Something weird happened.

The beautiful body, which had lost its life, not only did not fall, but maintained its original posture and stood in the spire, standing in front of Rubare.

Seeing this strange scene, Rubari instinctively felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know where the bad came from.

In an instant, with a superspeed that seemed to be able to catch up with these doubts, he quickly retreated. Although he was very young compared to the real Zuhai, he had a talent that would not disgrace his name as a great nobleman.

Then, he heard a voice.

Strange sounds.

It is not the same as the air vibrating sound that vibrates the tympanic membrane.

That's more essential—the friction of aliens that can't exist in this dimension, the friction that the soul seems to have heard directly.

Immediately afterward, a breath that does not belong to this world emanates from the "inside of the orange".

It was an indescribable magic, and even the secret treasure that Rubarre regarded as the most relied on could not match this magic power, and it was a terrifying magic that made people feel desperate.

At the same time, the strange voice, which no one had ever heard before, became even more harsh, so harsh that Rubare wanted to go crazy.

With a slight "pop", Orange's belly shattered.

It wasn't clothes or flesh and bones, but it was peeled away like the material of a statue—the wound that had been cracked there was a kind of "door".

From its slightly open slits, only pitch black could be seen. Even the Dead Apostle's dark vision, which was far beyond that of a human, could not be seen, it was as if the darkness with a physical form was contained inside.

Darkness of darkness.

There is no end or even distance, infernal hell.

At the bottom of the darkness, where no magic, no light of science and technology could reach, there were two rays of light shining.

It was two, two eyes—it didn't fit the definition of an eye in the ordinary sense, but Rubare knew it was two eyes.

The "Dead Apostle of the Lake" let out a syllabic scream in his throat.

Orange's body crumbled, and a black shadow stretched out of it with swift momentum.

Thorny tentacles and ominous hooks bound the Dead Apostles, who had retreated into the corner, harming their masters.

"Hmm...... Uh......"

Reason told Rubare that he should resist, but his body could not make any movements, and could only watch as his body was bound by tentacles and hooks, dragged into the "door" of Aozaki Orange, and chewed by thousands of sharp teeth.

At this moment, Rubaré felt the dying emotions of the sacrifices whose blood he had squeezed out, a feeling called fear, enough to crush the fear of the soul. Even if it is only eaten away at the size of a fingertip, the feelings are completely covered with negative emotions.

It's over, it's over.

Whether it was the life of the Dead Apostle or the ideals of the ancestors, they were all over.

The monster began to eat from his feet in thousands of small bites. He could only be eaten alive like this, and before he lost consciousness, he only had the sight of his head to meet the puppeteer who had lost his life.

Her eyes didn't close, as if to look at this terrible death. For some reason, Rubaré felt that this empty look was full of contempt, as if to say - I am not bluffing, saying that I will kill you, I will kill you.

Father, you really shouldn't have anything to do with these monsters!

The last piece of brain pulp was chewed.

That is, the final thoughts of the "Dead Apostles of the Lake".

He didn't have time to activate that precious treasure until he died.

The monster that had devoured the Dead Apostle was not satisfied, and the dark "box" that had lost its form and could only be seen in a hazy way spread outward again. Ten times more than before, a hundred times more thorny tentacles were liberated from the inside of the dark "box" in one fell swoop.

Floor.

Wall.

Column.

and even decoration.

These tentacles dragged everything they touched into the body that lurked in the "box", leaving the outside world with a darkness deeper than the land of eternal night, and a mad magic that continued to spread.

All who witnessed this scene, whether Dead Apostles or humans, were stunned.

The humans were fine, because they had been informed in advance that it was a gift from Orange for Rubaré, but they didn't expect it to be so exaggerated.

The Dead Apostles were terrified, shocked by the indescribable horror of the monster, and feared the monster's ability to kill their ancestors.

The Dead Apostles in the castle are all related to Rubarre's bloodline, and once he passes, all the Dead Apostles will feel something, and the heirs who have directly obtained the "original solution" and power from Rubarre will also be implicated and their strength will be reduced.

As a direct result, the slaughter of Sakura, Fujino, and Lorelea went more smoothly.

Fujino, who was in charge of the eastern part of the spire, twisted the last Dead Apostle in the area, and Sakura, who was teamed up with her, stabbed the Dead Apostle in the heart with a "sharpshooter bow knife", killing him once and for all.

Then the two girls looked at the spire, which was already halfway covered in darkness.

"The teacher seems to have succeeded. ”

"Well, let's hurry over and meet up with Sister Orange. ”

On the other side, Lorelaia, who is single-handed, is also looking at the monster that wantonly shows its presence. She remembered a legend she had heard from the Observatory Kallion.

Legend has it that one of the targets of the "Seal Designation", the "crown" puppeteer Orange Aosaki has a monster. This monster has no name, only that it has always been in the hands of Aozaki Orange, but no one has seen through its true face as a mystery, and maybe even Aozaki Orange himself does not know the true situation of the monster.

The only thing known is the fact that this monster can't speak, and the fact that it devours double-digit executors, and most importantly - this monster is immortal!

"Actually released such a monster, what the hell is Aozaki Orange thinking?"

Loreleia flicked her ponytail and turned to run in the direction of the spire, not forgetting to blast the female dead apostle who had escaped from her hands into ashes before leaving.

The three girls arrived almost at the same time, and the first thing they said was to ask about the fog painting who was guarding outside the tower.

"Teacher/Miss Orange/Sister, what about people?"

The asked Kiri-e had a strange expression on his face, "Uh, Miss Orange is with my body. ”

"What?" "The three girls, you look at me, I look at you, all at a loss.

Orange was with them ten minutes ago, why did she run to Oslo hundreds of kilometers away?

"That, Sister Orange said that the specific method is a secret. ”

"Did she say what to do with this here, leave this guy alone, it might be able to swallow the whole castle. "After all, Loreleia is the queen of the clock tower, so she is more thoughtful.

With that, she said that when its eyes were revealed, she would just throw the box over. ”

Fog-painted was carrying an oversized suitcase, the cube shape reminiscent of a legendary object.

"The box that sealed the monster in mythology... It's worthy of Aozaki oranges, and even such things can be made. It seems that this operation is over, but unfortunately Shinji can't be contacted, and he can't tell him the good news, where did the second magician take him? ”

Unbeknownst to Lorelea, her casual remark was the standard answer, and the boy they had been concerned about had gone to another world, one called Fate apocrypha.

PS: The hole cards that are currently inclined to oranges come from the Cthulhu Mythos, and anyone who has seen it will have a sharp drop in San value. That is to say, Orange and Hengfei Ji (Fu Niang, real name François, marshal ally, the original owner of the Church Ben) killed each other dozens of times, and it was completely a Cthulhu civil war.