The assassin grasped the hilt of the "Bible" and let it disappear into the air. His mysterious power allows him to completely cover up clothes and weapons, and eliminate smells, temperatures, sounds, and even mysterious traces. Maybe this is not just "covering up", because even if he is sure to be right in front of him, people can't touch him at all.
Whether this is his nameless talent or the magic of some special profession, the truth is unknown. Uriel had never heard of such a person. However, since he can move around with the help of a piece of human skin, hiding his identity is no longer difficult. People will think who he is if he wears his skin. As expected, even if you see his true face, you are unlikely to recognize him.
But the Black Knight is not one of them.
He must know about this guy's existence, the apprentice can see it clearly. He knew that someone was against him, but he couldn't touch or see it, so he deliberately used the Bible to set a trap. Decoy is the best strategy when dealing with invisible enemies. This move was very successful. Uriel watched as the assassin broke into the hunter's cage like a bird stealing food.
"A sharp sword." The assassin commented, walking calmly towards the undead with his newly acquired weapon. "Just for killing traitors." He raised the sword high, but the target looked ignorant. "This is a weapon of judgment."
... With a "Kacha" sound, the sword blade was firmly stuck in the air, and the iron glove grabbed the arm holding the sword - for some unknown reason, it did not pass through the air this time - and twisted it for a week. The sound of bones breaking was accompanied by wails. The opponent struggled hard, but it was too late.
The black knight took the sword and waved it with his backhand, causing the assassin's head to fall off. "This is a trial of arms."
Life and death can be decided in a moment.
It's over, Uriel thought to himself, the undead lord is the final winner, and even the king's loyal men can't resist. He stood there resigned to his fate.
Dalton would never fall for such a trap, and the apprentice couldn't help but think of a friend. Drow poison and curse their swords, so they are always wary of other people's weapons. But assassins are not drow. After dying, his body did not turn into human skin, but lost the mysterious power of invisibility and revealed a human appearance. The man was between middle-aged and old, with a thin body and soft and slender hands. He fell to his knees in a pool of blood, the eyes on his head were wide open, and his face looked confused.
Maybe he never knew until his death how he was caught. Uriel looked at him pityingly.
The monster in human skin is undoubtedly a conspirator who knows many secrets and can use this to secretly stir up the situation in Bayern City and provoke conflicts between different forces. But there is still some information that will never be leaked unless it is involved - for example, there is a telepathy between the holders of the Bible, which is enough to determine the target location.
He reached for the sword and lost his life in doing so.
It seems that this is the reason why the Black Knight gave me the "Bible". The apprentice thought to himself. As a wrapping paper, I am more fragile than the undead knight himself, which inadvertently encourages people to think about the Bible. If the Black Knight threw the sword himself, the assassin would most likely become suspicious. That's what I think it is.
But figuring things out wouldn't help him. After the assassin's death, Uriel was left to face this dangerous enemy. How can I defeat him?
"Get up." The black knight said. After a shuddering creaking sound, the assassin's headless body stood up unsteadily, its feet awkwardly supporting the weight.
Uriel frowned in displeasure. The resurrection of the dead was always a bad omen, and right now, his enemies had doubled in an instant. However, the undead lord is an undead spirit, and the corpse is his kind... After the fire is extinguished, the body belongs to him.
At this time, the assassin had found his own head and put it comically under his arm. As he approached the lord, Uriel immediately backed away, putting some distance between himself and him. This guy actually made the apprentice wary.
This doesn't feel right. Yuri noticed immediately. The incident that mistakenly entered Knox from the outside world and made him realize the mysterious realm for the first time was caused by the Necromancer. Corpses and undead creatures are the true starting point of his mysterious path. It stands to reason that the "human skin" assassins after death are no longer the killers of the Sky Realm, but new fires born from the corpses. They can be regarded as new individuals. They are often weak and sluggish, without wisdom, and at most have some instincts, but this... …
"What's going on?" The assassin said in his arms, his tone was completely different from that of a "newborn baby". "Hell, how could you find out...? It's that sword, isn't it? You did something to it."
He even remembers the way he died. Uriel thought to himself. Can the newly born undead speak? Or is it the information left in the body? Some nightingales who are proficient in the art of transformation are able to read memories by changing their bodies, thereby obtaining information about their targets. "Human Skin" is obviously the master of nightingales.
The black knight stared at the new born kind with an uncertain look. "Oh it's you."
"What do you mean, you recognize me? I'm afraid most of my old acquaintances won't survive until now." The assassin paused, "Oh, I almost forgot, you died earlier than me, you were just a corpse. It's really interesting, I still remember a lot Did the same happen to you during your lifetime?"
Uriel caught the words. Remember what happened before you were alive, before you were alive. His heart suddenly beat violently. If all this is true, then the assassin is not a new undead. In a sense, the person standing here holding his head and talking is him.
"You still want to ask questions, loser?" Black Knight asked, "It seems you haven't changed at all."
"Luring the enemy deep, this move is very beautiful." The assassin was quite calm, "I am not a warrior, and everyone who knows me knows this. On the contrary, it is really unfair that your corpse is good at martial arts. Tell me , is this an experience you gained after death, or a lesson learned during your lifetime?”
"Guess." The Black Knight had no intention of answering, "At least you still have a chance to learn the lesson."
"No matter what, you win, Black Knight. You take my life and give me relief at the same time."
"Don't be too quick to thank me, Sticks. Relief won't be easy."
After being told his name, the assassin's bloody face twitched slightly. He held his chest, as if feeling it. "Yes, I am still the king's man." Stix sneered, and his calmness was gone. "It's an honor. Damn it, tell me why, you bastard! Why, eh? From Gavash to Byrne, kings hand over power, but they can't satisfy your appetite. The undead want a ragtag society that is about to dissolve. What? What on earth are you thinking?"
The Black Knight didn't answer.
"Starless Night hasn't been disbanded yet." Uriel couldn't help but say.
"Without the king, the association will inevitably be destroyed." The assassin told him, "On the contrary, as long as His Majesty the King is alive, those mortals will have as many as they want. You are putting the cart before the horse."
"The king is the goal of the Seven Pivots."
"It is also the secret society's only protective umbrella." The head of the assassin known as Styx pointed out. "He has not turned into a demon and can continue to protect the association. You are undoubtedly seeking your own death by attacking him."
Don't take me with you. Uriel thought to himself. In this matter, I have always just obeyed orders. He couldn't help but worry about having to face the threat of the Black Knight again soon.
"I asked them." The undead lord said.
Stix frowned: "Who?"
"Everyone. Lords, mortals, enemies. This is a democratic decision."
The assassin was dumbfounded. "How interesting. What, you need their opinion? You have no judgment of your own?"
"Some people want to escape, and some people are eager to join the war. Thousands of years ago, the same was true in the Veil of Dusk. Aurenia's iron hooves set foot on the territory of southern Alanvor, and secret societies hid everywhere. Nadia insisted on going her own way, trusting a handful Sword, counting on it to lead her people to a place of peace."
Uriel opened his eyes wide. Unlike the assassin, he had seen "Nedia" in his mentor's dream. This person was an Alanwo elf. She was the president of the "Twilight Veil" during the Ancestors period. The apprentice also asked her about the whereabouts of the Silver Song Knight.
"Doesn't sound like a smart move," Stix commented.
"There are even more stupid things. Someone once listened to the words of mortals, gathered everyone's opinions, and juxtaposed them with the guidance of the gods. In the end, she was ousted by the people and became a defeated sinner and went into exile." The Black Knight said dullly , "It shows that compromise is of no use to mortals or to war. Only the victor has the last laugh."
“Without a king, what’s victory?”
"No dog will starve to death without a master," the Black Knight responded bitterly. The undead had no scruples, and even scolded himself for a moment. "Stop pretending to care about victory and the king, Stix, I know who you are. Even the tower messenger cares about Byrne's life and death more than you do."
"Really? I don't know." The assassin narrowed his eyes, "But maybe you know me better than I thought, and you can indeed be called an old acquaintance... I am actually quite popular in hell. A strange thing, eh? I am a Star? I wrote many books during my lifetime..."
"Not first. You and your utterly vulgar poetry should have gone to hell long ago, and people are welcoming you."
Stix's head began to grind its teeth. "It seems that we paid too little attention to Gavash, which is a major mistake." He took half a step back, "I didn't expect that the dead also care about the authority of the living world. As far as I know, whether it is the Demon Princess, or Ruthven of Susheng and Bertrand of Curse are all idle and undisciplined people, unlike you. The nameless one, the undead, the cross-armored blasphemer, you are truly an alien in every aspect."
The undead lord was unmoved by his provocation.
"Perhaps this can explain your behavior: you have found the covenant of St. Milende long ago, but you would rather imprison the king than take action yourself. The contract is on the one hand, and on the other hand." Stix smiled. "Strange, are you actually planning to save this city? It's really unexpected. Lord of the Undead, people call you the Black Knight, and their understanding of you is only superficial. Are you an idealist or a conspirator? After all, who are you? who is it?"
Uriel also perked up his ears. There are countless mysteries hidden in Byrne's palace: the sleeping King MacAdam, the invisible assassin Styx who protects him, and the undead lord who intends to overthrow his throne. From imprisoning the king to drawing out the assassins from the dark, this undead knight stirred up all the whirlpools. His motives may well be the key to solving the mystery.
"Since the dead have no concern for the living," said the Black Knight, "then you don't need to know the answer."
"I just moved my head, not that I don't have a brain." The assassin didn't give in. "You can't give me relief, and you don't want to tell me the answer. Black Knight, everything will not go as you want."
"Let's see, bard." The black knight turned around and faced the apprentice. "Neither keys nor surrender can save the situation, Uriel. You know that. You have a choice, and that's enough."
Again he threw the Bible to the apprentice. It was inserted into the ground, right in front of Uriel's toes. When he lowered his head to look, the hilt of the sword trembled.
...It was once obtained by Nadia, the president of Twilight Veil, and she called it a "key."
...The scroll of oath lies quietly in the pocket. It once untied the allegiance contract between the "Victors" and others to MacAdam and re-established the order of the alliance, which is called the "Covenant of St. Mirend".
One is hope and freedom, the other is agreement and shackles. Uriel didn't touch it. "Is this a testimonial, sir? Is this the only way I can get out of Byrne's palace alive?"
"If you want to leave, it won't affect your life or death. I can do this."
"That's true." Assassin Stix bowed mockingly, making a "please" gesture with his head.
Is that still me? Uriel couldn't laugh. There's something very wrong with this guy. The apprentice can tell. It is impossible for ordinary undead to retain the personality and memories of their lifetime... Some memories may be stored by the body, but the soul will never. After the fire is extinguished, the consciousness of the symbolic individual also disappears, and only the remains are rekindled. Corpses are like trees bearing fruit, the germination of new souls with a new destiny. However, this assassin...
He's dead, Uriel thought. Moving his head would make it difficult not to die, but the inactivation of his body did not extinguish his soul fire. There must be something—some evil means, such as necromancy, soul-returning curses, and the like—that cuts off the connection between the two. Thinking about it carefully, although there are very few souls of mysterious creatures that have lost their bodies, it is not that I have never seen them before.
Uriel received the orthodox inheritance education of the seven pivots of the mysterious field and knew the common sense related to fire. At this time, it seems that the authority is not necessarily the same: it is said that the mysterious person cannot become a ghost after death, but haven't people also said that the talent of the unknown person has no professional limit, and it is possible to cast any mystery?
However, if this could dispel the fear of death in living beings, people would have imitated the Sita clan long ago. There are many people in the world who are dissatisfied with their lives, but only a small number are willing to give up their lives. Uriel was certainly not one of them. Death is the worst outcome. The dead will lose all the rights of the living and will be companions with the ashes, bones and silence of Gavash from now on. Tell the truth? Maybe I just don't want to use my head as a hat.
The most important thing is that the title of Undead Lord says it all. Styx, who "resurrected from the dead", is now under his control.
The apprentice could only look at his target: old, calm, and majestic. This is MacAdam, the Holy One himself. He has the manners of the prince in the dream. Although he has more wrinkles and scars, he is more regal.
This king had been emperor, had murdered his father and brother, and had Parsur cornered. He was once the attendant of "Victor" Veronka, and he also promoted Qiao Yin to join the ranks of the Silver Song Knights. He was gifted with a "contract" that ensured loyalty and was born to rule.
He was betrayed and was about to die.
What would I do? Uriel wanted to know too. It would be unrealistic to say that he has never thought of killing someone. In the final analysis, Uriel is just an ordinary person, and McAdam is only a stranger to him. This person's honor and achievements are just a passing thought to visitors from the outside world, but the crisis of the secret society is related to the fate of his loved ones.
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Yes, I love them. Uriel thought to himself. Out of pity, out of vanity for the goddess' mission, and out of human morality, I want to protect them. The unknown should not be burned to death for no reason. If the war between the Seven Fulcrums and the King is an internal fight, seeking revenge, and a battle for political power, and is still within the tolerance of civilization, then the massacre of the nameless people is outright evil. I do everything in my power to prevent evil from happening, and that is definitely the right way to go.
And McAdam is also unknown, shouldn’t I include him? The king protected the association. He is not my enemy, at least not now.
Then there is only escape. Uriel knew that the Black Knight was staring at him from behind. Ordinary magic could not escape the search of Sky Realm, so he had to find another way.
The church fell into silence for a moment. Stix stared closely at the Undead Knight, who was just swept by the flames quietly. Behind them, the "god" was slain while sleeping.
"What are you afraid of, Black Knight?" the assassin said, "Conspiracy is your honor, there is no need to give it to others."
"Human heads are not my medal."
Sticks shrugged. "Yes. Death is. You and I are pawns in his hands. This kind of life really has no end. I think you are right, this world is the real hell... I will leave first before you, no. Lord of the Dead. If the gods had eyes, you too would die one day."
Uriel frowned at him, not understanding what he meant.
"Boy, what are you looking at? Although you are the second master of the Covenant of St. Milende, you are not qualified to be the executioner of His Majesty the King." He smiled at the apprentice.
"He is not my king." Uriel said warily.
"As a missionary, your ability to excuse yourself is second to none." The assassin regretfully let go of his hand, causing his head to bounce and roll on the ground. "Very well, let me be a candle to light the way forward for you." He closed his eyes. "In this way, my soul will be somewhat poetic, right?"
The Black Knight was unmoved.
Uriel knew that Styx was about to act, but he had no way of knowing how. In an instant, there was a loud "bang" sound, the flower window exploded, and the pillars and beams fell. The church was plunged into darkness, and the ground beneath our feet was shaking. The apprentice struggled to maintain his balance and try to catch the assassin's movements.
…Nowhere. Even the fire of the Nameless One cannot be detected. It seems that this guy still has the ability to be an assassin after becoming an undead. "You can't control him?" Uriel asked the undead lord.
"It's a contract," the Black Knight replied.
"contract?"
"The oath is above all else. Don't you understand?"
everything. Uriel understood. The King's Covenant still exists. Although Styx became undead, preserving his memory and personality meant preserving part of his fire. Even death cannot make him break his oath.
"The ritual puts the king into a deep sleep, but the fire will not sleep." The demon lord told Uriel, "Once disturbed by the contract, he will wake up."
Uriel shuddered. So it turns out, the Black Knight doesn't care whether Styx lives or dies, but he can't extinguish his fire, otherwise the king will wake up and make their plot go bankrupt.
Likewise, Styx is the man sworn to protect the "King" and he comes to awaken the Holy One. After the Black Knight dies, the Fire Pact will also be alerted, awakening the King.
Now that the palace is closed, apart from the Black Knight, the assassin has no other target to choose from. Perhaps the Black Knight sent "Ye Yan" away first because of this consideration. Uriel recalled more details. In any case, the contract allowed the assassin to guard the king, not to die for the king.
But he tried again and again, and we all know the results. Uriel thought to himself. The Black Knight in turn killed him and used some special means to "resurrect" his fire to avoid waking the king. It was only then that the king's guards finally recognized the reality and realized that it was impossible to complete their plan.
He died and resurrected, only his soul remained, and his life was no longer a concern. For most people, death is relief...but the demon lords are different. The king holds the souls of his men firmly in his hands, and without the Scroll of Oath, they will forever be bound by MacAdam, unless...
"He put out the fire of his own accord," the Black Knight said.
Uriel shuddered. He committed suicide. Second death. real death. A soul is lost from the contract, and the king is about to awaken from his slumber. This is Styx's revenge.
The apprentice's hand touched his pocket, and inside was a parchment scroll that could terminate the contract. He thought the assassin was targeting it. Survival is a human instinct. It seems that as a bystander, I don't have the same experience as the undead. "Who is Nightingale?"
"Unimportant guy."
Yeah? unimportant? You went to great lengths to catch the skinned assassin, resurrect him, and then watch him commit suicide. It looked like you were communicating, just now. Uriel was vaguely aware that the two people had reached a deal silently. But to what end?
I am like a dog on a leash, being led by the nose by its breeder. The apprentice couldn't help but regret when he thought about what happened tonight. The "Spiritual Vision" failed to get any warning, and instead led him into a trap. Finding "Night Flame" was not a result, but a bait thrown by the other party early. Before Uriel stepped into Byrne... the other party's intelligence was too comprehensive. Too detailed.
In fact, the apprentice has been wandering in the mysterious field for a long time, and this is the first time he has been targeted like this: he is in the enemy camp, facing the threat of the sky, and the enemy has figured out every method... Gods, save me. Is this really necessary? Where can I go to reason with you!
"You shouldn't kill him." The apprentice expressed his thoughts.
"You have a better way, why don't you show it to me in advance." The Black Knight snorted, "It's not your turn to teach me how to do things, kid."
At this moment, the "god statue" on the pedestal suddenly moved its fingertips, and its closed eyes began to open.
Fear arises spontaneously and cannot be contained. "Think of a way, my lord."
The undead lord didn't respond, but his eyes seemed to say it was too late.
Damn it, this undead has a fearless demeanor, death is just a return home for him. Uriel felt his breath stuck in his throat.
And once the king wakes up...
"He is angry, I can feel it." The Black Knight said indifferently, "But all this is because of your hesitation, Uriel. Please remember this. Now you can either wait here to die, Pray that your Goddess Gaia will show mercy, break the millennia-old rumors that the gods have left, and show up to save your life.”
Uriel felt that he was not so generous.
The burning gaze of the undead swept over him. "Either pick up a weapon and kill this old guy with me. Do I still want to teach you how to hold a sword?"
"No. You are so kind." Uriel squeezed out a word. This guy still wants to fight? And an awakened saint? The world must be crazy. Deep down, the apprentice just wants to turn around and run away from the mad undead and the king who is about to go crazy. After all, how could I get involved in something like this?
He was unarmed and his first priority was to find something to defend himself from. However, now that the matter has come to this, Uriel can no longer touch the "Bible". What happened to Styx is right in front of him. Now, apprentices must carefully consider anything related to the undead lord before touching it. .
He couldn't use the Rune Sword of the Scroll of Oath. The King's Nameless Talent was the contract. If something was accidentally cut off, it would be equivalent to allowing the Black Knight to achieve his goal. Of course, it is more likely that my profession of "Knight of Proverbs" has some kind of power that makes the other party stare at me instead of the Scroll of Oath... In the end, Uriel had no choice but to try to condense the mystery and create an ice sword. sword.
At this moment, the moonlight fell on the statue of the god, reflecting the "king" silvery white.
The dome of the church melted silently, like snowflakes falling into a furnace. The Broken Moon floats quietly in the night sky, its cracks are dark, like tentacles of night, spreading on the surface of the moon, and there seems to be endless shadows hidden inside.
Horrible and divine. Uriel thought of his adventures in Kamaria. That was the first time. York and I recklessly broke into the elf ruins and were almost served to the moon by the water goblin. The Broken Moon only accepts dead things, so werewolves kill relatives to worship her or else fall into madness. Gods are different. There are good gods like Gaia and Lucia, and there are also terrible gods like Death and Berti.
What about Otto? Is destiny good or evil? Uriel didn't know the answer. Maybe she just did nothing and quietly watched time march forward in the realm of the gods. The astrologer peered into her footsteps and learned the direction of her destiny. However, was this a gift from the God of Destiny, or was it a ripple she inadvertently set off?
What is my destiny? He heard his own questions, and he asked himself in the stone chamber, in the white tower above the floating clouds, in the magnificent church, and in front of the burning tavern.
The undead stretched out his hand, and his soul flame was extremely bright, which meant that the fire was doing its best to mobilize magic power and guide the mysterious arrival. The air around him twisted, stirred by the majestic force, and gradually became thinner.
Uriel suddenly heard a voice, someone singing softly and melodiously.
"It's time to pick this flower because winter is coming."
"Go south"
"It's time to light this lamp, because the night is about to begin and the sun will no longer shine."
"Come to me"
"It's time to sing this song, because through the long night, we need to be united."
The singer spoke a language that Uriel could not understand, but he could understand the meaning of the song. Soft, quiet, and tired, it seems to be speaking slowly and soothing the soul. It was not Styx's voice, but it belonged to a woman. Dead woman. He had heard the same voice.
This is the voice of the Blue Saint Parsur.
Gods, Uriel thought. This can't be true. He took a step back, but the song seemed to penetrate right into his soul. How could I hear her voice? This song...Alain Wo? What on earth is this...?
"...Hand in hand with your loved ones, relatives, and friends, go to the Midnight Temple to worship,
How hard it is to be alone in the frosty moon. "
At this time, the "god statue" suddenly shook greatly. There was a small rustling sound coming from the church, which was mixed into the singing, making the echo no longer clear.
But thankfully, he didn't open his eyes. "King" MacAdam, the saint of association, frowned in his dream.
"Blessed by God, the Alanwo people, bid farewell to pain, hunger, cold, and sorrow forever.
As long as we open our hearts. "
The singing gradually became softer.
...but the stone platform was shining brightly. The apprentice is full of doubts, but the answers to some things are obvious. Song is only expression, the medium that causes the mysterious appearance. In the temple, with the stone platform as the core, some kind of ritual magic was being performed, which was used by the undead lord to seal the "king". At this moment, the ritual magic has been strengthened and is fighting against the disturbance caused by the "contract".
"The torches and bells of celebration are still there, please don't walk away alone at night."
A song ends.
Mystery comes with it. It is hard to imagine that there is a power in this world that can seal a saint. But as the song ended, the "King" gradually became quiet and stopped moving.
It worked. Uriel thought in disbelief as he fell asleep. The undead lord ritually sealed him. It’s really the rest of the life after the disaster. Strong emotions hit his brain, and the apprentice gasped silently, for fear of breaking the silence.
"Go to the south, go, go, go, go -!" 』
scream. Hiss. It was like a huge bell ringing in my ears. Uriel's vision went dark, and he felt that his brain was about to be overloaded by loud noises from unknown sources from all directions. go. go. go. One after another, long and heavy, monotonous and harsh. He had a splitting headache and almost fell over.
"Do it!" the undead shouted. The pressure of intense mystery could not help but grow, with him as the center, radiating to the surroundings with fear and darkness.
But his condition was much worse than that of the apprentice. The dark cross armor was covered with cracks at some point, and blue fire was emitting from it. The demon lord knelt on one knee and tried his best to support himself until wisps of black smoke oozed from the wounds on his arms. His silhouette was twisted in the moonlight.
He is melting. Uriel realized with horror. The ceremony is collapsing, and the host can no longer hold on. When the saint awakens, the nature of the matter has changed from an atrocity of killing an unarmed man to an act of self-defense to save his life. At this moment, the moral shackles that bound the apprentice were gone. He waved his arm, and the clear sword blade dragged out a long and brilliant strip of light.
The king opened his eyes.
A chill ran through his body. The Holy One is staring at me. Uriel met his eyes, but his mind went blank. He woke up. He had been awakened by the contract a long time ago, but he just pretended to be asleep under the power of ritual magic. The Black Knight's conspiracy was exposed. He's going to kill us.
"Move quickly!" the undead lord shouted.
The moment the king opened his eyes, the black knight's body disappeared. The loud noises and calls in his ears alternated endlessly. Suddenly, Uriel could only see the outline of a circle of molded lake. The moonlight surrounded him, swallowed him, and dragged the undead into a transparent vortex invisible to the naked eye, leaving only a little shadow. Is he completely dead? Or is it being destroyed by ritual magic?
But the saint did not fight back, even though he was struck by the sword. He just opened his eyes! Just open your eyes.
Uriel's heart almost stopped beating. But soon, he discovered that the ritual was still in effect, and the king was still a caged beast. After all, that song and moonlight... this is the ritual magic of Broken Moon, or the mystery that can possess the personality of gods.
The last emperor of Aurenia stood on a high platform. He looked down like a god, with broad and powerful arms, a majestic and solemn face, and his endless mysterious power that made everyone feel as heavy as a heavy burden. Ritual magic continues to transfer magic power, but even the power of Broken Moon Berti seems to be unable to gain the upper hand in terms of personality. The two sides collide, entangle, and tear, and are annihilated quietly. Invisible particle ripples spread everywhere, setting off the apocalypse. Like a storm.
The benches disappeared, the pillars and beams disintegrated, and layers of deep, bite-like scars began to appear on the ground. The palace began to shake, like a dying old man, every inch of his body was trembling, about to step into the dust of destruction. The night was deep and silent, and the stars in the sky suddenly dimmed. Only the broken moon became brighter and shone with unpredictable brilliance.
"McAdam!" the undead lord roared. He was pushed back by the violent airflow and had no choice but to lean on the ground with his sword. The wisps of flames emerging from the cracks in the armor were torn and shattered in an instant. But when he spoke, the lingering sounds of Parsur's singing and the echoing calls overlapped with them, and they strangely merged into one. "Go to hell." Cold flames burst out from the hollow eyes of the undead.
…In fact, everything happens in an instant. The king opened his eyes, and only half of the ice sword in Uriel's hand was left, but it was slashed down by inertia.
After a short, small smashing sound, a frosty line solidified on the saint's chest. Thick, blood-red, coherent, gurgling.
finished? Uriel wondered. Even if what he saw meant that someone's life was passing away, he still couldn't believe it. It wasn't anyone else after all. king. McAdam. Saint. Knox is the only four great pioneers of the mysterious end, and such people will die one day. Did I really kill him? It was like a dream scene.
He felt endless exhaustion expanding within him.
The gurgling blood flows along the talisman carvings on the stone platform, like a requiem for a dream. McAdam was unable to fight back from beginning to end. Under the constraints of the ceremony, the saint could only stare at the executioner until his life passed away.
Say goodbye forever. Uriel suddenly heard Parsur's singing. As long as we open our hearts. A ballad by Alan Wo, given to a dead enemy. If she could see this scene, would she really be happy?
...The king suddenly raised his hand and touched his sword.
"Magic sword...I have seen it." The saint said, his voice was old and hoarse, and he no longer had the spirit of serving the prince in his dream. "It's you."
Uriel's hair stood on end and he backed away violently.
"...The Blue Saint, Parsuer." The voice faded. "And...it's you. You...what they...didn't get...when they were alive..."
Chi. The fire went out.
Uriel opened his eyes wide, not knowing what to do. Behind him, the Broken Moon disappeared in the clouds, and the silhouettes of the undead gradually became clearer.
"You still remember." From under the black knight's armor, a frightening and piercing voice sounded like fire, full of weird emotions. Whether that was pity or regret, the apprentice couldn't tell at all. The Black Knight coughed and wheezed, but could the undead breathe? Or is this an instinct left in the body? "I thought you'd forgotten, old man."
He knelt down.
