NFBE Chapter 30 Meeting the Enemy
Chapter 30 Meeting the Enemy
Lin Mo's skeletal warhorse was very fast, and because of this, he missed the light that burst forth when Olivia opened the special treasure chest.
He missed it, but others noticed.
A scout in the Church of Judgment noticed this and relayed the message back in a special way.
Olivia carefully tucked the parchment away from her body, her heart pounding as if it would burst from her chest.
Territory building blueprints.
Level 1 barrier.
Two thousand gold coins, one thousand stone ore, and five hundred timber.
She silently repeated the numbers in her mind.
She has gold coins; she's accumulated quite a few from opening treasure chests, and with the daily output from the resource points she previously occupied, two thousand gold coins shouldn't be too much of a problem.
Stone quarry and timber... She has found two resource points that produce two hundred units of each every day, and it's only a matter of time before she accumulates enough.
But the problem isn't resources, it's time.
The light from opening the treasure chest was so bright that it could be seen from the whole street.
Someone around must have noticed.
"Let's go, let's go!" Olivia whispered, pulling Noah and Liam away.
Centaur warriors and battle dwarves followed behind, the sound of hooves and iron boots echoing in the empty movie theater.
As soon as they ran out of the movie theater, Olivia knew that the three of them were being watched.
More than one person was secretly watching them from a distance.
Sure enough, the light from the opened treasure chest was too dazzling.
It's hard not to get noticed.
The three men, leading their troops, hurriedly headed in one direction.
Noah and Liam knew this wasn't the time to ask questions, and it was clear that Olivia was quite nervous.
After walking for more than ten minutes, Olivia still had a furrowed brow.
She has exceptional eyesight, so she knew that someone had been following and monitoring her all the way, and that there was more than one person.
The sense of crisis in my heart grew heavier at this moment.
She couldn't help but quicken her pace.
A few minutes later, they were stopped by a group of people.
The other party had clearly received the news beforehand and was waiting on their inevitable route. Olivia knew that this must be someone who had been following and monitoring her, tipping them off using a civilian wireless communicator.
Although the communication range of this thing was halved due to some kind of invisible electromagnetic interference, Olivia knew that some gangs used the tactic of "human relay stations", that is, placing a hidden sentry every four or five hundred meters to relay messages layer by layer.
In this way, messages can be transmitted back quickly.
The group in front was quite large, with more than thirty survivors, all armed, including many firearms. In addition, there were more than twenty spearmen, tall soldiers clad in armor and wielding long spears who were very conspicuous.
Standing in front of this group was Margaret, dressed in a grey nun's robe, with a white headscarf on her head and holding a long staff in her hand.
Her demeanor is different now than before.
That kind of aloof and imposing presence added a lot to her aura. If you didn't know her background, you might really be intimidated by her outfit and demeanor.
Olivia and the other two recognized Margaret, who in turn recognized them.
The woman's eyes held a hint of ruthlessness, and a smile played on her lips, as if she were mocking someone.
"Child," Margaret spoke, her voice hoarse but steady, as if preaching in a church, "that thing you just received does not belong to you."
Olivia sneered, too lazy to even answer.
His hand was already gripping the short bow, and the arrow was nocked.
Noah and Liam behind her were also ready. After two days of practice, they had become very coordinated and knew exactly what to do without needing to say anything when it mattered.
“The luminous object is a sacred relic bestowed by God upon the Church for judgment.” Margaret took a step forward and tapped her staff on the ground with a dull thud. “Return it, and God will forgive your sins.”
"Shut your mouth, you madwoman!" Olivia said, about to raise her bow, when Liam whispered from behind, "There are quite a few of them. Don't fight them head-on. Let's break through from the side."
Of the three, Olivia is undoubtedly the strongest fighter, while Noah and Liam each have their own strengths. The two of them often offer advice and strategies. For example, right now, if they were to fight head-on, their chances of winning would be very small.
Margaret, who was opposite her, hated being called a "madwoman" the most. At this moment, she raised her long staff, about to give the order to attack.
At that moment, a series of noisy footsteps suddenly came from the other end of the street.
Everyone turned their heads at the same time.
A group of people walked over from the east.
Ten men, dressed in flashy clothes, with thick gold chains around their necks and guns in their hands. The one walking in front was a short, stocky middle-aged man with a scorpion tattooed on his bald head and a scar on his face that ran from the corner of his eye to his chin.
Behind him followed more than twenty lesser demons and more than fifteen goggles, making it appear to be a large group.
Fremendo.
The leader of the Mexican gang.
Olivia's face darkened completely.
She knew very well that the gang leader's arrival must be because of the light emanating from the treasure chest earlier.
It's obvious they're targeting me.
This created a three-way standoff: Olivia's side, Margaret's Church of Judgment, and the Mexican gang that intimidated everyone with brutality and violence.
Margaret was also stunned when she saw this.
She thought for a moment, then gave a meaningful smile.
"Mr. Frimendo, you saw the light too?"
Frimendo did not look at her.
His gaze remained fixed on Olivia, on the shortbow in her hand, and on the centaurs and battle dwarves behind her, trying to find something different.
"Little girl, what did you take?"
Olivia naturally wouldn't answer that question.
Frimendo frowned and immediately said to Margaret, "Old nun, do you know what she took?"
"A sacred object given to me by God!" Margaret said without batting an eye.
Even Frimendo was disgusted by such shameless words.
However, the influence of the Church of Judgment has recently expanded rapidly, with more than two or three hundred survivors gathered within the church alone.
He didn't want to provoke Margaret, that crazy woman, unless absolutely necessary.
"Whatever it is, it's mine!" Frimendo held a gun in one hand, and with the other, he drew a scarlet dagger from his waist. This thing was clearly some kind of 'treasure,' which made Margaret envious. If it weren't for the dagger's evil design, which didn't fit the bright image of the Church of Judgment, she would have almost blurted out, "This is a weapon given to me by God."
"Little girl, hand over the stuff, and I'll let you leave alive. In fact, if you want to kill that crazy woman Margaret, I can even help you!"
Margaret immediately sensed the threat.
To reiterate, although she may be crazy, she's not stupid.
On the contrary, they are very cunning.
Upon realizing the possibility that the other party might join forces, Margaret made a decision immediately.
"Mr. Frimendo, this girl is cunning and dangerous. I have a suggestion: why don't we join forces to capture her and take what she has? As for the ownership of the sacred object... we can discuss it after we get it. This is also God's will."
Frimendo thought for a moment and nodded.
He clearly thought the suggestion was excellent, because even if he won a direct confrontation with the Church of Judgment, the losses would be enormous.
Therefore, those who become leaders are not fools.
At that moment, Olivia's heart sank to the bottom.
With the two forces joining forces, she was no match for them.
But there was no expression on her face.
"Noah, Liam," she whispered, "when I say run, you run. Don't look back, don't stop."
"And you?" Noah asked.
"I'll cover the rear."
"no......"
"Listen to me!"
Olivia drew an arrow from her waist.
The arrow, wrapped in cloth and soaked in gasoline, was lit with a lighter and immediately shot at a tanker truck parked on the side of the street.
The tanker truck was parked next to a building, its body covered in rust and its tires flat.
At this point, Olivia could only hope that the fuel tank was full.
The flaming arrow pierced the night sky and struck the tanker truck's fuel tank squarely.
Boom~~