The night was getting darker, but there was still no sign of the blizzard stopping.

In the howling cold wind, the ice-cracking roars of the rotting corpses could no longer be heard between the glaciers and snowy mountains that had fallen behind the black curtain, and the only thing that could be clearly seen among the stars was the majestic shadow of Nidhogg in the distance.

The black-haired wizard, who had been on the run for a whole day under the pursuit of the monster army, hid in a cave that was not deep in the snow-capped mountains, gasping desperately, his violently beating heart almost bursting through his chest, tearing his entire body in half!

Clutching the "bright silver" in his hand tightly, Loren, who was breathing disordered, sat on the ground leaning against the mountain wall, his dark pupils staring motionless at the entrance of the cave, his eyes did not shift for a moment.

He's waiting, waiting for the guy who'd been chasing him all day to find himself.

And the other party will definitely come.

For no other reason, being an apostle of Lymantes is enough - the lackeys of the "Dead One" naturally have the same "fetishes" as their owners.

Desperation, discouragement, and the lingering aftermath of siege......

That's all it takes for perverted lunatics, isn't it?

The wind and snow outside the cave have not stopped, and the cold and biting wind has gradually stiffened and numbed the body, and little by little it has swallowed up the residual heat in the tired body, and the left hand holding the hilt of the sword must keep moving so as not to lose consciousness.

His bloodshot eyes were bloodshot under the tousled hairends, barely making it clear in the dimly lit night, and the black-haired wizard licked his chapped lips as hard as he could.

In the blurred vision, a hobbled figure appeared outside the cave.

"Talkative little gentleman, I didn't expect us to meet again so soon. ”

Dioda walked into the cave on crutches, and his gentle but subtle words revealed a cold breath: "Hurt, or did your friends leave you exhausted?"

"Lord Faoda, it's a pleasure to see you. ”

The howling cold wind made Loren, whose body was gradually numb, feel creepy, and barely showed a slight smile: "To be exact, it should be that I am not ready to continue to escape." ”

"Very good ......"

The old man's tone became colder and colder: "The previous proposal is still valid - tell the old man about the entrance of Nidhogg, and the previous things can be blamed for the past, and the old man will let you embrace death without pain." ”

Taking a slight breath, the black-haired wizard struggled to get up from the ground, his dark pupils exuding a burning gaze: "Actually, I also have a proposal for you......"

"Oh?"

Dioda's expression was very subtle, and his eyes lit up: "I'm still ready to continue my dying struggle... What a misfortune!"

"Such a stubborn creature must be punished in place of the 'dead one'! Tortured, tortured, tortured! Ears filled with steel nails, eyes gouged out and noses cut, skulls and brains removed, chests and dirt removed, human sticks chopped off, skinned and bones removed, ......"

The old man, who had just been calm, suddenly muttered in a low voice like a hideous beast smelling blood, and his throat kept making a wind-breaking sound.

But his voice stopped abruptly—another footfootstep appeared outside the cave.

There was also the sound of the sword unsheathed.

In just an instant, the excited Faoda returned to his original indifference, and the old man who didn't look back bowed slightly, and the corners of his grinning mouth showed Sensen's white teeth: "This despicable and lowly stench, old decay can remember it clearly......

That's right, only the dogs of the Holy Cross smell like this!"

The expressionless knight of the guard drew his blade and approached Phaoda step by step, the bimpled star dragging under his feet, leaving a deep scratch on the snow on the ground.

The black-haired wizard who slowly stood up lowered the bright silver in his hand, the corners of his chapped mouth whispered softly, and the gray-blue sword glowed with a faint light in the dark midnight, like a cold flame constantly swallowing tongues of fire.

Faoda clenched the cane in her hand and glanced at the guard knight behind her with an almost contemptuous look, staring coldly into the eyes of the black-haired wizard.

"A wizard and a knight of the Church...... You've worked hard to risk death to lure the old decay here, and that's your trap?"

"Yes, that's my trap – and my last, only hole card. Loren spoke slowly: "And you will definitely die here!"

"Ridiculous, decaying power ......"

"The evil god Lemantes, also known as the 'Dead One', personally created the culprit of the terrifying monster of the rotting corpse, and the devil who controls the final form of 'death', in other words, as long as it is a 'living thing that can be killed', it is absolutely vulnerable in front of it!"

Loren, who suddenly spoke, interrupted the old man coldly: "All the 'dead' are servants of Lymantes, and they can take away their lives or give them away, and even transform between the two. ”

"Therefore, we, who are still mortal in the flesh, have absolutely no chance of winning in front of Lymantes. ”

"But... You are not Lemantes, Lord Faoda, you are only an apostle of Lemantes...... So, the power you have is limited, or 'extremely' limited. ”

"Isn't it? If it's the evil god Lemantes, then even hundreds of thousands of rotting corpse demons can be like fingers, even if a succession of snowy mountains are in front of it, they will be turned into ashes in an instant!"

"Rather, isn't it true that the reason why this barren land has become what it is today is precisely because of the power of Lemantes?"

The calm Loren spoke quickly, and said one after another under Dioda's increasingly ugly expression:

"If you also have a Lymantes... No, even if it's just the power of proximity, a spellcaster in the lower part would have been reduced to ashes long ago, and the reason why it has dragged on until now is not because of how clever it is in the lower area, nor because of your deliberate release of water. ”

"If Lemantes were the moon, you would be a fluorescent stone at best, and what seems like a terrible power is in fact a crude and clumsy imitation, on par with a poor caster!"

"So the real answer is simple, your strength is not enough to kill me, because you are really ......

It's too weak!——!"

The voice echoed in the cave for a long time, and the knight of the escort who approached from behind stopped, squinting at the "old man" who trembled slightly.

In the sight of the black-haired wizard, Faodan's cold face continued to distort, and his uncertain face kept changing, and Loren's heart was tense, and his left hand clenching the hilt of his sword was already sweating.

Asrael... You'd better not lie to me this time, or I'll definitely drag you to hell!

"Alas... Really, dear Loren is starting to doubt poor Asrael again. The voice of a certain teenager sighing came to Loren's mind:

"At least this time, I'm really not lying—as I mentioned, each of the gods is very familiar with each other, and Lemantes, a perverted madman, may be weird-minded, curious, disgusting, and obsessed with the sacrificial rituals of all kinds of ghosts......"

"But, like all perverts and madmen, the most unbearable thing is verbal provocation and stimulation!"

Before Loren could notice it, in the blink of an eye, Faoda roared like a fierce beast, trembling and raising his right hand with a black skeleton!

At that moment, Loren seemed to see himself who opened the "valve" for the first time on the big tree wall.

Thin black threads poured out of the skull mark, along the withered arms and neck, and gradually surged up to the upper cheeks, until finally all over the body, making the roaring Faoda sound like a heart-rending scream!

The Guardian Knight and the black-haired wizard, whose faces changed slightly, glanced at each other, and almost simultaneously raised their blades in their hands, slowly moving their steps, ready to attack.

Faoda let out a long roar and lowered his head violently, his twitching limbs were like some kind of monster constantly wandering in his body.

"Despicable creatures of the earth, filthy dogs of the Holy Cross......"

Slowly raising his head, Dioda's dim eyes have been completely soaked with black lines, and the corners of his open mouth keep overflowing with sticky pus:

"Ready... Facing death——?!"