“I’ve always wanted to ask a question,” Uriel said. “What happened to the massacre at Winnie Watts?”
"Didn't Sauron explain it to you?"
Is that an explanation? The apprentice glanced furtively at the ring, and Joey grasped it knowingly, turning it to extinguish the runes. Poor Mr. Gessen didn't even dare to say a word, but Uriel believed that it must hate him now.
"I want to know the truth, not the history modified by Croydon Tower." Apparently the Tower of Sky's statement about the Nameless One made the apprentice somewhat resistant. And Sauron is also tight-lipped about some things, "such as the reasons for the demon hunting movement and the massacre at Veniworth."
The messenger looked into Uriel's eyes, and there was no flinching in them.
"You'd better not know. It was a disgraceful massacre that started with discrimination and oppression and ended with brutality and bloodshed." He whispered, "until the nobles of the kingdom and the big figures in the mysterious world used the so-called order Before this massacre can be called justice, everyone who knows about it wants to dig out the memories of those days from their minds."
“There is no hell on earth like this.”
Shadows covered the corridor, and Uriel's heart beat faster. He knew that depending on his choice, he might hear something that would break the bottom line. If it weren't for the changes in Yotsuye City, I would never want to know more. But he had already experienced it personally, so what could scare him?
"But I still want to know. Joey, I want to know what happened in Venevoise back then. So many civilians were massacred, are they guilty? What if the disaster in Four Leaf City originated from a certain party fifteen years ago? Wrong, I deserve to know the truth - in fact, I am in the same position as Newell."
The same goes for losing people around you due to unreasonable disasters, and the same pain for living alone. After Uriel calmed down from the messenger's encouragement, his will to die and survive gradually faded. He knew that this was definitely not normal, and every time he thought of Cecilia, he wanted to stab the Necromancer in the stomach with his sword immediately, so much so that he even became angry at the innocent Dandelphine because of Gavin's conspiracy.
Sometimes the apprentice can't figure out what he is thinking. He insists that he will never lose his bottom line like Newell, but he also breeds unreasonable anger and extremely irrational blame in his heart. The battle of self-will really caused Uriel to suffer.
Unless I know his past. The apprentice said to himself, I have to know the whole story of the Winniworth incident. I have to understand what kind of mood he, the Necromancer Newell, had when he fled his hometown and threw himself into the bustling Four Leaf City. The family is willing to surrender; and how do they know that this kindness comes from standing by and showing off their righteousness while ignoring the name of the lord.
——My gratitude to them was so deep, but now I feel so dazzling when I look at this beautiful city.
So the flame of hatred was rekindled...perhaps it had never been extinguished.
Uriel felt his heart sinking. Hatred did not occupy much weight in his mind. What he was more afraid of was that he would become like this.
Therefore, the apprentice is eager to find out what is the difference between Wineworth and Four-leaf City.
"Even if the truth is different from what you thought?" The young messenger didn't realize what he was thinking, and his voice brought Uriel back to reality. After waking up, the apprentice couldn't help but feel ashamed of his darkness. The Nameless One mentioned by Sauron suddenly appeared in his mind. He thought that even if he was born evil, he would not be better than persisting in himself despite the influence of the environment. difficulty.
"What I have is just my personal thoughts." Uriel carefully considered each word, "And the truth does not need to care about anyone else's thoughts."
Joey looked at him carefully and said, "I thought a believer in Gaia like you wouldn't explore the ugliness after tragedy."
Uriel thought to himself what kind of believer he was, and he had only passed by the church this morning. His doctrine of worshiping the goddess is true, but he probably doesn't have much respect for the goddess herself.
A true devout believer should cry bitterly when he learns that the gods have passed away, pity that he has been abandoned by the gods; but he reacted indifferently and did not feel uncomfortable.
Perhaps the difference between Knox and the outside world made him subconsciously feel that his goddess and Gaia in this world were not the same. As for the gods in this world, apart from Gaia, he only knew Suvieria - the goddess of mourning in the mouth of the crazy necromancer. She was obviously not a good god.
"Demon hunting is the hunt for the unknown."
The young man said, his tone still cold.
"Thousands of civilians were escorted to Winnie Watts to be executed. They had many crimes, but the most important one was that their souls were born different."
boom!
The dark tentacles smashed the rocks, and the loud sound was like a bomb falling in Uriel's ears. The Necromancer sneered and rushed over, like a white-bone spider crawling on the ground.
Uriel's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.
As to why hunt them?
This is only natural - they are demons, outcasts who were born not to belong to either order or chaos, people of the abyss who are more evil than the undead and mixed in the crowd!
A crackling sound brought the apprentice back to his consciousness. The necromancer in front of him was separated by a translucent barrier, and his ferocious expression could still be seen clearly. He was a perfect portrayal of a demon.
Joey held up his ice shield to block the aftermath, letting the fallen Death Apostles roar outside. Their conversation also reached Newell's ears, and the necromancer's voice shook the concrete above his head and rustled down:
"This is not the nameless one's fault, it's yours! Croy, Lord of the Sky! You allowed the executioners of the Glorious Council to come to Winnie Watts! You should have foreseen all this!"
“The Templars were after demons—were the commoners of Venevoise demons?”
Uriel was speechless. He looked at Croita's messenger. Joey's face was frosty and his voice was low: "Astrologers never interfere with fate. They only interpret the stars and relay the predictions they get to others. If you want to be held responsible, you can find fault. People."
But his attitude made the apprentice feel palpitated. The Tower of Sky really didn't care about the kingdom!
"What's more, the culprit is the Glorious Council. Instead of going to find those fanatic followers of Lucia, you came to Yotsuba City to vent your pain?"
Joey's words were still sharp, "In the demon hunting movement, the only real victims are... demons. The Templars can identify the fire of ordinary people, and most civilians are implicated because of those who hold some power - they finally hope to come They will be charged with reasonable charges so that the enemy can be thrown into the prison of Wynneworth; as long as the money is in place, the next day they can hang the enemy's head in the study to admire."
"They dragged people into the streets, beheaded them, and then entered their homes to search for their wealth!" Newell roared in his strangely changed voice, and the apprentice couldn't tell whether the voice came from his defective throat.
"I saw this with my own eyes!"
"That was also a good thing done by your nobles from Venevoise. In the late period of the Demon Hunting Movement, the Ice Territory became a mess, with bandits burning, killing and looting everywhere."
The young man fought in front of the apprentice. The ice and snow on his back blended with the dusk, and the mist was so gentle. "Now tell me, who do you want to take revenge on? Who can you take revenge on?"
"--you!"
Newell waved his bone spear and magic and hit the ice and snow wall, causing the ruins and shield to shake together. Uriel took half a step back, and the loud noise seemed to wake him up.
"No, you are not here for revenge."
When the corrosive rain stopped, he raised his arms, and the ice and snow appeared out of thin air: crystal thin rods began to extend outward from the clenched palm, making a crisp sound. The front section becomes sharper and sharper, and is cut into a triangular shape; the diameter of the rear end remains unchanged until it suddenly shrinks at the end, taking on the shape of a sharp short thorn.
"You and I both know that this is just a weak man who longs for power trying to take advantage of the situation and show his strength by acting recklessly. Because you were frightened by the Glorious Council."
Chloe's messenger said:
"Death will not make up for death. Hatred is just an excuse to deceive yourself and others."
Uriel felt that this sentence was extremely familiar. He couldn't help but blush a little, but he didn't expect that what he said in despair would be remembered by others. Until now, he understands that death is the most cowardly choice, and those weak pasts are still part of his life. He felt no shame.
We are certainly not the same. The apprentice realized that he would not be the next Newell. He took Joey's sword and swore to the parchment that he would never cross the bottom line in his heart. His revenge against Newell is legitimate and a just act. He deserves to chop off the head of the indiscriminate murderer with a sword filled with grief, anger and determination!
But equally, he has made enough progress that he will never be blindly sad and lose his original purpose.
So the apprentice nodded solemnly.
Joey hurled the spear, and the spear tore through the necromancer's smaller body, pinning the rotten flesh to the ground. There was no more blood in the body supported by the bones. They were squeezed clean by the owner and dripped all over the floor. These thick, turbid dark red liquids flow together and condense into long, almost invisible lines.
Newell, who had long lost his human characteristics, roared furiously, and his body swelled up as if it was inflated, and magic gave him great strength.
"Damn Messenger! Damn Chloe!"
The fallen dead apostle cursed. "Don't damage my body. Even if I don't need it, you have no right to mess with it!"
"I am the Nameless One! I have power beyond order and chaos!" He seemed to be going crazy. "My soul will be immortal, and my body will be resurrected from the dead!"
Hundreds of thousands of irrational souls chanted along with him, burning themselves even more crazily. The waves of magic were superimposed one after another, pushing Newell to the end of the path of death and to the ashes all over the ground. On it grew roses and night grass watered with human blood, and each one was visited by huge butterflies with dark wings - they were the messengers of the goddess of death.
The mystery gave the gift to the caller without discrimination: It doesn't matter whether the sacrifice was stolen, or it doesn't matter if the host is someone else, whoever stands on the other end of the magic bridge is the winner.
"The nameless one's fire has special power." The young man swept away a ghost and turned the half-material, half-spirit undead guard into ice. "Newell turned himself into an undead, and his existence no longer relies on the body."
In fact, there is no need for the messenger to explain this. The apprentice has never seen anyone who is still alive without a third of his body. Not to mention that there is not a drop of blood in the Necromancer's veins, and there are translucent holes all over his body - he seems to have threads wrapped around his bone claws, and his movements and roars are all done by lifting these invisible threads with his soul.
"Even if this body is shattered, his soul can still reshape his coat - as long as it is supplemented by magic power."
It's just that magic power is probably the least valuable thing to the fallen dead disciples.
"Then how do we defeat him?"
"I could use the Pale Hell again," Joey replied, "but Frostleaf Keep would probably collapse."
Before Uriel could say anything, the black cat suddenly jumped out of his collar and jumped up and down on the gravel in front of the two people, expressing his strong protest.
"Is there any other way? I mean gentler." The apprentice then remembered that it was the guardian spirit of Frostleaf Castle. Katie had helped him a lot, and destroying its home was not the proper way to repay him.
Joey shook his head. All his magic was dedicated to destruction. No matter how he stopped in the room before, he eventually collapsed the ground.
"Maybe there is another way." Uriel stared at the black cat.
