The cold winter winds dissipated the surrounding ice fog slightly, leaving only the golden sunlight in the distance shining on the snow on the wallpiles, giving an unobstructed view of the glaciers and snow-capped mountains in the wasteland.

"It's... Spectacular sight. ”

The one-armed knight of the guard walked to the edge of the city wall, squinting at the distant landscape, and his grim face softened slightly, feeling the tranquility of the moment.

"You survived. ”

Fanecis spoke slowly, silently walking to the side of the knight of the guard, while looking at the other man's empty "right arm".

"Fortunately, Lord Fanesis. ”

The sudden opening of the knight of the guard made Farnes turn his gaze, and the tall and standing figure was kneeling in front of him on one knee, with a serious expression and a fierce fanaticism in his eyes:

"But it's a pity... We are only temporarily putting the Apostle of the Evil God into a coma, and perhaps within a few decades or even a dozen years, it will be able to awaken again and return to the world, and in this way, at most, it will only delay the deadline for the invasion of the monsters!"

"That's enough. ”

Fanesis closed his eyes slightly, his expression was serious and solemn: "The apostle of the evil god has a part of the power that originally belonged to the evil god, and it is not an exaggeration to call it an 'incarnation', especially an apostle like Phaoda who has lasted for several eras, it is no longer comparable to ordinary people!"

"What's more... Of all the results, this is the perfect one. ”

The Guardian Knight was silent, and as a "Guardian Knight" he could not contradict his allegiance, but still knelt in front of Fanecis.

"After losing your right arm, do you still have the strength to continue wielding the 'Bright Star'?" said Farnes, who opened his eyes, meaningfully: "We still have a long way to go, this is not an easy road, and there may not even be a chance to turn back." ”

"And you have proven your faith in the Holy Cross that there is no need for any 'salvation'. ”

"For the Holy Cross, and for your ......," replied the knight of the Guard, as if he had not heard the hint in his words at all, as if he had not heard the hint of his words at all, as stern and rigid as ever:

"I will fight to the death——!"

Fanesis's gaze fell on the resolute face of the other party, and after only a moment of hesitation, he turned to the spire that stood in the distance, and his eyes became much colder again:

"Loren Turin and his two friends have taken the lead and are heading within the walls, and this vile wizard has not heeded my advice, and has chosen to go his own way. ”

"Are you going to chase them?"

"No, there is no need for that—because they are still following the same path that the 'apostates' have taken, and the only route they know. ”

"But in reality, that's the wrong way to go!"

"Death has come upon them, and the foolish are still unaware. Fanecis smiled coldly:

"As for us, we just need to follow the really 'right' route to the 'Dragon King's Tower'. ”

"Everything is planned, everything is the intended ending!"

The knight of the guard stood up and stood faithfully at Farnes' side, his head bowed, trying to hide his urge to speak.

"You actually have one more question, don't you?"

"Lord Fanesis......"

"Don't open your mouth, I know what you're trying to ask. Fanecis, who had his back to the knight of the guard, had a cold face and said in an almost contemptuous tone:

"Yes, although Faoda is temporarily in a coma, the rotting demons he summoned will not disappear from nowhere, on the contrary, they will continue to exist for a long time. ”

"As for their goals......"

..........................................

While Farnesis and his bodyguards arrived at the high wall, Loren and his party continued their march along the "inner city" deeper into the "elevated corridor" that towered within the city of Nidhogg.

At the same time, the two people passing by the bridge can also have an unobstructed view of the entire outer city.

The imposing and ornate elevated corridors, which are wide enough to allow at least twenty-two or four-wheeled carriages to move side by side, are beneath the pure white stone bricks of the same as the walls and towers, carved with intricate and allegorical patterns;

Even now, thousands of years later, the patterns on it are still clear, and there is not even the slightest trace of wear and tear.

On both sides of this grand corridor are stone monuments of all sizes, engraved with long inscriptions—although the "writing" of the Dragon Kingdom has long been lost along with the destruction of the kingdom, it seems to be close to ancient runes in terms of writing format, full of ancient elegance and mystery.

But... Despite its grandeur, magnificence, and elegance, this is a city that has long been lost.

In the streets beneath the "elevated corridors", the original buildings have long since collapsed, leaving only piles of white rubble and ruins, broken columns and snow-covered carvings still telling the glory of the past, and only the echo of the cold wind does not completely fall into a dead silence.

This is no longer a "city", but a huge ruin composed of broken walls and still standing palaces, a pure white tombstone belonging to the former "Dragon Kingdom......

"I always have a question. ”

Isaac, who was walking in the front, looked at the stone tablets on both sides of the corridor and asked Loren behind him in a curious tone:

"I remember the white-bearded man named Faoda saying that he was an apostle of Lemantes the 'Dead' and could not have been killed—so since he couldn't die or had already died once, how did you defeat him?"

Lu Sien, who was also "inadvertently" on the side, pricked up his ears with a side face, obviously curious about this matter.

"Not to defeat it, to be precise, but to make Dioda temporarily unconscious. Loren shrugged his shoulders very inappropriately, and he really didn't want to say it a second time after explaining it once:

"Of course, this is not easy to do, the Guardian Knight lost his right arm, and we were almost beaten to death by the carrion demons, so we are very glad that we survived!"

The gray-eyed boy still had an inexplicable expression, but Isaac had already understood that for wizards, the premise of using and manipulating the power of the void was to maintain sanity and sobriety in consciousness, if he temporarily lost consciousness......

Even if the apostle is "blessed" by the evil god, it should be impossible to be unharmed, right?

Lusen slowed down slightly, he didn't want to get into this kind of conversation between wizards, but he couldn't help but ask a tentative question:

"But what about the rotting corpses?"

"What?"

Before the gray-eyed boy's voice fell, the two people walking in front turned their heads almost in unison, which made him stunned for a moment:

"Uh, I mean those monsters......"

"Yes, the rotting demons out there, thousands. Isaac frowned, "What's wrong?"

"In the past few invasions, once the Apostles of the Evil God have been defeated, usually these rotting demons will also collapse and disintegrate. Lusen's eyes moved slightly, and he hesitated for a moment before continuing:

"But now they're still out there, and they show no signs of going away. ”

Surprised for a moment, the black-haired wizard's gaze flickered slightly, and he gently pursed the corners of his mouth.

Truly... I actually missed this point.

But it also had something to do with the fact that he and the Guardian Knights alone were not enough to defeat Phaoda on their own, and the extremely weak Asriel only knocked him into a coma rather than shattering his consciousness.

So what will the rotting demons who have lost their owners but still have a huge number of them do? I really never thought about it, I just thought about not interfering with my actions.

Could it be ......

"That's right, dear Loren, it's the 'isn'......'" Asriel's soft and sleek tone came to mind, and his deliberately slowed voice was a little sly:

"What will these stupid and useless monsters do without the command of their master? ”

A trace of coldness flashed in Loren's eyes, suppressing his sudden outburst of killing intent:

"You knew it from the beginning, right?"

"Otherwise, poor Asriel has warned you—I will grant your request for 'sorty' reasons. ”

The young man laughed and said sweetly and softly:

"Besides the Broken Mountain Fortress, can they go somewhere else?"