"No." Larson looked as if the sky had fallen. "No. No." He fell to the ground, too grief-stricken to speak, and only one syllable echoed in his mouth. "No."
I've seen this happen. The apprentice thought. Someone dies, someone cries, someone holds the knife that takes human life. He tried to recall the relevant scene, tried to get rid of the frightening fear that controlled him... but when exactly it was, Uriel could not tell at all. Countless pictures were spinning in his mind, in Bayern, in Antoros, at the feet of the goddess in the church, in the Four-leaf City...
How can he be a prophet if he dies? The apprentice couldn't understand. He had thought about thousands of ways in which he might die, but he had never made such preparations.
"Why?" Why did the demon lord appear here? Why were prophets assassinated by the undead? Like a fool, Uriel searched blankly for an answer that could explain all this.
The undead ignored him. The Prophet's body fell at his feet and he grabbed the body by its collar and lifted it up. The blood of the saint dyed the gauntlets of the Cross Knight red. Most dead people have lost all their powers in life, but some are different. The undead lord's soul flame jumped slightly, as if he was examining it.
The apprentice heard the sound of the "Eye of Iron" breathing in.
The prophet was Mr. Larson's mentor, Uriel thought randomly. Demosis is not a "king", this man is a respectable and trustworthy elder who has guarded order for three thousand years. The death of the saint was such a heavy blow to Larson that when the enemy brought such power, he was likely to lose his mind and rush over. The apprentice dare not imagine such consequences.
Fortunately he didn't. The "Eye of Iron" stared at the mentor's body without saying a word. This was not a friendly silence. no doubt.
The same goes for the perpetrator of the murder. The Black Knight dropped the body and let it fall to the ground.
His silence seemed familiar. A chill rose from the bottom of his heart for no reason. Uriel took a half-step forward, drew his sword and stood in front of Larsen, just in time to meet a meteor-like sword light. Ding. The sound of metal clashing. In the blink of an eye, the Sword of Oath shattered into pieces, turning into countless runes just like in the Antuolos Cathedral.
"No!" the apprentice shouted instinctively. He wants to kill people! No one else is here.
It shouldn't be like this. Uriel wanted to say something, but when the words reached his throat, he could only feel powerless. Demosis is dead, my lord, why continue? You are already the winner... This is exactly what he asked the prophet before, something a winner will never listen to.
He couldn't think of a reason for the Black Knight to let them go. This is a fight for survival.
And survival means everything.
Things happened so fast. The Black Knight neither questioned nor accused him. He didn't even look at him for a moment. The undead ignored the apprentice and continued to swing his sword at Larsen, intending to take the other person's life.
Uriel kicked the table over. Letters fell like snowflakes, and maps flew into the corner. The wooden table hit the undead and was cut in half with a sword in the air. He took the opportunity to push the dazed Larson towards the door, but his arm was grabbed instead.
"Back off!" the great astrologer ordered hoarsely.
Strange light filled the room. The golden crown on the head of the "Eye of Iron" shines like the sun. Magic stirs reality, and an unprecedented mystery descends.
"The praise of dust, the phantom of stars, the hymn of the universe"
Uriel's body became light and he floated uncontrollably. The shrill sword light tore through the paper curtains in the sky, grazing the soles of their feet. The wall was torn apart, but instead of masonry, there was a hazy halo inside the opening. The apprentice could not care less about surprise. The strong emotions of the aftermath of the disaster filled his brain, and he was scared to death.
At the same time, the Black Knight suddenly staggered and the attack came to an abrupt end. The shreds of paper and sawdust blown away by the air waves now withstood the force of gravity a thousand times, falling suddenly like a bird hit by an arrow, and finally embedded themselves in the floor.
For a moment, dense cracks appeared under the undead's feet, making him feel like he was stuck in a quagmire. At the crack in the room, invisible light groups cut through the armor, and the metal was quickly stained with rust, eventually aging and falling off, leaving only wisps of black mist floating away.
The undead lord couldn't break free for a while. Gravity pulls and the "Kingdom of God" erodes, making it difficult for the Black Knight to move forward.
"Gravity Gift"
He stopped. Uriel thought wildly. How? The apprentice's hands flailed around instinctively until Larson dragged him back to the ground.
"Hold on," Larsen told him.
Uriel had no choice but to cling to the door handle. Behind him, the airflow twisted. An invisible force field filled the room, furniture was knocked around, and the carpet was twisted into knots. He turned his head to look, and the world in his sight turned into square grids of different colors, pieced together haphazardly.
The enemy's figure was also cut into countless pieces. He seemed to be standing in a broken mirror, with some of the dense cracks glowing and some seeing black mist. In different fragments, the mist drifts in different directions.
Uriel stared at this scene dumbfounded. what are these? He wanted to use a hand to rub his eyes.
Unfortunately, wounds that would kill an ordinary person hundreds of times did not trouble the undead. He resisted the tearing force coming from all directions and was still able to swing the weapon. It's just that the sword light flew over, jumped through several blocks, and finally turned back.
In a certain fragment, the undead lord had to lift his sword to block an attack from a weird angle. Every time he tried to fight back, most of his hits were elsewhere. It seems that the world in his eyes is the same.
The light is also distorted. The apprentice realizes. What kind of magic is this? He couldn't imagine. It seems that the great astrologer is not completely devoid of fighting ability. Seriously, do they really need protection?
...The key lies in the effect. If the Black Knight breaks free, everything will be over.
"This is the room of the saint." The professor of the astronomy room told him, "This should not have happened..." His face was pale, but surprisingly calm. "This undead is still in the void, I can feel it. Don't worry, he can't escape."
"The saint's room?"
"Above the Sky Realm is the Saint, equivalent to the gods of distant times. This is his divine kingdom."
Uriel didn't know whether to believe this. "Dark Night Awakening" Demosis is dead, killed by the Black Knight in the room - this place you call the Kingdom of God. That sword. Nadia found it in order to save the Society. She called it the key... Even if the situation seemed to be tilted towards him, he felt that he should take the opportunity to escape instead of fighting to the end.
"Eye of Iron" has no intention of leaving. "No one can escape the tower after assassinating the Lord Saint." Larson declared with steely determination. His grief now turned into anger. "I'm going to kill this damn nightingale."
The next moment, the window suddenly became brighter. The strong wind blew away the clouds, and the light of the broken moon spilled into the room. In an instant, Uriel felt that the surrounding environment seemed to have changed.
...He recalled all the clues. In the Byrne Palace, it was the Sacrifice of the Moon that sealed the "King". He almost woke up at the last moment, but was stopped by Parsur's singing; in front of the observation deck, Roma disappeared during the promotion ceremony, but Uriel saw Arrived at the apparition of Parsur.
"God's descent." Uriel murmured, "She came to reality through the divine descent ceremony... He followed me..."
"Eye of Ain" frowned: "God descends?"
He didn't have time to say more. As the clouds opened and the moon began to shine, the mystery in the room actually began to weaken. Larson couldn't help but take a half step back, and the floor let out a heavy whine.
The Black Knight slowly straightened up. The terrifying shadow lengthened in the moonlight, completely swallowing up the room, becoming the only complete thing among the messy color blocks. On the cross armor that he had transformed from his faith during his lifetime, cracks lit up with a faint blue light. The undead raised the sword of bones, just like the god of death raised the butcher's knife.
Uriel couldn't help but feel suffocated by this situation. He is now convinced that this room is the "Kingdom of God" of the Saint, even though this is a realm and knowledge that he does not understand. If it were in the outside world, even in a high tower, the walls and ceiling would not be intact.
The magic sword flashed silently, approaching in front of my eyes in a breath.
"Eye of Iron" tried to resist...or rather, the moment he resisted, Uriel threw him to one side. They followed the pull of gravity and flew into the corner. At the same moment, the sword light came into contact with the repulsive space created by gravity. Sharp sword sounds, loud friction sounds, and tearing noises all burst out. The color blocks and the repulsive space shattered like eggshells that had suffered a strong blow.
The sword light roared past like a storm, and all obstacles in its path were destructively torn apart, as if an out-of-control spaceship had crash-landed in the room. The blades continued to open up, and the magic tail flames connected a linear track that was difficult to heal and was as messy as a ruin.
No one had time to watch. Uriel was almost buried by the thrown up rubble. He pushed half of the door panel open in a daze. On his exposed arms, the wounds cut by the strong wind couldn't help but sting.
Larson cursed. The Prophet's body lay lifeless in the corner, less than five yards from them, protected by his magic. However, this small distance has become a curse, and a terrifying, rift-like obstacle lies in front of them. He cursed and raged, but could not overcome it.
Uriel was extremely disturbed to find that the mysterious skills of the great astrologer could only withstand the aftermath, and it was difficult to confront the Black Knight's sword head-on.
"There is something wrong with this undead." Larson said solemnly, "His mystery... rises and falls, unpredictable. That sword is also a big problem. I'm afraid it depends on you next, Uriel."
The apprentice shuddered: "Me?"
"You will understand." Larsen made a gesture with a pale face.
The magic evaporates like morning dew. Uriel was shocked to find that the mystery no longer responded to the call of fire, as if he had become a mortal for an instant.
"Prohibition: ring, space, and metal are all. Passage: language is one."
Layers of overlapping brilliance lit up at the feet of the great astrologer, creating a majestic and complicated formation, with streams of light shuttled back and forth, intertwining into a wall of starlight.
The golden crown on his head once again affected the power. The strong wind and rain outside the window and the bright moon in the night sky disappeared behind the thick clouds. There was only this narrow study between heaven and earth. Above the sky, the snow-white tower, symbolizing the fulcrum of order and the core of destiny, trembled with the chanting, as if some deep mystery was added to the spell.
Uriel felt his heart tightening, and the blood in his body seemed to be conflicting in all directions. He was breathing heavily and almost didn't know where he was.
Enemies were affected even more profoundly. The flames in the eyes of the undead were weak, like candles in the wind. His armor was broken and fell, and his limbs were no longer complete. His body knelt down in the rapidly dissipating black mist, and it seemed impossible to even lift the sword.
The apprentice felt a sense of familiarity from this magic. The real "forbidden demon" is the outer world, where the soul is the soul, not the fire; the corpse is the corpse, not the undead. Except for the Cloud Train, Uriel has never seen any mystery. What will happen to the undead when they arrive in the surface world?
But unfortunately, the nature of magic remains mysterious. The apprentice quickly realizes this. The power derived from Croyta restrained the undead lord, but could not completely deprive him of his "existence". The undead shook and gripped the hilt of the sword, and the Bible "key" hummed.
The black knight stood up with his sword stationary.
"Kill him!" Larson shouted.
Uriel had the illusion that he had returned to Byrne Palace. He quickly threw away his hesitation and fear and stepped in front of the great astrologer. No matter what, I can't let you kill him, Lord. The apprentice tried to draw the sword, and the divine text flew out of the parchment and condensed into a weapon without any hindrance.
The black knight struck the rune blade with his sword, and both sides were shocked. That "Bible" wasn't metal either, Uriel discovered. The ban cannot take away his sword.
Larson never thought of this. Maybe he did, but he didn't think it was a big problem. The apprentice thought pitifully. Did he think I could beat him in swordsmanship?
The opponent's first sword answered his question. The force transmitted was heavier than expected, fast and accurate, and difficult to dodge. Uriel carefully crossed his sword, and the blade cut off a layer of runes, which were immediately filled with new divine runes. He stayed on the defensive, hoping to find an opening. The second sword grazed his ear, and Uriel continued to block, using his posture to rotate and induce the opponent to pursue him, but the undead were not fooled at all. He tried to fight back, but his sword missed the target.
This guy moves faster. The apprentice realizes.
But not without a chance. He gradually realized that his strength was not weaker than that of his opponent, but it was just difficult to hit the target. The undead lord avoided every one of his swords and did not hesitate to give up the opportunity to attack. His rhythm was no longer smooth and his movements were no longer fearless. Even though the "Bible" was as sharp as ever, as long as he did not go ahead and kill Uriel with his sword, If it is divided into two parts, it will inevitably reduce many threats.
This time, whether for some special reason, Uriel held on longer than before. He remembered the appearance of the Black Knight when he was in the palace. The king left injuries on him before his death, and the undead could not be treated with magic. In the tower, a few minutes ago, the demon lord was able to break into the prophet's kingdom and assassinate him. The outcome of this matter is certainly appalling, but thinking about it from the beginning, there is undoubtedly a price to pay for such a thing. I just have to wait until the other person is exhausted...
He was wrong. Facts have proved that without the support of magic power, many skills are just castles in the air and will only lead to failure. In the most basic skills, his opponents are always more proficient than him and have a clear understanding of his intentions. And when he struggled to hold on and look for opportunities, the undead lord was still swinging his sword tirelessly.
My enemy is a corpse. Uriel recognized the reality while being hesitant. There is no good in procrastinating like this, we must find another breakthrough.
He suddenly dodged the attack and no longer resisted with his sword. The blade grazed his shoulder, causing the apprentice to bleed. The controllable runes suddenly turned into chains and struck the spine of the "Bible"'s sword, swinging the murderous weapon away. Uriel simultaneously condensed a blade of ice with his other hand and pierced the enemy along the gap.
He succeeded. Mr. Larson's domain loosens the restrictions on him as much as possible, allowing him to perform a less extensive range of magic. Although you can't feel the magic, the magic from the mentor is actually divine magic in nature.
"The Word Arouses"
A layer of white frost appeared on the enemy's armor, and as soon as the undead slowed down... Uriel immediately launched a counterattack. He slashed the arm guard with his sword, and then struck it with another sword. The bible cut off the runes, and in the blink of an eye they were bonded again. He tried his best to avoid collision with the "Bible" and just tried his best. The sword and armor clashed without tearing the imprisoned "metal", but the black knight suddenly retreated. Both sides changed their offensive and defensive positions. At this moment, the sword in Uriel's hand was more like a stick or a staff than a sword, and he relied on his strength to force the opponent back.
The demon lord suddenly moved his arm, and his power harmlessly poured to one side. Uriel was caught off guard. The rune sword was blocked by his opponent and hit in the chest like lightning. He mistook his opponent's target for the shoulder. The undead continued to attack, and his weapon had just been withdrawn in front of him.
Uriel's arms had never felt so heavy. His vision was blurry, and only the pain and bloodshed made him realize that he was at a disadvantage again. He couldn't think, couldn't stop, and acted only on instinct. Finally, their swords clashed again, and Uriel turned the golden sword into a chain, swinging away the life-threatening "Bible."
The enemy suddenly turned around.
Without the power to resist the chain, Uriel only felt a ball of air being blown away. The Bible slipped free of its constraints. The demon lord turned back and waved, and three bones reappeared in front of him at an unimaginable angle.
"Watch out!" Larson warned. Even in the eyes of others who are not familiar with swordsmanship, this move is as dangerous as a poisonous snake.
A moment of déjà vu. Uriel felt like he was in Anthoros. This move again.
But now, he doesn't have York to fight for a chance of survival.
At this moment, Fu Ling felt as if he was in awe, and Uriel suddenly leaned forward. He gave up all room for dodge, and the runes in his hand condensed into a sword with a clang, ready to fight back when he lost his life. As a result, the Black Knight's Bible missed his eyebrow by a hair's breadth, and cut off a few strands of hair along his forehead.
Missed. It's almost impossible. However, Uriel was more surprised than happy. He vaguely remembered where he had seen this scene before going to the School of Silence.
The enemy's weapons twisted eerily downward. "Stop!" Larsen couldn't help shouting.
...The sword blade hung in front of Uriel's eyes. The Black Knight actually stopped.
Uriel opened his mouth. Not for the unknown. He suddenly remembered every moment he held the sword. He had no evidence, no clues, and it was all based on intuition, and he hovered firmly before death thousands of times, symbolizing the point of the sword's edge. When faced with it, the apprentice will always be injured, but never die.
He received a heavy kick on the chest, and his whole body slid to one side uncontrollably. The "Eye of Iron" quickly lifted the mystery, and people's fires felt the magic again. Terrifying pressure burst out from the Black Knight's sword again. Larsen gritted his teeth, and gravity rose like a tidal wave, tearing the enemy apart savagely. The mysteries of both sides were about to collide in a frightening way. The light flickers on and off, and the lines that make up reality are twisted...
..."Joy?" Uriel asked softly. An unprecedented feeling engulfed him, and his world was crumbling. This can't be true.
The undead lord's sword struck out. In an instant, thousands of starlights passed by the "key", submerging him in the tide of real magic power... The dark cross knight's armor became riddled with holes, but it quickly recovered in the moonlight.
Larson opened his eyes wide, completely forgetting about continuing the pursuit.
The undead didn't respond. At this moment, denial or lies are impossible when facing the owner of the Scroll of Oath. He always doesn't respond...because it's the only way to keep a secret.
Just speak and you will be heard.
But it's different now. "Dark Night Awakening" Demosis's body lay quietly on the ground, with blood still flowing from the wound on his back. Even a saint whose mystery is equal to that of the gods has no choice but to perish when he personally opens the door to the Kingdom of God for the murderer.
The black knight pulled up his visor, revealing his ice-like but burning blue eyes. This is the answer to everything.
"You..." Uriel was speechless. Countless questions were born in his mind in an instant, and they burst like bubbles. Why? Who are you? The Silver Song Knights of the Ancestors, the Undead Lords of the Association, the White Envoys of the Tower... what do you want? The "King" dies in the seal and the Prophet is assassinated. Start a war, or end it?
The messenger listened quietly, waiting for his question.
Endless memories come to mind. Starting from Yotsuba Castle, I met Joey, the White Envoy. In Antipodes and Byrne, the undead lords linger like shadows. In the dream of "Confessions", the young Silver Song Knight from thousands of years ago... Joey has the complete "Confessions" in his hand. No wonder I can only feel his past. It’s not that he concealed everything, it’s just that I never thought about it! In the secret realm of the ice sea, the divine descending ceremony...
"When did you..." Unknowingly, the apprentice had tears streaming down his face. "……died?"
The messenger froze in place, unprepared for this question.
"In the beginning." The young man replied, "A thousand years ago."
Uriel closed his eyes. Gods, please tell me this is a dream, he prayed, but he never dared to open his eyes and look directly at his anchor. What if this is true?
He suddenly thought of the red prophecy. The long river flows towards the moon, and the person who appears first dies the last. It turns out that the last thing I saw was not the anchor point... Prophecy dreams are the guide to destiny, and they never make mistakes. Only mortals can misread the signs...
"King MacAdam, prophet Demosis." The messenger whispered.
Behind him, "Eye of Iron" Larsen trembled. Uriel could almost smell the blood in his words.
"Kill them and you will be free." Joey stared at him, his eyes burning like fire. "Secret societies. Mysterious pivots. You're alive. You have a choice. You always have."
