Walking alone in the land of the dead, the grudges of the past seem to have faded away. He has never experienced such peace, no one's land, a silent journey, maybe this is what he needs, those lingering contradictions can finally catch up with him.
I'm going to enjoy this moment, Uriel thought. After all, escaping always works, it’s just that I didn’t go far enough. Leaving Knox and the fight between orderly creatures, he actually experienced a strange kind of peace. I'll have time to think, about the seven pivots and secret societies, and even... a man in a cloak walks up to me.
At first, he didn't recognize the other person. This man is neither like the Black Knight nor the other undead. He is covered in a cloak and wears a blunt sword at his waist. He is very tall, but his steps are light. The aura of death lingered around him like a scorching wind.
The apprentice hesitated. "Edward?" But this person doesn't hold a cane and has a weird body shape, so it can't be him. Who is the one?
no respond. Without any warning, the opponent drew his sword with one hand and lit up the flame with the other.
...the flame of divine magic.
Uriel couldn't believe his eyes. He turned around and ran away, but a sword light fell from the sky, landed gently and skillfully in front of his toes, and sank into the ground with a chirp. The crack suddenly collapsed, and the soil turned into fine sand, sliding down silently.
The sword wasn't even sharpened, he thought. It turns out that a good sword can turn Uriel into the protagonist of the legend, but to the enemy, the weapon is the weapon, and the key lies in the person holding the sword.
"It's really you, Uriel."
He had no choice but to turn back. "To be honest, my lord, you have a bit of a pharyngitis that keeps coming back."
Lammons flipped his hat. "This is the last time."
This battle was inevitable, Uriel immediately activated his spiritual vision, but a second later, he had already seen more than 6,000 failed outcomes for himself. The ghost lingers. Does this mean I can’t get rid of him even in hell? The apprentice continues to peer into the future, trying to find a glimmer of hope.
He almost succeeded. The two sides have fought many times, and the apprentice already knows the level of the paladin leader. The blunt sword swept across, and Uriel slid to the side. However, the wound on his chest couldn't help but sting, causing him to miss the opportunity and eventually lost his balance. This is broken.
The distance suddenly narrowed, enough to win or lose by one point. Of course Lammons would not let him go lightly, and certainly would not pull him up to end the sword fight and salute each other. The paladin was as fast as lightning and kicked him to the ground. His blunt sword lit up with flames and stabbed him down violently. This sword was not the Durandal he usually used, but the blazing light blade formed from the top and cut open the apprentice's face. Uriel barely moved his upper body to avoid being stabbed in the eye by a sword.
Lammons was about to draw his sword and strike again when the apprentice suddenly hit his waist with his knee, causing him to stumble forward while he quickly got up.
Uriel knew that he could not let the opponent occupy the high altitude, so he simply cast a spell on the ground, turning the land into a pool of sticky, soft mud. But when the mystery arrives, the effect is less than half of what was expected.
The paladin captain stepped forward easily. "This is Gavash, little devil. The power of order is not the same, and the rules of the mysterious realm are the same." He walked over with his sword, "No one can save you."
He couldn't fly either, Uriel understood. But that doesn't seem to help. His profession gives him a variety of magic combinations, and divine magic is his main means of combat. These two have no advantage when facing the Paladin Commander, except for his spiritual vision. In contrast, Lammons only lost the advantage of air combat. Maybe he doesn't need it at all. After all, this person's level is far from Shania's.
The apprentice wiped the blood from his face: "I am not your enemy, my lord."
"Deniing your own demonic nature, Gaia cultists?"
"Those are two different things."
Lammons narrowed his eyes. "You admitted it."
Acknowledge that he is the Nameless One, a threat to the Knox Order, an enemy of the Seven Fulcrums. This had frightened him deeply in the Cathedral of Antoros, but now in Gavash it was as if he were following the Romans. Uriel lowered his head and looked at himself. Who is this fool who broke into the Kingdom of the Dead with the demon hunter and was hunted down by the guards of order?
He felt like he was doing stupid things all day long because he couldn't figure out where he was. I should choose a side, not because of my background, but because of my beliefs. Many people will be affected by my choices. It sounds so heavy and it seems like a daunting responsibility. But when Uriel was in hell, no one felt sorry for his situation. It was he who exiled himself here.
And this asshole is out to get me. He couldn't help but smile: "Whatever you think, I am not a priest, a devil, or your enemy. No matter what you say, I will not admit it. You can't define me."
"Maybe." Lammons stared at him, "Seven Fulcrums will not tolerate demonic associations, let alone the High Tower... If the White Envoy conceals it from the High Tower for you, all this will make sense. I don't know you How to convince him, but the truth will not be buried easily."
"There is no truth here."
"What do you mean?" The blunt sword was pointed at his throat, but Lammons stopped.
"People will only believe what they see. You can say that I am a devil and accuse my mentor of concealing my identity, but you have no evidence and everything is just one-sided."
Lammons said nothing.
"You can't kill me." Uriel pushed away his sword, still smiling. Never let the other party see fear at this time. "If people know that you are doing this, they will think that the Seven Pivot Points have not yet formed an alliance and have started killing each other."
"Maybe they won't know."
The apprentice looked at him strangely. "You can indeed do it quietly, without revealing the news, and be an unknown hero... I come from the high tower, the mysterious fulcrum of astrologers. Are you really so sure, my lord?"
The Paladin Captain obviously didn't.
"So, what I do has nothing to do with you. I am a tower messenger, I am a Gaia believer. My mentor is a demon hunter, whether I am a nameless one or not, this is a fact." Uriel stood up, "If you You’re too late to think I’d be concerned about this.”
The paladin captain stared at him coldly. "You blatantly betrayed order! The Battle of Dawn was a bloody victory. How dare you erase the achievements of the Hunters and cover up the crimes of the Nameless One?"
"To tell you the truth, my lord, you and I come from two different places. I don't have any blood feud to remember, and I don't have any relatives or friends who died for the devil! They are living well... but the war you started is about to send them into the tiger's mouth. . Therefore, I will try my best to prevent all this from happening." The apprentice paused, "Unlike you, any revenge will not help."
"You know nothing." The paladin captain commented.
"That's right. I fully admit it. I don't understand the reason why you launched the demon hunting movement, nor how the nameless man became a demon, nor how to stop the war, but I won't pretend that I understand, do you understand? "
Lammons scowled. "You seem to have a theory, Uriel. But I won't be fooled by you. Every word you say means you are guilty. No one else can hear it, but I know it clearly! Good, since you want to be tried , I’m not in a hurry either.”
Uriel had no choice but to make the decision. "What do you want?"
"Wait until we return to Knox." Lucia's divine words came out of Lammons's sleeves and wrapped tightly around his arms. Due to the restrictions of Gavash, they are not as bright as in Knox, but they still have the mysterious solidity of the sky. "When then, I will take you to the tower and notify the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to prepare a fire. Then I will personally send you on your way in front of everyone in the world."
In front of Qiao Yin, Uriel thought. He could feel Rammons' hatred for his mentor. In the holy city of Zangwill, there was a priestess who wanted to kill him, but the apprentice had never seen her. Nine out of ten people who recognize Qiao Yin and Qiao Yin will have the same wishes as hers, and Lammons is considered the more sensible one among them.
"I have no grudge against you, my lord. Your wife's injury is not my fault."
There was a click, and the hilt of the sword in Lammons' hand groaned. "The devil is the enemy of order."
"Is he also your enemy? I can't help but see it." The apprentice asked, "Your enemy is a demon hunter."
"Shut your mouth!" the paladin captain yelled, "just say a few words, okay? Don't force me to change my mind." He tugged on the chain and the apprentice staggered. "Go quickly."
One after another, they walked on the wilderness of Gavash, the land of the dead. Uriel regretted not using his spiritual vision to explore the scene behind the passage. Thousands of Night People are hidden in the Sunken Plane, and he happened to bump into the Holy Knight Captain of the Holy Council of Light. It seemed that each of these undead souls was luckier than him. The apprentice can only admit that he is unlucky.
It took a lot of time to get out of the wilderness, but the details were unclear. The apprentice just felt that the days were like years. Finally, they came to the ruins of a city and looked at the city walls among the rocks.
An ominous atmosphere surrounds the city. The avenue leading to the city gate was paved with large pieces of broken masonry, and the vaults were wide, tall, gray, and covered with layers of brown stains. There were magnificent landscapes built on both sides of the road, which Uriel inferred based on their remaining traces.
Unlike the wilderness, the density of the undead in cities has increased significantly. Ghosts shuttled among the stones, skeletons and ghouls struggled together like insects, and the wise people of the night looked on with cold eyes. For the first time, Uriel understood the appearance of the Kingdom of the Dead, ignoring their "explicitness". These guys still had a human form after all.
"The city of the people of night." He couldn't help but say.
"The Green Man City of Moniantoros," the Paladin Captain said.
"How come the vassal city of the Silence School is here?"
"Another crime committed by the undead. Garvash invaded Nox, polluted the city with a curse, and brought it entirely into the Plane of Perdition."
Bringing Gavash from Knox? A city? Uriel couldn't imagine it.
"But Lucia punished them." Lammons glanced across the battlements, and the ghosts immediately fled. "Your Excellency, the Agent, killed the Curse Knight who polluted the order, and left indelible damage to the King of the Dead Sea. However, the Green Man City has fallen for a long time, and when the undead retreated, the oracle had not yet purified the mark of the dead."
So the Green Man City fell into Gavash, and the residents of the city died one after another, and the people of the night were born on the corpses. Uriel thought of the disaster of undead in Yotsuba City, and couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.
"So you want to free the dead? Take back Green Man City for the wizard?"
Lammons ignored the sarcasm. "A believer's word will bear fruit." He said in the Lucian script, "Quiet."
The mouthpiece of mysterious confinement. I gave him a chance, and Uriel was annoyed by his quick words. I wonder if you were so hoarse when Qiao Yin slaughtered your men. Of course, the two weren't enemies to begin with, but the apprentice really wished this guy could stay in Hell forever.
The Paladin Captain would not know what he was thinking, but acted as if he was adapting to the hellish environment in advance. He hid himself in clothes and veils, and spoke with an unfamiliar accent. When he imitates a farmer's approach to holding a sword, he can even talk to the local night folk.
"There have been a lot less ghosts recently." Lammons complained to a man with only half of his body skeleton. When the latter raised his head, sand leaked out of his chest.
"Just crawled out of the dirt, you two?"
"what happens?"
"We have new neighbors. A lot of demons have moved into Gavash. As for the ghosts, I think they moved away a while ago."
"What's going on?" Lammons asked calmly.
"Let the living fight." The people of the night were indifferent, "It has nothing to do with me. I'm dead long ago and can't pick up weapons to fight for the honor of the lord."
"Gavash also has a lord?"
"I mean during my lifetime." He took out his chest and threw out a handful of sand. "I sacrificed my bones for the Lord of the Riverbank, an old bachelor, and no one wanted to marry his daughter to him... Well, you don't seem to want to hear this. But when it comes to lords, it's not like we don't have one."
"Demon Lord?"
"The Curse Knight." The unexpected answer. Instead, the other party looked at them: "Where did you come from?"
"Just climbed out of the coffin." Lammons lied, "Coming into the city to ask for directions. We were killed by demons, and we just want to stay away from these things."
The undead that can communicate are not fools, Uriel thought to himself. It will be suspicious of Lammons, and it will bring bad luck to me.
Fortunately, this guy didn't dig into it. "You're already dead, so why are you afraid! Demons are also living beings. They should be afraid of you."
"There are also demons among the undead."
"What's the fuss? Isn't it natural that there are demons in hell?" The people of the night snorted, "Green Man City is a cursed city, and unknown people will not come here." He smacked his lips. "What a shame, I haven't seen a living person for a long time, a third of the time I've been dead. Isn't that sad?"
"There's a war going on outside, and for most mortals, their days are more like hell." Lammons replied, "It's better for you to stay like this."
"Really? I've never been to Knox." The Night People muttered and walked away.
Lammons did not pursue him, but seemed to have gotten the news he wanted to know. It was then that Uriel became truly curious about the reason for his presence in Gavash. The Holy Knight Commander of the Glorious Council, who was fighting against the "Steel and Fire" association and school wizards in the Black City just a few days ago, suddenly came to the Kingdom of the Dead alone outside the order? But if he really pursued me to hell specifically to judge me, he wouldn't waste time here.
It's a pity that he couldn't ask. The paladin captain walked out of the city thoughtfully. Unlike when he entered the city, the undead began to treat him as if he was nothing. Uriel looked at him carefully and noticed something unusual about his cloak.
Green Man City is a cursed city of the people of night, and its residents are all soldiers under the "cursed knights". These undead do not need to eat, drink, or live a fun life. As long as there are living people to enjoy when they invade Knox, they will devote their loyalty. These bones were trapped in the dusty world of Gavash, and it was impossible not to be interested in the smell of living people. Uriel asked himself that he would not be threatened by low-level corpse eaters, but Edward the "Barber" was different.
Of course, as a mysterious creature, the demon hunter is capable of fighting the undead, but his legs and feet are not flexible and he is alone. The more Uriel thinks about it, the more anxious he becomes. I wonder what Edward's current situation is. Will he be caught or killed? Even Della could see that he had no intention of surviving**...
Desolation returned to the outside of the city, with the occasional corpse pulling itself out of the soil. When Lammons saw them, he did not hesitate to crush them all.
You don’t dare to act recklessly in the city, Uriel thought to himself. It would be unfair to the latter to kill one after another when you leave the city. As Lucia's paladin, people thought you treated them all equally.
But Uriel had to admit that doing so would not attract the attention of the "Curse Knight" and was a smart move. Gavash is the border of hell, the base camp of secret societies and the undead. He must be careful, follow the rules, and serve his purpose.
Soon they came to a new gathering place of the undead. The gray plains became rugged, and huge unnatural valleys opened up. Just looking at the straight cliffs on both sides, the apprentice can already imagine the mysterious tearing of the earth and the plowing of wide ravines.
There is no distinction between the sun and the moon in Limbo, and mysterious phenomena may disappear over the long years, leaving only indelible remains. Many ghosts now live in the valley, hiding in its dark crevices.
There are still buildings in the deep valley, the walls are carved with all kinds of eerie runes, and the spiers are covered with curtains. The dead people used bones to build stairs, spiraling to the deep and invisible valley bottom.
The paladin captain looked disgusted, but he seemed determined to go down. Whenever a ghost comes close, it will receive a devastating sword strike. Uriel didn't know why his approach was different from that in Green Man City.
They went straight to the bottom of the valley and saw a pool covered with golden grass blades in the scorched earth. Uriel immediately recalled the terrifying sight of Gray Wing Bird Island. Is Mercury Lord Lametta here too?
"Not here." Lammons whispered, obviously not answering the apprentice. His eyes wandered around the edge of the pool, not missing any trace. Uriel was vaguely aware of what he was looking for.
The question hung in my throat, curiosity slowly growing. Uriel really wanted to speak, even if the other party didn't answer, it didn't matter. But he was speechless!
No matter what the purpose of coming to Mons, he did not find the other party. He dragged his apprentice and searched for most of the day, but still found nothing. Finally, the Holy Knight Captain lost patience and cut the spiral staircase in two with his sword.
The bone steps collapsed, dust and smoke filled the air, and a large group of ghosts screamed and scrambled to escape from the valley, as if they were worried about being hit.
These ghosts have not yet adapted to their identity as people of the night, which is why they behave like this. Uriel found that many ghosts were still hiding in the shadows, unmoved by the roar.
Lammons drew his sword and blocked the crack. The burning thorns were made of translucent runes, firmly sealing the exit. The heat wave distorted the air, and ghosts lingered and overlapped in front of the flames, gradually converging into an indescribable black shadow. They push each other and pass through the belly of their companions.
The paladin's long sword fell, and the black shadow instantly melted. Most of the ghosts were tainted by the magical flames, howling and struggling. Uriel could not help but shudder as he listened to them cursing loudly and crying like babies.
But some people rushed out of the fire curtain and rushed towards the wasteland in a panic. Lammons let out a sigh, raised his sword and struck.
He suddenly tilted his arm, and the magic sword flew over the target's head and disappeared into the mesh sky. The man escaped, rolled on the ground in fright, got up and continued running.
The paladin captain pulled the chain with his backhand and asked, "Do you know him?"
Uriel looked at him in silence.
Lammons dragged him over the survivors and landed in front of it. The man's eyes widened and he didn't know what to do for a moment. Apparently, it realized in an instant that its two legs couldn't outrun a flying man.
"Tell me." The Holy Knight Captain unlocked the magic, "You want me to let him live?"
You finally remembered. "Edward," Uriel told him, "he is a demon hunter."
"he died."
What the apprentice saw was the body of the "barber". There was a hole in his chest and the blood had long solidified. It only takes a moment for the divine flame to ignite a ghost, but it is different to ignite a flesh and blood body. After Edward died, the ghost took his body and manipulated his actions. "He was still alive when we came in," Uriel said. He felt unspeakably sad.
Lammons saw the body's armband. "You stayed with the demon hunter? He discovered your identity, so you silenced him?"
"That's right. I even brought him to Gavash specifically to avoid future troubles. This is really a geomantic treasure, sir?"
"If you don't want to talk, then just stop talking."
This is no joke, but a real threat. Lammons will definitely keep his word, and Uriel dare not talk nonsense anymore: "There is a mysterious object that can connect Knox and Gavash, but it can only travel in one direction. We decided to send it here."
"Where's the stuff?"
"In his hand."
Lammons glanced at him and went to look for it himself. The ghost was trembling, unable to raise his head in front of the mystery of the sky. When Rammons found the bag and let go, it swished out of the body and fled without him pursuing it.
The bone hourglass was placed among a pile of odds and ends, and Lammons picked it out and used strange techniques to identify it. "Can't it be destroyed?" He slashed with his sword.
Uriel still couldn't hold it back. "What a great discovery! I shouldn't have noticed it before traveling to Gavash."
Lammons ignored the sarcasm. He held the hourglass in his palm, and a frightening mystery descended upon it. After a few seconds, the hourglass melted. It turns out it’s really a matter of mystery.
The paladin captain waved his hands and frowned as he looked at the corpse. Its dull eyes looked toward the sky, as if the relief of relief remained. "Demon power. You and the demon hunter came to Gavash to solve the problem of the passage?"
"Edward is my friend." Sadly, this is not entirely true. Uriel felt that the other party would not believe it either.
Lammons looked him over. "Well, you can do this, missionary."
Uriel didn't want to hear his comments. "If you weren't in the way, maybe Edward would still be alive," he pointed out pointedly. "Why have you come to Gavash, my lord? Nox has no use for you?"
"Anyway, I don't have nothing to do." The paladin leader said tit-for-tat, "I'm looking for someone who is determined and can really influence the situation." He brushed his sword with his fingers. "I'm here to find the heroes of the Alliance."
"he died?"
"It's hard to say. But no matter what, if a person is willing to sacrifice for order, he should not sink into it after death." Lammons reached out and closed Edward's eyes. "Someone has to take them away."
Uriel frowned: "Is this your idea or the council's plan?"
The paladin captain made no reply. Now the answer is obvious, this trip is indeed his personal behavior.
"The tower is missing me," the apprentice muttered. But the loss of the Holy Knight Captain by the Glorious Council is undoubtedly a loss that outweighs the gain.
Lammons reduced the body to ashes and read a eulogy for him. Uriel then remembered that the Paladin was also a demon hunter, and Edward was also his companion. After finishing these processes, he looked tired. "The Glitter Pool has made a request for the mistakes we have made. Alini's betrayal...maybe it has nothing to do with him, but someone must pay the price for it."
