Uriel held the weapon for the first time. It is undoubtedly a sharp and cruel weapon, a good sword. In Antoros, the Black Knight used it to decapitate "Tattooed" Jizuk and nearly disembowel him. Had York and Dalton not arrived in time, I would have been dead. It was this sword at that time.
The handle was cold, maybe it was the first time it felt the body temperature of a living person. The apprentice felt a chill running from his arms to his shoulders and straight into his brain. It's just psychological, he told himself. Now that I don't have any friends here, the other party doesn't need any means to kill me. Instead, just by following orders, Mesfaran and I will survive.
"The king is still alive?" he asked.
"I recognize the look of the body. Do it."
The undead lord is already undead, there is no need to question this. But Uriel was unable to make a decision: "Tell me the truth, Lord of the Undead. If the king dies, how will the Association deal with the Alliance of Order? And this sword..."
"It can cut off destiny." The Black Knight asked, "Now you care about the situation of your compatriots?"
"Whatever you think. I want to know the answer." The apprentice told the truth. He had always known that it would not be as easy for people to trust him as he had the "Scroll of Oath".
"Kill him, and the magic in the palace will not disappear. And when the climax of the pressure of order comes, magic and the king will not count. The prophet moves the observation deck in the tower, and spying on Byrne is as easy as strolling through his own back garden. ." The Black Knight said coldly, "You have seen that ceremony, haven't you? People call it the 'Aether Abyss'."
Gods above. Uriel has seen it, the grand ceremony, the surging waves... the consequences are by no means as simple as razing it to the ground. In just one moment, the falling beam of light was like a spear dropped by the gods, the island collapsed, and the colorful clouds howled to form a new vortex. The coordinates were mysteriously penetrated, and the parallel connection was used to drill holes in the borders of order and create holes in the boards.
Maybe not a big wound, but that's for "Binya Io". Those who were still on the island at that time were never seen again.
"That thing can fire continuously." The Black Knight continued to increase the pressure.
What a nightmare. "In my opinion, the association should be dissolved immediately." Uriel said flatly.
As for whether the saint could stop this ritual magic, he had no hope. "Aether's Abyss" is a ritual jointly created by the Tower and the Silence School. In terms of destructive power, it is the limit that the apprentice can imagine.
How could there be such a weapon in the world? Uriel couldn't help but think. The secret society was involved with the devil, and it was initially the fault of the "Twilight Veil". Previously, they were just the original source, not a threat. The ancestors once believed that this talent was proof of the gifts of the gods, but now the mysterious realm is facing a formidable enemy. There must be a reason for this.
"It has nothing to do with you. Take action." Black Knight urged.
But he himself stood motionless, and Uriel could feel the piercing gaze behind him. What will happen if the sword goes down? The apprentice's Adam's apple slipped. After all, why do I have to do it?
The "King" was sleeping on the pedestal, and Uriel was like a young woodcutter preparing to chop down a tree with an axe.
He wanted to close his eyes, but he didn't dare to miss a second. Maybe this is a trap after all. But what's the plan? The Tower Messenger with an uncertain future, the Proverbs Knight far away in the Betrayer's base camp, and the White Master's apprentice with no hope of graduating in this life all sound worthless. Maybe the other party just needs an executioner, but as a demon lord, there are undoubtedly many loyal people who can hold a sword and are willing to eliminate political opponents for him. This matter had nothing to do with me.
What's worse is that the apprentice has more to worry about than traps and the fate of the scapegoat. To take action would mean betrayal - not to the tower or even the order, but to himself. After all, I swore an oath, and this guy was asking me to kill a stranger in order to survive, and the Knight of Proverbs would never do that. No matter how evil his target may seem, Uriel doesn't know him personally. This sword should not have been placed in my hands.
Of course, in the dream, he tried again and again, and everything went smoothly. But even putting these aside, there are risks in this matter: the "king" is a saint after all. The last time Uriel used "spiritual vision" in front of the prophet, the dream showed only an illusion. What if all saints have such ability?
Thoughts and actions are two different things.
"I can't do it." He finally confessed, "I am a Knight of Proverbs, not a killer." Obviously, the other party didn't care who he was, but Uriel still said it. "If you want me to be your dagger, I'm afraid you have to turn me into one of your kind first."
The Black Knight mocked: "I forgot about this. This matter is an insult to your honor. A real dagger does not choose its master."
"Why did you kill him? Tell me the answer."
"You recognize him, don't you?" the black knight asked. "The person lying here seems familiar to you."
"I...I have seen his portrait. In the corridor of the tower." The portraits of the four saints and the "Victors" are the collection of Cloyin Tower. "He was a hero, but..."
"...but betrayed the order and surrendered?" Undead continued. His voice had no warmth.
"Destiny made him born as an unknown person." Chu Yuan. The ancestors called it the original source. "After the Dawn War, order began to purge traitors, and even saints were not spared."
What's more, Uriel thought, we are not just betraying. The Ravens swear by it, and the Night's Watch identifies its kind, proving that the Nameless One can indeed suddenly lose control and turn into a demon. Before coming to Byrne, he would never have believed such a thing existed. It seems that the unstable fire puts the nameless people at great risk. No wonder mortals easily accept the lie that "nameless people" are equal to "devils".
Bain is a gathering place for the nameless ones, and there are still night watchmen to maintain order. But once the saints lose control... Could it be that the prophet and other saints created the "Abyss of Ether" to prepare for that day?
"This is a secondary reason." The Black Knight said.
He suddenly withdrew his gaze, his soul flame beating slightly. Even though the undead lord was unarmed, his arms hanging silently at his sides, the aura of fear remained with him. "McAdam is the emperor of Aurenia. As long as he is alive, there will be no peace in the mysterious realm."
"Orenia has long been destroyed."
"And the royal family is still there." The black knight narrowed his eyes, "The evil dragon destroyed the empire, but the emperor's bloodline continued. The Grand Alliance established a new system and new rules. These powers should belong to the emperor and his descendants. In Austria Renya serves the imperial power in a mysterious way, and her status is given by the royal family, rather than based on the degree of mystery. A great noble with more than ten thousand people may also be a mortal, and a famous hero and master is just a commoner."
Regardless of mortal heroes, everyone has his own victory. Uriel completely understands. In the outside world, he lives in such an environment and doesn't think there is any problem.
The apprentice had to admit that the inertia of life made him not expect this level. "So the real target of the saints is the king!" Fighting against secret societies is just incidental. "That's it. The Seven Pillars are the incarnation of the Great Alliance of St. Mirend after the split. Naturally, they don't want the imperial power to be restored."
He suddenly noticed the weight of the weapon in his hand. The king is the fulcrum of order's unyielding target. Even if this person is alive, this appearance will probably not be able to turn the tide of the war. Before falling asleep, "Starless Night" was just lingering under the oppression of order, not to mention the risk of turning into a demon. ...Now as long as the sword is raised and lowered, order will be able to get rid of an unstable factor, and the intensity of the war will also be reduced.
Even associations may see a turn for the better. After all, a secret society that has lost its king is no more affected by order than scabies. Even the mortal kingdom can assemble a team and turn the small society into a loser. As long as they are weak enough, the Seven Fulcrums will not pay attention, and people like Shitarian, Worrell and Wren can survive...
However, Uriel knew that this was just the best imagination. Without the protection of the association, the hunters will burn the unknown to ashes. How can we expect compassion from others? Not everyone is Gaia. Doing so is tantamount to surrender. In a battle for survival, surrender equals death.
At this moment, the fate of countless people seems to hang in the hands of one person, and my position seems to have an impact on the situation and the direction of the world. Uriel almost laughed at the absurdity of it. How could I have such thoughts? Gods forgive me.
"You haven't answered me yet, my lord." He forced himself to resist fear and asked: "You are the lord of the Nameless One, aren't you? It will not be good for you if the king is killed. Are you also afraid of the empire's reappearance? The most important thing is Yes, why do you have to do it for me?"
The Black Knight studied him. "You have too many questions."
"There are very few compared to the doubts." As long as he responds, even if he lies, the apprentice can deduce the truth in reverse.
"I've heard enough," the undead lord said. The pinprick-like feeling of threat gradually grew, Uriel's heart beat like a drum, and the air in his lungs became viscous due to depression, as if filled with gel. He struggled to catch his breath, feeling that something terrible was about to happen.
The black iron boots took a step closer, as if death was getting closer. "You are the Knight of Proverbs and have your own ideas, but I'm not sure what the body of the Knight of Proverbs will think. It may be happy to obey."
The fire born from the corpse is a completely new individual. "This is not what I should do."
"Do it." Black Knight ordered.
Uriel stretched out his hand, meaning you have to decide what to do, and I can't stop him anyway.
The will-o'-the-wisp was behind me, and the chill penetrated my bones. Fighting seemed inevitable. The next moment, when he was almost about to turn around and attack, a strange voice appeared: "He didn't dare to come in person, precisely because the king's natural power is also an oath."
Uriel was startled. Who is speaking? He quickly looked around the church, but couldn't find anyone. I never saw him show up! The dream went awry again.
The most terrifying thing was that when he turned his attention to the black knight, he found that the latter did not move at all. Based on the apprentice's understanding of the lord, the person who broke into the palace at this moment was either one of his men or an uninvited guest.
The long-lost king of the Association is right in front of him, and even the lord cannot leak this matter. Uriel preferred the latter. Then referring to the fate of Noble Byrne, this guy is definitely not within the scope of his mercy, but the Black Knight did not take action. The apprentice doubted that he could find the enemy either.
"The oath binds mortals. The king has both noble blood and the power of the 'original' given to him by the gods. He is born to be a ruler. Before the empire died, everyone swore loyalty to him. This oath is undoubtedly effective. It's powerful." The person told the story, his voice was erratic.
Uriel glanced at the undead lord and asked into the air: "Who are you?"
"The person who solves mysteries for you." The other party said calmly. "Please be quiet, Master Messenger. This is your responsibility, so I hope you understand your own importance."
So what if you understand? In front of the demon lord, nothing depends on me. The apprentice shut his mouth.
The Black Knight remained silent, but anyone could feel his built-up anger.
Only the invisible guy continued to speak: "However, the evil dragon and her hell army changed Knox. The immortal empire collapsed and disintegrated, the ancient crown fell into the dust, and the cabinet was dissolved. And the princes of the empire - the blue cone collar, the turquoise collar , Qingjin Castle, Blackwood County...all became a country without a master."
"Only the oaths are still maintained, consolidating the status of the emperor and his subjects. Cloyin Tower, Mercury Temple, Judgment Agency, Silver Song Knights." Every time he read a name, the pressure in the temple became heavier. point. "Under the mysterious oath, their loyalty cannot change until the end of the world. At that time, it is equivalent to an eternal oath."
"However, the moment of destiny has arrived. After the collapse of Aurenia, Nox ushered in the end under the threat of the evil dragon."
"Later generations will call it the War of Dawn." The visitor said with emotion, "But for us, it was a battle for survival. On the eve of the war, Alanwo fell first, followed by the Sea of Songs, the Blue Forest, and The 'House of the Legend' and even the Glitter Pool were polluted. It all happened so quickly. By the time the warning from the prophet was brought to the Emperor's desk by the cabinet, the northwest corner of Peniaio had fallen."
Uriel knew what happened next. Aurenia could not stand still. MacAdam led the Empire against the demons, but he failed and the Empire died. The whole of Knox seemed to be coming to an end.
"...People are retreating steadily, and the devil is spreading to every corner of Binya Io like a disease, causing the situation to fall into a vicious cycle. Countless people died in the struggle, and more people died insignificantly. The judicial authority and the Mercury Temple were disbanded one after another, leaving only the Silver Song Knights struggling to support the Imperial Legion."
"These are just humans. The remnants of Alanvor fled to the north, and some of them crossed the inner sea of the earth and hid in the underground world. In the Forest of Cang, these weak vassals can only sit and watch the forests and mountains being burned by the devil's fire. Silver Stone Valley Fei Countless dragons were born, but they could only become the bones at the feet of the evil dragon."
"At this time, the winner appears?" Uriel asked.
"Don't believe it. Among the losers, there are always heroes who stand out, turn the tide and become the savior. Otherwise, you and I might be living in the devil's territory now, with magma flowing in our veins." The visitor laughed.
"The tower records history. I believe this is more than just a story." Even in the outside world, there are stories of evil dragons appearing and heroes slaying dragons.
The other person snorted. "In short, for this victory of saving the world, the saint once swore to the winner that he would never be his enemy for the rest of his life."
Uriel caught the key: "Oath?"
After a brief heartbeat-like silence, the visitor said: "The ancient covenant, the noble oath, was personally witnessed by the gods. People were originally willing to practice it, because Veronka was invincible and was the enemy of 'victory', so he was not a loser. What is it again?"
"Until later, the great leader of the Great Confederacy of St. Mirende passed away. Death finally defeated him."
"Death is a new beginning." The Black Knight said.
"The flesh and blood dies, the soul is extinguished, but the oath has not disappeared." The visitor replied, "No matter what kind of oath it is."
"The king and the victor, their oaths still exist?" asked the apprentice. "People are loyal to the king and are not enemies of the victor. Is that true?"
"Of course not." The visitor laughed, "You discovered it, didn't you? This is a contradictory oath: If the saint was not an enemy of Veronka, how did he die? If the Silver Song Knight was loyal to the emperor, the winner How did you establish the Grand Alliance?"
Unless the contract partner takes the initiative to terminate it, Uriel thought, but this is impossible. In times of peace, rulers would resort to butchering to consolidate their power. The situation was critical that year, the empire collapsed, and the crown lost its effectiveness overnight. As the emperor, MacAdam must have been deeply disturbed. "Victor" Vilonka was his sister's husband and they had a close relationship with each other. However, before becoming emperor, he had killed his own brother for inheritance.
It is a fantasy to expect such a person to give up power. Uriel shuddered, "You don't know how to talk about the Scroll of Oath..."
"A thousand years ago, people called it the 'Covenant of St. Milende.'" The visitor told him, "Obviously, Veronca got it and used it to break his oath to the emperor."
Covenant of St. Mirand. Uriel couldn't help but caress the parchment scroll, as if he could feel the glorious history it carried. In the outside world, the Scroll of Oath is just a token of the Gaia Church's inaugural Cross Knight, and it is a recognition given to the clergy. But in Knox, after possessing the mysterious aura, it becomes nobler, more dazzling, heavier, and more... distant. Sometimes holding it in his hand, Uriel instinctively wants to get rid of this responsibility that he cannot bear. After all, it had rejected me.
"Maybe." The apprentice said slowly, "Maybe the emperor understands the situation clearly. Only by supporting the winner can Knox be saved. Standing still will only lead to death."
"Many important people do have this problem, thinking that their wealth and life are more important than anything else. Our Emperor is one of them." The uninvited guest agreed, "But you are talking about things during war. When the crisis is over, peace comes. , things will change. Many things. For example, a former emperor who voluntarily gave up his ruling power is now one of the four saints of the Grand Alliance of Saint Mirend. People will undoubtedly be grateful for his wise actions and admire him He has a deep understanding of justice and doubts whether he has evil intentions."
It's just suspicion. Suspicion can be a warning of crisis or a harbinger of disaster. Does "The King" claim his lost crown? Uriel couldn't help but look at the temple. This is the Trinitarian Church of the Ancestors, with Aurenian architectural style everywhere. "Even if he swears, people have trouble trusting him."
"The ancestors believed that Chu Yuan's oath was ineffective because the gods favored them and gave them privileges." The visitor told him, "And your Majesty is Chu Yuan."
It has nothing to do with the oath. Uriel had sworn an oath, and he could feel the precepts of the oath attached to him. The gods would not grant privileges to anyone, and as rumors spread, it must be some unknown person with a special talent who left a deep impression on others. Now in the occult field, don’t people think I’m an astrologer?
After all, MacAdam's break with the order is an inevitable development in peacetime. But if he had not left, Uriel thought, perhaps the unknown person's situation would be very different from what it is now. The seven-point demon-hunting movement was not only caused by the "Twilight Veil", but also by a saint who was the previous emperor. No wonder both sides are fighting to the death.
Thinking about it this way, the death of the winner may also be related to the king. Uriel couldn't help but glance at the Black Knight.
"Next, it's time for you to give me an answer." The visitor declared, "I didn't expect it would be you, Lord of the Undead. You closed the palace privately and imprisoned His Majesty. I can't tell you what your plan is."
"Then you are too stupid." The undead lord responded.
"As an undead, it is obvious that you have forgotten all the virtues you had in life, including loyalty." The visitor said coldly, "Your Majesty trusted you, but in exchange for betrayal. What did the order give you, amnesty?"
"Guess slowly, human skin." The black knight suddenly turned around and looked at the apprentice. "Keep your stuff safe," he said.
Yuri suddenly had a bad feeling.
But it's too late to run now. He instinctively took a step back. Suddenly his shoulders felt cold and blood oozed, but his attacker was nowhere to be seen.
If not for this step, my throat would have been cut. In an instant, the apprentice realized that he was facing an invisible and superb assassin. He ignored the wound and raised his sword in front of the "king". A layer of divine magic light enveloped the whole body. "Be careful." He warned, "I will take action before I die."
"You have no chance," the assassin told him.
But he's still alive, which says a lot. Uriel looked around and thought nervously. The Black Knight called the opponent "Human Skin". "Zeppe Blenken" appeared in the palace earlier and left behind an evil human skin after his death. It was probably this person's handiwork.
Based on this, the apprentice speculated that his purpose was the king.
But the threat was a temporary measure, and Uriel was not completely sure. Most of the opponents are from the Sky Realm, so they can assassinate frequently under the eyes of the demon lord. He once again tried to use his "spiritual vision" to predict the enemy's location, and the result was as expected. The enemy's whereabouts were as unpredictable as when they came, and they could even avoid dream predictions. I can't even see his shadow, how should I deal with it? This is broken.
The second attack occurred two yards away.
With a "clang" sound, the black knight raised his hand to hold the invisible blade, and sparks flew out of the iron glove. He raised his other hand and grabbed it forward. The assassin immediately retracted his weapon and disappeared again. The undead knight's fire couldn't help flashing, but he took a defensive posture.
He couldn't find the assassin. Uriel confirmed.
Slight laughter sounded, as if coming from all directions. Uriel tensed his nerves and tried to use all the detection magic he had ever seen to detect, but all failed. After all, this is an enemy that even "spiritual vision" cannot see. If he hadn't been too close to the "King", he might have died in an unknown way. What exactly is the method?
"Sad resistance. But don't worry. After all, you are the second master chosen by the Covenant of St. Milende, and you are essentially different from the traitor. I will write a poem for you after you die."
His target was me. The apprentice couldn't help but hold on to the hilt of the sword with all his strength. No threat can be seen, touched or even felt. Uriel was under the strong protection of divine magic, but he felt that he was not alone, and anxiety arose spontaneously.
Where will the next blow come from? Somehow, he felt that the other party was aiming at the arm holding the sword. This person showed up to protect the "King"...
The blade poked out from the void, slashed from bottom to top, bringing up blood. Uriel groaned and turned sideways quickly. The leather armor on his chest "clicked" and a wound suddenly opened, and the magical barrier was cut open first. He tried his best to guess the assassin's position, but the sword flash was too fast and there was no warning. The moment he discovered the enemy, his hand was broken at the wrist, and he flew out of the range of the magic with the "Bible" and fell at the king's feet.
Uriel broke into a cold sweat as severe pain hit him. He instinctively pressed his wrist with his left hand and dodged aside. Immediately afterwards, he heard the sound of smashing stone bricks in his ears. He looked back and found that it was indeed the one under his feet.
Before the apprentice got up, the black knight took aim almost at the same time as the assassin. He grabbed Lucia's sun disk sculpture and threw it whole against the stone bricks. The surrounding ground was hollowed and cracked, and the front seats suffered damage as well, but the blow was in vain. The assassin made no sound and slashed into the black knight's armor with his backhand, making a harsh friction sound from the steel.
The undead lord retreated slightly, and the weapon hit the armor, making a clanging sound. The assassin appears and disappears, he acts like a prophet who predicts the future, and he strikes first and cuts off the sharp blade. Under the mysterious effect, although he could not catch the enemy, the Cross Knight's standard equipment also made the enemy helpless.
The two sides fought dozens of times in the blink of an eye, and the undead turned his head to pass the blade, revealing the eye slits of his mask. Uriel had been his opponent before, and he could see his intentions immediately. The assassin was indeed fooled and subconsciously stabbed the only part of his body that was not covered by armor.
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The black knight reached out with lightning speed, unscrewed the dagger, and the arm that groped the enemy's body backward passed through the air without any hindrance. The apprentice didn't hesitate at all, turned around and pounced on the "King".
His cheeks stung without warning, and his eyelids were heavy and closed, covered with warm, bright red liquid. Uriel was well prepared. He raised his head as hard as he could, twisted to one side, and turned a sharp corner in front of the base of the statue.
The black knight waved his hand, and the dagger burst out with a cold light under the mysterious blessing. It passed behind the apprentice and hit an invisible obstacle in mid-air. The assassin had no time to retreat and used his second dagger to block the attack. Suddenly, a small piece of the chopped off tip shot out into the air.
Maybe he didn't dare to move away, Uriel realized. "King!" he shouted loudly.
The Black Knight turned. In an instant, the scratching sound suddenly intensified, and the invisible sharp blade penetrated the armor, leaving scars. However, the undead turned a blind eye and swung the magic sword to envelop the three gods.
"Are you crazy?" the assassin yelled. The blade tore open the shoulder armor of the undead lord, as if he had forgotten that his opponent was a painless and senseless undead.
When he finally regained his senses, he simply changed his stabbing to a collision, interfering with the Black Knight's sword swing. The undead's knife was crooked, and the magic light cut off a corner of the stone platform, knocking the "Bible" away again.
This strike was no bluff. The assassin was probably startled. "How dare you point a knife at the king?" he cried in disbelief.
"You have no idea what I dare to do," the Black Knight replied. Just by listening to his tone, you would never be able to tell that he was lying. Uriel also relied on the power of the "Scroll of Oath" to detect it.
"A complete desperado." The assassin commented coldly, "His Majesty accepted you, which was really his biggest mistake. Taking office as the King of the Dead Sea is a lesson learned from the past. Supporting traitors will only lead to betrayal. The king should drive you away. I am becoming more and more curious about your true face, Lord of the Undead."
"Who do you think you are if you still want to pursue the truth in human skin?"
"Curse, Oathbreaker. You will die here today, a wake-up call to the king. You are just like Nacita, aren't you? A lackey of the Seven Pillars."
The undead glanced behind him contemptuously. "If you are really a member of the association, you should know that everyone here is a traitor. Don't think you are so noble." He suddenly raised his hand and waved, and the sword light roared towards the "King" on the pedestal. , making a harsh scratching sound.
The king was right behind him, and the assassin did not dare to dodge. He was forced to take the blow head-on, and was already beyond his power. His foot slipped, and his whole body was knocked back. A knocking sound was heard in the temple, and the sword light was slightly deflected, but the power remained unabated. In the blink of an eye, a scar appeared on McAdam's face, with bright red blood oozing out.
But at the same time, a terrifying sizzling sound came from under the Black Knight's breastplate. The steel seemed to be roasted by the high temperature, becoming red and soft in an instant, as if the inside had become a lit furnace. He lowered his head without saying a word, but the ghostly soul flame in his eyes dimmed and beat weakly.
He was hurt, Uriel realized. As an undead, the Undead Lord is able to ignore most injuries, but this wound...
It can only be a contract. There was a pact between the Nameless One lord and the king. This is the punishment for breaking an oath. Just scratching the king's skin would result in such severe sanctions. It seems that the contract signed by the two parties is not as reasonable as the Seven Pivot Points.
Thinking of how he almost took "Ye Yan" out of the palace earlier, this would be the same as killing him. Uriel was immediately frightened. Thanks to him for waking up in time and reminding me to terminate the contract.
The human-skin assassin pretended to be Zeppe Blenken and invited Ye Yan to leave the palace. He must have had uneasy intentions. This guy is so desperate to protect the king, either he is die-hard loyal to the king, or he is afraid of the binding force of the oath. He thought that the Black Knight had the same tacit understanding, but it turned out that this undead soul who had died once was challenging the oath.
Hell, he'd already done it. Uriel groaned secretly. I don’t know how the Black Knight circumvented the contract and let the king sleep in the statue. Now he is even more determined to take his life.
It is obvious that the conflict between the two parties is a struggle for power. Uriel hoped that they would fight to the death so that he could escape.
...It's just a luxury. The Scroll of Oath can dissolve the contract, and the palace is even sealed by magic. After the Black Knight lured him here, Uriel lost his way out. Before the black knight could compete with the guard, he could only protect himself as much as possible.
He took the opportunity to slip into the shadow and get close to the "Bible". But at this moment, the three swords suddenly slid away out of thin air, as if they had been kicked away. Uriel's heart sank, but he could only avoid the sharp blade that came from nowhere.
What followed was a battle he would never forget: the apprentice dodged left and right, randomly guessed the enemy's possible movements, and kept changing positions without any rules. He tried his best to move with consciousness rather than instinct, dodging in counterintuitive directions, and finally avoided the fatal part.
The wounds kept increasing. The blood loss made him dizzy, and he quickly used magic to relieve it. Uriel did not dare to approach the base of the "statue" and had to retreat to the seat. Intense fatigue surged through his limbs like a tide, slowing down his pace.
On the other side, the black knight threw away the dagger and leaned over to pick up the sword. The assassin gave up on his apprentice again and turned to attack the undead lord. The battle between them was more dangerous, with swords blazing, mysterious collisions, and movements too fast for Uriel to see clearly. Only then did he realize that he had special value as the holder of the parchment, and that the assassin had not actually killed him.
I've had enough. he thought as he gasped. There is no way for the apprentice to intervene in the battle in the Sky Realm. Not to mention that at this moment, his physical strength and energy are approaching the limit. Although the magic power is flowing continuously, it is difficult to boost his spirit. The only thing Uriel can barely maintain now is the magic for healing. He failed to grab the "Bible" but regained his hand, but the severed limb pressed against the wound, causing even more pain than before. He really wished he had a dose of "cicada slough" before his eyes.
It's over soon. Uriel was in a daze and just wanted to fall down and rest. It doesn’t matter who the hell wins, just give me a good time.
The truth was not what he wanted. The battle between the assassin and the black knight was indistinguishable, and the movements of both sides gradually became more and more rapid. Uriel has realized that they are actually fighting for the "Bible" that he was forced to let go.
The Black Knight handed the sword to me, probably just as a bait to make the "human skin" assassin relax his vigilance. After all, the apprentice is not in the sky yet, and the "Bible" in his hand cannot threaten the demon lord. However, it turns out that this is really a stupid move. When the assassin gets the three swords, he can cut through the armor at will and cut everyone including the Black Knight into pieces...
An idea flashed through my mind.
Hitarian, I can't find her location. Uriel remembered. This means that the "Confessions" is not in her hands.
...The Black Knight also has a Bible in his hand!
