Uriel immediately understood the Ring's silence. For a long time he was speechless. "……oh."
"Stop guessing, there is no fixed logic in mystery." The ring told them, "Necromancers have many ways to collect dead people, so it is unnecessary to choose fire potion." Look. As soon as they started, they made such a big noise. I don't think the damn necromancer himself could control it. The master will catch him soon...well, as soon as he shows up"
"What do you mean? You can't find anyone?"
"With the Duke away, a city-wide manhunt would be unrealistic," Sauron said truthfully, "Chloe is an astrologer, but my master is not an astrologer, and neither is Eds Haynes." The garrison belongs to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs... Without any clues, nightingales are of no use. Only astrologers can quickly find the target.』
"There is no movement at the detection station in Yotsuba City either." Cecilia said fearfully, "All the astrologers in the city are working there. There is also the Nightingale Nemesis, which is said to be an alchemical creation."
Uriel was also scared, but in front of Cecilia, he felt that he should show his optimistic side for her. Maybe if I behave well, I won't be so scared. Fear is really torture. But now he is not facing a floating train, but also has the option of refusing to ride. This is true. There was no point in being afraid...but he was afraid nonetheless.
"It would be better if I were a mysterious creature." Cecilia said softly. "I am the only mortal in Knox Bar. I would have had a chance... Even without the magic potion, Uriel, I might have succeeded. . Now all I can do is pray. Pray!"
"Before the gods, we are all mortals"
"Prayer has its benefits." Uriel regretted it. If I had promised Sauron before, would the situation have improved? It's more likely that I died early. He pushed Cecilia back. The waitress was distracted and looked down at the wine bottle. He knew what she was thinking, but now there was room. "We'd better hide until Mr. Haynes comes back..."
...There was a loud bang, and something hit the wall hard.
Uriel turned around and saw that the wooden door was shattered into pieces and was pressed beneath by a large piece of ice. Faintly inside was Geneva's face. Immediately afterwards, a black shadow stepped on the frost and passed by his eyes.
The third one. He only had time to raise this thought.
"Run"
As soon as Uriel grabbed Cecilia, they ran, crossing the tables and benches. But when he couldn't help but turn around, he saw a skull-like claw close at hand. At this time, he finally realized how fast the undead was.
He seemed to have hit a rock and almost broke his neck. It took him a long time to realize that he had fallen to the floor. A corpse eater pounced on it, its facial features were twisted, its limbs were bent and twitching, dragging half of its internal organs and exposed fat layer, crawling on its hands and feet. The thing opened its mouth, revealing a toothless green mouth.
Uriel's heart almost stopped beating. He grabbed the corpse's neck and lifted it up with force.
The undead did not have the size of the apprentice, and was even thinner than Geneva, but Uriel tried his best and could not throw it off. The thing roared angrily and dug its nails into the apprentice's shoulders. He howled in pain but didn't let go. The ring flew over with a whoosh and knocked the corpse eater's head off. The apprentice took the opportunity to kick its thigh, trying to break free.
But the undead quickly dodged the blow. Uriel only turned sideways and failed to stand up. The ring tried its old trick again, but it had no effect. I can't avoid it! he thought wildly. They tumbled and wrestled on the floor, knocking over tables, chairs, and vases. The undead stretched out his nails, and just by looking at them, a sharp pain shot through his shoulders. "Sauron! Help me."
The characters "Take a deep breath" are written directly on the face of the undead.
Uriel shivered as frost covered the surface of his body. The nails of the undead dug into the solid ice, leaving only scratches. It hissed and roared, suddenly turning its body over. Uriel felt bones tightening around his neck.
"Uriel!"
The scream covered a dull sound, and Uriel felt the pressure relax. He saw the remaining shard of glass in Cecilia's hand, and cold golden ice mist fell on their faces. The corpse eater's neck suddenly bent down, and his limbs suddenly relaxed, as if he had lost power. The apprentice kicked the thing away.
But if she could lift the barrel from the cellar alone, she might be able to break the corpse's neck. A layer of gray flesh connected to the head. The corpse eater roared and raised its head, its gray eyes looking around. Then it threw away the apprentice, ran towards the frightened waitress, and knocked her to the ground. She cried and waved the pieces, but the body felt no pain. Uriel picked up the scissors, but was worried about hurting the waitress.
"Hold blunt objects" ring prompt.
So Uriel picked up the stool and hit the undead on the head. His strength was by no means comparable to Sauron or Cecilia. The corpse eater shook his head and was forced to let go of the waitress. But no matter how hard he hit, the Corpse Eater just wouldn't fall. The apprentice was so exhausted that it even raised its arms in an attempt to fight back. He pulled the waitress and backed away. It also wanted to chase, but was staggered by the ring that was put on the finger at an unknown time. Sauron dragged it backwards, but before he could reach the door, the corpse's fingers were overwhelmed and disconnected. The corpse-eaters immediately rushed towards Cecilia tirelessly.
Uriel was breathless. He couldn't think of any solution. This thing seems to be impossible for humans to deal with, and only magic can hinder it. "Go upstairs!" he said. At least the attic has more obstructions.
Cecilia's glasses were nowhere to be found, and now her face was filled with tears and her breathing was rapid. "It's useless, it's the devil!" she moaned, "I've seen those...priests on the streets...demons..."
The corpse eater blinked across the distance and came to Cecilia's eyes. Uriel couldn't see its movements clearly, but he knew its goal clearly. The apprentice yelled, swung the wooden stool, and broke one of the corpse's lower legs. The two collided violently and were shattered together.
They threw themselves on the bar. A gap opened in the wooden side wall with a crash, and dust flew everywhere. The undead's nails couldn't penetrate the frost, so Uriel ignored its bite and grabbed the debris with his backhand and stuffed it into its throat. When he came back to his senses, he realized that what he had caught was the wine glass that Cecilia had hidden. The precious wine originally contained inside was spilled all over the floor. We didn't have time to drink it, and now it's so damn cheap. The thought flashed past.
Suddenly, through the ribs of the corpse, an orange-red light flashed before his eyes. The strong smell of alcohol spread in waves across the room. Cecilia was opening the cupboard and throwing the bottles of wine inside on the carpet. Even the barrel of treasured "Edwin Pure Brew" is no exception. When she trembled and reached for the candlestick above her head, the corpse-eater's limbs whipped violently, as if he had been stimulated by some kind of stimulation. It left the apprentice behind and rushed behind the waitress. No one could imagine how fast it climbed! But it seemed like she wasn't going to hide.
Uriel grabbed the remaining calf bone of the corpse eater and dragged the thing back. He didn't know where he got the strength. Maybe it's dragging me along.
During the tearing, the smell of alcohol became stronger. Uriel couldn't help but cough. The corpse eater roared and struggled, hitting his stomach with his elbow. In pain, the apprentice stretched out one hand to grab it, but was slapped on the bridge of the nose by the corpse eater's heel. The apprentice's vision went dark, and he felt that his consciousness was almost shattered by this.
Vertigo makes the world drowsy. Fortunately, when he regained consciousness, Uriel found that he had not let go, and Cecilia had already set the carpet on fire. Flames illuminated her face and her red hair seemed to burn with it. The apprentice watched her reach into the fire and grab the rug in tears.
There was nothing else to do at the moment. The undead became more and more restless, and every bone hit the ice armor. After you teach it to get away, no one can hit it. Uriel had no choice but to turn over and press the body to the floor. The undead strangled his shoulders with their arms, and Uriel tasted the spicy taste of blood and wine. "Throw it away," he shouted at her, "Don't come here!"
But Cecilia fell into his arms.
…
Something was happening, and Katz couldn't control his limbs. He opened his mouth as hard as he could, trying to breathe in the cold air. He would pay any price to be engulfed in heat. after all……
The frozen man remains on the top of the clock tower. They have different shapes, but their expressions are very unified. Through the thick ice, Katz could sense their fear. I need the heat or I will become one of them.
And all the heat is in the hands of the northerners. He descended with cold wind and death, and Divine Grace lost its invincibility. The loyal believers under the banner of the Holy Spirit dispersed in droves, trying to escape the strife of mystery. Not surprisingly, they failed. And a well-informed and wise man like Katz hid at the bottom of the fountain, praying that everything would pass quickly.
At first, the threat seemed to recede. He heard the roar of air, and the distorted screams of a few unfortunate people who had been caught, echoing around the clock tower. They howled and roared, venting their pain, and then one by one they revealed all their secrets.
Such sounds gradually weakened and finally disappeared. Katz decided that a smart person shouldn't huddle in a pool and completely miss the chance to escape. If he were an enemy, he would also choose to leave. After all, compared with the believers of the Holy Spirit in the whole city, there is no need to guard the church...
...until he realized the pool was freezing.
But unlike those fools, Katz would not die for the secret of the Holy Spirit. Of course it will cost you your life. Most people would think that the Duke and the legion commander are the masters of the Four-leaf City, and no one else can resist the help of "Divine Grace". However, Katz has learned about Croy, the Tower of the Sky, and knows that Eastman, including the Four-leaf Territory, There is a reason for surrendering to the Astrologer's Tower.
He confessed everything, including his delusions about the mysterious fulcrum, hoping that the other party would spare his life. And this deadly northerner is undoubtedly aware of this. "You recognize me?"
"Yes, my lord," Katz Satis replied, "You are the leader of the Chloe Destiny Assembly and the Foreign Minister of the Tower."
"There's more?"
"There is..." What is there? Katz racked his brains. The White Envoy is different from the big figures in the tower. This person is famous, whether in the mysterious realm or the mortal kingdom. And among those who knew him, no one wanted to be his enemy. For such a big shot, all you can do is try your best to collect intelligence, and then at critical moments - such as now - do what he wants in order to survive. But Katz recalled carefully and found that he didn't know any more information. What does this person like? What do you hate? Everything is a mystery. After all, I don’t even know his name!
This fatal question has led to the current crisis. His dead companions behaved just like Katz after their failed resistance, except that they did not recognize their enemy. They yelled, begged for mercy, and cursed. Do I want to follow in the footsteps of these idiots? Becoming a frozen corpse? Or be hung on the pointer...
The messenger has reached the edge of the bell tower. But only a fool would think he was in danger. Katz had been held hostage by him to the top of the clock tower a few minutes ago, and now he only felt that he was in danger. There are corpses here too, including a well-dressed guy who is unlucky enough to be hanging from a pointer. Maybe he's stupid enough to use temptation? Katz doesn't know.
"Such as my purpose." The only hint. You can tell this from the tone of voice.
Katz thought hard. What is he going to do, destroy Bishop Lu Wei's lair? Stop the spread of divine grace? Protect the mortals in Yotsuye City? But the tower doesn't care about the Eastman Kingdom...
...They only care about their own people. "I know Lord Garrison is in danger!" he said hurriedly, "There is a crazy woman who went to the bar." Gods bless, this news will attract attention.
"You mentioned this," the messenger said.
"Did I mention that?" Katz opened his mouth. He doesn't remember it at all. In order to avoid interrogation, he took the initiative to tell everything he knew without asking the other party's questions. Did I say it or not? He wasn't sure. "I……"
The northerner suddenly turned his head. Katz's heart tightened and he quickly followed his gaze. The clock tower is taller than most buildings in the city, and now that the sky is clear and the view is wide, a burning small building can be seen clearly even from several streets away. The smoke billowed like a flag.
"You could have given me directions."
he heard the other person say.
