Crucifix?

Delleuce looked at the vision of the night sky, and his stereotypical face finally changed a little.

As a veteran 'mysticist', he knew about the existence of the 'cross', which was a sign of the remnants of a ruined sect a hundred years ago, but he only knew so much.

More?

I don't know at all.

He didn't even know the name of the sect.

Although this sect should have been quite prosperous according to the remnants of the buildings of the time.

It was as if the sect had been erased by an invisible hand.

Don't?

Delleuce narrowed his eyes and looked at the owner of the house in front of him.

He had been speculating before as to why the other party would defect to the 'Sabi Star Man'.

With the other party's status, status, and fame, there is no need to do this at all.

If it has something to do with this vanishing sect, it seems to be able to get through solidly.

And the owner of the house did not hide it anymore.

The other party shook his red wine glass slightly, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I am one of the heirs."

"I will surely regain the splendor of my Lord."

"Any thorny ordeal is for a greater future."

As he spoke, a touch of frenzy appeared on the face of the owner of the house.

He lifted his neck and drank the red wine from the glass, and then walked to the window, kneeling down at the huge cross, but the words in his mouth did not stop.

"You are erased."

"But you're still back."

"As your people, we will welcome you to this land and back to your kingdom."

The words that followed were a pity.

Delleuse's brow furrowed even tighter.

After a full minute, when the owner of the house stopped to praise, Delleuce immediately asked, "This is your lord?" ”

"Of course not!"

"It's just an angel of the Lord!"

"Yes, Lord Apostle!"

The owner of the house shook his head, looked at the huge cross, and said with reverence: "The Lord cannot return directly, only when all the twelve apostles have come, the Lord can return." ”

"And this is only the first Apostle!"

"The arrival of every Apostle is expensive, otherwise, how could I cooperate with the 'Sabi people'?"

"Do you really want to betray me for wanting to be the 'Governor of the Ground' of the colonies they call them?"

"It's ridiculous!"

The owner of the house said sarcastically, but the frenzy on his face became clearer and clearer.

Sarcasm and fanaticism are all condensed on this face.

Makes this face twist strangely.

Weird, hideous.

And the other party's words were full of murderous intent.

"All sinners deserve to die!"

"'On the ground.'"

"'Sabi's."

"All sins are unforgivable!"

"The advent of the First Apostle, though only five minutes, is enough to erase ...... Yes! ”

The owner of the house, who was praying in a low voice, suddenly let out a scream.

He had an elongated sword stuck in his vest.

The sword is silver.

Silver Sword?

'Silver Glory'?

Hunter?

The owner of the house looked up at Delleuse, who was holding his sword, and there was a trance in his eyes.

"You're not Delleuse!"

The other party seemed to understand something, and screamed loudly.

How could Delleuse, who was revered as a mentor by a group of evil wizards, be a 'hunter'?

The answer, of course, couldn't be more obvious.

The person in front of him was not Delleuce.

Listening to such a scream, Del Leuse's rigid face did not change in the slightest, and his eyes were very calm, but the sword in his hand flipped over, twitched, and slashed.

When it turned, it completely shattered the heart.

When it was withdrawn, the wound was enlarged, and blood gushed out.

And chop?

It is to hold the sword in both hands, raise the sword high, and then slash it down.

The owner of the house was split in half directly under this sword.

The moment the corpse hit the ground, a bottle of specially made sword oil was thrown.

Call!

When the sword oil touched the blood, it burned directly.

The flames were raging, and Delleuse's countenance was bright in the light of the flames.

"Of course I'm Del Luce."

"Who says 'hunters' can't study black magic?"

"Who says that a 'hunter' can't be a mentor to wizards?"

Delleuce said, a palm-sized scroll appeared in his hand.

He directly shredded the scroll.

In a light and shadow, Rael. The figure of General Funo appeared in it.

"Here's what happened......"

Looking at the old general, Delleuce did not hesitate and repeated the news he had just learned.

"Thank you for everything you've done for 'Ground', Master."

The old general saluted.

The light and shadow dissipate.

The house was quiet again, except for the burning corpses, and Del Luce twisted the ring on his tail finger.

After more than ten seconds, several black, cold clouds of fog appeared in the house.

Three robed men stepped out, bowing when they saw Delleuce.

"Mentor."

The three of them are honorific.

However, there was doubt in his eyes.

Why did the collaborators suddenly kill?

They were puzzled.

"I'm an alien in the eyes of people, and even werewolves and vampires don't want to walk with me."

"I've done all the bad things, killing people and setting fires, stealing corpses, unleashing the plague, I'm the bad guy who people say they do all kinds of evil, and I admit it, but ...... I will not betray my race, my country. ”

"For the wicked are also human beings."

"You guys, you understand?"

Delleuce said lightly.

"Understood!"

The three wizards nodded, and then, without Delleuce's commands, moved quickly.

They emptied the house.

Not only the buildings on the surface, but also the secret rooms in the secrets, as long as the items stored here were taken away by the wizards, along with the words of Delleuse.

'The wicked are also men'!

Moreover, this sentence was quickly completed.

We are wicked people, but we are also human beings, and we will not betray our race or country. ’

Hearing this, the wizards who followed Delleuce began to record the Mentor's quotations.

Delluse is called a 'mentor' by wizards, not only because of his strength and teachings, but also because he often speaks thought-provoking words.

Some wizards are dismissive of these words.

Some of them are treasures.

And Delleuse, who said these words, sighed in the room.

He didn't want to.

As one of the masters of the 'Silver Glory'.

Studying 'black witchcraft' is just a hobby, but who knew that such a hobby would lead him to be followed by a group of male wizards.

As a 'Order', he doesn't like to kill, and he doesn't want to destroy.

Even in his heart, he wanted these wizards to go on the right path.

So, he started 'guiding'.

And then?

He became a mentor to a group of wizards.

I've been doing this for 30 years.

30 years is a long time for the average person.

It's also quite a while for the 'Mystic Side'.

I'm afraid everyone thinks that he was once the master of 'Silver Glory' and is already dead, right?

Even his former friends should have thought so.

Now he?

Just an ordinary 'mentor' del Leuce.

"It's so ordinary that I wish I could stand on the podium and teach!"

"Preferably linguistic."

"Being able to talk to the students."

"That must be great, right?"

Seeing that the white cross under the night sky was turning red, Delleuce couldn't help but let out such a sigh, and then, raising his hand, formed several magic seals.

He's done everything he can.

The rest?

Naturally, it's up to someone else.

……

When a huge cross appears in the sky, the wave chakra is a palpitation.

There is also a strong sense of depression.

"Is this the traitor's 'backhand'?"

Bolun stared intently at the cross, which was more than 100 meters in size, and after slashing the 'half-dead' who rushed in with a single sword, he began to use the breathing method recorded in the 'Rivia's Notes' to regain his strength.

He leaned against the car door, his hand holding the sword hanging down naturally.

And in front of him, there were hundreds of 'half-dead'.

Even though he was talented and had undergone brutal training, Bolun was still tired at this time.

But he knew that the real battle was only beginning now.

He had to recover faster.

Emily cried out as she gritted her teeth and screamed, looking at the wave wheel driving through the window, and raising her hand to touch the back.

Even through the cold car window, she wants to pass on the warmth of her palm.

"Good job."

Derbon walked over with that characteristic voice.

He carried the head of that special 'half-dead' in his hand, and looked at the corpse on the ground, as well as the silver sword in Bolun's hand, and his heart was shocked.

As a person on the 'mysterious side' who has been taught by the 'clock tower' since childhood, Bolun knows what it means to be at this level in front of him!

That has long surpassed the level of 'rookie' and 'newcomer'.

A real 'veteran'.

How long does it take for a normal person to experience the level of 'rookie' and 'newcomer' to the level of 'veteran'?

Three years?

Or five years?

But how long did this guy in front of him take?

It's not a week, right?

What a terrible talent.

Of course, Delbon would never say it.

Although he and the other party are not enemies, they will never praise each other.

For the 300 books he memorized!

Delbon thought as he picked up the head in his hand.

He wanted to use it to show his exploits.

It's just a pity that no one went to see him at all.

Kemi looked at Jason in the distance.

Emily kept an eye on the Wave Wheel.

The wave wheel is resting with your eyes closed?

As for Tyri?

I took a look at it, and then I turned my head around with a mutter, 'It's disgusting,' and what a perverted behavior.'

"I, me!"

Derbon tried to explain, but his mouth opened.

In the end, he threw his head aside in some frustration.

Then he heard—

"Is Jason bound by something?"

Kemi, who had been looking at Jason, had noticeably noticed.

Obviously, the 'ritual' has been broken, why does Jason seem to be acting a little differently.

"The 'ritual' is two sets!"

Delbon turned his head to analyze the specific situation, and immediately prepared to go to find another place to set up the ceremony, but at this moment, Jason suddenly returned to normal.

This?

Delbon was stunned.

"Don't forget, John, Brian, Lord McCall."

Wave wheel reminded.

Then the young man straightened up.

The stamina is not fully recovered, but it is not a problem to continue fighting.

Sting!

He tore open his shirt and used it as a strap, tying the hilt firmly to the palm of his hand.

It's not just a silver sword.

And the Iron Sword.

In the distance, the figures of John, Brian, and McCall appeared.

John had a trail of blood on his chest.

Brian had several cuts on his face.

McCall was holding his left hand.

Obviously, the three people who ruined the other set of rituals were not unscathed.

But the gains are also obvious.

John had an extra crossbow bolt in his hand.

Brian carried an exaggerated broadsword in his hand.

McCall was covered with a piece of scale armor.

In addition, there are many thermal weapons that appear on the bodies of the three people, either on their backs or against them.

"Welcome to the 'Mystery Side'!"

Compared with the unconvincing treatment of the wave wheel, in the face of the three friends, Delbon is much more enthusiastic.

"Not a very pleasant experience."

McCall replied on behalf of the three.

Brian looked at his daughter, and when he found out that she was safe, he looked up at the huge cross, just like John.

"Sure enough!"

Brian took a deep breath.

Brian, who has a long career as a secret agent, smells a little familiar in this matter.

"Kemi, you all leave."

Brian said without refusal.

"Now, right now."

McCall added.

John carried Daisy into the car.

This time, the three ladies did not object, they all noticed the strangeness of the people and elders they cared about, and knew that staying here would only cause chaos, so it was Terri who drove the car, and Kemi, Emily, and Daisy were in the car.

Delbon, who had a bad premonition, also wanted to get on the bus.

It's just—

"You're not getting in the car?"

Tyri asked, looking at Delbon.

Talking to Tyri's gaze, Delbon, who was already about to get into the car, shook his head.

"Women stay away from war."

"Men should be stand-ins."

Delbon said something beautiful.

This is what he looks like on his collection of "Sleep XXXX".

"Kind of a man."

Tyri said these words and started the car directly.

Looking at the car moving away, Derbon tried to keep his smile on his face, and he wanted to cry in the bottom of his heart.

What do you say?

Have you forgotten the core of the 'clock tower'?

Safety first!

Safe!

Delbon rubbed his hair, and at this time, Tyri's voice suddenly came from afar-

"Hey, come on."

"Don't die."

Rubbing his hair, Derbon was stunned, he looked up at the car that quickly disappeared into the night, and suddenly felt that it was a good choice to stay.

A smile appeared on Delbon's face.

I can't hide it.

And with a hint of ...... Rippling?

"Hey, Tyri is only 17."

McCall couldn't help but remind Delbon.

"No, it's fine."

"I'm only 34, so the gap isn't very big."

Derbon subconsciously waved his hand and replied.

He once again felt that he needed to speed up his learning of the 'way of the family man'.

Of course, this thing needs to be done on top of your head now.

"Come on!"

"Settle you, I'll go to Tyri and tell ......"

Looking up, Delbon roared at the massive cross.

Unfortunately, the words are not finished.

The cross, which exuded a harsh white, turned red.

Airplanes!

An invisible pressure fell from the sky.

Underneath the cross, houses collapsed in pieces, and the asphalt began to violate.

John, Brian, McCall, and Bolun were pressed and shaken, and had to rely on the support of the weapons in their hands to maintain a standing posture.

And Delbon, without the support of weapons?

was directly pressed and crawled on the ground.

He craned his neck and tried to get himself up, but he couldn't.

The pressure is unimaginable.

No one seems to be able to stand under this pressure.

No!

Jason is standing!

Without relying on the support of weapons, just stand straight like this!

From Delbon's point of view, Jason's back can just be seen.

Airplanes!

It seems to be dissatisfied, and it seems to be offended.

Another special burst of pressure fell.

This time, including Delbon, John, Brian, McCall, and Bolun all trembled all over their bodies, a trembling sensation from their souls that made them grit their teeth so that they did not let themselves cry out in horror.

But what made them even more concerned was that Jason's back in the distance also trembled.

Don't?

Several people's hearts tensed up at once.

Then they heard a peculiar sound.

Boom!

Suck!

It was the sound of swallowing saliva.

It was the sound of sucking back saliva.

On the front that few people couldn't see, Jason's face was full of excitement and excitement.

He kept inhaling.

His whole body trembled with excitement.

Fragrant!

The rich fragrance is overwhelming!

This means that—

Banquet!

(End of chapter)