Chapter 265
The "Firefly Spell" blooming with white light lit up the dark sewers. The black hair wizard clutching the "bright silver" followed his hands behind his back, a teenager in a little red and black dress. Behind him, he stepped into this underground labyrinth like a visitor.
Almost as soon as he walked into the tunnel, Loren couldn't help frowning.
The smell of blood, the smell of blood that is so strong that it is almost substantive is permeated in the air, in the miserable white light, in the corridors under the feet, and in the turbulent water, there are almost all mutant corpses-or stumps. Broken arms, or hideous heads, or hung upside down on top of the head, with hideous expressions.
Except for the thick plasma under the feet that can make the boots slippery, what is left is the nauseating corpse odor. The pus from the corpse is mixed in the turbulent sewage, and it becomes a grotesquely shaped mutant corpse. , They are like struggling "human beings". If that appearance can really be called a human being, it is simply......
"...just like the description in the Holy Cross scripture. "
Asriel, who was walking in front, suddenly spoke, with a slight scorn in his chuckle: "We are the incarnation of evil, cruel, pain, and viciousness. We take pleasure in torturing and abuse believers. In various forms of blood sacrifices, it spreads evil into the world, right?"
"After seeing Metzka and these...non-mainstream arts." The black hair wizard shrugged his shoulders. Pointing to the surroundings, lightly snorted: "I suddenly felt that the things the church said were quite convincing."
"But poor Asriel is not like this." The young man's voice still carried. A bit frivolous: "I just made a deal with them, and then made a little joke, how can I generalize with these evil guys?"
"Little joke? Stop teasing."
Loren coldly said: "Those people are just fun toys for you—what you do is essentially the same as these'performance artists', at most it is only fifty steps And Baibu."
"Then Loren, how about you?"
Asriel stopped, looked back and smiled and looked towards black hair wizard, with bloodless cheeks left under the white light The next shadow: "What is your choice?"
Loren's expression is a bit complicated.
"From the moment when you came to this world and drifted away, apart from life and death, the only real decision you have actually made is to become a wizard." The boy's voice was soft, but with a certain Kind of magic: "I can see that you are eager to take control of your own destiny-just like all people who travel far away, you will not be willing to obey or accept certain arrangements. You believe in what you hold in your hands."
"Your morals and code of conduct are bound by the memory of previous life, can't be called cruel but by no means generous, you know that you are not a saint, but you will not leave threats to yourself Hidden danger."
"As you said, all I did was just trying to live."
The dark pupils and the "devil" in front of him stared at each other, Loren coldly Opened the mouth and said: "Borrowing a sentence, I am alive now, I am very lucky!"
"The living person will choose to deal with a devil, after contacting some power , Would you want to get the Holy Grail of the nine-pointed star again?"
The young man looked at him helplessly and shook his head slightly with a smile: "No, you want more. You are eager to know the truth about everything, you The bottom of my heart is also searching for power!"
"...Do you know that the tone and expression of your words are simply carved out of the mold, the most standard devil."
"God does not want to tell mankind, only the devil will whisper around you secretly, because we are friends."
The voice fell, Asriel suddenly looked towards the other side of the tunnel, his expression still Somewhat surprised: "Ai, it looks like someone is here?"
"Are you sure it's a human?"
Sneered, clenched Loren, who was "bright silver", pulled out the right hand from behind The long sword, the sharp sword edge, looks like a mirror under the fiasco, reflecting the silhouette climbing out of the darkness:
"Some guy didn’t tell me that the monsters in the sewers have all been strangled. Are you all done?"
"I just said that someone has opened the way for you, it should be a lot safer." The boy blinked the scarlet, "innocent" big eyes:
"Of course, it is also possible that they deliberately stayed on the road to act as guards and barricades."
The weird silhouette is climbing and walking in the dark, shadowy, like a pack of wolves. A little closer to their "prey"-two scented "three-par steaks".
There are at least ten...no, there are almost twenty.
"There is only one question." Staring at the monster approaching him, the black hair wizard seemed to be asking casually: "If I kill them here, will we be found?"
"We have been discovered since we walked into the sewer-otherwise how did these enthusiastic'gents' find us?"
"Very good... "Loren sighed indifferently:
"Then you are welcome!"
............ "Are we really appropriate to do this?"
On the ruined street, Vera, who was behind Edward, asked with some worry: "Throwing down the black-haired wizard alone, no matter how you look at it, don’t you think it’s wrong?"
"This is I am only the executor of his plan."
The indifferent night watchman explained: "Your Excellency Loren Torino is right. If you act together, the probability of being discovered is very high. Instead of being found No, if we do the bait, it doesn't matter if we are found-because we don't know the location of the Holy Grail, even more how......"
"even more how?" Vera's expression was puzzled.
Edward didn’t answer, he just looked towards the female elf walking in front of the investigation, and the wizard behind him holding a bow and arrow-when Loren Torino decided to do this, the two actually asked He agreed without asking, as if he wasn't worried that something would happen to him.
Is it out of trust in friends, or do they know something they don’t? This Lord Loren Torino seems to have too many secrets...
He raised his head as if he was awakened, and the night watchman suddenly laughed at himself. Thinking so much, is it possible that really treat him as a friend?
However, it doesn’t seem too bad to have such a trusted friend...
"Stop!"
The female elf walking in front Suddenly, Lance was turned sideways to block the entire group behind her. The two night watchmen instinctively pulled out their weapons and behind her, the little wizard with a bow and arrow squatted half on the ground, aiming from the gap beside Liya.
The entire group that encountered countless "encounters" without even a long time, gradually began to have some tacit understanding.
Who is that...?
When I saw the two silhouettes clearly, even the indifferent Edward’s eyes showed a bit of surprise-the priest, dressed in a plain robe, holding a wooden staff and a holy cross pendant, walked vigorously. Following a Knight who was wrapped in armor and a golden red cloak and holding a long sword, walked towards them.
Knight wearing a helmet can't see his face. The bright silver armor is covered with blood. The red long sword hangs on his side, and the uncoagulated plasma keeps falling from the tip of the sword, making Knight go red. Place.
But the priest...Edward couldn't believe his eyes. There wasn't even a tiny bit of dust on his body. The simple priest suit looked like a brand new one!
"Farnesis...bishop?"
Ain Rand, holding a bow and arrow, looked at the smiling priest incredulously, with shock in his eyes: "He, how did he Will be here?!"
"Perhaps because of the Holy Grail?" Edward muttered in a low voice, but his tone was extremely determined.
"Is this your Excellency Ayn Rand of Wimpal Academy?"
Knight stopped, and Farnesis walked up to several people gently laughed: "We are here The Academy has met once. Well, everyone, in Farnesis in Lower Lothar, the bishop of the Eboden Church, in this day of evil raging, may the Holy Cross bless us all!"
All People tensed their nerves, and saw the bishop adult with a humble smile, his gaze swept across everyone’s faces one by one, with an indisputable tone, slowly speaking:
"Now, Please tell me where your Excellency Loren Torino is, otherwise..."
His expression became cold:
"You can only ask the Holy Cross to forgive you for your sins!"
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