Chapter 239 Sacrifice! For the Lord of Glory!

An hour after the battle, the second group of pursuers reined in their horses and began to examine the messy marks on the ground.

"There was fighting here."

"There is no doubt -" The second cavalryman jumped off his mount, leaned down as hard as he could, and squinted his eyes to look at the turned-up soil on the ground. He suddenly drew his sword, stabbed it into the soil several times, and picked up several pieces of soil:

"There was blood. And a lot of it."

"It is impossible for a person to bleed so much when he is injured."

"The scene was buried. The people who were cleaning up the scene..." He almost lay on the ground, spreading his thumb and index finger as far as they could, measuring the footprints on the ground:

"There is only one. If our people win, we don't have to cover the blood before leaving. So - it was the intruder who killed our brother!"

"Find him, chase him!"

He gave the order and the team dispersed, looking for traces. After a while, the cavalry came over one after another and reported:

"I've got horse hoof prints here!"

"It's also in the backward direction! Judging from the depth of the hoof prints, someone should be riding on it!"

"On the left hand side, going down the slope, there are blades of grass trampled down all the way!"

"There is also a fork in the road ahead that turns right!"

"This..." The captain hesitated. He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then took out a copper pipe, polished the flint and lit the fuse. Fireworks soared into the sky, and the captain turned to his subordinates and shouted:

"Continue searching! Be sure to find more traces and wait for backup to arrive so they can determine the target location!"

In this way, Marcus Breno successfully delayed the pursuers. He galloped on horseback, climbed over mountains and ridges, waded through water to eliminate the smell, and went back and forth for a whole day, but he was actually not caught up by the pursuers. ——However, he gradually couldn't hold it any longer.

My forehead is hot.

Difficulty breathing.

All the dry food he carried was eaten. The few cavalrymen he killed had some black bread with them, but when he took a bite, his gums and jaws were in burning pain. I barely swallowed half of the piece, and after a while, I vomited it all out.

Is there...is there any place where he can rest for a while...

Marcus lay on the ridge and looked down. At the foot of the mountain in the dusk, a wisp of smoke rises, and there is a small village located here. Outside the village, streams of mountain streams flow out of the canyon and merge into an oblong lake with a slight turn. A small island rises in the middle of the lake, with lush vegetation. From a distance, it looks like an open eye.

Marcus perked up. That small island - that eye-shaped lake, he had seen it on the map before setting off, and it had the Holy See's teleportation array on it! As long as he can get here, his mission will be at least half accomplished!

He observed the way down the mountain for a moment, then dismounted and turned the horse's head. After patting the horse's butt, the horse neighed and ran for a few steps before standing still blankly. Marcus was cruel and pulled out his dagger and stabbed the horse in the butt. The horse was frightened and immediately galloped away along the mountain road. The horse's hooves hit it, and in a moment, it was already so far away that it couldn't be heard.

Then, the thief turned around and cut through the thorns and thorns along the steep hillside without roads, sprinting all the way towards the village.

He was originally a level 8 thief. Even though he suffered a series of injuries and his strength was weakened and weakened again, he was still much stronger than ordinary people. The hillside was overgrown with vegetation, making it impossible for ordinary mountain residents to walk, but it didn't hinder him much. In a moment, covered with grass leaves and dust, he stood at the foot of the mountain and looked at the village from a distance.

It gets darkest in the valley. Often there is still the afterglow on the mountain ridge, but once we reach the valley, it is almost so dark that we can hardly see the vegetation on the roadside. Marcus followed his memory and walked outside. Within a moment, he saw a dozen houses in the small village, with flickering lights and the faint aroma of food wafting in the wind.

Marcus hesitated. He didn't want to kill someone for no reason. He didn't go straight in. He just walked around carefully along the fence at the entrance of the village, hoping to steal some food. After walking dozens of steps, the sparkling water in front of me was a reservoir dug by the villagers. The sound of the gurgling spring reached his ears, and Marcus suddenly felt his throat was thirsty. He leaned on the edge of the pool and stretched out his hand to drink the water.

After only three or four sips, I felt an uncomfortable feeling in my chest and abdomen again, and it was overwhelming. Marcus tried his best to turn his head, but it was too late. With a whoosh, the tumbling contents in his stomach spurted out from his mouth and nose. There were strands of strands floating in the water, and I don't know if they were dry food eaten during the day or something else.

Marcus lay on the edge of the pool, vomiting until he was exhausted and covered in cold sweat. His throat was burning and painful, mixed with the sour taste in his mouth. With great difficulty, he raised his body, moved a few steps to the side, and picked up the clear spring to rinse his mouth. After washing for a few times, there was a movement not far away, and a very delicate and soft exclamation sounded:

"ah!!!"

"who?!"

Marcus reflexively rolled to the side, his right hand reaching to his waist, holding the dagger tightly. He pressed his left hand on the ground, shrank and bounced his body, and rushed out with the sound, the dagger already half unsheathed.

However, the person who screamed in surprise about ten steps away was a little girl, at most five or six years old. Her feet were bare, her denim coat was in tatters, and the edges were hanging down bit by bit. She had bright red hair and a pair of crystal clear eyes. She looked at him with an expression full of curiosity and concern, without any trace of disdain or disgust.

Marcus' hands softened. This little girl...this red hair, these watery eyes, are exactly like his little Maria. Little Maria looked so innocent and cute before she was taken away by the Holy See for training...

He hasn't seen his daughter for seven years...

"you……"

Marcus couldn't help but soften his voice. The little girl had already ran up to him and looked up at him:

"Uncle, are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want to vomit? I happened to pick some fruits. The sour fruits are the most pleasant to eat, and you won't want to vomit soon!"

She raised her hands. A bunch of black berries, with branches and leaves, was held in front of Marcus by her.

...Yes, the same is true for little Maria, she has the best heart...

Marcus tremblingly took the handful of berries. He picked one up and put it in his mouth. He didn't know what it tasted like, so he swallowed it with his saliva. His chest didn't seem to be so sad anymore. He stretched out his hand to wash in the pool water, shook off the water, and touched the top of the little girl's hair:

"Little girl, thank you very much. Uncle still has something to do and has to go on his way. Don't tell anyone that you have seen me!"

As he spoke, he dug into his pocket and took out a small handful of coins and stuffed them into the girl's palm. He stretched out his hand and squeezed her small palm together with the coins. He closed his fingers around the girl's delicate fist, felt the temperature of his palm for a moment, and then let go:

"I am leaving!"

He turned around, jumped over the pool, and continued running. The stream gurgled and flowed out of the canyon. Marcus's figure in black went down the water. After a while, he was no longer visible.

Wangshan is a dead horse.

Looking down from the mountain ridge, from the small village to the exit of the canyon and then to the eye-shaped lake, it doesn't seem to be that far away. But Marcus ran as hard as he could, until he was dizzy, his chest was on fire, and the mouth of the canyon was still far ahead.

Just as he was about to take a break, there was a scream behind him, and a bright yellow firework rose in the direction of the village——

Damn it!

The pursuers are here again!

Marcus touched his arms, took out the last acceleration charm, and broke it with all his strength. A breeze lingered around him, and Marcus' feet suddenly became much faster. He rushed out of the canyon in one breath, identified the direction, and rushed towards the lake on the right.

There was silence by the lake. Marcus searched around and found no boats, not even a tree trunk that could be used as a canoe. Marcus gritted his teeth, took off his boots, tied them around his waist, and got into the water again.

There was a splash of water, and seven or eight wild ducks were frightened by him and flew up, flapping their wings and quacking loudly, and flew into the night sky.

"over there!"

"There's movement over there!"

Someone shouted in the distance. Marcus no longer had the strength to conceal his whereabouts, so he could only lower his head and paddle hard.

The lake water was a bit colder than the stream late at night. Marcus' teeth were chattering, and when he stepped onto the shore, he almost fell to the ground. He didn't even have time to empty out a small fish in his boots, struggled to put on his leather boots, staggered, and ran towards the center of the island.

Dash into the woods.

Over the bush.

He got into a wooden house that was about to collapse, lifted up the iron plate under the bed of the wooden house, and got into the tunnel.

Climbing to the end of the tunnel, in the earth cave, under the silent illumination of the eternal flame, a rock slab lay quietly. The groove in the center of the rock slab is about one foot square, with a round hole drilled around it and a gem the size of a broad bean inlaid. Red, yellow, green, blue, distinct colors.

Marcus breathed a sigh of relief, took out the three glass tubes that had been hidden in his arms, and gently unwrapped them. Observing carefully under the light, the glass tube is no longer as crystal clear as before. Instead, it is a bit hazy, and there are dots of things growing inside -

Could it be that this treasure must be placed in ice? Will it go bad easily after being taken out?

Then you have to teleport back quickly! If it's later, it'll spoil and become unusable, and he won't be able to get points!

Marcus carefully placed the glass tube in the groove. Take a deep breath and press the gems in order of up, down, left, and right. The four gems flashed, the brilliance flowed on the rock board, and the crisscrossing lines lit up one by one——

"There is a tunnel here!"

"Hurry up!"

There were shouts in the distance outside the tunnel. Marcus held the dagger tightly and stared at the light on the rock slab without looking back. Move quickly, move quickly, charge quickly, teleport things away——

Hurry!

Has this teleportation array not been maintained for too long? It’s not powerful enough! ! !

"found it!"

"There's someone ahead!"

There was a cacophony of footsteps. There's still a little bit left, a little bit left - work harder!

"People in front, listen! You are blocked! You can't escape! Quickly put down your weapons and surrender, hand over what you stole, and spare your life!"

Still not enough. The grooves on the rock slab were not completely lit up, and were still less than 10% bright. Moreover, they were no longer moving.

What is the solution? Is there anything else that can be used, magic, holy power, or something else?

"Those in front, surrender immediately!"

More heavy iron boots came. Marcus quickly turned around, the tunnel was shining brightly, but the pursuers were holding seven or eight spears, and they were so densely packed that they almost blocked the exit of the tunnel——

The gun blade reflected silver light, and for a moment, it stung him so much that he almost closed his eyes.

There is no hope... There is no possibility of escape...

Marcus turned sharply and dropped to his knees. He raised his head and glanced at the roof of the earthen house, held the dagger in both hands, and stabbed it into his heart:

"For the Lord of Glory!"

Blood spurted.

The blood in my heart spilled onto the stone slab, and the last groove was finally completely filled with light.

"Buzz——"

When the pursuers arrived and dragged Marcus's body away from the stone slab, the three glass test tubes had disappeared without a trace, not even a trace of glass shards were visible.

At this time, Gretel had just raised the gate of the buffer zone and walked out of the red zone.

Thanks to x-on:Lu Qipa for the reward of 100 starting coins

Today's growth is so bleak, and it looks like it's at an all-time low again...

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