The man hid his face in a gray hood and a long cloak, except for his blue eyes, which shone with a palpitating light in the smoke, and beside him lay a great sword on the ground, thick and simple, but sharp as iron.

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The other party stretched out a hand with steel armor gloves from his long cloak and gently grasped the great sword.

"It feels ......"

Rafast frowned slightly, the aura revealed by the other party now became much weaker, as if everything before was an illusion, and the person standing in front of him felt like an ordinary mortal, without any power.

In front of Lafast, the Twelve Paladins formed an impenetrable line of defense, and even a legendary powerhouse needed a certain amount of strength to break through, so he had nothing to fear.

But the person in front of him was so weird that for a moment, Lafast even thought that the other party's existence itself was fictional, because the aura was too ethereal, even weaker than ordinary people, more like a dying person before death.

At the moment when Lafast hesitated, the other party moved.

He slowly drew his broadsword from the ground, and walked forward, walking slowly and calmly.

Although he didn't feel any trace of power, Lafast still felt that the person in front of him had a much heavier oppressive force than a gold-rank powerhouse, and he unconsciously waved his hands and commanded his twelve holy horsemen to attack.

The mutation happened in an instant.

Before Lafast could react, he felt his vision begin to become unstable, and then moved towards the sky, waiting for a spin to see his body still in mid-air, and from his neck, viscous and moist blood gushed out of the neat wound section, like a fountain in the central square of Ramirez.

In the corner of his vision, Lafast saw that the twelve holy knights he was proud of were leaning backwards in different postures, and the existence of the twelve golden ranks could not delay even a breath of the opponent's sword.

When it was completely on the ground, Lafast saw the man standing in front of his body with a sword in one hand.

From where he had been at the beginning, to the front of Lafast, it was exactly one hundred and twenty paces.

One hundred and twenty steps, twelve people.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles.

Consciousness was hazy for a while, and Lafast seemed to see his young self, peeking in the attic of the theater to watch the men and women in gorgeous costumes stage a play of life's joys and sorrows, and his heart was extremely longing, but if he really wanted to become a qualified actor, in addition to acting, he also needed to dedicate his own body, between the beds of those famous playwrights and directors.

Finally, the night that Lafast awakened to his powers, he turned all the people who had hurt him into alchemy dolls, then disappeared, only to be found by the Templars years later and recruited as the Night's Watch to sweep away heresy.

Everything is gone with the wind, Lafast finally closes its eyes, the show ends, the stage is abandoned, and the world is silent.

Nia and Ai Xue, who were not far away, saw the beheaded Lafast, but they had two different expressions.

"Sure enough......"

Ai Xue shook her head, her guess didn't seem wrong.

"Amira?"

Nia, on the other hand, saw the headless body of the young girl, and her eyes were full of horror.

She couldn't have imagined that Amira was the real mastermind behind the scenes, and everything was Amira's script.

Whether it's letting Nia see what happened to her and Srein, or using Srein to trick Nia, or even killing herself, it's all arranged by the script.

Amira is like a child immersed in her own world, staging a drama.

"It seems that this is his body, but I didn't expect it to be such a young child. ”

Ai Xue pondered.

"Marilyn Lafast, the sixth judge of the 'script maker', must have made the first alchemy doll she made, and she was herself. ”

In response to Ai Xue was the hooded man, his voice low and somewhat magnetic.

This is Miss Ai Xue's brother?

Nia peeked at the other party, the man's entire face was hidden in the hood, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly, but judging by the voice, it was indeed an adult man.

"This is the Nia you talked about earlier?"

Sensing Nia's gaze, the man asked Ai Xue softly.

"Yes, she was swept in. ”

Ai Xue shrugged and touched Nia's head.

"The Concealment Circle has failed, and in less than a quarter of an hour, they will be aware of my presence, and they will need to move quickly. ”

The man said as if helplessly, and then gently placed his hand on the top of Nia's head.

"Go back and you'll forget everything you've seen today. ”

As if a spell, Nya's eyes immediately drifted, she nodded, then turned and walked down the road back to town.

"Will they do anything to this town?"

Ai Xue was a little worried, looking at Nia's distant back.

"The appointed time has not yet come, and they will not rashly expose themselves. ”

The man raised his hand and stroked Ai Xue's long hair, trying to reassure the girl.

"Your Body ......"

Ai Xue leaned over, snuggled into the man's arms, and said with a little worry.

"I should have known that Greyius fused his sword with half of his soul and hid it in the world, in fact, to have enough souls to wait for a thousand years to be fully resurrected. ”

In the past four years, Ai Xue has basically sorted out the ins and outs of things.

In order to resist the fate of the Sage, Greyius adopted the method of sealing the purest soul in a weapon, the sword that absorbed the souls of all the creatures he slain, and constantly guided the wielder to follow the trajectory set by Greyios.

In fact, over the course of a thousand years, the longsword had absorbed millions of souls, refining and condensing them until the last bearer died, and the longsword turned into a corpse, possessed by a soul that "accidentally" descended.

Since then, the will of Gresius has been directing the actions of that soul, with the aim of making his body stronger enough to be able to carry the will of the Sage.

Eventually, four years ago, at the Great Sanctuary of Ramirez, Greysius regained all his powers, regained his status as a saint, and disappeared.

And the soul left above the long sword is only a wisp left.

It took four long years for the soul to reshape itself and stand on the earth again.

"Graceus, I'm back. ”

Man, Rosen whispered.