Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of machine guns constantly rang out in the small town in the hinterland of Europe. The smell of gunpowder, blood, and death mixed together, making this originally unknown town become so ferocious. It was like a real hell.
No one knew why the situation had suddenly taken a turn for the worse. It was as if the world had changed after waking up from a nap. There were flying beasts howling in the sky, and there were even legendary monsters that had rushed into the city to wreak havoc. Everyone was running for their lives, and when they were at their worst, the messengers of God would descend from the sky and announce that those who believed in them would be protected.
Therefore, the faith that was originally dispensable became the last life-saving straw in an instant. Many people with weak wills immediately changed and became loyal followers of a certain faith. They were taken to a city that was still relatively safe but had already broken away from normal order. It was said that they had regained their safety there and lived an incomparably happy life.
In a time of war, this was the happiest pursuit.
On the other hand, Joanna, who was fleeing with the Slay family, wanted to rush into the churches of any god to be baptized and enjoy a stable life with her newborn son. However, every time she stood at the entrance of the church, Joanna would hesitate and turn around to leave in the end.
It was not because the 19-year-old girl was determined, but because she still remembered everything that her boyfriend, who had been missing for several days, had told her.
"Don't believe in those Gods … Don't immerse yourself in hypocrisy. They are not the kind Gods that you believe in … They are just a bunch of despicable liars. You will not get anything there!"
Joanna's story was actually not complicated.
As a girl born in Santorini Island, everything about her was very ordinary. She was not very beautiful, and her body was not perfect. She only had a pair of unique green eyes, which made the girl, who worked as a waitress in a bar, very lucky. She became the mistress of an old man by chance.
It was a mysterious old man. He seemed to be in his seventies, but his vigor was no different from a twenty-year-old young man. What attracted Joanna the most was the unique aura that the old man exuded. It was as if he had been separated from the world for a long time, leaving behind a sense of loneliness. Joanna, who was sentimental, quickly fell for him.
Her passionate feelings made her even willing to give birth to a child for the old man. She once thought that she was crazy because she did not know her boyfriend's name until the moment the child was born.
"My name is Carter Slay. Remember this name … My little Joanna."
She would never forget the blue flames that surged on the old man's body when he held the baby. At that moment, she knew that her boyfriend was not simple.
However, happy days were always short-lived. After the world changed, Carter Slade left her.
"I'm going to find someone, Joanna."
At the moment when Santorini Island was occupied by the sea monsters, Old Carter carried his son and led her on a leisurely stroll through the battlefield where the murlocs were wreaking havoc. Before leaving, he placed his son in her arms and said to her with utmost sincerity, "Don't worry, Old Carter, Old Carter.
"I'm going to use what I've treasured to exchange for a bright future for you and my son in the new world … Before they come, protect yourself … Protect my son. No matter how hard it is, persevere, Joanna … Soon, you'll realize that this perseverance will bring you returns that you can never imagine."
This was the last sentence Carter Slay said to her before he left. Then, he completely disappeared. It was as if the moment he disappeared, the world became chaotic. Joanna followed Slay's family. She originally thought that they were Slay's descendants, but the day before yesterday, when she talked to the old patriarch, Joanna found out that her old boyfriend was a "knight" who had lived for 200 years.
This made this girl, who was not firm, cherish the advice that Slay had left behind even more.
But now, they were trapped in this town. A terrible war had broken out here between the Sicilian Crusaders and the Tuscan believers. They accused each other of being heretics. There was no negotiation or communication. Tens of thousands of people held weapons and began to fight crazily.
Bang!
The woman next to Joanna was hit by a bullet in her panic. Blood flowed out of her heart. She rolled on the ground in pain, but no one was willing to help her. The girl holding the child looked at the woman's desperate eyes. Tears streamed down her face. In the end, she could only apologize in her heart and try to escape from the battlefield with the others.
Death … had never been so close to her!
Outside the window, the fanatical believers were chanting fanatical doctrines that Joanna couldn't understand. They were armed with automatic rifles, and some of them even had bombs strapped to their bodies. They were as brave as the most well-trained soldiers. However, before the disaster happened, they might have been gentle and cultured teachers, or they might have been decent people in the local area. Faith, the illusory thing, had completely changed the world at this moment.
Let it become crazy, let it become bad, let it become so cold.
"Catch them!"
The field leader of the Sicilian Crusaders soon found this group of refugees who were struggling to hide on the battlefield. This man, who was originally a major in the Italian army, commanded the elite "knights" under his command and shouted:
"Catch those non-believers, give them weapons, and let them go to the battlefield! Dying in the holy war is the best ending for them! "
Soon, the heavily armed soldiers surrounded Joanna and the people around her. They brutally smashed the old people who tried to resist with the butt of their guns. The etiquette developed by human civilization was not reflected at all on them. It was as if they had returned to the barbaric era when they held long swords in their hands.
A rude guy saw the sleeping baby in Joanna's arms. A cruel smile appeared on his face. He strode over, threw out the bayonet on his weapon, and raised it high.
"Take your little bastard and go to hell, you pitiful faithless! Your soul will suffer in the fire of hell! "
Looking at the bayonet shining with a cruel light, Joanna knelt on the ground, paralyzed. She hugged the baby in her arms tightly and screamed in despair:
"No … Carter, where are you?!"
Her scream not only did not arouse the sympathy of the soldier in front of her, but it also made the ferocious look on his face even more. But at the moment when the bayonet was about to stab down, a huge shadow instantly shrouded the town where the fierce fighting was going on.
The boorish soldier raised his head in astonishment and saw a huge silver-gray spaceship standing in the sky. It emitted a cold light that completely blocked out the sun. Below this obviously modified battleship, hundreds of ferocious rapid-fire cannons had been adjusted to aim at it.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Destructive fire fell from the sky, and in less than three seconds, the town and thousands of people who were fighting inside were completely buried. In the midst of the fire, a blue light column shone. A group of heavily armed soldiers in black military uniforms stood outside the headquarters of the Sicilian Crusaders. In front of this sudden army, the indifferent commander raised his left hand and then slammed it down.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After a volley of shots, all the armed fanatics fell into a pool of blood. The rude soldier looked at the tearing wound on his chest, and all the strength in his body gushed out at this moment. He knelt on the ground weakly and then fell into a pool of blood. There was still blood on Joanna's face, but when she raised her head, she saw the soldier who died with his eyes wide open. His shocked gaze met Joanna's eyes, and the latter was frightened. She stood up with the baby in her arms.
"Are you Joanna? Joanna Evans? "
The massacre by the unfamiliar troops made all the refugees fall silent. They didn't know how the soldiers who suddenly appeared would treat them. The commander who gave the order to kill stepped forward and stood beside Joanna. He held a picture in his hand and compared it repeatedly. Finally, he opened his mouth and asked, "What do you think?
"Are you Mr. Carter Slay's widow?"
"Widow?"
A touch of sadness jumped in Joanna's green eyes, and soon, she was drowned in tears. She knew that these people in front of her were the future that her old boyfriend had promised her … and the price was his life.
The deepest love was nothing more than this.
"The baby in your arms is Mr. Carter Slay's bloodline, right?"
The commander looked at the baby who could sleep peacefully on the battlefield. A hint of surprise flashed across his eyes. Joanna wiped her tears and hugged her son even tighter.
"His name is Carter Slay. Old Slay personally gave him that name."
"Very good!"
The commander heaved a sigh of relief and said softly, "I'm the commander of the Brigade Corps.
"I'm Major Beckett of Utopia's third army. I've been ordered to bring you and the Overlord's godson back to Utopia. Follow me."
"Overlord? Utopia? "
Joanna was stunned for a moment. She subconsciously asked, "What's that?"
"That's the last hope of human civilization …"
Major Beckett answered briefly. He reached out to hold the child, but Joanna took a step back vigilantly. This made the major feel a little embarrassed. He shook his head and said, "Don't worry about it.
"Don't worry. This child's identity has been decided. No one in this world will dare to hurt him!"
Plop.
While Joanna was still in a daze, the old man beside her had already knelt down at her feet and pleaded, "Please save us.
"Save us, take us with you. There's no place for us in this war-torn land."
This sudden cry for help left Joanna at a loss. She was only a 19-year-old girl. She subconsciously turned her pleading gaze to Major Beckett. The latter flicked his finger, and the soldier behind him walked forward and placed a piece of paper in front of the old man.
"Read it!"
The old man glanced at the paper. It was filled with blasphemous words. No believer would be able to read it out loud, but to a non-believer, it was obviously no pressure at all. He quickly read it out loud and was led to the safe zone by the soldier. Behind him, the refugees read it out loud one after another.
Of course, there were also those who were unwilling to read it, so there was nothing they could do.
Fifteen minutes later, in the Mexican capital's official residence, Joanna, who had changed her clothes, carried little Carter and walked into the office in the deepest part of the official residence under Beckett's lead. After the mahogany door opened, Beckett saluted and shouted,
"General Lewis! Task Force 7 has completed its mission! Mr. Carter Slay's widow and the Overlord's godson have been brought back! "
"Very good!"
The middle-aged man in a military uniform in a wheelchair waved at Joanna. This general, who had been tempered by the flames of war and had become more like a qualified warrior, whispered,
"Come, little girl, let me take a look at this child."
Joanna was a little afraid. This was normal. In the first 19 years of her life, she had never encountered such a situation. However, out of trust for these saviors, she carefully placed little Carter, who was still sleeping, in Lewis's arms.
Lewis looked at the child in his arms. Dark green flames danced in his eyes. After a slight differentiation, he gently kissed little Carter's forehead.
"This child's future is destined to be extraordinary. Old Carter's will will be reignited in his body. Perhaps he can become the next Knight."
He held the child and raised his head to look at Joanna.
"I know you have a lot of questions, girl. I also know that you have doubts about us. That's normal … but in today's world, we have to use force to protect you and this child's safety. You and little Carter will be sent to Utopia. There, little Carter will grow up with his sister. Also, there, you will learn about Old Carter's life. I can only say … your husband is a hero. He has made unimaginable contributions to the continuation of human civilization."
"But I'd rather he was still alive … than die as a hero, leaving little Carter and I alone to struggle for survival in this burning world. I don't want him to be a hero …"
Facing the tearful Joanna, Lewis sighed.
"You've lost too much, and so have we … but the firewood of the world has been ignited. Other than fighting and surviving, there's really not much we can do."
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