Chapter 195

"Ghost?"

The four priests narrowed their eyes as they looked at this weirdly dressed fellow who looked like a plague doctor with a British style.

This guy was undoubtedly human.

But no one dared to provoke their knights in France.

Even if the nobles didn't like them, they still maintained a delicate balance in the face of common interests.

But this guy …

"English?"

Hearing the other's question, Wang Quan pondered.

As everyone knew, the Church of Death had four major knights.

The Silver Moon Knights were stationed in the Netherlands.

The Glorious Sun Knights were stationed in France and England.

The Radiant Moon Knights were stationed in Germania.

The Knights Templar were stationed in Rome, or Italy.

He glanced at the priest robes of the four people opposite him.

It was similar to the ones he had seen before. It might be the uniform style of the Church of Death.

Looking at the shape, the priest robes were armor.

This should be the Glorious Sun Knights.

But according to Ksira, the Glorious Sun Knights were stationed in England and France at the same time.

The other party's first reaction was whether he came from England …

It seemed that something had happened in England on the other side of the strait.

And this matter was not good for the knights, so they didn't know who he was.

In the case of not knowing who he was, the first thing they suspected must be "the target of their suspicion."

Which was England.

Hmph … It's getting interesting.

After that, he would go to England with Ksira, and he didn't know what would happen.

Wang Quan wanted to take out his axe and pistol, but he didn't.

It was not that he was afraid of associating, but he didn't want to expose his identity.

After all, his main weapons were axes and pistols.

But the claws were also useful.

"Hmph …" He deliberately lowered his voice to make it hoarse. "Who knows …"

"But tonight …"

Wang Quan was about to start killing!

He disappeared from where he stood in an instant.

"You probably can't go back."

When the second half of the sentence sounded, Wang Quan had appeared between the four priests, bent over and waved his arm.

The priest standing at the back had been cut in half!

Even with the dazzling golden sparks and minced meat and blood from the metal collision, his upper body still flew upward according to inertia!

"The first one."

Wang Quan bent over and dodged the horizontal slash of the door-sized greatsword behind him. He turned his left hand into a knife, turned around, and directly took away the shoulder of the second priest!

The clergyman's greatsword and his entire right arm that was swinging the greatsword were flung away!

Wang Quan was about to chase after him when he suddenly felt a sudden gust of wind behind him!

He slightly curled his legs and leaped high, just in time to dodge the giant sword of the third cultivator from the Order of Knights!

Then, he suddenly disappeared from where he stood.

The priest flung the greatsword back onto his shoulder and looked around vigilantly, trying to figure out where the strange man in the bird-beak mask might be coming from.

But he found nothing.

"Did he run?"

He asked his teammate.

His teammate didn't answer him. Instead, he retreated to both sides with a look of astonishment and even fear!

The one-armed clergyman reached into his robes with his remaining hand and fished for something. "Behind you!" he shouted.

The priest turned around abruptly, only to see the strange man with the bird-beak mask standing straight on the giant sword on his shoulder like a soundless ghost!

When he reacted and was about to swing his sword, what appeared in his field of vision was a leather boot that was getting bigger and bigger.

Finally, the leather boot occupied his entire field of vision.

Bang!

Puff!

Thud!

Thud!

The sound of the upper body of the first priest falling to the ground.

The sound of the spinning greatsword stabbing into the mud and snow could be heard.

The sound of the third priest's head exploding with a kick.

There was also the sound of the one-armed priest taking out a mahogany and a brass plated flintlock and firing.

Four sounds rang out at the same time.

Wang Quan landed on the snow as if he was weightless.

He lowered his head to look at the smoking hole in his chest, then raised his head to look at the two priests who were panting heavily and cautiously.

He saw the fear in their eyes.

The man in the bird mask tilted his head, raised his sharp claws, and used his index finger to poke into the muzzle of his chest to dig.

Pulling out the blood and internal organ fragments, he pulled out a metal ball.

Wang Quan squeezed the ball hard, turning it into an irregular cube with bumps and hollows.

He raised his left hand and pressed his index finger against his thumb. There was a metal cube on his thumb.

Force.

Bang ~

Bang!

It hit the bull 's-eye.

The one-armed priest looked down at the small hole in his chest and fell forward.

There was a huge wound on his back caused by the cavity effect.

The bright red blood that flowed out from his body dyed the area, tainting the whiteness.

It also polluted the brown soil under the white.

"May there be no pretty girls and beer in hell after you die, Ramen."

Wang Quan drew something on his chest as a prayer to the Flying Noodle God.

"Then come down …"

Wang Quan raised his head and looked at the last priest who was fleeing into the distance.

His knees were slightly bent, and the wing-like cloak over his tweed coat was open.

Then, he leaped high into the sky and disappeared.

"It's time to muddy the waters."

In the alley, Ichiro Kenike walked out with a sniper rifle.

Just now, he was going to shoot to help kill the last fleeing target, but Quan Ge stopped him with a gesture.

Putting the sniper rifle back into the "Fourth Dimension Chrysanthemum," he silently lit a cigarette.

"I understand."

He understood why Wang Quan let one person go.

If all four priests of the knight order died here, the clues would definitely lead here.

What Quan Ge wanted to do was to muddy the waters.

How to muddy the waters?

He wanted to cause trouble in more places and try to attract the firepower to the "strange man in the bird mask."

"Tsk, but why do I feel like Quan Ge just wanted to vent?"

Shaking his head, Ichiro Kenike put out the cigarette and hid in the darkness.

He had to continue to observe. He had to accumulate his anger and sympathy.

Otherwise, he couldn't convince himself to do anything for others.

A delicate egoist with a little humanity and sympathy left in him, that was how he defined himself.

So, unless it was safe enough, or the anger, depression, and sympathy in his heart broke through the tipping point, he would just talk.

"Tsk, I really envy Quan Ge …"

…

"Save me!!!"

The shrill scream broke the silence of the knight order's camp.

The 20-meter-tall church gate that looked like a noble castle was smashed open.

The music in the hall stopped abruptly.

The well-dressed nobles and high-ranking knights who were drinking champagne at the banquet looked in the direction of the gate in shock.

There was a pale-faced knight who rushed in with a terrified expression on his face.

Seeing the knight order leader and other high-ranking knights in the banquet hall, his eyes lit up with hope.

Bang!

But the next moment, a gunshot and a bloody hole appeared in his head, completely taking away the light in his eyes.

Screams and chaos came one after another.

Looking at the gorgeous church that looked like a royal banquet hall, the strange man in the bird mask at the gate touched his chest with his left hand and slowly opened his right arm.

He crossed his legs and bowed slightly, as if this was a grand performance … a grand curtain call.

But this was not a curtain call.

When the high-ranking knights and a few nobles separated the rioting crowd and rushed to the door, the strange man in the bird mask had disappeared.

Yes, this was not a curtain call.

This was just the beginning.