When the figure in front of him suddenly disappeared, Hardy Merce knew that he might have made a big mistake, and immediately used his strongest means.

Then, when a gray cube-shaped apparition appeared in front of him, Hardy Merce finally cried out in fear.

"You're not a thief...... You're an Assassin!"

But no one responded to Hardy Merce's cries, only the gray cube apparition swirled in the air, and the unequal holes in it appeared and disappeared.

This is a dice, hexahedral dice that are unequal from one point to six points.

And as the dice continued to rotate and roll, Hardy Merce faintly felt that the spiritual power around him had a slight disordered fluctuation, and this small dice seemed to pry the rules of spiritual power between heaven and earth.

Hardy Merce is an exorcist and is in the dark as his business, so when he saw this legendary die, he knew that he was in a very dangerous situation, and he picked up the silver scepter in his hand and quickly retreated to the corner.

The walls of Russell Cathedral were made of solid rock, and as long as the back was against the corner of the stone wall, the danger of the back and sides could be removed, forcing the hidden Assassin to fight him head-on.

That'...... There may be a silver lining.

But as soon as Hardy Morse moved, he felt a figure appear behind his right side, and his silver scepter just swung to the left.

"Ahh

A flash of blood rushed out, and despite Hardy Merce's best efforts to twist his body to dodge, the dagger cut a deep hole in his right shoulder.

"Holy Light Exorcism!"

Hardy Merce endured the pain, and the spiritual power in his body began to tremble at a special frequency, and a light began to circulate around his body, illuminating all the corners around him.

Hardy Merce anxiously lowered his head and searched the ground, anything should be shadowed under the bright light, as long as he found the shadow of the assassin, he could take certain defensive measures, so as not to be as defenseless as he is now.

Unfortunately, there is only Hardy Merce's own shadow on the ground, or for the time being, only his own shadow.

"Who the hell are you?"

Hardy Merce was horrified, he had already lost his senses, he had only heard of the power of this gray dice, but it was the first time he had seen its strangeness, he had already responded according to the method taught by his teacher, but he still could not find the trace of the other party, get rid of the shadow of death.

"Ahh

Suddenly, in the light, a gray shadow flashed again.

Hardy Morse let out another scream, and the right thigh was sliced open, and blood began to splatter uncontrollably.

"Holy ..... Therapy.... Technique"

Hardy Mues trembled and cast a healing method on himself, the warm light fell on his wound, the blood flow suddenly slowed down, and the flesh that had been cut off began to heal slowly and automatically.

Hardy Merce looked up at the gray light dice, which were still reversing and had no intention of stopping.

For the first time in his life, Hardy Merse felt a chill in his heart, and for the first time in his life, he tasted despair.

Hardy Merce now pinned all his hopes on the knights of the Church outside the door of the reference room, and his scream was loud enough that they should have heard it...... Right?

But hope lasted only for a moment, and then Hadimus felt a pain in his chest, and the strength of his body quickly left him, and he finally saw the assassin clearly.

Gray-green eyes were two feet in front of Hardy Merce, and with a flick of his wrist, he pulled out the dagger that had been plunged into Hardy Merce's chest, and deftly avoided the rapid splattering of blood.

"I told you, I'm not a thief, I'm Loew, Loew Bell!"

Hardy Merce had already felt his life running out quickly, and his gaze looked behind Loew Bell behind him, and the gray phantom dice had finally stopped flipping, and it finally showed a score of three.

"Is it just a three? Is it too strong with the dice of trickery? Or am I ....... Too weak?"

Loew Bell said lightly: "Three o'clock is good, I have never encountered five o'clock." ”

"You are higher than me, but you have fallen into darkness and will die in the light......! Eternal life in the light ......" Hardy Merce slowly closed his eyes and calmly uttered his last words.

A faint glow began to emanate from his body, slowly blending into the space around him, and when the glow disappeared, Hardy Merce's whole person was lifeless, but his face was calm, and his whole person appeared peaceful and reverent.

"Hehe! Darkness and Light...... Who knows?"

Loew Bell smiled wryly and turned to the spot where Hardy Merce had stood before he found out where he had been. The scribbled manuscript was lying open on the neat wooden floor.

Loew Bell crouched down to pick up the manuscript and flipped through the cover to look at it, frowning slightly.

"Notes on the Miracles of Crohn, who is Crohn?"

Loew Bell couldn't remember the author of the manuscript for a long time, but he was quickly drawn to one of the pages.

"The pious Shercema was favored by the gods, and his whole being turned into the sun, and the pure light shone on the Crassel Church, making it impossible to see anything other than the light, and when the light disappeared, the deformed body of Sheersema returned to normal, from a dying ordinary person to a saint of light......."

Loew Bell's gray-green eyes sparkled, and he muttered to himself, "This exorcist has seen a miracle, who is so lucky, and who is it...... So unlucky?"

A few hours later, night fell, and the dim sunlight no longer let in through the vents in the stone walls of the data room.

In the shadowy corner of the corner stepped Loew Bell, who looked at the already cold exorcist on the floor, took off his hat and bowed to him slightly.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't want to kill you, but I couldn't hold back my laughter. ”

The light figure climbed silently against the stone wall, and after a short pause next to the vent, it turned into a gray shadow, strangely passed through the narrow vent, and disappeared into the night outside.

Silence returned to the room, and the rest of the room seemed to have changed except for a corpse on the floor.

But the silence didn't last long, and at midnight, the door to the library opened again.

"Your Excellency, Brother Hardy entered the reference room in the afternoon and locked the door, probably looking for some important information.......

Two knights of the church guard followed a man dressed in pure white clerical robes.

Tall and thin, with a steady and resolute face, a pair of pale blue eyes as deep as the sea without any emotion, and the red cross-shaped logo on the chest of the pure white clergyman's robe showed his identity as the bishop of the Church of Light.

There is only one bishop in Russell Cathedral, Kelvin Leslie.

"Huh?"

Kelvin Leslie stopped abruptly, the peculiar smell in the air alerting him.

Ferent is a front-line fortress, as the bishop of Russell Cathedral, he often appears on the battlefield with the military, how can he not smell blood.

A pure white light suddenly appeared in the air of the data room, reflecting the dark space as bright as day, and also reflected the corpse of the exorcist monk.

"What's going on?"

Kelvin's anger carried a terrifying aura, echoing in the night, spreading throughout the Ferent Fortress.

"Bishop..... Big..... people, today there are only ...... Viscount Forde had seen Brother Hardy. ”