The entire Wyminster Monastery was in a state of collapse.

All the people are fleeing selflessly, they don't know where they are safe, but they have no way but to escape. Although, running away may still not be able to avoid the maelstrom of death. Many people, as soon as they had the idea of escaping, were torn apart by the artillery fire. However, if you don't escape, you will definitely die. If you escape, there will be a chance to survive after all.

In fact, and indeed true, the first people to start fleeing in all directions have already fled the area filled with gunsmoke and fire.

Although, most of those who escaped were covered in blood, and some even lacked arms and legs. Almost all of them smelled of burnt meat. Eventually, however, someone escaped. Moreover, more and more people are escaping.

Those people were running frantically by the light of the moon and the faint light of the stars. They felt that as long as they ran like this, they would finally have a chance to live.

At this time, no one thought about why a peaceful, beautiful life was like this, and who was going to kill them.

They just want to run now, and if God can let them run like this, it will be the greatest gift to them.

However, what they didn't expect was that they were running away happily, and the artillery fire was ruthlessly descending on them. One by one, the shells fell on the grass around the Wyminin Monastery, with the monastery as the center, with a radius of about 100 meters, forming a belt of artillery fire for a day. Anyone who tried to rush out would be bombarded with shells.

Looking at the flames of the explosion in front of them, those who had just escaped from purgatory had a glimmer of hope on their faces, but now their faces were as pale as ashes, full of despair and fear.

And this belt of artillery fire is still shrinking, constantly reaping the poor lives of those who are running out.

Those who had just escaped not far from the monastery ran back to the monastery crying out under artillery fire. They didn't know what greeted them when they ran back to the monastery. However, they did not have the slightest solution. If they don't run, they will be immediately bombarded with ripe minced meat. They don't want that, they want to live. They still have a good life, and they don't want to lose, and they don't want to let themselves die in this way.

"Beat that thing ......"

Liu Qingming pointed to the tall and majestic bell tower and said. The bell tower is hundreds of meters high, octagonal in shape, and towers into the sky. There are also many intricate patterns on it. But it is carrying the wisdom and wealth of countless generations of believers. Hundreds, if not millennia, before the industrial era, it was the tallest building in northern Britain.

"Such a beautiful bell tower is also rare, it's a pity to blow it up......"

Dai Xudong took out a cigar, lit it for himself, took a puff, and sighed, with a somewhat regretful look on his face.

"Why don't you go up and take a photo with him, and then blow it up?" Liu Qingming said with a smile at Dai Xudong.

Dai Xudong was slightly tempted, hesitated, but shook his head with a smile. Now as long as he dares to go over, the great supernatural beings who are lurking in the monastery who are estimated to be about to go crazy will definitely slaughter him a thousand and eight hundred times to vent the hatred in his heart.

......

Ossifer, who was standing inside the church, looked at the tragedy outside, and his face was full of confusion and anger.

His bishop's uniform was already a little tattered, and his face was smoky and black. His body was covered with blood and shredded flesh.

Just now he kept shuttling through the artillery fire outside, and he wasn't hiding like the others. With his powerful and incomparable cultivation, those days of artillery fire could hardly hurt him at all. With his skills, he could easily dodge the area where the explosion was strongest. As for the aftermath of the shock, he couldn't even shake the corners of his clothes.

He had just spent most of his time saving people.

However, even though his cultivation is mysterious. At this time, he was just suddenly helpless. The only people he can save are a few. Most of them are still torn apart by artillery fire. He simply can't do anything.

At this moment, Ossifo was even doubting the meaning of his practice.

He thought that his cultivation was strong enough. He used to be proud of his self-cultivation and proud of the world. He is humble and courteous to everyone and has a big heart. However, all the people in this world, including the powerful warlords and tycoons, are like ants in his eyes. However, at this moment, he found that his cultivation was useless at all. He can't even protect the people he cares about.

Looking at the familiar faces, in front of him, they were either in pain and struggling in the artillery fire, or they were smashed by direct explosions, or they closed their eyes with a painful and unwilling face. Osifer's heart was dripping blood, and he felt a deep hesitation.

He even wondered where the heavens he had believed in all his life were.

At such a time, the heaven he believes in does not appear, so what is the point of him believing in the heavens?

Driven by artillery fire, most of the monks who were able to stand up took refuge in the church. At this time, the hall of the church was also overcrowded. It is said that it is overcrowded, but for the whole monastery, it is already much, much less. At this time, everyone doesn't know how many familiar faces have died, but it feels like there are a lot fewer people.

"Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on, where did these tanks come from, why are they attacking the monastery?"

Osifo, who was standing at the door of the church, turned around slowly and asked aloud to the people in the church.

But the people in the church looked at each other, and no one knew why. Far from the city, the Waimin Monastery has always lived an idyllic life, the kind of retreat that is not in contention with the world. No one has figured out what is going on today. For them, this is an inexplicable disaster. Even, there are many people, at this time, it is still like a dream.

"So many monks, they are all good people, they have done nothing wrong, they have been doing everything they can to help others, why should they suffer such a thing. Those who create these sins must pay the price, and these wicked people, they must taste the consequences of their evil......"

Osifo looked at the monks who were struggling and howling in pain in the fire outside, but could not stand up, but the pain and sadness in his eyes became more and more intense, and even the old eyes began to choke tears.