the next day.

The terrorist attack on Kobe Port Rinhai Paradise and the news that Kitahara Nanfeng escorted the prisoner and interrupted the other party’s legs.

At the same time, it was featured on the morning news of major media and the front pages of major newspapers.

One scene is the tragic situation in Linhai Park, with a tragic number of casualties.

Filled with despair, coldness and panic.

One scene is about the scene where Nanfeng Beiyuan grabbed the bearded man's hair and dragged him to the police headquarters.

With a tall back, two blood marks extending from the car to the police headquarters.

Filled with coldness, iron blood, and even violence.

The two photos, which were very distinct and strong, aroused great discussion.

Especially the photo behind the scenes, which are only a back, called "Iron Blood" by some media, began to spread wildly on the Internet. Everyone who sees this photo will first fall into a strange silence.

It's not just a stimulus to the death toll in Linhai Park.

It is the skin color of the man dragged by the north wind in the north, which in a sense touched something in the hearts of many people in this country.

In this slightly weird atmosphere.

The newspaper is delivered to someone's hands.

Hyogo Prefecture.

Near Mount Liujia.

Somewhere near the Akashi Kobe Takarazuka Line.

A man who looks very close to the image of a street thug is sitting on a tree stump, holding a newspaper in one hand and a kettle lid in the other, which is filled with steaming coffee.

The man took a sip of coffee, then gently shook the newspaper and started to read it carefully.

He looked in his thirties, with a shaved head, a stubborn chin, and a face full of flesh. His figure was very consistent with his face, with his bulging muscles, a burly torso, and arms that were thicker than most men's thighs.

Such a person.

Standing behind some gangsters as thugs is so pleasant to see.

Or it may appear in a wrestling arena, which is very pleasing to the eye.

But this kind of person, holding the newspaper seriously, holding a "cup" that looks similar to his fingertips, and drinking coffee in small sips, it feels strange no matter how you look at it.

In fact.

Everyone who sees him at first will feel this way, and many people will even think that he is a crafty person in front of others.

But those who really know him don't think so.

Because he is Hartman Witt.

He is such a person.

Although he has a thug face and has a body full of flesh, he is not interested in the traditional three-piece set of guns, carballs, and balls in Europe and the United States, or in other words, he is not interested in all the bad habits stipulated by religion.

He is a devout believer and very devout.

He is the fifth holy coffin knight who has touched Moses's commandment and received the authorization of the King's Staff since his resurrection.

The so-called Holy Coffin Knight means that he can engrave his name on the back of the precepts, and after death, he can lie in a coffin symbolizing sacredness and glory, and be buried under the church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem.

To become a Holy Coffin Knight, strength is on one hand, and pious faith is on the other hand.

According to their internal words, the Holy Coffin Knight is a sword, a Knight of Glory, and a ‘saint’ who can still be with the Lord and serve Him after death.

Hartman Witt is one of the most representative figures.

He is a devout believer, a staunch patriot, and the sharp knife of the church. He specializes in helping the church and his country, dealing with the most difficult problems, and has never failed to do so.

His name.

The president has heard of it.

"It's interesting."

Hartman Witt suddenly smiled when he saw the front page photo in the newspaper.

He knew that all those who went out to scout the site were destroyed.

But he would only know what happened after they were captured.

"Saint, what's wrong?"

An equally strong black man slowly came to Hartman Witt's side and asked curiously.

The black man's name is Hoshuot Saba.

One of the newly promoted Holy Coffin Knights.

The two belong to the same church.

Therefore, the name follows the habits in the church.

Hartman Witt handed the newspaper to the other party.

The black man took the newspaper, glanced at it, then frowned, and said softly: "A childish and ignorant person will deviate from the right path and will perish himself; a foolish person will eventually destroy himself."

Hartman Witt smiled, and in a rough voice, in a tone similar to aria, replied: "Those who abandon the right path and are willing to go to darkness will surely lead to destruction."

"Are we going to do it?"

The black man Hoshuot Saba closed the newspaper and threw it on the ground. He clenched his fist with his right hand, and said happily: "I heard that he and Sumiko Nichi defeated the Knight Ronard Burton. I really want to meet him."

"Don't be impatient."

Hartman Witt shook his head and said gently: "The inheritance of the divine spectrum of this country is orderly. When we come to this country, we are naturally suppressed. Although it is not as exaggerated as next door, it has some influence. What's more, the opposite Sumiko Qikai is a bit special. As long as she is in this territory, her combat power will be enhanced. Knight Ronard Burton may have ignored these and will be summoned by the Lord in the end... My friend, I don't want you to repeat the same mistakes. This time we come not only to help the so-called royal family in this country, but also to carry more sacred tasks."

Shuot Saba looked solemn and immediately: "Yes."

Hartman Witt's eyes passed over him, looked at the others not far away, and suddenly asked, "By the way, where is the sniper who escaped by 'lucky' now?"

"He is very smart in Ashiya City and didn't come back immediately."

"No, he is just afraid of being punished by me. He will definitely come back. I know everyone here very well. He does not have a firm will. So we have to transfer and go to the city. Although we still need to be cautious, there is no need to hide in the deep mountains."

Hartman Witt paused and said slowly, "It just so happens that we are going to pick up the princess of this country and the gifts we sent."

"Gift?" Shut Saba was a little curious.

"For the holy relics of that demigod, he hated the demigod who was parasitized in this land more than we do. In order to get rid of her, she was willing to send the most effective weapon... This gift is also related to their neighbors."

When Shuot Saba heard the words "Sacre Relics" and the next door, his eyes lit up.

"So prepare, we're going down the mountain."

Hartman Witt stood up: "As for the sniper who escaped by chance, is anyone following him nearby?"

"It's unknown for the time being."

"Then there must be."
Chapter completed!