Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1537: Return

All of a sudden, the Oriental warriors who appeared from the woods were wearing dark red armor. These armors covered a much smaller area than the standard armors of the Bailey Empire, protecting only a few important parts of the body, such as the chest. Beneath the soft armor were black battle uniforms. They were tied tightly with hemp ropes at the cuffs and trousers' hem to avoid affecting their movements. These warriors could be roughly divided into archers and swordsmen. The former held a longbow and had quiver hanging on his back. He was good at walking and shooting. As he walked, he drew an arrow and fired, fast and accurate. There was still a gunpowder pistol hanging on his waist. When the arrow in his bag was finished, it should be his turn to take action. As for the swordsmen, they carried swords on their backs and had two short sabers hanging on their waists. There were also one or two people who did not have short knives at their waist, but had two swords on their backs. These two swordsmen were obviously the elites of this group of warriors. There were only three of them, but when the two swords moved, a Crusader Knight could only walk a few moves under their swords and cut his throat. Regardless of whether it was archers or swordsmen, their attacks were simple and direct. They didn't have much fancy. They were all skills that were born to kill people.

The Oriental warriors worked together to defend Miro and Vera, and the Crusader Guards quickly shrank. However, in the blink of an eye, the infantry had already died, leaving only five knights still struggling. The knight raised his shield and organized his defense, barely blocking a few waves of attacks and killing two swordsmen. However, the situation of the Crusader Knights became precarious when the three twin sword warriors joined the battle. Soon, one of the knights was killed, and the other cut through the gap in his leg armor with his sword, almost removing his calf. The knight's defensive line immediately collapsed, and the other swordsmen took advantage of the situation to charge forward. The remaining knights were split apart and killed in three or two strikes.

Milo dragged Vera through the woods, but neither of them was a combat officer, so their stamina and speed were limited. They caught up in a few minutes. Milo smiled bitterly as he dragged Vera behind him and whispered, "If I knew, I should have learned a few life-saving moves from Wilick."

Vera's breathing was short, but she didn't panic. She had an exquisite pistol in her hand. This was a magical pistol, but its power was limited and it was only used for self-defense. Apparently, the addition of such a gun would not help the situation.

Seeing the warrior approaching, Miro wiped the sweat off his forehead and asked with the intention of stalling, "Who are you?" Do you know who we are? Let me tell you, we are all big shots. If we die, you will be torn to pieces by hundreds of thousands of angry believers! If I were you, I would capture these two people in front of me. You can go to the Bauhinia Ridge to spread the news that Earl Edward will pay you a sufficient ransom. "

"Isn't that embarrassing, Father?" Vera whispered.

"Miss, your life is at stake." Miro snorted and repeated.

At this moment, a laugh sounded from behind the warriors. Several swordsmen half knelt down and walked out from behind them. Unlike these nimble warriors, this stalwart warrior wore extremely heavy dark red armor. Apart from the Soaring Dragon pattern, there were also bright yellow patterns on the armor as decorations. It looked like flames flying in the air. The burly warrior was dragging a horse-chopper with a long handle in his hand. A dark red flying dragon was carved on the edge of the saber. The blade was dragged on the ground, and a crack was cut through the edge of the blade. He stopped in front of Miro and said loudly, "We are the troops of the Fire Department under West Conqueror. Sounds like you are big shots among the barbarians?"

"West Conqueror? A special march?" Miro himself said, "I don't understand a single one of them." '"That's right, we're big shots!" He nodded hurriedly when he heard the last sentence.

"That's great. Capture them and bring them back to His Highness. These two fellows should be able to provide us with the necessary information."

"Bind yourself." Vera whispered.

Miro was also crying, which was a little different from what he had expected. However, the other party clearly did not consider the priest's mood. A dozen archers raised their bows and aimed at Miro and the other two. Four swordsmen took out thick ropes and walked over, intending to tie them up.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew in the woods. The surrounding trees rumbled, and hundreds of leaves were blown off by the wind, floating through the forest crowd.

The burly warrior cried out, "Eh?" Just as he had time to shout "Be careful," the warriors who had been brushed by the fallen leaves had their skin and flesh torn open. Even the seemingly inconspicuous leaves easily cut their throats, causing a warrior to instantly fall down and his blood to dye the surrounding grass red. The burly warrior erupted with a black-green Origin Energy in time to shake off the floating leaves. Then, he shouted, "Who is pretending to be a ghost!"

A woman's laughter rang out in the woods. Then, footsteps came. A petite woman walked out of the woods and came to the side of Miro and Miro. Seeing this woman, Miro said, "Is that you?"

Her entire body was covered in a tight cloak, and even her head was covered in a lowered hat. However, judging from her figure and voice, she was the mysterious woman who sought Miro's confession in the church last night. She whispered, "With the help of the priest yesterday, let me do something in return today. You guys leave quickly. I've already dealt with the other warriors, and now only this big guy is left."

When the burly warrior heard this, his eyes glared at him angrily, "You killed all my men?"

"That's right. What, do I still have to report it to you?" The petite woman said in a provocative tone.

Milo pulled Vera and ran away, quickly disappearing into the woods. The woman snorted and said, "I didn't even say a word of thanks. Sure enough, a good person feels unhappy when he thinks of it."

The burly warriors over there had already erupted with Origin Energy as they dragged their blades over. The blade of the long horse-chopping saber spat out a faint black and green saber Qi, swinging it towards the woman and slicing it down in front of her head.

The woman floated back like a fallen leaf and smiled faintly, "Big man, you know what? This is my home court, so it's better if you don't act too arrogantly!"

Just as he was running, he suddenly heard a miserable scream from behind him. It sounded like a man. Miro shrugged his shoulders and said to Vera, "I didn't expect that woman to be an expert."

"Don't worry about it." Said Vera.

Miro nodded and used all his strength to escape.

In the woods, the petite woman raised her head. There was a big tree in front of her, but the head of a burly warrior burrowed out from its trunk. The warrior's eyes were filled with horror as he looked at the woman under the tree, as if she was even more terrifying than a devil.

The woman chuckled and said, "How is it? It doesn't feel good to see the roots swimming in your body. You said that the woods are my home ground, but you didn't listen. Now you regret it."

The warrior said hoarsely, "Don't be complacent, bitch. Your Highness Prince Pingxi will kill all of you barbarians!"

"My mouth stinks when I die." The woman snapped her fingers and a few branches immediately extended from the warrior's eyes and mouth. The warrior gradually lost his breath, and a few green buds appeared on the tree branch.