Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 471-470 Bodyguards from the Church of War

Bang-!
A burly figure suddenly landed, swinging a spiked club and smashing the hammer away.

Suddenly, half a wall fell from the sky. It would be a lie to say that the two bodyguards weren't stunned—they looked at each other, neither of them quite sure who Shunzi was.

Shunzi didn't care about all that—he had been watching from a high place for a long time and hadn't planned to get involved. But the way Dumb Jin looked clearly showed that he was under some kind of spell, so Shunzi showed up and staged a scene of helping out.

Shunzi stood in front of him, but the mute Jin seemed to be possessed, bypassing him and continuing towards the bodyguard.

Shunzi grabbed his arm and flung him back, sending the mute Jin tumbling back to Abbot's side—it looked like he was going to come back after getting up.

The problem lay with the mask, Shunzi knew it, so he ignored Dumb Jin for the time being, twirled the spiked club in his hand half a circle, raised the gun and fired.

The two bodyguards suffered from their preconceived notions. They never expected that the weapon that was a clumsy stick a moment ago would turn into a firearm in the blink of an eye, and the bodyguard who cast the spell was immediately blasted away.

The other bodyguard reacted quickly, not giving Shunzi a chance to fire a second shot, and grabbed a flail and swung it at Shunzi.

boom!
Shunzi pulled the trigger, using the second bullet to knock the hammer away.

There was no time to reload, so Shunzi gripped the barrel upside down and charged forward.

The bodyguard wasn't afraid at all; he just shouted, "The war will never end! The conquest will never cease!"

Then it charged straight at Shunzi.

Bang!
Shunzi smacked him with a stick and sent him flying.

Shunzi couldn't help but shake his hand—he was quite surprised, as if he had hit a hard solid wood, a sensation completely unlike that of flesh.

Now was not the time to think. Shunzi kicked the mute Jin, who had already run behind him, back again, and then quickly loaded bullets.

With a click, the gun was cocked and pointed at the bodyguard who had just been shot.

The bodyguard was equally resilient; he survived a direct shot and even struggled to get up.

Just as Shunzi pulled the trigger, the bodyguard who had been slapped away earlier lunged and crashed into Shunzi.

boom!
Whether it was good luck or bad luck, the shot missed its mark and hit the ground, but the flying debris just happened to knock off the bodyguard's mask.

The mute Jin immediately regained consciousness and gasped for breath.

"Go do your thing!"

While Shunzi turned around to remind the mute Jin, the bodyguard took the opportunity to pounce on his back, crossed his arms and tightly wrapped them around Shunzi's neck, and then wrapped his legs around Shunzi's waist.

Shunzi grabbed the bodyguard's hair with her other hand, but despite her sudden exertion, she couldn't pull him off.

These two bodyguards were no ordinary people—Shunzi couldn't discern their origins, but it wasn't hard to deduce that fact.

At this moment, the bodyguard who had been shot finally got up. Blood seeped from his chest, but he still had the strength to move. Seeing that Shunzi was being held back by his companion, he directly bypassed the two of them and chased after the mute Jin.

"Your Majesty!"

With his bodyguard on his back, Shunzi took a step down, and an invisible weight fell on him, causing the bodyguard to immediately fall to the ground as he ran.

The bodyguard behind him exclaimed in surprise, "What kind of spell is this?"

"Go ask the Heaven of Reincarnation!"

Shunzi gritted his teeth and cursed, turning the gun around to point it behind him.

The bodyguard behind the mask saw the dark muzzle of a gun pointed at his face.

boom! !

Gunshots rang in his ears, and Shunzi felt a ringing in his ears and dizziness. He rubbed his eyes and turned around to look—the bodyguard's head was half blown off, and his body lay slumped on the ground.

One of them was finally solved.

Shunzi looked at the only remaining bodyguard.

Although his legs were trembling, the bodyguard slowly stood up.

Shunzi frowned as he watched – in terms of perseverance and resilience, these two bodyguards were already at a higher level than the Divine Guard.

"Who exactly are you?" Shunzi reloaded his gun and walked over to block the bodyguards' path.

Seemingly aware that defeat was inevitable, the bodyguard stopped advancing and simply stared at Shunzi: "You've messed with the wrong people. The War Church will avenge us."

boom!
Shunzi pulled the trigger and spat at the corpse: "Stop talking nonsense, I know how to silence you."

After putting away his hunting rifle, Shunzi was about to go check on how Dumb Jin was doing when he turned around but his foot slipped, and he almost fell flat on his face.

He looked down and frowned – his legs had somehow frozen, starting from the soles of his shoes and almost reaching his knees.

Shunzi was startled, but quickly recovered and looked around: "Who!"

A dark shadow silently emerged from the shadow behind Shunzi.

Sensing something, Shunzi suddenly exerted his strength to break free from the frost's shackles and swung his gun behind him.

The spiked gun butt swept across the shadow at the waist, but failed to harm it in the slightest.

Shunzi couldn't help but curse, "It's that damn Night Church again!"

Despite the insults, Shunzi did not hesitate to dodge, immediately jumping back to create distance.

The shadow raised a finger: "Veil of Eternal Night, Shadows Stripped Away."

Shunzi had witnessed this spell before in Zizai City, but back then it was cast by a deacon, and Shunzi only felt his spirit being moved.

Encountering it again now, the feeling is different.

Shunzi felt a sudden darkness before his eyes and a sharp pain in his head, as if a steel needle had pierced the back of his head.

"Ok?"

The shadow also emitted a questioning nasal sound—this technique targets spirits. In essence, it uses the spiritual connection between the spirit and the shadow to project the spirit onto the shadow, thereby achieving the purpose of separating the spirit from the physical body, ultimately destroying the shadow while also annihilating the spirit.

The spell, though cast, failed to work on the burly man before him—his spirit had not been separated.

The shadow hesitated for a moment, then changed its spell: "Breath of Winter..."

A cool breeze suddenly blew past his ear, causing him to instinctively shrink his neck.

He turned around and saw that another shadow had appeared behind him and was blowing air into his neck.

"you--"

The shadow was startled and was about to speak when it was kicked in the stomach. As it flew backward, the shadow quickly disappeared from its body.

Feng Xiuhu waved his hand to dispel the spell, revealing his true appearance.

He casually glanced at the man's robes and said, "Wow, a cathedral bishop."

The foreign bishop, clutching his stomach, still looked surprised: "You're also a member of the Church of the Night?"

"He is not."

Before Feng Xiuhu could answer, someone spoke up for him.

The foreign bishop turned around and saw Wu Bianlu leading several priests from behind him.

Wu Bianluo bowed to Feng Xiuhu and said, "Master Ma, how have you been?"

Feng Xiuhu pointed behind him and asked, "Wu Gaogong, are you here to rescue people or to save the dike?"

Wu Bianlu raised his head, his gaze passing over Feng Xiuhu's shoulder, and looking at the mute Jin and Abbot on the shore.

He paused for two seconds, then calmly said, "If possible, save them all."

Feng Xiuhu countered, "What if it's not allowed?"

Wu Bianlu replied, "I have no objection, but Bishop Talos, who is next to me, might not agree."

Feng Xiuhu grinned and said, "Then how about you stop him for me? This drama is at a crucial moment. I'll be unhappy if I don't get my fill of watching it."

(End of this chapter)