Fantasy World Transmigration - 672. Chapter 672

On the night before dawn, heavy rain poured down.

Time passed by, and the sky was still dark at the time of sunrise that should have been early in the morning. Baron Fermoy looked up and saw the dark clouds covering the sky above his head. The sky was dim as twilight. Only the sound of pouring water could be heard in his ears. The rain curtain covered his eyes and the horizon. The passenger ship on the vast Suez Canal slowly passed by him. , The sound of the siren awakened many British soldiers who were still in their dreams.

Baron Fermoy said coldly: “The time is up!”

He put on a raincoat, pulled out a black umbrella from the door of the office, covered his head and walked into the heavy rain. The black boots stepped on the muddy water and splashed nearly a foot of turbid water. The heavy rain washed everything in front of him and gathered. As a turbid current, puddles of muddy water formed in the open area of the camp.

Even Baron Fermoy could not help stepping on the mud. He came to the center of the camp. There were already a considerable number of British soldiers busy. They were carrying real guns and live ammunition. Several drivers braved the heavy rain to overhaul. Several manned troop trucks, and the rest have been lined up, ready to go.

Among these soldiers, there also appeared a line of priests in black. They were solemnly silent and orderly. Dozens of people stood together without making a sound, which made Baron Fermoy nod secretly.

Worthy of being an elite of the Anglican, a priest who fights against dark creatures all the year round.

The old bishop was supported by an attendant and came from behind. He saw Baron Fermoy speak with a solemn face: “If it were this kind of weather, the strength of those vampires would not be weakened much. And the heavy rain would bring it down. Come chaos and trouble…”

Baron Fermoy said solemnly: “We will minimize the trouble!”

The old bishop glared at him and hummed: “Don’t underestimate the dark creatures. Those who can survive the pursuit of humans must have something to see. In the process of Great Britain’s conquest of the world, we have seen too What an incredible thing. The evil gods worshipped by the natives, the hidden evil species, the dangerous black magic and so on…too many!”

“But the thing that appeared in Cairo not long ago is one of the most difficult things I have ever seen.”

“Emerton, the greatest high priest of ancient Egypt… Since the curse was resurrected, he has become more terrifying. But there are still people in Cairo who can fight him. This person should be the master of the Eye of Horus we are looking for. .”

“Be careful with him! Although we have carried nearly half of the Anglican’s power and dispatched to the Gurkha mercenary camp, those mysterious existences that we control and hire, but you still have to be careful. This is the Lord’s revelation! May the Lord bless us… …”

“May the Lord bless!” Baron Fermoy whispered.

Dozens of black priests boarded the personnel carrier. Several trucks were neatly loaded with hundreds of British soldiers, including some strange men and strangers selected from the colony. Dozens of cavalry rushed out first, braving the heavy rain. In front of the road and responsible for escorting the convoy, there are dozens of small indigenous soldiers walking through the woodlands on both sides.

The convoy drove slowly towards the target along the road of the base. African mercenaries armed with spears and bows ran vigorously beside the road. They were extremely fast, stepping on the muddy water with bare feet, and the speed was not lower than that of the nearby truck.

These soldiers marched in the rain, but the rain could not block their vision.

As for the cavalry who are slowly advancing with the convoy, with a Damascus-shaped scimitar slung around their waist, they are crawling on the horse, and their figures are slightly ups and downs with the horses galloping. They have sharp eyes and awe-inspiring momentum. There is no doubt that they You can pull out the scimitar at your waist at any time and tear all enemies in front of you to pieces.

The purpose of these people is a sub-camp not far from the main camp. The priest in black has locked down a large number of officers there who have been converted into vampires. Under the cover of heavy rain, they have to clean up these hard-hit areas one by one. Lose.

Chen Ang was standing at the bow of the passenger ship honking the whistle, slowly driving downstream along the waterway. From the Suez Canal, he could see Baron Fermoy’s motorcade driving alongside them, Chen Ang watched. Looking at the people who were on the road with them, they were already approaching the camp. The entrance of the camp was Baron Fermoy’s person. He saw the Baron sitting in the passenger seat of the open truck and opened the checkpoint without saying a word. , Put the entire convoy in.

The movement here alarmed the British soldiers in the camp. They watched nervously as Baron Fermoy jumped out of the car in the rain without taking any umbrellas. Then one by one elite military police jumped out of the evil car behind. Behind Baron Fermoy, he formed his own group. To the surprise of these soldiers, a group of priests in black priest uniforms also followed.

Baron Fermoy looked at the soldiers probing his head at the entrance of the barracks and exclaimed: “Now, for the purpose of national security and counterintelligence missions in Great Britain, we have concrete evidence that this camp contains German secret agents. All soldiers are now prohibited from entering or leaving the barracks. , All are in the barracks for me!”

“Those who leave their own room without authorization will be dealt with by military law; those who rebel with firearms and weapons will be executed on the spot; everyone stays in their own bed, and when the military police comes in, put their hands on the back of their heads and lie on their backs to the door! Not allowed! Communication, prying eyes are not allowed, now your only task is to hold your head in bed. Otherwise, the military police will have the right to execute you!”

The messenger was repeating Baron Fermoy’s orders loudly everywhere, and the soldiers who followed the Baron had been divided into small groups and entered the camp to inspect. First, they drove the soldiers who were still outside the room into the room and guarded each checkpoint and At the door, when Baron Fermoy stepped into the barracks, these teams had already broken into the first target room.

The military police squad leader, looking at the roster in his hand, said to an officer in the room: “Are you a warrant officer Heyman?”

Hyman stood up from the bed, looked at the military police and said, “Yes, sir! What’s the matter?”

“Please come with us!” The captain of the military police squad said blankly. Heyman didn’t say a word, but looked at the black priest behind and sneered in a low voice: “It looks like you found us!”

The gendarmes immediately clasped their guns, and the priest who was being watched by Hyman also pressed his right hand on the bible on his chest. He hesitated for a moment, or said: “You guys…” At this moment, Hyman An officer behind suddenly violent. He buried his head and dashed out like a wild boar. Before the military police could react, he slammed into their flesh and blood.

The gendarmes clearly heard the sound of breaking their bones. The priest in black, who was blocked by the crowd, felt a pain in his chest, and a smell of sweetness spurted from his lungs. He pulled out the cross dagger from his waist, fiercely. When he pressed down, he was about to pierce the violent officer’s body. At this time, Hyman had already jumped up high and pounced on him.

Sharp claws instantly tore open his arteries, Hyman leaned on his neck and gulped his blood, while another blood family had already massacred the military police, Hyman rushed out of the room with the corpse. Gunshots came from all directions.

But most of them were blocked by his corpse in front of him. Occasionally, one or two fish that slipped through the net were embedded in Hyman’s body and were quickly squeezed out by the healed muscles. Hyman went straight to the most cluttered part of the shelter, planning to Fleeing with the help of cover, at this time, a white light shot from behind hit the back of his heart. Heyman screamed and turned to ashes in the white light.

The other kin who escaped with him was also hit in the heart by a silver bullet soaked in holy water.

Heyman’s resistance seemed to have opened the curtain of riots. Dozens of blood races chose to act suddenly at this moment. Some of them were immediately killed by the gendarmerie, but most of them started a massacre among the gendarmerie, but they were killed by the priest in black. Seeking the opportunity, Baron Fermoy calmly watched the riots launched in the camp. He only dispatched snipers when the enemy rushed out of the room.

But this is a minority after all, and most of the blood races were successfully confined to a relatively small and single space by them. The priest in black was able to kill those exposed blood races with amazing efficiency.

Under the command of Baron Fermoy, they were always cut apart and separated on a small battlefield. Even the most dominant kinsmen only killed the gendarmerie squad and shrank into the room and resisted vigorously.