Theodore sat down, closed the book on the table, looked at Jerome's right hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled slightly, and sighed faintly: "You ask me if I am still faithful to my past vows, and my answer is yes and no. ”

Jerome gently pushed the end of the scabbard away with his thumb, and the sharp blade emitted light that shone on the ceiling of the room.

"Everything I do is for the well-being of the alien race, and that hasn't changed. Theodore sat up straight, the expression on his face not angry, "But, obeying the will of the Presbyterian Church, I can't do it anymore now." ”

"Why?!"

"Compared to the violence and cruelty of the Presbyterians, I have found a better place to protect the dignity and lives of the xenomorphs. ”

Jerome's sword was drawn halfway, and his eyes became colder and colder: "Knights of the Twilight, are you going to join the Church? Do you think that these murderers under the banner of Heavenly Father are the hope of the alien species?"

Theodore did not directly refute Jerome's accusations, but asked him a question: "How did you feel during your time in Twilight?"

Jerome was stunned and asked with some hesitation, "How do you know I've been in Twilight lately?"

"It's not just you, the uninvited guests in Twilight Town, the Inquisition, the Silver Ring Kingdom, and the Barbarian Secret Agents...... The Relief Society has all its whereabouts. Back to my question, what do you think of Twilight?"

Jerome looked away, his tone full of uncertainty: "That's a strange place......"

Theodore was interested, urging, "Tell me about it." ”

"The aliens who live there will not be discriminated against by others, let alone arrested and persecuted. They have decent jobs, good pay, and some of them are even respected and even admired by the people around them. ”

The more Jerome spoke, the more confused he became.

Theodore looked at this former disciple and slowly asked, "Why is this happening?"

Jerome's blade retracted its scabbard, and he followed the old man's topic, repeating in a low voice, "yes, why is this happening......"

"In the past, I lamented the injustice suffered by the alien species, and was angry at the suffering suffered by the alien species. With the idea of ending the war and fighting for equality, he joined the Presbyterian Church, and once thought that the only way to make the world accept the existence of aliens was through violence. Theodore touched the beard on his chin and laughed, "The presence of Twilight made me realize that I had made a mistake. It turns out that if you want to integrate into the world and be accepted by people, war is not a must. ”

Jerome closed his eyes, shook his head, and said, "I'm not as optimistic as you. After all, Twilight is also the land of the Church, and its independence will not last long. Sooner or later, the stakes will still be all over this seaside town, and the xenos will ultimately have to rely on themselves to survive......"

"If you're worried about the Twilight Knights' rebellion, you're worried that the Church will regain control of that land. Then I can tell you that as long as you spend a little more time in Twilight and talk to Todd, the head of the Knights, you won't have these questions anymore. ”

Jerome took a step forward, "If, I'm talking about if, Twilight is not really an accomplice of the Church, as you described. So, Lord Theodore, come with me back to the Presbyterian Church, where you have been a mentor and have saved countless lives, and your introduction to the High Council about the town of Twilight and the Knights of Twilight will be the best opportunity to change everything. ”

Theodore looked at the four members of the 'Conflict Legion' in front of him, slowly dispersed, fanned around him, and smiled bitterly: "Having said so much, you still don't believe me, an old man. ”

"It's not a matter of believing it or not, Lord Theodore, and in a way, I'm protecting you. In case you didn't know, Grand Elder Clarence has arrived in the Kingdom of the Silver Ring......"

Theodore's eyes narrowed slightly, and the irrepressible anger in his voice said, "That bastard who eats people as a pastime!"

Jerome analyzed the relationship for the old man: "If you agree to go to the Presbyterian Church with me and explain everything clearly, with your status as a mentor and a large number of students, the members of the High Council will most likely be persuaded to accept the Knights of the Twilight." As soon as the Knights of the Twilight West enter the Council of Elders, the original power structure will be changed. You also know that there are many people in Council who have an oppositional view of the arbitrariness of the elders as long as you shout. ”

"But if you insist on going your own way, even if you can repel us. But the Grand Elder and his men will bring disaster to the entire Relief Society, and your research, your work, will eventually fall into the hands of the careerists in the Council of Elders. Lord Theodore, for the sake of being your student, believe me once and return to the Presbyterian Church with me. ”

Theodore looked at the man in front of him with a solemn expression, and just as he was about to speak, the bookcase in the room was knocked to the ground by a huge force.

Seven "Necromantic Heirs" broke into the room through the secret door, led by monsters, crawling on the ground with their hands and feet, one arm as strong as a stone pillar, the other as thin as firewood, the head that originally belonged to Marcos, has sunk into the chest, and can no longer be seen, this is the guy in the "Battle of the North Stone".

"We've fallen into a trap!"

"It's a trap!"

The three men who were with Jerome raised their weapons and engaged in a grappling with the monsters.

Theodore looked at the scene in front of him in amazement, and said to himself, "How could anyone know about the existence of this secret door? I didn't summon the 'Necromantic Inheritor'!

The Kitajima warrior held a two-handed sword in his left hand and a giant hammer in his right hand, the skin on his body gradually turned red, his muscles swelled as if inflated, and a sharp horn like a goat gradually emerged from his forehead. Each of his attacks had the power of opening up mountains and cracking stones, every step made the room shake slightly, and every wound made his body even larger, and finally even higher than the roof, and he could only bow his body to fight.

The dwarf pulled out his dagger and crouched down, the light projecting around him, gradually distorting and changing, and finally he seemed to be invisible, without a trace.

Theodore found a bone whistle in the drawer of his desk and blew it into it. To his surprise, this method of controlling the 'Necromantic Inheritor' actually lost its effect, and the monsters continued to attack.

"How is this possible?!" Theodore looked at the thing in his hand, his eyes straightened, and soon he saw something strange, although the bone whistle in front of him was very similar, but it was a complete counterfeit!

"Someone came to my lab and dropped my stuff......" Theodore was stunned.

At this time, Jerome drew the long sword in his right hand and untied the glove of his left hand, and the ninth-ranked person in the "Discord Legion" finally showed his ability - "Split".

Unlike his normal right hand, Jerome's left hand is more like a demonic limb, with skin covered in crimson scales and fingers turning into sharp claws. Anything he touches with his left hand will decompose into a more initial substance.

Metal will turn into a substance like mineral powder, wood will turn into a fiber-like raw material, and flesh will be cracked into a pile of goe with white foam.

Under the blows of the three of them, most of the Necromantic Inheritors were torn to pieces in less than a round. But a steady stream of monsters poured in from the secret door.

The small space, coupled with the chaotic and unsuspecting abilities of the Necro Inheritor, gradually began to balance the balance of victory, and the situation became more and more unfavorable for the Legion of Discord.

Finally, the first warrior fell, and in an instant the skeleton was devoured by the necromancy, and the second dwarf was caught and gnawed, and only let out a cry for help, and then there was no longer life.

In the end, only Theodore, Jerome, and the tattooed man were left alive in the room.

"Take Master Theodore first!" Jerome shouted at the tattooed man as he grabbed the necromancer's head with his left hand and watched it turn to slime in the smoke.

The latter took advantage of the gap in dodging to look at the dense necromancers in the room, nodded, and moved towards Theodore little by little.

At this moment, a puff of black smoke floated out of the secret door, over the heads of everyone, and wrapped Theodore's body.

A roar of rage came from the mouth of the president of the relief society.

When the tattooed man arrived, the black smoke cleared, and the old man's body fell out of it and crashed into the former's arms.

Bright red blood stained from the old man's chest, like a live fish that had left a water source, its mouth wide open, but it could no longer make any sound.

"Lord Theodore!" Jerome looked back at the tragic scene, stunned, shocked, remorseful, and uneasy...... All kinds of expressions appeared on his face for a moment. A brief loss of consciousness allowed the necromancers to find an opportunity, leaving a deep wound on the former's back.

The door to the room was slammed open by the members of the relief society, and the first person to break in saw the tattooed man's arms covered in blood and screamed, "Oh my God!