I'm a spy in the film

Chapter 436 Finding Remiel

So, Duran led the way and Sullivan came up behind, and with a lot of dust still floating in the air, the group covered their mouths and noses and quickly rushed into the passage.

"cough cough, cough cough"

Although everyone was trying their best to hold their breath, they couldn't help but open their mouths when they saw the scene in front of them, and inhaled a lot of dust. For a while, they coughed continuously.

"This, ahem, is this the main root of the giant tree? Ahem, damn it, how many people did this kill?"

In front of everyone was a giant pillar that reached the sky with no end in sight and was about twenty to thirty meters wide.

This giant pillar is all white, crystal clear like jade, and full of natural breath, making people want to get close to it.

But if you look closely, you can see that twenty or thirty meters underground below the giant pillar, there is a huge pit filled with countless corpses.

Although it was pitch dark here, Bourne and his companions were all sharp-eyed people. A flash of light was enough to allow the knights with justice in their hearts to see the tragic situation in the pit of corpses.

The corpses were piled up in a mess, some had turned blue-gray with purple moss covering their bodies, while some still retained their normal vibrant color, some were not yet dead, and were wailing weakly in pain.

Among these corpses and victims, there were old people, young people, and babies; there were poor people who were naked and covered in mud, and there were wealthy people with jewels on their arms and necks.

At this time, they were huddled together closely, connected by countless white and tender tentacles growing from the white pillars, becoming fertilizer that provided nutrients to the giant tree.

"This corpse pit was definitely not dug tonight."

A knight said in a decisive tone.

He pointed at the dirt beside the pit and the bodies in it and said, "Look at the color of the dirt over there and here. Isn't it dry here and a little wet over there? This means that the pit over here was dug earlier and dried faster, while the pit over there was dug out today or just now.

Looking at the colors and conditions of these corpses, they also vary greatly.

Look carefully at the arm sticking out from the wall on the front right. It’s swollen. This person has been dead for at least three days, and the victims at the top…”

The knight did not say anything else, but everyone understood what he meant.

On the top layer of the corpse pit, many victims still maintained certain signs of life, and judging from their clothes, many were still wearing pajamas and jerseys.

They were undoubtedly local residents who had just been captured from nearby communities and those football fans who had been tricked into coming.

"I know these fans were deceived by an organization called the Sea King Club."

There was a hint of heaviness in Duran's voice. He recognized a girl with brightly painted face among the corpses. She had also invited him to drink beer.

Unexpectedly, just a few hours later, when we met again, we were separated by heaven and earth.

Although the girl's eyes were wide open and her mouth was as if she was shouting, she could no longer hear the other person's cheerful voice like a silver bell.

Anger was building in everyone, not just Duran.

"This damn man-eating tree, even if I were an ant, I would chew you to pieces!"

Sullivan was the second person besides Bourne to recover from his shock.

He saw at a glance that Bourne had walked away along the passage on the left.

"Bourne, what did you find?"

Sullivan caught up with him, and as he turned a corner, he could not help but exclaim;

"Your Excellency, Grand Knight Commander Remiel, it turns out to be you."

Hearing his shout, the other knights in the team also ran over quickly and saw Remiel half-held in Bourne's arms. The opponent's helmet was gone, his unkempt hair was black and white, and his face was also blue and black.

"What happened to the Knight Commander?" someone asked anxiously.

Bourne placed his right hand on Remiel's forehead, carefully feeling the blood flowing in his head. After a while, he said:

"Knight Commander Remier must have been affected by the explosion. He has blood clots on his head and needs urgent treatment. Duran, take someone to the front to check. I think there are still people alive."

Before Bourne finished speaking, Duran had already run forward with two knights.

Sure enough, after a while, Duran came back in a hurry, carrying a knight whose right arm and left leg had disappeared. Behind him, two knights came back with sad faces and several weapons in their hands.

"At least seven knights died in the explosion. Their bodies are incomplete. We brought back their weapons."

A knight said sadly.

"This knight happened to be in a pit, and was protected by the bodies of his comrades, so he survived. However, we did not find his arms and legs that were exposed!"

"Everyone, now that things have come to this, please don't be sad. We must send Knight Commander Remire and this injured knight back safely."

Bourne stood up, still holding Remiel in his arms, and asked, "Sullivan, are there any people left behind who are good at healing?"

Sullivan thought for a moment, turned to look at the shield-bearing knight in the team, and asked: "Aisha, do you know?"

The shield knight who was being questioned took off his mask, revealing a handsome face. As soon as she spoke, Bourne realized that she was actually a knight lady.

"Yes, I know two nuns. One of them has a doctorate in nursing from the University of Glasgow, and the other has a master's degree in medicine from King's College London. I am a clinical doctor from Oxford."

"it is good."

Bourne exclaimed in admiration. Who could have thought that the knights, nuns and saints who came to participate in the baptism of the Holy See actually had another identity.

If the demonic tide had not risen again and the magic power had not revived, these knights, nuns, and saints would have been elite talents in other fields of the world.

Even in the United States, although the saints elected by each state cannot become leaders in various industries like the candidates in Europe, most of them are direct descendants of local big capitalists and big farmers. They control a lot of resources and also work as executives of major companies.

It seems that perhaps I am the most inconspicuous person here.

In terms of academic qualifications, he only graduated from an ordinary university, and in terms of family background, he only inherited a small ranch.

Alas, the revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard!

No one mentioned exploring forward anymore. Everyone changed from the front team to the rear team and headed back home.

However, due to two more injured people, three people had to be assigned to take care of them.

One of them was naturally Bourne, who was carrying the knight with broken limbs and arms on his back, and used holy light to control the opponent's wounds so that they stopped bleeding. The other tall knight was carrying Grand Knight Remire on his back, and the knight holding a shield was guarding in front of the two of them.

The remaining people were still connected by Bourne, and the local area network that had been interrupted by the explosion was online again.