"Mink Street has fallen."
On the street, stepping on corpses that could no longer be distinguished, Ishtar said to Gerost beside him: "The third detachment of the city defense army is fighting guerrillas on the edge and needs support."
"It can't be beaten in."
Shaking his head, Gerost replied decisively: "Let them join the surrounding Templar defense lines and trap those weirdos in the streets of Mink. Only in this way can the pressure on other defense lines be relieved."
“That’s giving up on Mink Street.”
"Yes."
Facing Istar's question, Gerost nodded without hesitation and answered bluntly: "If you want to get news of the destruction of Lier Street in thirty minutes, you can go to support Mink Street now."
"I see."
There was no quarrel, no shouting that the glory of the military is not to abandon anyone. After weighing the pros and cons, Istan made a decision in less than a few seconds: "All personnel around Mink Street will retreat immediately and enter the Leer Street defense line to assist the Templars. Repeat, retreat immediately and support Knights Templar!"
After getting a definite answer, Geralost crouched and stretched out his hand as if groping for something. After a while, his arm stopped on a piece of red flesh.
"wrong."
Frowning, Gerost took out a blue medicine bottle from his chest pocket, opened the lid and poured it on the flesh. Looking at the pale silver color that gradually emerged from the flesh, Geralost shook his head and said solemnly: "There is something wrong with these weirdnesses."
"what is the problem?"
Glancing at the city defense troops who were briefly repairing behind him, Ishtar twisted his stiff neck and said, "They are all monsters. Just beat them to death. Will there be any trouble in the future?"
"That's what I'm afraid of."
Standing up and patting the dust on his knees, Geralost frowned, "I feel like these weirdos are not just about killing."
"They're not destroying all the time, either."
Looking around the relatively well-preserved city, Ishtar also discovered this. He just discovered the weirdness after breaking through the blockade of a residential building, and there were two civilians evacuating on his path. With the speed and strength of that monstrosity, he could easily kill two civilians, but the problem was that the monstrosity completely ignored them.
Coincidence?
"They seem to be finding a delicate balance."
Squinting his eyes, silver holy marks appeared in Gerost's eyes. He wanted to find clues from these marks, but the God of Falsehood was also an ancient god after all, and he was the creator of Gerost. After a moment, Gerost Lost rubbed his dry eyes and gave up the idea.
"Let's go."
With a long sigh, he put the giant crossbow on his back. Geralost's arrows were almost exhausted at this time, and he had to make some temporarily for emergency use. He figured out the direction and prepared to head to another street.
Buzz~
An ethereal, noisy buzz sounded.
Time has stagnated.
First there was the black sphere, which contained an abyss that swallowed light. It was only the size of a fist and floated in mid-air, causing everything around it to lose color. Then he stretched out his "hand."
It was a strange tentacle that was black and solidified like liquid. Gerost couldn't describe in words the madness and magic of the swirling patterns on the black tentacles. He could only watch helplessly as it gently touched the unaware soldiers in front of him.
The next second, the soldier seemed to be a distorted scene in the drama "Shadow", his whole body was polluted by a halo that could not be seen directly. In the blink of an eye, the soldier disappeared into the air, leaving no trace.
This is just the first one.
Then, the black tentacles tore apart, and they appeared directly behind all the city defense troops like ghosts that did not exist in the world. He slowly raised his hand, and the black sphere sprouted countless cheeks that were either crying, laughing, ferocious, painful, or crazy. Soon, he appeared.
Slowly standing up, False had swelled into a sun-shielding monster, its body covered with crazy lines, and his head transformed into a mutilated and mutilated sheep head. He stood behind hundreds of city defense troops, and the different faces on his body showed a holy light invariably.
He tore off the two horns on his head, ignoring the corrosive blood flowing from his head, and spoke slowly:
"Gerost, my most perfect creation."
Hanging the horns upside down, the body filled with bones and flesh slowly pressed down. At this time, Gerost had completely lost the ability to control his body. He watched helplessly as the ancient god-like monster leaned down and The horn filled with false blood was lowered and placed in front of him.
"Drink, my blood."
"I will make you the only representative of the supreme false god."
Ah...waiting for me here.
Of course I know, of course I know I'm not a normal human being.
Although he lost control of his body, in just one minute, countless thoughts emerged in Gerost's mind. He never thought that he was an ordinary lucky person who suddenly received a god-given level of professional power. Because he knows that in this world, everything has its price.
But he never expected that his profession as a demon hunter would be given by the monster in front of him.
Geralost, who figured out his identity in an instant, smiled bitterly in his heart. He never thought that he, who was called a weird hunter, was actually a product of the source of weirdness.
Absurd indeed.
He is right, I am his creation.
How could he lie?
Looking at the goat horns that were half a man's height in front of him, Geralost felt a sense of absurdity in his heart. At this moment, he seemed to be tearing himself apart.
Weird, so weird.
But he was right.
What he said must be right.
The jellyfish dissipated from mid-air and slowly left.
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"Are you ready?"
In the void, Zhou Li stood among the people, without encouragement or passionate speech. He just glanced at everyone's faces, and finally settled on Eluma next to him, and said in a deep voice: "Remember, survive."
"No matter what, survive."
"how about you?"
Lin Zi looked at Zhou Li, her golden eyes full of worry and expectation. Zhou Li didn't tell them what the plan was, but just told them what everyone should do.
No one would be dissatisfied with Zhou Li's Riddler behavior. On the contrary, they knew that this was a sign that Zhou Li was prepared to put everything on his shoulders.
"I?"
Zhou Li closed his eyes and breathed a long sigh of relief. Subconsciously, his hand hanging by his side gently grasped the warm and delicate palm. Feeling Eluma's warmth, Zhou Li opened his eyes, and a familiar and reassuring smile appeared on his face.
"look forward."
They didn't look into each other's eyes, but Zhou Li knew that Eluma had never been separated from him, and the next step was their stage.
"Looking forward to the battle between Eluma and me."
What will happen if you take the blood of an ancient god?
"My favorite thing to do is say no to you people."
Raising his head with difficulty and opening his mouth, Geralost gave a forced smile and said, "You ask me to drink, and I drink? I'm very shameless."
"You must become my agent. Drink it and you will gain my favor."
The false voice is very ethereal, yet painfully sticky. This contradictory feeling is like ice and fire mixed together, which is unbearable but also impossible to recognize.
"I reject."
His brain was trembling continuously, as if his brain was also trembling. Gerost knew that he was on the verge of collapse. He was able to look directly at the false body and it took all his energy. Every word he spoke, he would experience needles. A stabbing pain.
"You won't say no."
Seemingly anxious yet very convincing, the false voice sounded again: "You have been betrayed by humans, and this has nothing to do with me."
"It was their decision to betray you. This time, I did not deceive humans."
He's right.
Gerost's face twitched, and he knew that what he said was false. Back then, he and Christine killed the Plague Knight and the Death Knight, and contained the attack that summoned the monstrous One Thousand and One Nights. This should have been a feat recorded in history.
But at a meeting just before Yingnan launches her final battle against One Thousand and One Nights, the book appears.
He didn't deceive anyone, he just showed his ability to create professionals in front of everyone. Then, the British and Southern governments made a rare decision.
The final battle, which was originally meant to kill the Gospels, was changed to one where the One Thousand and One Nights faked their death and became the Gospels. At this time, Gerost, who had arrived alone in the cave where the Gospel itself was hidden, received an attack from humans. Geralost, who had always only fought against monsters, was caught off guard and stabbed through the chest. He was then buried in the cave with the efforts of dozens of mages and became the victim of this shameful meeting.
This was a complete betrayal, a shameless and outrageous betrayal, an act that even Magnum III would not bother to do. Therefore, the British and Southern governments and Jordan banned the meeting, forcing everyone who participated in the meeting to sign the highest-level contract. Once the secret is leaked, they will receive an unprecedented blow.
However, what they did not expect was that Gerost did not die.
The government's order was too hasty, and those mages who were notified at short notice were not mentally prepared and could not bear the thought that the hero who had saved Jordan would die due to the betrayal of his companions. So they quietly changed the flow of power when burying Geralost, and then used natives to create a fake corpse of Geralost, which allowed Geralost to survive.
After surviving, Gerost, who had always been arrogant and wanton, naturally couldn't swallow this breath. He wanted to take revenge on Yingnan and those Yingnan officials countless times.
Normally, what follows should be a vulgar positive story about "the Avengers gradually find themselves in the process of revenge, giving up revenge and embracing the light." Unfortunately, Gerost may choose to give up revenge, but there is one person who will not.
Christine.
"Sure enough, you are here."
Geralost, whose body was frozen by the terrifying pressure, heard the voice behind him. He was shocked and wanted to say something, but was suppressed in place.
Behind him, Christine, dressed in red military-patterned armor, holding a sword and a tower shield, slowly walked out of the shadows. He took off his helmet, which was solidified by blood, revealing a scarlet blood. Kristine's eyes covered by thick cloth were slightly raised, and her voice was unhurried: "What? Are you scared?"
"you try?"
To his old friend, Gerost replied angrily and funnyly: "You will accompany me to death, right?"
"almost."
Feeling the terrifying shadow in front of her, Kristen sighed and said with a hint of helplessness: "Just think that Roja and I owed you the last time."
Gerost naturally knew what Christine was referring to. In that meeting, several people had extremely strong reactions. Apart from the president of the Berserker Union who smacked everyone and left, the one who had the strongest reaction was Gerost's disciple Roya. Roja pulled out his long sword at that meeting. If Christine hadn't stopped him in time, the meeting might not have gone on.
But, that's not possible.
Christine, who knew what the aristocratic system was like, stopped the furious Roja. As a close friend of Geralost, he only lightly mentioned Geralost's contribution from beginning to end. Everyone thought that Christine had become a qualified general, a qualified and cold-blooded politician, and they were happy when they were happy about it. Even Roya had always been prejudiced against Christine. It was not until the two communicated more and Christine accepted Roya as her apprentice that the two men relaxed a lot.
"You owe me shit."
Geralost twitched his lips. It was obvious that there was a terrifying monster not far away, but he still had the time to complain to his friend: "Do you really think I faked my death and didn't see anything? Six heroes died in the Eleventh Coup. Every one of Nan’s senior officials has something to do with that meeting, do you think I’m stupid?”
On the day after the meeting, on November 1st, a coup suddenly took place. A humble member of the Radical Party seized Christine's military power, led soldiers into the government conference room, and killed six High-ranking official. This coup caused an uproar throughout Yingnan, and the nobles related to the meeting were all in danger, fearing that they would be the next to die.
However, Gerost, who has been paying attention to the city, knows that all this was done by his best friend Christine. He knew that compared to his frivolity, Christine was a silent active volcano. Once ignited, it is an explosion of destruction.
Before Gerost could take action, the six senior officials were hung on the city gate. Of course, no one is stupid, and everyone is sincerely suspicious of Christine. But before those nobles could launch a liquidation, Christine almost became a disciple of the general in charge of the Yingnan military power in one day, became his adopted son, and escaped all liquidation.
But only Gerost knew that Christine didn't want to avoid this reckoning. His real purpose has never been to escape.
He believed that he had not killed enough.
"The Great Formation Realm was indeed put down by myself."
