"This... have it your way!"
Merlin didn't want to argue with her about whether he was kind or not. No matter what he did, as long as he had a clear conscience, that was enough.
Killing!
Saving!
Whether good deeds or evil deeds,
It was up to him to decide.
As long as he held firm to this belief, others could never interfere with him.
Listening to the gunfire in the surroundings, it wasn't long before Merlin led them to another group of hunting soldiers.
However, this time the survivors were already dead. But only four soldiers remained alive, two of whom were wounded. Three of them were hiding in the corner of a broken wall, staring as Merlin's group approached.
Merlin turned his head to look at Yol:
"Wait for them to get close. I'll go in first, you snipe from behind."
Yol nodded, but was puzzled:
"Not using grenades?"
"They have few people. We need to save them."
Merlin turned his head back and whispered.
Before long, as they approached, ear-piercing curses followed.
Ten meters... five meters.
Seizing the opportunity, gripping his dagger in his right hand, black flames rose from Merlin's left hand. He suddenly leaped over the wall, rushing towards them.
Merlin's sudden appearance startled them. The four reflexively raised their rifles. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!!!
Muzzle flashes bloomed fiercely.
However, equipping the [Lynx] brought Merlin powerful comprehensive optimization in dynamic vision, night vision, dynamic tracking, pupil adjustment, and field of view.
The moment they raised their guns, Merlin's pupils constricted, clearly capturing the trajectory of their muzzles.
Although his physical fitness couldn't dodge bullets, his dynamic vision allowed him to grasp the direction of their aim.
In that instant, as their fingers curled to pull the triggers, Merlin agilely threw himself forward and rolled.
In the blink of an eye, he closed the distance.
His left hand, wrapped in black flames, slapped onto the legs of three of them with incredible agility.
Immediately after, he sprang up in front of the fourth person. His right hand dagger, like a lynx pouncing on prey, squelch! stabbed up through the chin and pierced straight through the back of the head.
At this moment.
Shrill screams rang out beside him.
Of the remaining three, one fell to the ground clutching his abdomen, blood seeping through his hazmat suit.
Calamity: Crimson of Pain.
Obtained from Yol's abdominal surgery calamity.
The other two had bloodshot eyes and were wailing on the ground in agony.
Calamity: Pale Amber Lead.
Without looking, he knew that the vast majority of their bodies under the hazmat suits had turned pale white.
And it was the severe, critical, late-stage Amber Lead Syndrome.
Squelch! Pulling out the dagger, Merlin walked towards the other three on the ground. His left hand re-absorbed and stored the calamities from the two infected with Amber Lead Syndrome, while simultaneously slicing their necks with his dagger.
Then, Merlin delivered three penetrating stabs to the chest and neck of the last one.
After absorbing and storing the intensified calamity, he ended his life with the dagger.
Yol walked over, looked calmly at the four dead bodies, and began to collect weapons and equipment.
Merlin turned his head and said to her, "I'll go check where they were fighting to see if there are any other useful weapons and equipment."
Yol nodded gently.
Seeing Merlin walk away,
She looked down at the four dead soldiers, pursed her lips, and prayed:
"May you suffer your punishment in hell and be reasonable people in your next life!"
At this moment, seeing that it was safe, Lami came over, glared, spat, and cursed:
"These executioners can only be pigs, dogs, chickens, and ducks in their next life. They can't be humans."
Yol was silent. Looking at her own hands, as a nun, her hands were covered in blood. When she died in the future, she would probably go to hell too!
A moment later, Merlin returned to Yol with a bundle of rifles and bullets. Seeing her depressed mood, he was a bit puzzled:
"You're not happy?"
Yol looked at Merlin. After hesitating for two seconds, she said dejectedly, "As a nun who believes in God, my hands are stained with blood. I'll go to hell after I die, right?"
Merlin looked at her and said faintly:
"A nun who believes in God is not saved by the God she believes in.
"It shows that He is just a deaf and blind god, so you might as well stop believing in Him.
"Instead of believing in Him, it's better to believe in yourself!
"Use your own heart as a scale.
"Even if our hands are covered in blood, as long as we have a clear conscience, that's enough.
"Killing, saving!
"Living in this world, there's no need to entrust your soul to those illusory beings that may or may not exist.
"As for hell?
"If it really exists, that's a matter for the future. The future me will become very strong...
"So what if it's hell?
"If He messes with me..."
Yol quickly reached out and covered Merlin's mouth, her eyes reproaching him. "You are blaspheming God."
Merlin pushed her hand away and rolled his eyes at her. "So what if it's God? It's just a title.
"Are there few guys in this world who call themselves gods?
"Just a bunch of crazies."
Helplessness appeared in Yol's eyes. "Stop, let's not talk about God anymore. Let's go!"
Lami covered her mouth and snickered on the side:
"Merlin-niichan is amazing. He left Sister Yol speechless in an instant."
Merlin rubbed her head and chuckled, "This proves my words make more sense.
"Yol can't out-talk me."
Lami nodded heavily.
Yol looked helpless, but the filter of God in her heart also blurred.
After all, in that moment, the one who saved her was not the God she prayed to day and night, but the boy in front of her.
Glancing at Merlin from the corner of her eye, she muttered in her heart: 'How come I never noticed he was so eloquent before?'
The three continued to roam in Flevance, hunting the hunters in reverse.
Hunting those soldiers from neighboring countries, rescuing survivors along the way, guiding them to Eric's direction, and distributing weapons.
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Time flew.
Three days passed.
This morning.
At the port.
On a naval ship of a neighboring country.
In the conference room.
Bang!
The leader slapped the table hard. This middle-aged officer in a navy blue military uniform had fierce eyes:
"Bastards! Why have my soldiers suffered such heavy casualties these past few days?"
The officers below looked at each other. At this time, the legion commander of the Volgala Kingdom Army, Lakade, glared at an officer below:
"Dalami, you better give me an explanation, or I will report truthfully to the King when we get back. Do you not want your family's non-hereditary baron title anymore?"
Dalami, a blond young man with a hooked nose, lowered his head, a deep gloom flashing in his eyes. Report truthfully?
Add oil and vinegar and make him the scapegoat, right?
Coming to Flevance this time was a chance to make a fortune.
Which noble present hadn't made a killing?
However, his troops did the most dirty work and got the least oil because his title was the lowest. If something really happened, he would be the one to take the fall without a doubt.
And in the past few days, the progress of the clearance in Flevance had encountered problems, so the backlash came. Dalami looked up, a bitter expression appropriately appearing on his face:
"Legion Commander, the survivors in Flevance now are all tough characters. After all, we are outsiders. The city's underground sewage system is extensive. They hide and fight street battles with us. We can't do anything about it!
"And not only our country, but the other three countries have also suffered many casualties in the past few days. Moreover, we found that more than a dozen soldiers who were left with a breath of life were infected with varying degrees of Amber Lead Syndrome."
Speaking of this, hesitation appeared in Dalami's eyes: "Is Amber Lead Syndrome really not contagious?"
Hearing this, Lakade's eye twitched violently. Recalling the soldiers who were shot because they suddenly contracted Amber Lead Syndrome, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
At this time, looking at the other people in the conference room, they had the same fearful look.
After a silent exchange of glances.
His gaze shifted, and his expression towards Dalami became slightly kinder:
"The intelligence our Majesty the King received from the royal family that evacuated from Flevance says that the World Government has certified that Amber Lead Syndrome is only a hereditary biological toxin.
"It is hereditary but not contagious.
"As long as protection is done well and you don't touch the Amber Lead raw materials, you'll be fine.
"Alright! Enough about that."
But then, he looked at Dalami:
"I'll give you another two hundred men. You personally lead the team to exterminate those infected."
Dalami's pupils constricted. He was about to retort, but seeing Lakade's cold dark gold eyes, he immediately shut his mouth.
With his eye twitching, he stood up and had no choice but to say solemnly: "Yes, sir!"
"Alright, meeting adjourned!"
Lakade rubbed his eyebrows and waved them away.
Dalami left with a calm face amidst the looks of 'good luck' from his colleagues.
The same topic was discussed on the naval ships of the other three countries at the port, only the results might differ.
Not long after, Dalami, wearing a hazmat suit and with a simple rapier at his waist, led a troop of three hundred men into Flevance.
At the same time, from the other three directions, more or less people led elite troops into the territory of Flevance.