The "Firefly Charm" glowing with white light lit up the dark sewers, and the black-haired wizard holding the "Bright Silver" followed behind him with his hands behind his back, and a young man in a small red and black dress stepped into this underground labyrinth like a visitor.

Almost as soon as he walked into the corridor, Loren couldn't help but frown.

The smell of blood, so strong that it was almost substantial, filled the air, and in the miserable white light, the corridors under his feet, the turbulent water, were almost all covered with mutated corpses—either stumps and severed arms, or hideous heads, or hung upside down on top of their heads, with hideous faces.

Except for the plasma that was so sticky that it could make the boots slip, all that was left was the disgusting stench of corpses, the pus from the corpses mixed in the turbulent sewage, and the mutant corpses were so hideous that they looked like struggling "humans", if that appearance could really be called human, it was simply ......

“...... As described in the Holy Cross scriptures. ”

Asriel, who was walking in front, suddenly spoke, chuckling with a bit of contempt: "We are the embodiment of evil, cruelty, pain, and malice, taking pleasure in torturing and abusing believers, and passionately in all forms of blood sacrifices to sow evil in the world, right?"

"After seeing Mezca, and these ...... After non-mainstream art. The black-haired wizard shrugged his shoulders and pointed around and snorted softly, "I suddenly feel that the things that the church said are quite convincing. ”

"But poor Asriel is not like that. The young man's voice was still a little frivolous: "I just made a deal with them, and then made a little joke, how can I generalize with these evil guys?"

"No jokes. ”

Loren said coldly: "Those people are just toys for you to have fun - what you do is essentially no different from these 'performance artists', at most only fifty steps and a hundred steps." ”

"What about you, Loren?"

Asrael paused, looked back at the black-haired wizard with a smile, his bloodless cheeks casting a shadow in the white light, "What is your choice?"

Loren's expression was a little complicated.

"From the time you came to this world, the only decision you really made other than life and death was to become a wizard. The boy's voice was soft, but there was a certain magic: "I can see that you desire to take control of your own destiny—like all people who go away, you will not be willing to submit or accept some kind of arrangement, you will trust what you hold in your hands." ”

"Your morals and code of conduct are bound by the memories of your previous life, not cruel but by no means generous, and you know that you are not a saint, but you do not leave a hidden danger to yourself. ”

"As you say, all I do is try to live. ”

The pitch-black pupils looked at the "devil" in front of him, and Loren said coldly: "To borrow a sentence, I am very lucky to be alive now!"

"Would a surviving person choose to make a deal with a devil, and after being exposed to a little power, would they want to get the Holy Grail of the Nine-Pointed Star?"

The young man looked at him helplessly, and shook his head slightly with a smile: "No, you want more, you are eager to know the truth of everything, and your heart is also chasing power!"

“...... Do you know that the tone and expression of your voice now are simply carved out of the mold, the most standard devil. ”

"What God does not want to tell mankind, only the devil will whisper to you, because we are friends. ”

As the words fell, Asrael suddenly looked at the other side of the corridor, his expression was still a little surprised: "Alas, it seems that someone is coming?"

"Are you sure it's human?"

With a sneer, he clutched the "bright silver" Loren, and pulled out the long sword from behind his back with his right hand, and the snow-bright blade was like a mirror in the light of the fiasco, reflecting the figure that climbed out of the darkness:

"Didn't some guy tell me that the sewer monsters had been strangled?"

"I'm just saying that someone has cleared the way for you, and it should be a lot safer. The boy blinked his big, scarlet, "innocent" eyes:

"Of course, it's also possible that they deliberately left on the road to act as doormen and barricades. ”

Strange figures crawl and wander in the dark, shadowy, like a pack of wolves, little by little approaching their "prey" - two fragrant "medium-rare steaks".

At least ten ...... No, almost twenty.

"There's just one problem. Staring at the approaching monster, the black-haired wizard asked casually, "If I kill them here, will we be discovered?"

"We've been spotted from the moment we walked into the sewers—otherwise how would these enthusiastic 'gentlemen' find us?"

"Very good......" Loren breathed a sigh of relief indifferently:

"Then you're welcome!"

.................. "Is it really right for us to do this?"

In the ruins of the street, Vera, who was following Edward, asked with some concern, "Leaving that black-haired wizard alone, doesn't it feel right?"

"It's his plan, and I'm just the executor. ”

The indifferent Night's Watch explained: "Your Excellency Loren Turin is right, if we act together, there is a high chance of being discovered, and it doesn't matter if we are the bait, if we are the bait, we don't care if we are found - because we don't know the location of the Holy Grail, let alone ......"

"What's more?" Vera's expression was puzzled.

Edward didn't answer, but looked at the elf who was scouting in front of him, and the wizard with the bow and arrow behind him—when Loren Turin decided to do so, the two men agreed without asking, as if they weren't at all worried that something would happen to him.

Is it out of trust in their friends, or do they know something they don't know? This Lord Loren Turin seems to have too many secrets......

Looking up as if awakened, the night watchman suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly... Obviously, the two sides are just a cooperative relationship, and they still think about it so much, is it possible that they really regard him as a friend?

However, it doesn't seem too bad to have such a trustworthy friend......

"Stop!"

The female elf who was walking in front suddenly raised her spear horizontally to block the group behind her, and the two night watchmen instinctively drew their weapons behind her, and the small wizard with his bow and arrow half-crouched on the ground, aiming through the gap on Leah's side.

It didn't even take half a day to meet a group of people who had countless "encounters", and gradually began to have some tacit understanding.

Is that...... Who?

Even the otherwise indifferent Edward's eyes showed a hint of surprise when he saw the two figures clearly—a priest dressed in plain robes, armed with a wooden staff and a Holy Cross pendant, walked towards them with a sturdy step, followed by a knight wrapped in armor and a golden-red cloak and armed with a long sword.

The knight in the helmet couldn't see his face, the bright silver armor was covered in blood, the long red sword hung down at his side, and the uncoagulated blood slipped from the tip of the sword, staining the knight red.

But the priest ...... Edward couldn't believe his eyes, there wasn't even a trace of dust on the other party's body, and the plain priest's uniform looked like brand new!

"Farnesis...... Bishop?"

Ein Rand, who was holding a bow and arrow, looked at the smiling priest in disbelief, his eyes full of shock: "He, how could he be here?!"

"Maybe it's because of the Holy Grail?" Edward, muttering in a low voice, was extremely determined.

"Isn't this Lord Ayn Rand of Wimpal Academy?"

The knight stopped, and Farnesis stepped forward and smiled at a few people gently, "We met once in the Academy. Be well, Phanescis in Lower Lothair, Bishop of the Church of Ebotden, and may the Holy Cross bless us all in this day of evil!"

Everyone tensed their nerves, and saw the bishop, who was full of humble smiles, his eyes swept over everyone's faces one by one, and with an unquestionable tone, he slowly spoke:

"Now, please tell me where His Excellency Loren Turin is, or else ......"

His expression was cold:

"You can only ask the Holy Cross to forgive you for your sins!"