Uriel's hands and feet were stiff and he did not dare to move. In front of this demon lord, even death is just the beginning of a nightmare. "Shania Ravenas has left the Black City."
"She can't change anything." There was a smile in the undead knight's tone, but it passed by like an illusion. "She is not as good as Jizuq, and this paladin leader is not as good as Oz Cranky." The comparison reminded people of some unpleasant encounters, and Uriel knew that this was a warning.
This isn't the first time. Uriel thought. He has seen this undead lord many times, all because the Scroll of Oath serves as a link between the Bible and his kind. However, it seems inaccurate to completely attribute the cause to this. At first, Uriel was nervous, fearing to offend the other party, and felt at a loss under the pressure, but after being warned too much, he was no longer afraid.
The Black Knight must have some ulterior motive for him, either because of his identity or because of his faith, but no matter what, the apprentice has already made up his mind not to let the undead get his wish. A warning is nothing. Now that he's up to something, I'll probably hear the next warning. The key is to understand his purpose.
"The situation is different, sir." Uriel said to the Undead Knight, "Now is not the time for the demon society to act arbitrarily."
"It makes no difference." The undead replied, "The mysterious fulcrum is approaching step by step, and we are fighting for survival."
"You are already dead," the apprentice pointed out.
"I stand here to say there are still people who hope otherwise."
What a strange thing. The other party's words were clearly not a threat, but they made him suffocate. Uriel could not help but think of the Ringott sisters. Will they pray for the life of the Black Knight, or for my death? he answered fearfully. Does this mean I'm weak? He can't give an answer! His heart screamed as fire lit up outside the window. No. No. Stop thinking about them.
The flames flew like meteors, dragging out colorful light paths like ribbons. The Black Knight made no move, but Della's ghost suddenly blurred for a moment. Immediately afterwards, the outer wall of the room began to crack, and hot, dazzling light spilled out of the gaps.
He heard a prayer. High and short. Coming from a completely unfamiliar language family, it is a culture born in the hot lands of the north, closely related to the age of the gods. Whenever the night fades and the sun rises, people praise Him in this language.
"Melting flow!"
Heat blackened the floor. In Uriel's blink of an eye, the flames spurted out, splitting in front of him and blowing around.
When he regained his vision, the three walls of the house had been torn apart by the airflow from the sky. Paladin Commander Lemons Theodor's Durandal shone brightly, and the edge was only a few inches away from the demon lord's visor. The latter raised the "Bible" with one hand and parried the sword.
Uriel was startled, not expecting the Holy Knight Commander to suddenly appear. Fortunately, he immediately drew his sword and stood in front of Della, and the ghost swooped into his pocket.
"Judgment!" Lemons roared angrily. Durandal gathered an amazing amount of heat and the air expanded suddenly.
The "spiritual vision" covered all possibilities, and saw flames pouring from the dome, swallowing up the entire building in the future, and incinerating the lawn and backyard. At the critical moment, the apprentice hid in the shadows and survived the mysterious collision.
This person has been prepared. Uriel realized that he had been following him. "Damn it." He retreated while waving a cold light, and the sound of evaporation could be heard endlessly. "Ferrianni!"
The undead knight stretched out his free hand and hit Lemons in the chest with an unimaginable speed. He groaned and fell back. At the same time, the "Key" also pushed Durandal and its flames back. The transferred heat burned the iron gauntlet red, but the Black Knight seemed to feel no pain at all.
Lemons clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, beads of sweat covering his forehead. He undoubtedly struggled to resist, but the two swords met, and the blade he faced seemed heavier than a mountain. He used the blunt blow on his chest to withdraw his strength, and the soles of his shoes left long scratches on the charred wooden floor, and finally stopped next to the apprentice. .
"Are you on good terms with the devil, Uriel?" The Holy Knight Captain heard his call, "With the devil?"
Uriel gritted his teeth. "He saved me. From Shania." To the demon hunter, it was just a pale reason. "Did you kill him?"
"I will. After the demon lord dies, soon it will be the pawns' turn. I will burn them to ashes." Lemons mentioned Durandal and pointed at his nose. "Back off."
"What do you want to do?"
"Do your duty."
Doesn't it mean a duel with the undead lord? It is tantamount to committing suicide. But due to the existence of "spiritual vision", Uriel knew more inside information. He turned and ran away without protesting.
…
The black knight allowed the tower messenger to escape without making any move. The blue flame looked at Lemons, as if waiting for him to take action. I have to admit that this person has an extraordinary bearing, perhaps due to his complete confidence in his own strength.
Or there are other reasons. No, he couldn't have guessed my purpose. Lemons determined. I haven't mentioned it to anyone.
Uriel is certainly no exception. Especially him. Lemmons had never liked him and had been suspicious of his position for some time. The priests of Gaia are different from Lucia. They have undue compassion and always act according to their own set of rules. He would not tell the other side of the Council's plans.
The boy is a shameless liar, the paladin leader thought, and yet most unsuspecting people are happy to trust him. When Uriel communicated with Ferriani, his attitude towards the devil was so dazzling. With Lucia on top, Lemons had warned himself countless times not to spread personal hatred to innocent people. I actually thought he was innocent!
Some things cannot be explained away with compassion. he thought. Yeah, I know your little secret, damn asshole. Once the demon hunting here is over, Lemons plans to find trouble with him. The people got the stolen goods together, and the White Envoy couldn't come to save them.
...but the enemy must be dealt with first.
In fact, he could hear the surprise in his apprentice's words. The demon in front of him has many names - the night people of Gavash call him the "King of the Dead Sea", the demon society regards him as the "Lord of the Undead", and those who are lucky enough to have seen him and live to tell the story People call him "Black Knight" or "Death Agent", and the latter are mostly the elders at the time of Bai Zhi's prophecy.
All in all, this undead is no ordinary demon. If he were a positive figure, his name in the mysterious field would probably be much louder than Lemons himself.
Facing such an enemy, only a fool would ignore it. When Lemons was still a squire, he had vivid memories of the figure and appearance of "Theologian" Roxanne Toslin, but about the undead lord, all he could remember was war and death, and mountains of bones piled under the black mud. This person gave rise to the fear of corpses in the mysterious realm: not out of fear of death, but for those warriors who died but stood up again and plunged into bloody affairs such as slaughter again with the enthusiasm of life. They are strong, fearless, and inexhaustible, and they are still the nightmare of the fulcrum of order.
If I failed miserably, Lemmons couldn't help but think, the outcome would be much more horrific than if I failed at the hands of a "theologian." The wizards of the school do not ponder the remains of a person, but the Black Knight will turn him into a subject of death, a companion of worms.
Durandal seemed to sense his fear, and the black silver sword blade shimmered. The undead glanced at it.
"It will shred the armor of your blasphemy, demon," Lemons told the other man. "That's how your subordinate died."
"Holding a match in your hand," the demon lord commented, "will only cause hallucinations."
"Really? That sword is your match? Whatever plot you have, it ends here. We know you are collecting Bibles."
The flames in the black knight's eyes jumped, and his joints made a harsh sound.
Lemons raised his sword at the critical moment to avoid being torn apart by the magic sword that struck from the air. "You are too obsessed with what is in front of you." He told the other party. "After the battle of Antroos, your purpose was obvious! We only need to put the bones in the net, and you will get in by yourself."
Youyan jumped slightly. Only now do you realize that you fell into a trap? too late. Congressional help was at hand, and Lemmons was confident that the agent would send the right person. We must not make the same mistake again. The School of Silence has taught us a lesson.
He looked at this undead knight from the White Prophecy period. If it was smart, it wouldn't have left the devil's lair after the Battle of Sky Island. The demon princess is now a prisoner of the tower, and no secrets can be kept under the prophet. Adventure to the Black City for a piece of paper? Maybe there is another reason, maybe the Society is just a common ally of Gavash? It doesn't care at all?
There is no use in thinking too much. Lemons knows this. The brain of a dead person is not as flexible as that of a living person. Maybe he has no brain at all.
With a click, the undead knight tilted his head slightly, and steel collided with each other. If fear is human nature, then this guy has absolutely nothing to do with living people. A mocking voice emerged from under the helmet, full of contempt, "By you? Net?"
"It's 'us'," Lemons corrected.
…
There was an explosion behind him. But there was no fire, no smoke, the houses and streets slipped like wheat, and the god of death who was holding the sickle just lowered his arm. The paladin captain held Durandal in front of him and flew more than ten yards into the air with his sword, but he finally took the blow.
Uriel dodged the fallen oak tree, and mud splashed all over him. But he was impressed by Lemmons: Gizzouq and Ozzy Cranky were no more. According to the theory of the mysterious field, this generation of paladin captains are still young people in the sky, and they still have a long time to accumulate. He began to suspect that he no longer understood Kong Jing's strength.
No matter what, this is definitely not a battlefield that apprentices can participate in. He rushed to the edge of the aftermath and found the body of "Elder" Ferriani, who was trying to align his waist in a burnt lawn. The Paladin Captain cut it into two pieces, but this was at best a casual move.
"It doesn't matter." The dead man noticed his gaze, "The flesh is just a shell, I am already a citizen of the night."
"You'd better hide first." Uriel lowered his head to let go of the flying stones. "After the Silent School appeared in the Black City, he must have informed the Glorious Council about the situation. What a fool I am." No wonder Lemons asked me Easily escape Cagaat's castle. "A priest will be coming."
"Let them come," Ferriani said contemptuously, "I will take them to hell."
"Really? Lemmons had expected your lord to show up, and the reinforcements he invited must be Kongjing."
Ferriani's expression changed: "Did you tip him off?"
"Hell, the Holy Knight Captain is not blind." Anyone who has experienced the tragedy of Antuolos should know that the undead's purpose is the Bible. Uriel threw the Scroll of Oath to him not just to avoid being pursued by the Law Wizard. "To be honest, Ferriani, just because I don't want to see you die doesn't mean I will help the association. These are two different things."
Another cloud of sand came over and was blocked by the magical barrier. Uriel turned around, and the elder had already put his body together. "As for the Bible, it records my oath, but it is not the oath itself. In any case, it is not more important than life. If your lord insists on it..."
"Are you in a hurry to escape from the whirlpool?" someone asked.
A stranger's voice. Uriel felt the air shrink suddenly, and the "Elder" suddenly began to burn, with flames rising into the sky. Thick smoke billowed into his face, and he heard the screams of unknown people.
The apprentice instinctively summons frost, but it is no ordinary fire. Almost instantly, the golden flames completely engulfed Ferriani, leaving no ashes visible.
He watched the scene in horror, Lemons' previous threats echoing in his mind. I will burn them to ashes.
"Run!" the ghost screamed. Her voice came from her pocket and lingered in her ears. "Uriel!"
The person waved his hand, and the smoke and fire swirled away, and Della's screams stopped abruptly. "I understand how you feel, young man." He stepped across the scorched lawn. "Fifteen years ago, a friend of mine betrayed the family that raised him and joined the devil's camp. I know that he did not abandon his faith. But some things are just meant to be."
Uriel's mouth was dry. "Your Excellency Putrid."
The man raised his eyebrows, as if he was surprised to be called by his name by his apprentice. He has the curly black hair of the Brethians, the brown skin of the northern hot land, and a pair of sharp eagle eyes. As the archbishop of a mortal country, he was born into a distinguished family and was a member of the Glorious Council. He was an important link between Brestatik and the holy city of Zangwill. He was undoubtedly respected on weekdays, but the clothes that did not match his status were enough to hide it. His greatness: white robe of linen, crown of thorns. He has no agent's scepter, no golden ring or crown of gems, or even a similar holy sword in the hand of Paladin Commander Lemons. Jessela Putrid was like a novice priest in an ordinary church, and she had less wealth than a true novice.
When Uriel saw him in "Spiritual Vision", the brilliant brilliance of divine magic drove away the breath of death.
The paladin captain stood up from the rubble, the demon lord's "Bible" arrived in an instant, and Jessera Putrid descended from the sky, summoning a barrier of light, and finally parried the lightning-like sword. Suddenly, the air flow made a shuddering roar, rock and iron bars were thrown into the sky, and the ground sank in the violent earthquake. The two sides broke up at the first touch and could not tell the difference.
He killed the previous head of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Uriel thought of many legends. A hundred years ago, the Gray Emissary died on the border while defending his vassal country. That was also the beginning of the Cenozoic War that spread to the tower.
"The Witch of Destiny" Helen still can't forget the sadness when her father passed away, and she even hates the Eastman Kingdom. If Bai Zhizhi hadn't avenged her, the fate of many people would have been different.
His thoughts must be written on his face. "I don't expect your mentor to introduce his defeated generals to his apprentices." Bishop Jesela sighed, "But his actions are always unexpected. You seem to recognize me."
"I..." The apprentice didn't know how to answer.
But the other party didn't wait for his response. "Theodore is too young and almost allowed you to escape." Bishop Jessela told him, "Don't expect him to be resurrected, boy, divine magic is the nemesis of the undead. Two hundred years ago, His Excellency the Agent used the flame of the goddess Burning the Legion of the Cursed Knight. If we can be gentler, he may still have the energy to return to Gavash and cause some trouble to the successor of the King of the Dead Sea." He shook his head. "Yeah, we didn't expect today."
"I haven't seen enough." Uriel raised his sword defensively, "Maybe you should burn the entire Gavash."
"The Sunken Plane is a creation of the gods. Like the Glitter Pool, it belongs to the dead. The order acquiesces to its existence... but it does not mean that the undead can step into Knox at will."
Putrid looked at Uriel calmly. He stood with his feet on the ground like a normal person, with a calm expression, and his behavior was not as surly as "Tattooed" Jizuk. His performance would give people a false impression. But the apprentice felt a familiar temperament from him, as if he was facing the crowned Gandrias in the portrait, holding a scepter in his hand. Hell, he's more Lucia's pope than vicar. How do I treat him?
"I will leave immediately," Uriel said, "and return to Blumnot."
Jesela waved her hand. "Ah, don't worry. Croita is now an ally of the Council, and there is no need to mention the past hatred."
"In fact, the allies of the Council did help me a lot." The apprentice immediately said, "Without the help of Lord Paladin Commander, the Nightingale of the Silent School would have succeeded. I am grateful for it." The other party may be the opposite. I killed him Just happy.
He raised his eyebrows: "This is hard to imagine."
"Everything is possible, Your Excellency. If you invite me to the Holy City, it's not impossible..."
"Lemons wants to keep you, and his plan has nothing to do with me." The archbishop interrupted him, "In any case, you are a tower messenger and are not under the management of the parliament. Yes, you go."
Uriel was surprised, can I leave? This development was not in his imagination. But since the other party has made it clear, it’s best not to confirm it again and again. He did not dare to put away his sword, and walked slowly across the trembling ground with the weapon, heading south.
But when he stepped onto the grassland where Ferriani died, the withered marks were like ashes after the fire burned, and the smoke lingered endlessly. Something is wrong. The apprentice instinctively entered the "spiritual vision" state, and a second later, he returned to reality in a cold sweat.
It turns out you still have to pay tickets. Uriel understood. One life for one life seems to be a good deal, but some things cannot be measured in this way. He considered another possibility.
Archbishop Burris stood there, looking at the battlefield, paying only a little attention and saying: "I mean, only you."
Screams. Uriel turned to his side, and the wave of fire passed by and sank into the soil. His pockets cracked in the heat, and the spectral Della flew out in terror, hiding from the blazing divine fire.
"Della Sinsena was just a scholar during his lifetime." Uriel used a barrier to cover the ghost and tried to explain. "She's dead! She's not a demon." And this is just a human thing.
"Then the flames will prove everything." Putrid was unmoved, "Let's go, young man, you are the messenger of the tower after all, and your identity is beyond doubt. Leave that girl's soul to us for identification."
"Leave it to the flames for screening?"
"If she is really innocent."
Phantom Della couldn't bear it anymore. She glanced at the apprentice in fear, then turned and ran away.
Can't wait for Jesela to take action herself. So Uriel used magic to trap Della in chains. Our psychic lady was hanging in the air like a balloon, covering her face and crying.
She thought I would give up on her. Uriel understood that Della Sinsena was neither a warrior nor a qualified nightingale. From the beginning of her career, she had only herself to rely on. She didn't expect me to help, maybe she didn't want to be in my debt at all.
After all, is Della Sinsena really that important? She was just a nameless person in the chaos, not even a real nameless person. Uriel didn't know what they were doing with her. However, everything has value, especially in this sinful city... On the bright side, he hopes that his attitude can affect people's judgment of Della's value.
"Please be more lenient." He begged Archbishop Lucia of the Burles Empire. "If you want her life, she has already paid for it."
Bishop Jesela sighed. "You can't be accommodating, kid. After Cardinal Alini was confirmed to have an affair with the devil, the agent immediately ordered his arrest. His noble status and rich achievements could not allow him to escape, but only earned him a chance to be tried publicly in the Holy Inquisition. …I witnessed with my own eyes that his fire turned the magic black.”
He shook his head sadly. "Later, Anlini fled from the Holy City, and we discovered that he had corrupted many priests, and that he himself was a prince of the demon association, and was the shimmering lord of the starless night."
So in order to hunt him down, you launched a demon hunting movement that swept Knox? Carnage at Winnivas? Uriel swallowed. Everything in the world seems to be connected by an invisible destiny. But is this really the fault of the Holy Council of Radiance? Demon hunting is different from Order Civil War.
"A cardinal is like this, Uriel." Jessela stretched out his hand to him, "How much more a ghost? This matter is our bottom line. I know that you are different from your mentor and can understand the truth. You are a merciful man. A priest of Asia. Yes. I know you can't bear it, but in the end you can tell right from wrong."
Uriel knew there was only one way to go.
"Let me help you." The apprentice turned his head and spoke under the cover of divine magic. Fortunately, Jessela Putrid was also looking at the battlefield behind her. "Believe me."
"What!"
"Come on. I've read your work."
Ghost Della was stunned. Even amidst the roar, she heard the apprentice's response. The psychic's eyes widened: "Wait! You..."
"Believe me."
Jessela Putrid seemed to realize that something was going out of control, and he put away his winning smile. But it was too late, when Lucia's divine words tore open the shelter, the ghost Della disappeared.
…
The archbishop was surprised, "How did you do it?"
"Uriel" shuddered, lowered his head and stretched out his hands to look at it. Scars and calluses cast shadows around the edges in the firelight. He blinked, as if uncomfortable with the light.
When he noticed Bishop Jesela's gaze, he immediately tensed his muscles and glanced to the side. "No! Not me. Maybe someone can save her, Your Excellency."
Jesela looked at him: "Besides you, I don't know who else is willing to take action, but in terms of common sense, you undoubtedly can't do such a thing."
"Yes. It's a pity it's not me." There was another explosion not far away, and an entire row of buildings cracked in the mysterious aftermath. Uriel quickly turned his head and looked at the ruins of the mansion strangely.
He coughed. "It's time for me to go, Your Excellency. Your companions need you right now, so why waste time on me... on a ghost? The goal of the Council of Light is to lead... the undead knight."
Jessera observed him carefully, and the runes formed detective spells one after another, which quickly spread to neighboring neighborhoods, encompassing most of the Black City. The mounts in the stables shook their heads and neighed, and a flock of crows took off from the distant city wall with a roar, shaking off their feathers in fear.
"First Evolution"
"Uriel" felt a cool breeze blowing by, mixed with some weird touch. If the caster hadn't been right in front of him, he could hardly tell the difference between it and the natural wind. I actually tried to escape earlier! He couldn't imagine it.
At this time, a ray of sword light fell from the sky, cutting off a section of the ash tree behind them, and then hit a stone pillar with unabated force. Uriel screamed and almost squatted on the ground.
But the sense of touch in the wind also disappears. The magic is lifted. He probably realized that the other party had stimulated the two fighting men during the investigation, and the undead lord interrupted Jesela with a wave of his sword.
Lucia bless. Uriel wanted to say something, but all he could say was a violent cough. He felt like his lungs were burning, his hands and feet ached with exhaustion, and his shoes were painfully hard. Of course, some problems are actually harmless. The apprentice usually doesn't care about them at all, but now they make him feel uncomfortable.
The archbishop of the Bres people spoke suddenly: "Lemons believed that he would come forward for a certain mysterious item you were carrying. I didn't believe it at first, but he really showed up. You have contributed to this, young man. , let’s go back to your tower.”
"I pray for you." He shrugged deliberately, "If you fail to kill him, my life will not be easy, Your Excellency."
Jessera studied him for a moment. "At least we have a united front on this point." The smile returned to his face, and the Archbishop rose into the air, leaving "Uril" where he was.
It would be better for you to die together, to be burned to death. Uriel said in his mind. Burn it all. Even that ominous building, the devil and the priest... never appear in front of me again, go to hell...
A large plume of thick smoke floated, and he knelt down and coughed.
