If the roof had not been damaged by the aftermath of the Sky Realm, there would have been a heavy rain of gravel and rubble in the church at this moment. Under the night sky, dark phantoms wandered in the cracks and among the ruins. Their favorites were the tall stone pillars, and the tallest pillar that was lucky enough to survive now only reached the calf of the behemoth in the center of the hall. People stand at its feet like a few grass stalks in front of the horse's hooves.
"Oh," York whispered.
Uriel raised his head and saw the broken moon falling on the spire of the ruined tower. The deep shadow without outline lingered, like the evil dragon from the moon in fairy tales. The thing seemed to be devouring the moonlight. "what is that?"
"The Sunless King," Dalton replied. He regained some strength, although his face still looked sluggish. "The priests of the Ash Temple call it that."
"Does this shadow king look different every time he comes?"
"That's pretty much it. The specific situation depends on the environment where the technique is performed. I will use whatever shadows are around."
This clue is meaningless. Nor was it what Uriel saw in his vision. The mysterious creature in front of me is not only ridiculously tall, but also has a very weird posture. Black smoke filled its entire body, and its toes dug into the ground, but it did not create any cracks like the "Weird Expert" did, making it unclear how heavy it was. On the surface, it has thick, scaly calves, a well-defined waist, a smooth, broad upper body, a tapered head and a mouth full of fangs, and a spine scattered with bone spurs that break through the skin. It only lacks upper limbs. Its chest was beating regularly, its nostrils were flaring, and its sound was like thunder, but there was no airflow entering the body for circulation. It is magic that sustains its existence.
For the sake of gravity, Uriel thought to himself, this monster seemed to lose its balance at any time and press the Antroos Cathedral under its belly. He hoped that Dalton had a way to order it not to fall down, but the apprentice was not sure whether this guy could carry out his orders.
"There's a dragon here?" York screamed in disbelief. "Look at it. I've never seen a dragon, but a turtle doesn't have scales, does it? It has horns! Are those humps on its back?" The apprentice also asked. I saw the hill-like protrusion and didn’t know how to answer. "Lucia! How could I take such a picture?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the two mountains suddenly split open and stretched out a pair of huge wings, helping it to stabilize its center of gravity. In the night sky above everyone's head, the mist-like translucent wing membrane slowly stretched, and its sharp claws hooked the roof ridge. They needed no more evidence of its identity at the moment.
The Wuguang King flicked his tail, and the altar on the partition wall was smashed into pieces. Uriel couldn't help but feel suffocated as he watched it lower its head towards the black knight and bring its staggered fangs close to its helmet. But the undead knight's fire stared it in the face, seemingly unafraid of any death threats.
The shadow dragon opened its mouth and let out a roar that shocked Antuolos.
The rocks turned into heavy rain, crackling on the ruins. Uriel gritted his teeth. Dalton shook a little and was helped up by him. The color of Sita York has faded and is now almost transparent. Right now, even Gao Huan's level of mystery is hard to compare with.
The sword light penetrated the smoke, bringing unspeakable terrifying radiation. It's just that although this feeling is not as obvious as the pressure of the Wuguang King's body, it still makes people feel needles pricking in their backs and their hearts are shaken. Uriel tightened his grip on the sword hilt, hearing York swallowing quietly, and Dalton breathing harder than when he cast magic. They all realized that the previous confrontation was probably just a game, and the enemy did not compete seriously at all.
"Is it possible?" Sita murmured, "This big guy we created can't deal with him?"
"I'm not sure." Dalton glanced at the apprentice.
Drow does not have the special fire of the Nameless One, but he has always been keen and meticulous. Uriel was once worried that he would see through his secret, but now, it is better to worry about others than to worry about him. If the Black Knight is determined to reveal to the mysterious realm that the tower messenger is cooperating with the association and is even a demon himself, the apprentice cannot think of any excuse he can use to excuse himself. Joey kept me out of the fire ritual, and the Judges of Order would drag me through it again.
"The Church of Gaia can't compare to the Council of Light, right? The Judge can't compare to the Paladins either." York marveled, "So we encountered a special situation. Who is he?"
"Lord of the Undead," Uriel told his companions, "the black knight from Garvash."
"I've heard of him." Sita opened her eyes wide. "One of the main messengers of the Catastrophe of the Undead. What a hell. Why is he here? Is Gavash going to invade Knox again?"
"He came for the Bible, the relics of God...the Scroll of the Oath was one of them, and so was the sword. It was originally kept on the altar."
"Why is it at this time?" Zhuoer frowned.
"Actually, he's been staring at us." These words made Dalton and York turn their heads in horror. "The Confessions previously kept by the Gaia Church were lost in Brumnot, and it was his fault."
The night elf licked his lips. "That doesn't sound real."
"I also hope that."
The orange-faced man couldn't be as calm as he was. York's mouth was wide open, and his jaw had already broken through the bottom line of human contact. "Are you kidding? We actually managed to reach Moniantoros under the eyes of the demon lord?" The high temperature ignited the dust in the air, and several sparks spurted out from his mouth, followed by a string of Sita's unique strange language.
"Needless to say, the outcome has nothing to do with us." Dalton inserted the cursed sword into the crack of the stone. "The School of Silence didn't send anyone to guard the treasure? They gave the relic to the Church of Gaia, not just to search for it all over the world with great fanfare."
"I don't know the confession, but that sword is not a bait. The wizards of the school can't figure out the difference between divine relics and ordinary mysterious items. Only the holder can tell the difference." This is not accurate. "Well, not only can we distinguish, we can sense the presence of other divine relics at close range."
"Then where is it?"
Uriel deflected his gaze. The battlefield between the shadow dragon and the black knight was shrouded in smoke and night. There were only messy dark blue blocks in his field of vision, and the magic sword light that flew out from time to time.
And in this chaotic flickering, thousands of strong, sharp snow-white lines burst out like sunshine in dark clouds.
Today, the brilliance of the Bible needs no emphasis. In the hands of the Black Knight, it is like the scythe of death, dividing and destroying the mystery. The dark elements escape everywhere and are mixed up by the turbulence. The giant dragon flew into the sky, its huge body smashed into the roof, and strong winds roared inside and outside the church; when it rushed towards the enemy, its wings covered the sky and the sun, and when it landed, the ground shook. But these actions, which can crush any mysterious creature to pieces, are not a threat to the Black Knight.
The demon lord held the sword with both hands and slammed the claws under the head cover with a bang. The dark elements condensed into mist, rushing and rolling driven by the air current, covering the field of vision. Uriel saw a flash of sword light, and one of the shadow dragon's wing claws was completely broken off, passed over its head, and crashed into the ruins. The giant dragon roared into the sky, billowing black smoke emitted from its torn body, leaving a skewed trajectory in the moonlight.
"Damn it," York yelled.
Dalton changed his posture, looked up at the sky, and shifted his focus to the cursed sword in his hand. "Don't tell me, Uriel, that the guardians of the school are Lindep Nabag and the Judge. What's the difference between this and being unguarded?"
"Of course not them. The eccentric expert and his apprentice are preparing to take away the Bible from the altar." There is also "Tattooed" Jizuk, but Uriel doesn't want to mention him.
"Did he get this unfortunate job by himself? Forget it, just worry about yourself. I'm afraid our big monster is in bad shape."
"How long can I hold on?"
"The Lightless King is similar to an elemental life form, and the impact of damage is much lighter than that of humans. I think I can hold on for a while longer before dawn." The dark element is not visible to the human eye, but in the induction of fire, the black Fog-like shadows are pouring out from the dragon's wounds, forming new broad and solid membrane wings.
"Maybe we should take the opportunity to escape." Sita York suggested.
"You're right, I really thought you had some brilliant insights." The night elf said sarcastically, "We should escape faster than the Paperclip Mercenary Group. It's better to ask a reliable person. Especially. Leer, what are you going to do next?”
The apprentice said without hesitation: "You guys go to the dock first..."
"This magic is affected by my magic power and has a limited range." Drow warned.
"...go to the tower at the back. It's just at the edge of the range and won't affect the mysterious effect."
"It seems like you understand it better than me, the caster."
"No offense, guys, but that's pretty much it."
"Tell me the truth, Uriel, what are your plans?"
"Capture Anthoros."
"You know this is impossible." Sita York interrupted, "The mercenaries have retreated and the battle is over. We failed to find Pope Gaia on time, but this is not your fault, at least it is not yours alone."
"Maybe he'll come back." Explaining the situation takes time, and opportunity and time work together like the gears of a clock. Besides, the secret was already suspended under the water, and he must not say more. "You will find him, right at the docks. That is, after all, the only way for wizards to reach Antrolos."
"Really? How about the rectangular ladder? There is also a law wizard in the mysterious fulcrum." Dalton's eyes fell on the inside of the thick fog. Uriel only looked in that direction, and his heart couldn't help but beat wildly. "Who is this?"
"Crossrider...oh, a bishop."
"And the girl. She's intact. Is it luck?"
Uriel found it difficult to speak.
"Which girl?" York looked around, "I don't see any girl."
"She is the apprentice of the weird expert of the Law Wizard, and she was just sent out by us." Dalton said, "But I just saw her. There is one thing you didn't pay attention to, but Uriel, you have to understand that in my eyes, She has no shadow."
The only flaw. "You also have to know, Dalton, you reminded me more than forty times." The apprentice replied, "And York, no matter how many crises I experienced in the dream, it is nothing like you saving my life in reality." In fact, he couldn't really The information is like a god. "So believe me, I will not let you die...nor will you destroy yourself. I will raise a new flag in Antroos, no matter who stops me."
"You want us to leave you in front of a demon lord? He is not Lemons..."
"...I'm not the same person I used to be, York."
Sita was not persuaded by him, but Dalton grabbed the young mercenary's shoulders and stared at Uriel with his green eyes. Even with the blessing of divine magic, it is difficult for apprentices to discern its meaning. I couldn't fool him, Uriel realized, and maybe he knew more than I thought. Most importantly, he was willing to remain tight-lipped.
"We will capture Gandrias," the drow assured him, "and secure the docks."
When they disappeared in the night, Uriel was able to find Hitarian. Of course she looked like she had a shadow, but Dalton discovered the flaw. He couldn't figure out what was wrong with the magic. After all, his mysterious profession was not that of a dream weaver.
"I'm worried," Hitarian said.
She is just a shadow. "You're going to be okay, Ringot. I swear."
The time has not come yet. The Shadow Dragon is like a dark cloud covering Antuorus, and the Black Knight is like the lightning swimming in the darkness. His movements are so fast that he can't see clearly, and his strength can destroy mountains and fill seas, enough to compete with the Wuguang King head-on. His swordsmanship was smooth and threatening, and his eyes followed the trajectory of the bone sword unconsciously as he taught his disciples. In the eyes of apprentices, such skilled enemies are far more terrifying than mysterious creatures that overpower people. If the realm is the same, how should I deal with it? Uriel couldn't imagine it.
Another heavy wound, the dark element spread across the dragon's chest and abdomen, allowing people to see through the membrane on its back. The black knight quickly flipped his wrist, grabbed the hilt of the sword upside down, and exerted force in the opposite direction. Uriel remembered that he had experienced this trick himself.
With a sneer, the wound suddenly expanded twice in size, and thick smoke billowed like ocean waves, rushing under the night. The Shadow Dragon twitched its wings and fell heavily into the night sky. Uriel subconsciously raised his hand to block it, but the behemoth passed through his body and sank silently into the ground. In an instant, he felt the terrible power of death rushing through his lungs from head to toe.
The magic has not yet broken. However, after being severely injured, most flesh and blood creatures will die instantly, and even shadow creatures will have to spend a period of time repairing. Suddenly, the situation seemed to be back to before. His struggles and the help of his companions were completely useless, and he could only wait for the judgment of fate.
"Excuses only work temporarily." The undead lord came closer in a blink of an eye, and the apprentice immediately froze in place, not daring to move. "If you dare to lie again, you will die soon."
Uriel had no time to stop him. The Black Knight moved his finger lightly, and the "Kitarian" behind him suddenly shattered into pieces and disappeared into pieces of light and shadow. No more than an apparition, the apprentice told himself again, and Kitarian himself was safe.
He knew the Black Knight did this on purpose.
Uriel had no choice. He could not really reveal Hitarian's identity to the Silent School, but the Black Knight did not have the same concerns. After all, since the apprentice was of little use to him alive, it might be more beneficial for him to die. "That was also after Antholos changed his banner."
The Black Knight looked at him with those will-o'-the-wisp eyes. "Do you still expect to overthrow the church when surrounded by wizards?"
Having said that...but in fact, the school's reinforcements combined are not as troublesome as Jizuk and the eccentric expert. Uriel knew the wizard's vanguard, knew when the Judge would return, and also knew that Dalton and York would stop them and find the goal of their trip. The missing Pope will eventually have to come back to Antoros to clean up the mess in the church. The situation here must have exceeded his expectations.
"You said, Your Excellency, the second truth is no longer within the realm of wizards now." The distance between Antroos and the wizard headquarters is far greater than that between Blumnot and the tower headquarters. The black knight dares to massacre and escort confession in the center of the City of Floating Clouds. The Gaia Church recorded clearly shows that the intimidation of the Saint cannot transcend time and space. He is not worried, then Uriel can also follow suit. "So I'm trying."
"It's a waste of effort. The Church of Gaia and the Mercury Temple are two different things. No matter how much these fools seek to destroy themselves, the wizards will prop up the rotten frame of Gaia's faith. Antholos is just an empty shell."
Uriel asked in turn: "Were you a Cross Knight before becoming a demon?"
The answer is self-explanatory. The black knight's attire is the same as when he came. The front of the jet black armor is decorated with dim lilies, and the silver robe floats behind the shoulders. Even the most ignorant mortal knows the identity of the undead lord during his lifetime. After all, he never covered up.
"In Knox, anyone can become a Cross Knight," the Demon Lord said.
He didn't answer me directly. "Then you should steal the Bible, just like you did at Brumnot."
"You have a poor understanding of the concept of shoplifting."
"Let's be honest. That sword won't run away with long legs. Lingot found it, so you should take it away early without anyone noticing." The association may also know our movements. It's possible for the Black Knight to steal it. "But you stayed. Is it to say hello to the two law wizards?" Now they are all dead...
The Black Knight still wasn't fooled. "I won't talk nonsense to you until you hand over the scroll of oath."
"I just want to prove." Uriel had to speak quickly, "Reforming the Church of Gaia is our common goal. As far as I know, the Nameless One also has faith."
“Faith is an empty prop for the weak.”
"It is also the spiritual anchor of the strong."
The demon lord seemed to notice something unusual. The "Bible" was held in his hand, but suddenly it bloomed with a milky white dreamy brilliance, and strange mystery flowed between the bones. But despite the sudden change, putting down the sword can still turn things around.
But the Black Knight didn't do that.
The choice between "Bible" and escape, Uriel believed that the other party did not dare to make an easy choice. In fact, he felt that the other party couldn't tell what he was really thinking.
Magic travels through the air. The fragments of Hitarian's phantom quickly reunited, coalesced together, and finally transformed into a tall, shining ash tree, with countless green branches stretching out in the hall, weaving into a crown. Life seems to drive away death.
The Black Knight took a step back, the flames in his eyes beating violently. "You think you can manipulate the Bible, Uriel?"
"No. I can control dreams."
...In the blink of an eye, the church was empty.
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