Under the stunned gaze of the black-haired wizard, the man in red who fell to the ground twitched and got up, and the blood under his feet continued to gather towards his body, pouring from the wound into his body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The strange and constantly spasmodic and convulsive limbs stood up from the pool of blood like a marionette, and suddenly raised their heads fiercely, their blood-soaked eyes trembling in all directions, but they kept staring at Loren's figure.

Looking at that strange appearance, a trace of ominousness suddenly flashed through the black-haired wizard's heart......

The blood had torn his skin apart, his face was gone, only dark red muscle lines trembled and twitched from head to toe, the torn inner layer of his neck was exposed, and he could even see the bones and throat change up and down as he breathed, and the blood churned and boiled over his body.

Lost appearance, lost covering... The man in red has "metamorphosed" from a human being into a complete monster.

"Fear, tremble, mortal... In the presence of the Savior's and the Father's power, you are no different from an ant......" Perhaps because his throat was torn, the voice of the man in red sounded like a creepy wind, constantly swaying in the closed cellar on all sides.

"You have to pay the price... My death will not change anything, Heavenly Father and Savior will be reborn from the ashes, and you lowly ants will be reincarnated forever in this nightmare world!"

Raising his arms like a zombie, two bone spurs suddenly pierced out from the palms of the man in red, like a pale long knife stained with blood, trembling and pointing forward:

“...... Father, please guide us to awaken from this dark nightmare... Embark on the ...... of freedom at your fingertips"

"That's a lot of nonsense. Loren raised an eyebrow.

Boom ——!!!!

The sudden explosion rang out before he could finish speaking, the golden-red flames engulfing the man in red, and the cramped cellar was left with only a slightly frowning black-haired wizard and a teenager smiling more and more.

The flames were extinguished, the bombed face was beyond recognition, and the even more hideous and terrifying "man in red" body sprayed blood, and pounced on Loren from mid-air.

"Boom ——!"

Another "Turin fire" blew the man in red away, and Loren had to restrain his power because he was in the cellar, but the man in red still broke his ribs and an arm.

The black-haired wizard frowned slightly as he watched the corpse-like monster rise from the ground again and pounce on him with a wild roar.

It is not only the blood that drains and the bones are broken, but also drags the enemy into hell together.

Just... It's like the undead.

"Die ——!!!!"

Loren seriously suspected that the howl he had just made was an auditory hallucination, because the man in red's chest had been blown up, but he was still howling and lunging at him.

"Bell ——!"

The only remaining left arm was severed again, and the severed arm on the right side of the howling man in red protruded from a bone spur and stabbed into the black-haired wizard's face.

"Smack——!

The gray-blue sword flashed by, and Loren, whose expression began to become heavy, pulled out the bright silver and slashed left diagonally, cutting off the bone spurs and the spine connecting the lower half of the man in red.

"Die ——!!!!"

The moment he lost his legs, the howling man in red suddenly jumped up, and his remaining body "flew" towards the black-haired wizard with inertia and wanted to bite.

The upward sword light split his head and torso in two, and the jaw of the fallen skull continued to twitch, and a sound came from his mouth:

“...... Father, please guide us to awaken from this dark nightmare... Embark on a ...... to find your footsteps"

The gray-blue sword light pierced through his skull, and the sound stopped abruptly.

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At midnight, the garden outside the cellar was already lit up.

Charles, who had not received the news until late in the evening, rushed from the Red Blood Castle to the Plantagenet Manor outside the city with a dozen or so castle guards, and cordoned off the surroundings without causing any alarm.

The Red Blood Fortress has only just regained its stability, and a collision with the Governor of Gaspar could erupt at any moment, and the slightest movement would wipe out the short-won peace.

A cult of heretics... Charles now thinks about it with a chill in his heart - not just how much harm this will bring to the current situation, but that he doesn't know anything!

Charles was not a fanatic of the Church, and he knew exactly what it meant to be a heretic... At least within the Red Blood Castle, there must be someone who is supporting them, even secretly funding them.

And this Plantagenet Manor steward, who is regarded as a wine thief, is actually one of them!

The guards holding torches high gathered around Charles, but the butler of the Red Blood Castle standing outside the entrance of the wine cellar was cold, and his usually gentle cheeks became much heavier with fear, and his eyes stared at the entrance without blinking.

"Master Charles, shall we go down and have a look?"

One of the guards asked tentatively, a nervous Charles twitched his throat, the corner of his eye glanced to the side, and the gray-eyed young man holding his shoulders looked calm, without the slightest expression of panic.

Thinking about the previous "vampire", Charles was relieved - that Lord Loren Turin was simply a monster in human skin, and even bloodthirsty monsters were beheaded by him, what could a group of "heretics" do to him?

I'm afraid I'm afraid that I just called myself here to make a general statement, and by the way, I will deal with the problems afterwards......

"It's Lord Loren, he's out!"

The voice of the gray-eyed young man behind him suddenly sounded, and a familiar figure walked into Charles's sight;

"Viscount Loren, what the hell is going on?!Why do you know ......?"

"I just knew, it just happened. ”

The black-haired wizard with a calm face interrupted the butler with a shrug, and the anxious Charles wanted to continue, but stopped talking when he saw Loren's indifferent gaze.

The afterglow of his gaze swept over the guards beside him, plus his hurried figure when he came... Yes, this is not the time to talk about this, and the more critical the situation, the less able it is to spread senseless panic.

So he changed the "light" question: "How's the situation, are you hurt?"

"This is just a meeting place for the other party, not even a branch, and the people inside are basically minions, and there is no information worth paying attention to. The black-haired wizard spoke:

"If you can, I suggest that you secretly monitor the movements of the Governor's Mansion for the next period of time, and see which other nobles in the city are still secretly dealing with the Governor's Palace, and maybe you can find some clues. ”

"You—you mean Governor Gaspar and ......"

"I'm just 'advising' you to do it, nothing else. Loren deliberately emphasized, his gaze consciously or unconsciously staring at Charles, who was forced to be calm:

"You are the steward of the Red Blood Castle, isn't it the first thing for you to protect the Count?"

Stunned, the head of the housekeeper who held back the doubts in his heart breathed a sigh of relief, and bowed slightly: "You are right, I will find a way to deal with the human affairs, and please ask Your Excellency Luo Ren to contact me in time if you have any findings, instead of solving the problem alone like today." ”

"In any case, you are a guest of the Red Blood Castle, and it is the greatest humiliation for the knights of the House of Turin to let you go into danger alone. ”

"I see, next time, don't worry. ”

And next time...... The black-haired wizard's indifferent attitude made a bitter smile flow from the corner of the gentle Charles's mouth, and he had to shake his head helplessly.

Dealing with the butler's question, Loren moved his gaze to the gray-eyed boy who was following closely: "Lusen, I remember you used a two-handed weapon, right?"

"Alas, yes!" the stunned Lusen nodded hurriedly: "I am a native of Elemand, and basically everyone in Elemon's swordsman will use two weapons at the same time. ”

"Well, remember to teach me when you have time... Two-handed swordsmanship, I'm curious. With that, the blood-stained black-haired wizard nodded, pushed the guards away, and turned to leave.

"Yes!" the gray-eyed boy hurriedly caught up with him and walked in the direction of the castle.

After gradually walking away, Lu Sien saw that Loren's expression was no longer indifferent, and there was even a trace of nervousness in his solemn gaze!

The Red Blood Castle at midnight hides more unknown things!