Chapter 264 34: Quiet

The battle outside was fierce, and the Palais de Dever was also carrying out the emergency transfer or sealing of important documents. Civil servants were running around anxiously, and senior officials were also nervous, preparing for the final work before evacuation.

When Olivier was attacked outside, he was already heading towards the underground evacuation passage surrounded by a group of bodyguards.

The situation is now out of control. If he continues to stay, he will be of no use and may be caught as a threat. Now is different from the past. There is no benefit in dying because of this. Instead, it may lead to further division of the country.

He came to the underground space, which was an emergency office, but he did not plan to stay here. The correct measure was to evacuate from here and then mobilize troops to disperse those crazy people.

He had imagined many different situations where he would be forced to use this underground passage, but he had never expected to be forced to this point by the people. Even though there must be extraordinary manipulation behind this, he felt extremely bitter now.

After entering the password, the door to the passage slowly opened under everyone's nervous gaze.

To their surprise, a man, as if he had been waiting for a long time, stood calmly behind the newly opened door and looked at them.

There was no need to say hello. The leader of the bodyguards looked serious and opened fire without even asking any questions. The other bodyguards quickly followed and formed a human wall to block Olivier. Several bodyguards pulled him and quickly evacuated to the rear.

Since it is no longer safe here, we have to give up decisively and choose to use the backup evacuation plan, either through the back door or by helicopter.

But how could the other party let him go?

I saw that the bullets seemed to hit the sand, and could only advance a few centimeters, and then fell weakly to the ground, making a tinkling sound along with the bullet casings.

The man stretched out his hands and gently fanned to the left and right.

Immediately, the bodyguards who were in charge of the rear guard were slapped away by something huge. They hit the walls on both sides and fell to the ground, their internal organs feeling painful as if they were displaced.

The bodyguards around Olivier tried to struggle when they saw this and were about to pull out grenades, but before they could pull the trigger, they were held down by Olivier.

The bodyguard turned around in astonishment. Olivier patted his shoulder, shook his head, then walked past the bodyguard and slowly approached the man.

"Mr. Augustus, if you want to see me, just tell me. I'm always here for you. There's no need to give me such a big surprise. After all, we're just ordinary people." Olivier looked at the bodyguards on both sides who were struggling to get up and sighed.

Augustus was not surprised that he could guess his identity, and he never thought of hiding it.

"Heath said that he hopes you can die in hope. I think this place might be a suitable place for you to be buried."

Olivier ignored the other party's contempt and nodded thoughtfully: "No wonder, no wonder, as extraordinary people, you should have more straightforward ways to kill me. It turns out that you don't want us to die too easily. At least you answered one of my doubts. In this case, please do it."

Olivier did not beg for mercy for his bodyguards. He felt that if he really begged for mercy for them, they would probably die without a burial place.

"No, I now think that maybe letting you die in the anger of the citizens is also a good option." Augustus raised his hand and squeezed it.

The upper wall turned into a passage and slowly opened, while the original underground passage was quickly filled up by the pouring mud and rocks and was completely closed.

The sunlight shone in, enveloping Augustus in a circle of light, making him look extremely noble.

The bodyguard leader gritted his teeth and was about to get up, but he saw that one of his men suddenly seemed to be fine. He changed his previous struggling state, stood up earlier than him, and then slowly took off the combat mask on his face.

"No matter what deep hatred you have, your disregard for life alone is enough to send you to hell, not to mention the countless tragedies you have caused over the years, Augustus."

This person was Pastor Brand, but the broken angel arm that was inseparable from him on weekdays was not on him at this moment.

Augustus looked calm as always, not seeming surprised at all.

On the contrary, it was Olivier who really didn't know that there were other extraordinary people secretly protecting him.

"Paladin, I have always wanted to know whether the God you speak of is the Supreme Being. In His eyes, does the slaughter of lives really matter? Perhaps in His eyes, all this is just the cycle of life, and you and I are just two slightly larger ants in the swarm of insects."

"You are misleading people with your lies. How can a butcher like you understand the mercy of God?"

Brand's whole body was glowing with light. He borrowed strength through prayer, blasted a circle of dust on the spot, and punched Augustus.

Rumbling--

Augustus was smashed into the mud and rocks in the passage he had just blocked.

"Let's go back up now and don't worry about the defense line." Brand said, looking back, and immediately chased towards the hole created by Augustus.

Olivier breathed a sigh of relief. The level of danger he had just experienced was only slightly less than the life-and-death situation when he was strangled by the neck.

"Don't worry about the defense line. Is there more than one Paladin?" He could only come to this conclusion. Otherwise, how could Mosaic, who was the only one on the front line of defense, calm those people down?

"Sir, we..." The bodyguard leader had stood up and walked reluctantly in front of Olivier.

"Go back to the office."

In the earth, Brand captured Augustus's position, condensed a glowing spear in his hand, and threw it out with all his might.

The holy light ability is only effective against demons, and is roughly equivalent to a flash bomb for a divine warlock like Augustus.

"Augustus, come with me to stand trial before God!"

Brand threw a deliberate punch.

Augustus, with squinted eyes, created a large number of rocks as a buffer, and the surrounding soil gathered towards him madly. His ability to control the soil was only slightly inferior to Abdul who possessed the earth torrent, but among the divine grace sorcerers, no one could match him.

"No one can judge me. I will ascend to the throne of God sooner or later!" Augustus's voice was cold and stern, coming through the thick and solid rock armor.

"Arrogant." Brand shook his head slightly, then stopped talking and started fighting with him with punches and kicks.

People on the ground can feel occasional tremors coming from the earth.

Amid the astonished looks of many of his colleagues, Olivier returned to his office, then closed the door, sat back in the presidential seat, and kept a close eye on the situation outside.

The military and police forces have been engaged in a bitter battle with the crazy crowd.

Especially those corpses that have been resurrected from the dead, which make some people with poor psychological endurance lose their will to fight.

There was something obviously wrong with the mental state of the crowd, as if they had entered some kind of selfless state of excitement, and were only focused on dealing with the enemies blocking their way.

"Let go! Let go, bastard!" The last few rubber bullets were fired at the head of the guy who was holding his ankles tightly, but they had almost no blocking effect. The man was still grunting and frantically pulling at the equipment on the military police.

He turned his head to look at his companions, but found in despair that he had become a salient without knowing when. Although the nearest comrade saw him, he was several meters away from him.

Under normal circumstances, this distance could be reached in two seconds, but now there are crowds of people everywhere, and these guys are no different from zombies when they go crazy. But they are not equipped with live ammunition and can only fight in hand-to-hand combat. There are so many people crowded in just a few meters, making it difficult for comrades to reach them.

Another excited man grabbed his outstretched hand, snatched away his only stick weapon, and then smashed it down on his helmet.

After a few clangs, he could only curl up his body, like a hostile soldier ant being overwhelmed by ants. "These are simply a mob! They are all crazy! Live ammunition, we must use live ammunition!"

".I have not received any orders from the President. Continue to maintain the defense line and use the existing forces to defend. Support is approaching and will arrive soon."

"Damn it, don't fool me with these nonsense! The lives of my soldiers are also lives. Unless you can turn all those zombies back into humans, I have the right to call in live ammunition!"

There was constant noise and table-banging in the military headquarters. The situation was far beyond their expectations and they could not stop it with firepower. However, once firepower was used, these people were all their own citizens. There were tens of thousands of them. This was no joke. No one dared to give such an order or take the responsibility that would result in a court-martial.

Only the unit's immediate superior could no longer hold back and was ready to save his own people even at the cost of his own life.

After he said that, the others seemed to be relieved and looked at the commander as if he were a hero.

Damn it, each and every one of them seems to be afraid of taking responsibility!

The commander was a little overwhelmed, as if he had fallen into a trap.

But he was not doing this for show. He really didn't want to see his people being swallowed up by such a crowd again, and he had to rescue them as soon as possible.

"Wait, wait a minute, let the drone adjust its view direction. The one in the sky, right?"

"extraordinary?"

Over the Palace of Delft.

Jennifer looked at the crazy scene in front of her and marveled.

"This smell, the mind is bewitched by the remnants of the demon lord again. No, there must be some other factor involved, otherwise it wouldn't reach this level. Is it a divine grace sorcerer?"

Whoever created this chaos is the enemy of the Paladins.

He raised his right hand and concentrated. A spear of light began to emerge, constantly absorbing the light from the surroundings and becoming brighter and brighter.

"Give it to me, calm down!"

With a light shout, a spear of light was thrown out and pierced straight into the crowd.

Soon, a wave of light rippled into a circle and instantly spread to half of the city. There was no wind or fire, but it caused the crowd to stop strangely, and many people collapsed directly to the ground.

The revived corpses were trembling, with pustules forming on them, and then they exploded, splashing out disgusting green and red juice.

"Hehe." Jennifer wiped the sweat off her face. "If it was Ye Jie, I guess she wouldn't even be able to use even 10% of her strength. People really can't be compared."

In an open space a little away from the crowd, the leader groaned, and Mosaic seized the opportunity and attacked him.

"I'll be back, Ice Boy."

Mosaic couldn't help but feel such an ugly nickname, his brows twitched, and he raised his hands, imitating Mr. Li's glacial monster, which slowly emerged from behind him, shaking the earth, and roared as it opened its huge mouth.

The leader's brows twitched, and he stopped trying to be brave. His body suddenly swelled up, and within a second, it exploded.

The hissing sound continued.

The bloodstained face of the glacier monster kept melting and solidifying, but it only happened on the surface. It slowly opened and closed its big mouth, and the mosaic hiding inside revealed its figure. It was with this that he had avoided the self-explosion from the opposite side.

"Ahem, as expected, it's still too much of a stretch."

With a wave of his hand, the glacier monster collapsed and melted, and the layer of ice on the ground also melted into water and seeped into the ground.

In the crowd, more and more people stood up in confusion, their expressions dazed, with only vague memories left in their minds. They were not quite sure why they had suddenly developed such strong resentment and anger. They touched their teeth again and found that some people had even knocked out their teeth in order to bite the bulletproof equipment of the military and police.

The military and police officers finally collapsed on the ground, feeling lucky for having survived the disaster, or they dug out their teammates buried in the crowd and gave them emergency treatment.

As for those who launched the attacks, they were already being merciful by not kicking them.

Olivier wiped his sweaty palms and remained silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

The ground not far away was shaking from slight to severe. Within a few seconds, a rock giant jumped out from the earth, with cracks and damage all over his body.

Brand flew out along the passage. At this moment, he was in a dishevel and his eyes were solemn.

Augustus was much more difficult to deal with than he had expected. No wonder he had been unable to successfully encircle and suppress the Heaven Node for several years on his own.

He even vaguely sensed that the other party was at ease and did not seem to be using his full strength.

"As expected of a Paladin, your soul is strong and tough. You are really a good material." Augustus chuckled as his face emerged from the rock armor.

"If you want it, come and get it." Brand stretched out his hand and pulled, and a large piece of the rock armor was torn off.

"If there is a suitable opportunity, I will, but for now, I'll ask you to keep it for me." Augustus emerged from the rock, broke off a piece of the mask, and disappeared immediately. After a puff of smoke, a mindless werewolf rushed out and pounced on Brand.

Click.

Using his hand as a blade, he swept across his throat. The werewolf took a few more steps due to inertia, then covered his throat and slowly knelt on the ground, feeling the vitality slipping away incredulously, and his body gradually turned back into human form.

"Pastor Kabrand"

Brand paused and slowly turned his head to look.

The person who recovered to his original state seemed to have been seen by himself. He was a rich man who came to pray for healing for his terminal illness in the Holy Mountain, but he did not agree.

Augustus, he knew about my arrival in advance? Then why did he fight this meaningless battle today?

Brand walked up to the man and slowly squatted down.

He will not show mercy to such a person who is an accomplice of the evil, and naturally will not treat him.

The man looked at Brand with longing eyes and stretched out his hand, trying to grab his hand.

"Pastor, can I still go to heaven?"

Brand pointed to his heart.

The man's eyes quickly turned pale, he laughed miserably, and slowly lost his life.

(End of this chapter)