Chapter 268 Help Me

Chen Ke sat quietly in the refugee pile for half an hour. He didn't know whether the other party failed to find him or didn't want to forcefully break through the Acropolis guarded by the Knights of Vanhede. The man wearing the next-generation equipment never appeared again.

So Chen Ke became restless again. Judging from the life span brought by the murderous aura, that person was much more powerful than the Silver Knight, which just confirmed Chen Ke's guess.

Whether it was a holy relic or a psychic bullet, they were just carriers of psychic properties and special effects... There was nothing special about them.

Chen Ke now had two extraordinary skills, the crystal gun and psychic burst. The life countdown still believed that the mysterious man posed a greater threat to him, which meant that the weapons and equipment used by the other party were definitely not ordinary goods.

The Administration in 2009 could make psychic bullets. The era in which that man lived... might have been able to make holy relics.

But this contradicted another guess of Chen Ke.

Before, he guessed that holy relics were the equipment used by the heroes of the old days. In addition to the psychic properties, those entries should come from the heroes' daily combat behaviors, just like that suit.

But if the mysterious man lived in an era where holy objects could be made...how did they get the entry? Just an ordinary assault rifle that can fire attribute bullets would not be able to increase a person's combat effectiveness to such a terrifying level.

"The problem should still be the method of using psychic energy, and the equipment is secondary..." Chen Ke thought secretly.

He looked around. Even in the siege war of this extraordinary era, Chen Ke did not see any combat performance that was too beyond common sense, except for the huge lightning.

It seems that in terms of improving combat effectiveness, relying on holy objects alone is not enough. The biggest impact should be the secret skills and the method of using psychic energy.

Thinking of this, he didn't want to learn any HEMA swordsmanship anymore. If he could find a secret skill that was awesome enough, he could kill the opponent with one shot. If he had a psychic attribute gun, he could just pull the trigger. There was no need to learn ancient swordsmanship and martial arts.

Armor and clothing holy objects are still more useful. At least they can provide protection of various attributes, but Chen Ke has never found a better holy object of this kind. It seems that he has to go with the flow.

I can't just sit there. The time and space here is a cycle. The whole process will freeze at a key node, and then go back to the beginning and repeat. If I don't do something, I will be exactly like Brother Huixin.

In the distance, a team of silver knights, about a dozen people, are walking towards the gate of the Acropolis, seemingly wanting to search and rescue other survivors in the city, and they seem to be arguing quietly about something.

Chen Ke crouched down, squeezed through the crowd on one side, and slowly moved over there, wanting to hear what was going on.

He came to the edge of the crowd, only 10 meters away from the team of silver knights, and listened quietly.

"The princess has not been found yet... His Majesty suspects that she went to the church." A silver knight said.

"... No one can enter the church without the Pope's permission. If the princess is really there, she must be safe." Another silver knight replied.

"His Majesty's order is to take her back to the palace." The silver knight shook his head.

"The Pope won't let us in."

...

Perhaps noticing that they were too close to the crowd, the team of silver knights looked at the people sitting on the lawn, stopped talking, and moved a little further away.

"Damn it." Chen Ke said secretly, but there was no better way, so he could only shrink back into the crowd.

It was obvious that the Knights were also looking for Faralis. She ran away secretly. Chen Ke had a bad feeling that this Princess Van Hede must be going to make a big news this time.

"We have to find a way to find that girl..." Chen Ke muttered, but it was not wise to go out to find someone in this outfit. He needed an outfit suitable for this occasion.

"Well... maybe there will be... something I can use there." Chen Ke cast his eyes on the soldiers' camp on the side.

If a complete set of soldiers can be found, they can move a little more freely in and outside the camp.

The blue light in his pupils flashed, and the world within a hundred meters turned blue. Hundreds of human outlines were in full view, and the soldiers and knights around were busy.

Chen Ke stood up and walked towards the corner of the wall. Fortunately, almost no one cared about what he was doing. This made it easy for Chen Ke to find the vicinity of the camp.

Many wounded soldiers were carried in from outside the Acropolis. In order to hide from others, Chen Ke also helped by lifting the other side of the stretcher and sneaking into the camp.

The lawn in the camp was stained with blood. Hundreds of soldiers were lying on stretchers, and the white bandages were soaked into dark red by the blood from the wounds.

Earlier in the Middle Ages, there was no so-called doctor. This was a new concept that emerged during the Renaissance. The era of the Kingdom of Vanhede was obviously more like the early Middle Ages around 300 years ago.

During this period, medical care and healing were generally performed by clergy. Due to the low and scarce personal hygiene awareness, sterilization and disinfection, and medical level at that time, some diseases that can be easily cured in modern times were completely uncurable in that era.

For example, wound infection and large-scale open wounds.

These soldiers were lying on the ground, and many of them had injuries that were horrific. Chen Ke also did not see anyone like a priest praying beside them. It seemed that their only fate was to wait for death.

Chen Ke searched around the camp and found no soldier equipment that could be worn, which made him a little disappointed.

"Hey! You, do me a favor. Okay!"

Just when Chen Ke wanted to leave, he was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

He turned around and saw a bloody Vanhede swordsman. He was not a silver knight, but an ordinary soldier. The sword on his waist was covered with blood, and the surface of the shield tied to his left hand was dented by the sword.

"What's wrong with me?" Chen Ke was stunned.

"Come... follow me. Quick." The soldier said, grabbing Chen Ke's wrist and walking to the tent of the camp on the side.

Chen Ke could only follow him. The two entered the tent and saw a soldier covered in blood lying on a stretcher on the ground.

"Help me hold his wound, okay? I'll go find the priest for help." The soldier pleaded.

"Priest... aren't they in the church...? This place is a bit far from the church..." Chen Ke shrugged.

"I know a priest... He will help me. You just need to help me hold down his wound. I will be back soon..." The soldier shook his head.

Chen Ke looked at the soldier lying on the ground. There was a big hole in the front of his leather armor. Half of his abdomen was cut open, and half of his intestines were exposed. Blood and fat mixed with the effusion in the abdominal cavity flowed out, dyeing the leather armor dark brown.

The soldier lay on the ground, pale and unable to make any sound.

"Excuse me, friend... He is... dead." Chen Ke sighed.

"You just need to hold down his wound... Damn it, just hold it down, just do me this favor..." The soldier refused to face reality.

"Listen, the priests will not come to help you... And I don't think you can survive through the town twice..." Chen Ke said.

"My condolences..." Chen Ke made an apologetic gesture and slowly withdrew from the tent. Life and death in war should not be taken too seriously. War is too far away from Chen Ke. Even in the siege of Vanhede, Chen Ke only put himself in the position of a bystander.

He could not put himself into this war, nor could he understand the life and death of these people, because to him, these people were just actors in a cycle and had long since passed away in an unknown era.