It was an old man, an old man who looked like he was dying, and he should have collapsed on his hospital bed a long time ago.

Tattered gray robes that leaked on all sides, a messy white hair, dull pupils, flabby skin like the living dead, age spots on his forehead, and a wooden staff that had long since decayed to keep his body from falling down immediately.

At first glance, it seems to be at least 100 years old.

From head to toe, Loren couldn't feel the slightest threat from the other party's body, but it was a miracle that the almost lifeless body could still stand!

But on the wrist of the opponent's right hand, there is a black skull rune......

It wasn't painted or tattooed, and Loren knew that better than anyone else - he himself had a similar "serpentine rune" left behind by some malevolent teenager.

Marks from the Evil Gods......

The dark-haired wizard's eyes narrowed into a slit, and the bright silver in his hand spewed gray-blue flames.

I saw that the corners of the old man's wrinkled mouth showed a slight arc, and his dim eyes looked at the three of them slowly, and he said with a voice like an abyss:

"No offense, under the name of Faoda by your name and by your name......

I am the great humble servant of the 'Wreckage';

An apostle of evil gods, hated, hated and feared by the world, representing the great 'Dead One', pays homage to the three... Fresh Life......

Best regards!"

The old man's speech was incomparably slow, so slow that he could speak every syllable and every character clearly.

But in an instant, the frightened trio even felt that their heartbeats seemed to pause for a moment.

The gray-eyed young man's eyes widened almost immediately, his delicate face was full of fear, and he stared at the old man's face in horror:

"Faoda... That legendary 'Apostle of Death' Faoda?!"

"Could it be... The creatures of the world have given the old decay a second name?" the old man slowly spoke, his expression like a dream:

"It's... It makes the old man afraid. ”

"You should be dead!"

Unable to control the fear in his heart, Lusen roared out directly, gasping sharply: "Just a few decades ago, when the ninth monster invasion, you were beheaded by His Majesty Eckhart II with a sword, haven't you?!"

"I don't know the exact process, but it's obviously not the case, right?" quietly pressed the gray-eyed boy's shoulder, and the calm black-haired wizard stepped forward slowly, the bright silver in his left hand hanging down in front of his feet:

"Otherwise, how can you stand in front of us, with the three of us... Talking about a living life?"

"Oh......" sighed softly, and Faoda's voice was still cold: "Sharp words, it seems that he is a talkative little gentleman." ”

"I conceded it, I really didn't dare to take it. The black-haired wizard smiled formulaically:

"I wonder what the Venerable Lord Faoda has come all this far, and what can I do for you? ”

"It's simple. ”

I saw this dying old "Apostle of Death" speak softly, and his tone was as cold as the wind:

"Tell me where the entrance to Niederhogg is;

And then please you... Forever ......

Rest here!"

Almost at the same time, dozens of slow-moving figures appeared in front of the three of them—rotting corpse demons holding ice crystal shields and spears, lined up in an orderly formation, and roars like ice cracks echoed on the top of the snowy mountains.

surrounded.

"Hey... Isn't that right?"

Isaac, who was hiding behind the two, couldn't help but speak, and secretly glanced at the other party in horror: "Isn't the general bridge just telling the villain the secret, and then you can survive and live like Bala Bala Bala and the like......

The sneering old man didn't answer him, and the carrion demons who had taken a step were slowly approaching.

Armed with two swords, Lusen forced his composure to look at the monsters around him, while Loren's gaze never took off the old man's body.

He claimed to be the apostle of the "Dead One", if memory serves......

"Lemantes...... That disgusting, shitty, and incredibly difficult guy. The words of a certain teenager suddenly echoed in the black-haired wizard's mind, and the tone of his voice was indescribably disgusted:

"I really didn't expect it... This guy who should have died 10,000 times a long time ago can still survive until now?"

Loren, who immediately realized something, did not change his face, but slightly curled the corners of his mouth: "Your 'acquaintance'?"

"If acquaintance is an 'acquaintance', then dear Loren is indeed - you know that there is no concept of time and space in the void, and that any new 'being' will be known immediately, so we are very familiar with each other. ”

Even if he couldn't see it, the black-haired wizard could imagine Asriel's expression now:

"But even among the most disgusting ones, Lemantes... Oh, you call this the 'Dead'? It's the most unreasonable, and the most disgusting existence from head to toe!"

"Incomprehensible aesthetics, pretentious awkward rhetoric, and strange thinking arcs...... In comparison, most of the guys who are passionate about killing and blood sacrifice are 10,000 times more simple and cutie than Lymantes!"

"But......" Just this pause, the black-haired wizard could feel some helplessness in Asrael's tone:

"Lemantes, what you call the 'Dead One' is indeed a very formidable being, and dear Loren, I suggest that you at least for the time being, it is best not to be targeted by it. ”

"Better than you and Mezca?" Loren raised an eyebrow.

"Now you have a chance to fight with the power of the 'Valve' even if Metzca is completely descended, but Lemantes ......" the young man sighed:

"It's a pity... That disgusting guy can't even give you a chance to kill himself - toying, ravaging, abusing and killing, humiliating... It's impossible to stop until you whisper a prayer for him to end. ”

Got ...... Pursing his lips, the black-haired wizard's gaze gradually became solemn.

"What are you going to do?" Lu Sien approached slightly, and forced a calm look around, "The invading evil god apostle is here, kill it, and this monster invasion will be ended!"

Loren could tell that the gray-eyed boy's heartstrings had been tensed to the limit, and it was no longer realistic to want him to keep calm - and of course, no one could have imagined that things would turn out like this.

"Before we can kill it, we'll need to find a safe way to get out of here. Calmly observing the surroundings, Loren, who spoke slowly, said softly:

"And I don't think an evil god apostle should be so easy to kill. ”

The pale Lusen bowed slightly, and his gaze kept sweeping over the approaching rotting corpse demon.

"Ladies and gentlemen, can the whispering end?" the indifferent Faoda staggered forward with a cane:

"The old man is waiting for your final answer—for the sake of the great 'Dead', I can let you choose your own way of dying. ”

"Be sure to cherish it, for this is a privilege that many poor creatures cannot hope for!"

"There are twenty-six rotting corpses in total, and at least seven of them will directly stop us at the moment of attack. Loren said calmly, his dark pupils flashing with a strange luster:

"It's probably very unlikely, but I can give you a chance. ”

"It's best if you succeed, of course, but if you fail... We need to be ready to retreat. ”

The gray-eyed boy nodded, his rapid breathing making him blush.

Isaac, who had been hiding behind all along, was thinking about something, his eyes constantly wandering back and forth between the old man and the tombstone beside him, as if he was making some very important decision.

"Is it a recent custom of the Southern Empire to keep an old man waiting?"

"It may be okay to be old, but the great 'Dead' can't wait any longer - you've made your decision, creatures......"

"The old decay will let the rotting demons tear you apart!"

At the moment of speaking, the palm of Loren's left hand suddenly crushed the red rune!

"Turin Fire" ——!