"We just don't understand." The knight of the Ravens yelled, "Why do you always say weird things. We are compatriots closer than blood, so what does it matter even if we come from a mysterious fulcrum?"
"Birth often means a lifetime of separation, Sir. Don't you think so too, that's why you work as a squire for a knight?"
"Even if I'm just a mortal, I'm still a fellow human being." He said confidently.
"Really?" Ye Yan said abruptly, "If I were given the chance to put aside the fire of the Nameless One and return to the Land of Order, would you be willing?"
Jazz shrugged. "I'm just saying."
"He's more than happy to," Uriel finished for him. The Lord Sir of the Raven Regiment had nothing to say in reply, so he could only lie down on his chair depressedly. "Who wouldn't be happy to be a normal person without having to worry about being burned at the stake?"
"Fire is the source of light," Sita said.
"As for you. You don't seem to be afraid of fire." Ryan touched his chin. This action was not elegant and noble, but to such an extent, he no longer cared. "There are everyone in the association, but I've been with the Ravens for so long and I haven't seen Sita very often."
Yes, if you continue talking, you will soon realize the identity of our rare compatriot. We had fun watching it. Uriel thought to himself. "Yeyan" doesn't care about Ryan's thoughts and has no expression about it, and he can't blame him for it. In any case, the identity, purpose, and thinking of the little leader of the Byrne Raven Group and the Nightingale from the "Flickering Pond" are so different that they have nothing in common to talk about. And I am like their buffer zone, and I still can’t tell which side it belongs to.
Just then, Uriel heard a small voice. The sound of wind, words, footsteps, or simply an illusion. We've had enough strange happenings tonight.
to the south…
Hallucinations often portend his lack of energy. Since sneaking into the dungeon, Uriel has used psychic vision so many times that even a high-level mystery level cannot afford it. I'm really good at testing my limits.
"Someone broke into the palace." Ye Yan suddenly said, "From the Holy Gate."
"how many people?"
Misfaran glanced at him: "Dozens of people. Many of them are familiar faces to me."
"He succeeded."
"I'm afraid that's the case." Sita sighed, "I really want to see how the undead lord deals with these people. They are unarmed, but they have sharp blades in mind."
"A difficult problem," Uriel commented. As he stood in front of the Monastery of Gaia, he was full of resentment towards the nuns but didn't know how to vent it. To this day, after rescuing those girls, this emotion still wakes him up in his dreams. "But it won't hold him back for too long. I think there is a reason why the Black Knight has controlled Byrne so far. How far can you see at most, Your Excellency?"
"In the past, wherever there was light in the city of Bain, there would be my eyes."
"Let's be realistic." Although the apprentice could use magic to help him, he would not do so. It is true that Misfaran is Tekapo's lover, but as a nightingale sent to the association by Order, he has his own views on things and obviously will not listen to Uriel's arrangements. Maybe he was very curious about the fact that the tower messenger appeared at the association headquarters and became brothers with the devil.
"It's only in the palace now. But you also know that after the undead lord returns to the palace, I can no longer just watch. It's too late for me to hide." Ye Yan shrugged, "Even in his heyday, I will not be his opponent, otherwise We wouldn’t have fallen to this.”….
"Is this hard to realize?" Ryan muttered without knowing anything.
It's rare for you to be sarcastic, Uriel thought to himself. "We will leave as soon as the palace's magic is lifted." He decided.
Mithfaran asked: "Don't you want to find out the whereabouts of the king, Uriel?"
"Well, while it's good for the Order that he's here, personally, I'm afraid he's not as reasonable as you." The King may be far more dangerous than the Black Knight. Uriel had dealt with the latter and had narrowly escaped death many times.
"If I escape, I will remember your help, Uriel. Once. No matter the position. Once. I will never forget it." "Night Flame" Misfaran Sanminer solemnly promised.
In fact, I hope you forget all about it. Uriel thought bitterly. It's best not to mix "Tower Messenger" with
"Secret societies" are linked together and completely forgotten. Thinking that he would inevitably return to Blumnot one day in the future, he felt his scalp numb.
But Uriel simply couldn't do it if he pretended to be deaf and stayed in Byrne.
"As long as no one asks, I will keep the secret for you." Ye Yan continued.
This was a surprise. The apprentice forced a smile: "That's enough, I dared to imagine this in my hallucination. I am grateful to you, Your Excellency."
Ye Yan seemed to have said something, but his voice was too small, weaker than the ubiquitous hallucination, as thin as a breeze. Uriel couldn't help but frown.
...the devil's conspiracy...
I object to disrespecting...the flag, I...
…Honor is a virtue…
He finally felt that the scroll of oath was heating up, and strange power flowed from his palm to his whole body, bringing comfort. what happened? Uriel didn't understand.
"Enspan will give me a raise," Ryan said, seemingly determined to strike up a conversation with the former demon lord and current demon hunter. "I can't work for him in vain, right? Brothers have to settle the score..." He babbled on.
…for the creed…goddess…
oath. Uriel realized. I heard someone reciting an oath from a parchment. But who could it be?
...I swear here, the three gods, oh, okay, all the gods will witness... All races and nations, the Alliance of Order...
"What happened to Ogresel?" Ye Yan's voice came, "Did they completely destroy her?"
This is my responsibility, my burden, my only meaning of life...
The sound gradually became clearer.
This is the destined dawn, from me, from my knights, my faithful and great companions. Victory is ahead, and I vow to dedicate it to order and to the alliance that shed blood in sacrifice. This is what they deserve... Even if Gaia can really hear my words at this moment, I will still say this.
The heat is stirring, accompanied by bursts of buzzing. Uriel closed his eyes, suddenly losing the sense of gravity, and his consciousness was floating. He heard the man repeat it over and over again, declaring victory in a confident tone, as if this was not a pre-war declaration but a post-war outcome. This strong enthusiasm infected him, and the apprentice's whole body became hot, and his heart beat in his chest, as if it was going to break through flesh and blood and be embedded in his bones.
This is the voice of the "victor" during the War of Dawn. Uriel realized. This is Veronka's voice. The voice of a hero. Am I dreaming? He began to struggle, trying to return to reality. ….
At this moment, a hand passed through his side and held him firmly. "We can't stay here any longer." Ryan shouted to "Ye Yan", "He seems to be sick."
"It's the sequelae of using mysterious items." Ye Yan explained, "This is the price he paid. Let him rest for a while. Be quiet."
Uriel could not rest in peace. The whispers in his ears gradually began to talk about trivial matters, as if the two of them were having a conversation. Tell Helen, tell my daughters, I will bring victory to them. Tell them, Mike, they are your family too.
It doesn't matter, just let it be recorded...Last time I made Count Foggin very drunk, and his wife took off my belt, and my face was even redder than hers. Is she your cousin or cousin?
Spare me, the apprentice wanted to scream. There's no need to record dirty jokes in a scroll of oaths. The "Victor" was informal, he had already experienced this in his dream, and he didn't know why the parchment suddenly started to retell it. Maybe after the high ring, the side effects have also been upgraded?
...This is a relic of the gods. I can't say what effect it has. Maybe it just records my words. It's of no use. If I die, future generations will not find it in the realm of order. Of course, it is more likely that I will come back with Wintherspoon's dragon skin and give Farni a new pair of gloves to cover her nails, hoping that next time she will unbutton her buttons more neatly...
"Quiet." Ye Yan said, "What's the matter with you kid? You, Bain, have never stepped outside the city gate in your life? I think so. You little bastards who were born in a good place don't understand anything, you only know Causing trouble to others."
Ryan immediately retorted, his words unclear. Uriel could hear his loud voice but could not understand the words. He suddenly realized that the noise in his mind was accompanied by a strange
Mysterious, causing the words that entered my ears to be blocked and sifted through. I seemed to be listening with tinder.
"Brenken and his accomplices are all Byrns." Mithfaran's voice gradually became more and more subtle. "I dare say that the lords will not support him, not one of them, oh, except me."
"But this move has captured the lifeline of the association - without these fools, the city would have been three times more chaotic. The family that claims to be a noble has many private guards, quite a lot of them! It is only a matter of time before the Holy Gate is opened. . The Black Knight cannot trap everyone here. My single room is too small. When the palace is no longer closed..."
That's when we left. Uriel thought to himself, but he was not sure it would go so smoothly. It is said that the dead have no heart. Maybe he will kill all the Byrne nobles who asked to see the king, and then come back to catch turtles in the urn. In any case, this trip is extremely risky. If we had known better, we would have returned to the secret passage and waited...
Until the end, even the oath of "victor" was vague. His auditory hallucinations became more severe, and syllables that could not form sentences echoed in his mind.
go south
Come here
Uriel couldn't help but look around. Being in a building, it’s hard to know where to go. The night covered most of the consciousness with hearing. The statues, benches and podiums all had only shallow outlines. The gold-embellished cloak hung from Norn's hands, and the tassels stood straight and still.
He suddenly noticed the shadow under the cloak. A stone platform. I've seen it.
"What is that?" the apprentice blurted out, vaguely having an answer in his mind. ….
Hearing this, Ye Yan followed his gaze. The air vibrated carrying his answer, but Uriel heard nothing. Judging from his expression, Misphalan probably didn't think there was a problem there.
Sir Ryan's mouth said "nothing".
At this time, if he continues to regard what he sees and hears as hallucinations, Uriel is no longer worthy of pretending to be an astrologer using spiritual vision. He held his sword in front of him and was about to find out.
...but was stopped by a sudden accident. In just a moment, all the noise disappeared. The human skin on the apprentice's sword was blown by the night wind and floated. "Is this your flag?" someone asked.
"No. I am not an undead." Uriel replied subconsciously, turning towards the source of the sound, and his heart suddenly sank. The visitor undoubtedly heard his taunt. This is broken.
The undead lord appears like a ghost.
A spark ignited, and thick smoke erupted from the human skin. Uriel quickly threw it away. The blue flames instantly rose up and swallowed the thing. The black knight stared at Hui Ji, and the lingering fear around him gradually expanded with the silence. The apprentice held his breath, and our Lord Sir's knees weakened instinctively.
Ye Yan is the calmest. "The Black Knight," he said.
"'Nightlight, Your Excellency." The Black Knight responded with condescending sarcasm. The church is dark, with only the west tower being the source of light.
"You came too quickly. How are those nobles?"
"What else?"
The answer is obvious. The lord brought the chill of death, and the fate of Blenken and others... Uriel could not help but shudder as his imagination came true.
"I thought massacre was the last resort. It would be impossible for anyone else, Lametta, Anlini or even Whitehead, to kill everyone. No matter what, they are the king's people." Ye Yan sighed resignedly, "We I don’t even understand you.”
"Your chief inquisitor is still alive. It just so happens that you all recognize her."
The apprentice recognized only a handful of members of the secret society, but the Inquisitor? Although it goes against the impression, only mysterious creatures can take on this responsibility. He suddenly understood who the Black Knight was referring to.
Uriel's heartbeat was racing. At this moment, in front of His Excellency Ye Yan, he did not dare to mention Hitarian's name. "Where is she?"
"You want to see her, as a tower messenger?"
The apprentice was speechless. In the dream we can talk freely, but now the war has started, what should I say to her?
"I think...I want to help her."
The Black Knight studied him quietly. "How to do it?"
Uriel quickly realized the implications. How to do it. he thought. A strong uneasiness stirred in his stomach, making the apprentice feel uncomfortable all over. What do I want to do? What can I do? Hitarian and Tekapo, she
They are all his friends. People will think I'm doing something wrong...
The Hitarian will hate me. "I don't know how to negotiate, sir." Uriel took a deep breath, "What should I pay if I want to leave safely?"
The undead lord did not answer directly. He turned his head and glanced at his fellow apprentice. If the "night flame" encounters a strong wind, it will dissipate and shrink in the blink of an eye, turning into a little flame and getting into the bottle. If he wanted to kill "Ye Yan", there was no way I could save him.
But the Black Knight throws it to Ryan. "Go away," he ordered.
This means that the two people here except Uriel can leave the palace safely. Ryan received the grace tremblingly, with an expression somewhere between horror and awe. "Yes, my lord."….
After his figure disappeared, the undead lord looked at the apprentice with his flaming eyes: "The tower sent you to spy on us?"
"No, my lord. No," Uriel replied, "I stand here of my own free will."
"The influence that fate exerts on mortals can control you silently."
"My mission has ended. The gods asked me to fight for the creed of the goddess. Now the monks hate me, but they are also afraid of the recurrence of Antuolos' incident." The apprentice gradually calmed down, "I want to thank you for this, sir. "
"You don't understand at all, Uriel. As long as the Sky Tower exists, people will have no free will."
Simply sensational. But when Uriel thought about what happened in Black City, he inevitably hesitated. During the White Night War, the "Witch of Destiny" gave him a means to defend himself and cover up his mysterious whereabouts, but he failed to use it. Later, in the attic of the Ghost Mansion, he had to burn the card to attract the attention of the law wizard Shania, so that his friends in the Oath Keepers Alliance could have time to hold the ceremony.
But it was this move that enabled him to find a piece of the truth about that year in the historical fog of the Black City. The coincidence is difficult to explain, as if it was fate. "Witch of Destiny"...
Your Excellency Helen will never do this. She is equivalent to Roma’s adoptive mother and has good intentions towards us. After all, Uriel thought to himself, wasn't the reason why she sent the card just to protect my safety?
"Your will is worthless in the eyes of the tower," the Black Knight pointed out.
"That's why." Uriel didn't refute, "There's no need for an astrologer to do this. I'm just a high-level person with no abilities. I'm far from your Excellency, Night Flame." Lammons briefly counted on me, but he I just thought I was dying and needed a life-saving straw. "If you had killed Mithfaran long ago, or had not allowed me to enter Bain at all, there would be no way I would be standing here."
It is better to doubt the witch than to doubt the demon lord in front of you. This person's plan is obvious. "But you single-handedly contributed to this outcome." Uriel pointed out, "Espan of the Ravens is a member of the Night's Watch. You used him to arouse fear in the local forces, and ultimately forced them to seek their own death; Zeppe Blenken Being made into human skin, the person behind the scenes is eager to explore the palace and expose himself, which will become strong evidence for you to convince several other lords."
"And Your Excellency Ye Yan. You reveal the news of his survival and the secret passage to the Blenken family, so that they can escape from the control of 'Human Skin', and send people to test, hoping to find a new way out." Uriel tightened his grip. hilt. "Sir Ryan was imprisoned in the dungeon by the night watchman, and the person who asked me to rescue him was Handy Espan. Sir Ryan was forced by the killer and happened to get into the secret passage in the cell."
"You can see clearly." The undead lord admitted.
"You need me here," Uriel said softly, "Why?"
Both sides know the answer well. "You look low on energy," said the Black Knight.
"I must work hard for the next transaction, my lord."
"Calling fire magic also requires consumption. How many times have you seen this?"
He does, Uriel thought. Spiritual vision is not a secret to apprentices, but it will not be publicized everywhere. He suspected that the other party had special information channels. ….
"About thirteen thousand." This was the truthful answer. "My current limit is only this, sir. As for the success rate."
He paused for a moment, "It's hard to define, sir, because I don't know what ending you want."
"The ending you saw
Just what I want. "The Black Knight told him, "I only want one result, and that is the established future."
How arrogant. Knox judged the superiority based on mystery. From this point of view, there are few things in the world that the undead leader in front of him cannot do. Therefore, it would be called arrogant for him... "Anyway, then It's just a dream." Uriel felt his mouth go dry.
"Close your eyes, reality is like a dream." The undead lord drew his sword.
Perhaps just a few minutes ago, the sword was stained red with the blood of the Byrne nobles. Uriel stared at it and thought. Brenken, Vivic, even "Tattoo", "Weird Expert"... were all shattered like paper cages. No one can resist this sword, neither the enemy nor one of our own.
Uriel didn't know why he did this. "You are the undead lord of the starless night."
The Black Knight held his sword quietly.
Only "Night Flame" Sanminna Misfaran escaped. He didn't kill him, not as a way out, but as a bargaining chip. He knew that I would want to save "Yeyan" and leave, not because of his contribution to order, but because Yeyan was Tekapo's missing lover.
Uriel's heart felt cold.
The undead lord looked up at the three statues. Compared with the perfect image of God, he is like a devil in hell. "A lord is not a king."
"People say that the king is missing." Uriel said slowly.
"They are wrong." The undead answered with action. He lifted Norn's cloak, and the tassels swayed and spread on the ground, revealing the strange round platform below. Cracks are densely covered on it, and the moonlight shrouds it evenly...
He could see it, Uriel was sure.
...The mysterious illusion was then lifted. The three gods watched this scene silently. "Gaia" and "Lucia" maintained their original postures, but in the position of the "Otto" sculpture, the color of the metal and stone statue faded, showing the life quality of real flesh and blood.
A man with closed eyes was peeled off from the shell of the statue, revealing his original appearance. Uriel had seen this man in the corridor of the tower. In Qiao Yin's dream, the apprentice also saw the same younger face.
MacAdam von Red Shield, former prince, former emperor of the Aurenia Empire, one of the four saints of the Great Alliance of St. Mirend, and the king of the secret society "Starless Night". He stood among the statues in the temple and seemed to be the same as the gods.
***Hell live. Uriel slid his Adam's apple with difficulty. Who would look at the gods disrespectfully if humans were hidden among the idols? Thirteen thousand dreams are not as good as a glimpse of reality.
The undead lord stared long and hard at the king. After that, he raised his hand and handed Uriel the three-part sword "Bible" that looked like it was made of white bones. "kill him.".
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