"Confirmation is the truth? It seems to be the truth. How did the other party invade? You say the entrails of the horses from Rubare? He hid in a vampire's carriage? ”

As Barsermero's subordinate, her trusted deputy certainly won't misjudge the information uploaded by her subordinates, let alone be so happy that she thinks she can control all the situations in Barsermero's absence.

The kind of person who thinks that the leader is not the first deputy or something is the most stupid.

The invaders appear to have infiltrated the Bloods who had come to the city to visit Lubaret. The time was probably before Barthomero led his team of fifty people to come here, and the deputy remembered that he met a lot of such dead apostles who came to the castle on the way, after all, the whole of Norway was a descendant of Rubaré, and it was normal for at least 5,000 dead apostles to come over.

It is said that the unknown intruder was hiding in the entrails of the horses pulling the carriage. Although it is not an uncommon means. But the Dead Apostles' horses can be called monsters. Judging from the fact that he can subdue the monster, I'm afraid the other party is not an idle person.

(Not to mention that this method is not an idle person, it should be a veteran.) And at least that kind of troublesome veteran. ）

“…… However, if humans use this method to infiltrate, they will inevitably be discovered. Since there was no commotion until he entered the city, it means that Rubare must have been unaware of the invaders. So......"

The deputy gasped.

"Dead Apostles?"

The intruder should be considered a Dead Apostle, not a magician or a surrogate. As long as you are human, you can't fool a vampire's sense of smell.

Among the Dead Apostles, there are now two factions - but if the owner of this castle is the White Winged Duke, then the other side

"Someone from the Black Hime's lineage? Is it a white knight or a black knight? Or, or "

Suddenly, the deputy thought of another possibility.

Not to a particular faction, but to all the Dead Apostles.

Acting alone, and being adept at this kind of "dirty work" of infiltrating combat without feeling insulted to his identity as a Dead Apostle.

Moreover, there is also the factor of strength.

Then a person who meets all the conditions also surfaces.

"Report to Lord Barthomero that the intruder in the castle is a Dead Apostle, and it is highly likely that he is one of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors."

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Time, go back a little bit for a while.

The fishy ** is constantly wriggling, with dozens of ribs as hard as iron, squeezing someone hidden in the belly of the demonic horse.

In order to infiltrate this ancient castle silently, the young ancestor chose such a safe method, at least not to be discovered by other dead apostles or protective barriers, and there was still a person hidden in the horse's belly.

Using a special technique, all the internal organs of the horse are reduced, so that the original function remains unchanged, and it loads itself. This is not an easy job, the shrunken inner tent must remain functional, then the connection between each other must not be broken, then in the belly of the magic horse, these internal organs form a web-like structure.

What's even more troublesome is that to sneak into the horse's belly, you have to go through the horse's chrysanthemum - although the mouth is not impossible, but before entering, the young Zu took a look at the scarlet horse eyes and the sharp inner nest teeth, and finally decided to go through the back door.

A little dirty is better than a little dangerous.

Zu, who had no self-esteem, thought so.

Dignity, what is that? Can I eat it?

Can you get the power to escape when you are ordered by your elders to carry out a mission to die?

Can you get the trait of immortality when you're bitten by other monsters?

Can you not attack your own relatives when your own blood-sucking impulse arises?

No?

So, why do you need dignity? Dignity, it is impossible for a person to get the power of revenge like this.

Unlike a certain noble magician who would arrive at the castle in a few hours, this young Zu was a dignified useless. Maybe he used to have those things, but when he turned into a ghoul and ate all his family, and then watched his beloved girl being humiliated and bitten by his "elders", he gave up his dignity.

Transformed into a [Bladed Sword].

Even if it was a demonic beast, the inside of the horse still tasted unpleasant, countless filthy slime slid down the black fleshy walls and slid down onto his body, and because of those shrunken internal organs, his body was twisted into the most difficult appearance, even if you didn't have to look at it, every moment this young ancestor was bearing countless sharp pains of twisting muscles and bones.

It's nothing.

He said in his heart.

This is nothing, compared to the pain caused to him by his previous ancestor. It's nothing like what I usually receive, the corrosion of the human body by the magic sword and the invasion of the Dead Apostles by the Holy Burial Canon

As long as I endure it, only in this way, whether it is talent or special ability, I can have the possibility of killing all the dead apostles.

Only then will I be able to complete my revenge.

The Abusath Rider, whom the Dead Apostles disparaged as the Bladed Sword, and now wields a spear and sword for revenge, made such a statement.

As a half-Dead Apostle, this will alone is enough to become the ancestor of the Eighteenth Throne.

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The evil spirit, who came only for revenge, and the girl who broke into the castle to kill the Dead Apostles, seemed to be guided by fate, and they met on the upper floors of the castle of the castle.

"Father, father!"

Silently put away the magic sword in his hand, [A.venger] (Avenger), wrapped in countless dark curses, Anhans, who looked like a demon, looked at the comer vigilantly.

Mithril's coat of iron whip is more like a male monarch than a woman, as if he can only swing the iron whip like a band, and the spirit of the wind wraps around the girl, singing a silent hymn around the girl.

In just an instant, Anhans understood the identity of the person who came.

At the same time, he also realized that the other party was the strongest enemy in this castle. Or rather, two people realized at the same time.

"Wind!"

A byte of chanting came out of the girl's lips, and with the surge of magic, the girl's magic circuit began to spin like a roaring beast. Immediately, the girl swung off her magic dress like an iron whip.

In just a moment of chanting, under the powerful power of the girl, the magic had been built into a complete form, and the narrow vacuum blade was instantly formed, mixed with countless rushing electron-like brilliance, and attacked the cursed man.

However, the other party also moved at that moment.

As the magic sword [A.venger] (Avenger) snatched from the previous generation of twenty-seven ancestors waved, the roars of countless resentful spirits rang out, and the magic power of the black long sword turned into an arc of light, flashing towards the magic of the vacuum.

The vacuum magic that could cut through the ancient city was bounced open and torn, turning into a storm of turbulence that swept through everything, and on the other hand, the sword shadow like the darkest night was also reduced to half, and even so, the sword body still cut into the black figure floating in the wind.

This was followed by a burst of four fires, and before the battle began, the Funeral Cannon was filled with bullets, and the black keys that could incinerate a ghoul to ashes in an instant were filled with the magic of the filthy Dead Apostles.

As soon as the girl's hand was raised, the holy coat made of Mithril suddenly burst out with a layer of silver brilliance, blocking the flying magic projectiles, as the queen of the Clock Tower, even if she usually doesn't pay much attention to external objects, this kind of high-level conceptual weapon will be worn on her body at any time.

Attack and defense are completed in an instant. The blow was powerful enough to crumble the walls, but the pair was only tentatively fighting. The dormitory was completely destroyed by the girl's magic blow, and the sliced hurricane tore apart the masonry that blessed the magic, turning the entire floor into an open platform.

"It's a magician."

With a click, the black vampire opened the spear's magazine with a flick of his wrist, causing the magic sword [A.venger] to take form and clip into it. Although the body is soaked with a curse that even a girl would frown at. But the eyes of the black vampire are clearly those of a rational person.

Yes, the current Eighteenth Ancestor, who swore to ride Anhans, still had a human element in his body, even though it was only about half of it, but it was indeed with absolute willpower that he snatched back from the blood of the Dead Apostles, that human rationality - no, perhaps it should be said that resentment was his rationality. The fact that he couldn't exist without that resentment is really fitting for his name as a vengeful ghost.

"It's you, the Dead Apostle who hunted the Dead Apostles."

The girl showed a knowing expression, and slowly put away the iron whip in her hand.

Rumors about him began to circulate not long ago. There was a Dead Apostle who hunted the Apostles. Although battles between Dead Apostles are not uncommon. They use the change of dominance circles, the playful struggle of power as a form of entertainment. It wasn't a bad thing for the Dead Apostles to take down the Dead Apostles. Destroying someone else's territory, or being destroyed by someone else's territory, does not change the number of Dead Apostles.

But the man in front of him is different. He destroyed the Dead Apostles themselves. Crush the opponent's head, kill all the bloods, and burn the entire territory. His approach was close to that of the maidens and the vicarious—there was even gossip that the man had joined the burial apparatus of the Templar Church, and had been absorbed by the undisciplined men who knew only power.

For the Dead Apostles, a brawler whose goal is to "destroy the Dead Apostles", even the Dead Apostles are hopelessly traitors. So much so that the dead apostles, who knew him, looked at his name with contempt.

"I thought I was the first to arrive, but I was the second?"

The girl's eyes suddenly became sharp.

The girl knows each other. Although it has its strength, it is far from itself. Its strength is at most twice that of Rubare, and although it has the title of ancestor, it does not have the superior strength of the twenty-seven ancestors. With that level of ordinariness, it will not make the girl feel uneasy.

If there was anything that angered the girl, it was only to the fact that it was not herself who was the first to arrive. This is already a heavy blow to Barsermelo who always encourages himself as the strongest.

"Forget it, I'll allow you that little thing. We arrived at almost the same time this time, and you'll be thankful that you didn't show up before me, Dead Apostle. Finally, the girl exhaled, raised her chin in a commanding manner, and looked at the Dead Apostle with haughty eyes, but the other party did nothing at all, just closed his eyes and used his own perception to search for the prey.

It's not like being caught up in your own attack and dying, even if it's weak, it's not going to be so weak. The Dead Apostles, who had come for revenge, thought.

Speaking of that "Rubare", isn't it a little weaker?

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At the same time, it was still outside the castle, and it was still the same subordinate who reported to the deputy.

"It's not an incredible thing, since Rubarre is a dead apostle who wants to inherit the tenth empty seat, naturally there will be a certain ancestor who will come to visit and report it immediately, if you play too much, Lord Barthomelo will be angry."

Although she thought so, the deputy outside the castle would never have known that at this time, the Lord Barthomero in her mouth had already confronted the intruder.

However, it seems that there is more to the report than that.

The magician of the brigade who came to report said while tilting his neck.

"There's another strange thing."

A member of the group reported seeing traces of magic that they had seen before, based on some missing fractures that should not have existed.

It's like, the barrier there has been [killed].

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