When the Sekorids arrived, it was around five o'clock in the afternoon.

Originally, Robin and the others were supposed to follow Anne to a cooking class at this time.

The sudden arrival of the Sekorids disrupted the plan.

Compared to the return of the remains of the priests' team, their cooking class is indeed insignificant.

Winter in Itney is coming.

The sun also set a little earlier than usual.

Red afterglow poured down and sprinkled the entire temple steps.

It's like golden blood.

The Sekorids held the coffin, and walked up from the first gate step by step.

In total, there were seventeen corpses.

Nearly 80 people from Saikred also came.

Every fourth person carried a coffin, and the others acted as a guide and guide.

Both sides were lined with people from the temple.

Whether it was a priest, a priest, a priest, or an attendant, they were neatly arranged in two long ladders, silently watching these.

These former companions, whom they admired, resented, and forgave each other.

Those familiar faces were now corpses, lying peacefully in the coffin.

The one at the front is Saiya's.

Her face was serene, and she had a faint smile on her face.

The funeral director touched up her makeup to make her look a little rosy.

In order to preserve their corpses, the people of Sekoridan used extremely cold freezing magic.

This caused a cold mist to emanate from the coffin.

Gail looked at her in a daze, and tears flowed silently.

Half a month ago, they were still eating together and chatting.

But......

Luba, who was beside her, shook her arm hard.

No one misses Saiya more than Gail, and no one has more affection than them.

One by one, the Sekorids lifted the heavy coffins onto the top circular platform.

According to Anne's request, the coffins were arranged one by one and stacked neatly.

Sitting in a wheelchair, right at the door of the temple, Calista watched it all with a blank face.

She seems to have gotten used to the fact that those who are younger than her will always go before her.

Robin, wearing a white mask, pulled the cloak down on his head and hid behind Anne, staring in amazement at what was happening in front of him.

He hasn't passed the language barrier, and he hasn't dealt with this kind of thing-

The return of Saiya's body represents the supreme interests of the two countries.

This is the time when those in power wrestle with each other.

Robin is clearly better suited to watch first.

So according to Calista's arrangement, Robin dressed up in disguise and mixed in with the priest team.

……

His gaze fell on the coffin at the front, and Saiya's voice and smile seemed to be still in front of him.

After her, there are a bunch of unfamiliar faces besides Ivy.

Even on the body of one of the temple attendants, the face was too badly damaged to be repaired, so she had to sew it up and wear light makeup to make her look better.

Of the seventeen warriors who died in the battle, there were two less.

Robin remembers their names—

Eileen, because she was frozen, was smashed to pieces on the ground.

Iyeta, in the form of a vampire, was split in half by Heloise.

Thinking of this, Robin only felt a strange feeling spreading in his chest.

Unusual depression.

……

"Thank you for bringing their bodies back." The oracle looked up, his eyes softly looking at the Sekorids at the front.

The other party also bowed politely.

"But I won't forget the fact that they died in Sekorid."

Calista said unceremoniously.

The people of Sekrid trembled.

Robin took in the expressions on their faces, and he remembered what Jess had said earlier, even if they weren't necessarily the culprits, they would have to pay for it.

Apparently the people of Sekoridan know this.

So in a short period of time, after collecting the information they wanted about the battle scene, they immediately sent back the remains of the priest team.

Robin speculated that there would be at least one or two important diplomats among the Sekorids on this trip.

They must have discussed countermeasures and rhetoric in the past half a month.

This is great power diplomacy.

If you don't get it right, you could start a war.

However, Robin's gaze fell below -

His Majesty the King has not yet arrived, and I don't know if it is not a suitable time to attend this occasion, only Prime Minister Dylan appeared here with some of the King's personal guards.

"This is just the beginning." Kaye's voice remembered behind Robin.

Robin didn't look back so as not to attract too much unwanted attention.

"When these visitors settle down, they will certainly arrange another meeting, a grand meeting with the king and the oracles." She tried her best to keep her voice down and laughed playfully, "If you can finish the language class before, maybe you can also have a place." ”

Robin rolled two big eyes in his heart.

Is it possible to finish a language course in two days?

But Kaye reminded him that he had to grow faster and faster.

Time is really too short.

And he needs time.

It is also important to know what will be discussed in their meetings.

After all, those things may be related to the fate of the two countries, and also to Robin's future.

……

After Calista finished speaking, her eyes flickered, and a slight look of anger appeared on her face.

Her eyes were fixed on the Secreid man at the front.

"What's your name?" Calista asked, confused, "I haven't seen you before." ”

"Your Excellency."

The man saluted respectfully and smiled, "My name is Beoulai, and I am the newly promoted general of the Archon Leona, and according to Itnell, I should have the title of baron." ”

Calista didn't speak, her face a little ugly.

Anne hurriedly stepped forward and asked in a cold tone, "Why are there no high-ranking people of the temple among the people of Sekorid who came this time, such as the main priest Winifred, nor the vice-priest Lillian Clark, and the archon of Xebella City, Leona, even if there are no high-level people, at least like the dragon's winged Jered Peg or Leandra the Prayer of Light...... There must be one or two who can talk, right? ”

Calista nodded in agreement, tapping her fingers on the wheelchair armrest.

It can be seen that she is really not in a good mood now.

Her breathing became rapid, too.

And those Sekorids were like logs, and she didn't say a word when she questioned them angrily.

"You're so insincere, if you want to apologize......"

"I'm sorry, Divine Messenger," the Sekrid man in front of him looked up to meet Callista's gaze, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, "We are indeed only responsible for returning the remains, and besides, the deaths of these people have nothing to do with Sekorid.

We don't need to apologize. “

"What?!" The temple guards glared at each other angrily, and instantly exploded in the crowd.

Smoke filled the air.

Robin smelled a strong smell of gunpowder.

He had to admire this general or a lady of any rank, who was indeed very courageous.

Bioulai's words just now fell, completely angering the entire temple.

The surrounding priests and personnel all looked at each other angrily, and even Calista and Anne's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

At this pace, without diplomacy, I'm afraid that war can start here.

At the same time, Robin saw Anne beckoning.

The priest guards at the bottom of the stairs walked up in an orderly manner.

Wrong.

Robin shook his head.

It's so perverse.

As Calista had asked before, if this matter was in the interests of the two countries and could lead to war, there was no reason why Sekorid should not send any big people with the weight to speak.

Unless they've already eaten iternaire, iternaire is a soft persimmon that can be pinched at will, and ready to attack the Frost Fortress at any time.

Otherwise......

Robin frowned, a sense of foreboding welling up in his heart.

In his line of sight, Robin saw that Grand Arce, who was standing behind Calista, touched his right hand to the stringless bow behind his back.

It was then that a sound erupted from below the stairs.

"Your Excellency!"

As a long, panicked voice rang out, everyone saw a man in a mage suit, carrying a warrior in a blue robe on his shoulder, using levitation.

It's like stepping on a cloud.

I don't know why, but no one stopped her.

As they flew closer, Robin could see the man on her shoulder—

A warrior covered in blood and tattered armor.

On her breastplate, the sword of Sekorid and the mark of the dragon are emblazoned.

Robin's heart pounded as he saw the general Saikorid, named Beoulai, draw his sword at his waist without hesitation.

"Your Excellency. These people, they are fakes! ”

The blood-soaked man raised his hand weakly.

Before they could finish speaking, the group of Sekorids began to move-

With his weapon in hand, Beyulai moved his neck and stabbed Calista with his broadsword.

"Don't let Calista go, kill her!"

Her voice was not loud, but the people around her could hear it clearly.

Arce's figure jumped forward and blocked Calista's face, and she didn't see the movement in her hand, but a cold dagger was already in her hand.

The two weapons quickly came together, colliding with violent sparks.

Robin and Calista retreated towards the interior of the temple, escorted by the temple guards.

At the same time, the temple guards who reacted were fighting with the fake Sekorids.

The battle of more than a few hundred people instantly filled the small half of the temple platform.

……

It all happened so quickly that Robin's head felt like a storm swept through him, and he didn't understand what was going on.

As they retreated into the temple, the door slammed shut.

Along with them retreated into the temple, along with the temple guards, the wounded Sykorid.

That's all Robin can call for the time being.

If the group of people out there is a fake, then this should always be true,

Right!?

The magician who carried her up had his hair scattered, and with a simple healing spell, temporarily stopped the man's injuries.

The blood-stained Sekride man had a solemn face, his right hand pressed tightly against his chest, and his face was painful.

"Mandy, what's going on?" Anne asked.

The Mandy in her mouth was obviously the magician.

A middle-aged magician, dressed in a black magic robe, with a black tear mole in the corner of his eye.

Mandy shook her head, "I found her outside of Bright Moon City, and this person was unconscious on the road. It just so happened that I was back from an errand in the setting rocks. ”

"Lord Anne, Priest. The Divine Envoy of Callista. In pain, the man reached out a hand and grabbed Mandy's sleeve tightly.

She tried to sit up, but found that she didn't have the slightest strength.

"I am the attendant of this trip, follow ...... Leona-sama...... The eldest daughter, Asuna, ......"

Her bear tan rose and fell violently, blood slowly oozing out from the place where her fingers were pressing.

Although Robin felt that she should be taken to treatment immediately, he vaguely felt that the message she was trying to convey was extremely important.

Apparently Calista was thinking the same thing, her fingers moving slightly, and her mouth open but not speaking.

The man paused, took a few breaths, and continued, "Together with Master Jered Peg, escort the bodies of Saiya and the others back to the temple.

However, after leaving the Yuyan Territory, he was ambushed. ”

"Ambush?" Anne's expression tightened, she lowered her body and stared into her eyes tightly, "Who?" ”

"Vampires."

……

As soon as Arce clashed, he immediately felt the strong strength of the opponent.

This kind of power is not something that ordinary people can burst out.

The next second, the Sykorid, named Buyulai, made a steady explosion from her fingers, down her arm, and down her body, as the broadsword held her dagger.

It's like a ball of air being poured into it.

Bioulai's size suddenly more than doubled.

Huge shadows cover the sky.

Arce was forced to raise his head.

Above her, a pair of scarlet eyes resembled two large crystal lamps.

Beyolai grinned, revealing four sharp fangs on top and bottom.

"Vampires." Arce sighed coldly.

On top of the temple platform, a number of fake Sekorids tore through their disguises and turned into vampires.

With their wings outstretched, they stand out from the crowd.

This is the Temple of Etnell's Eternal Life, the first assassination it has faced in sixteen years since the last martyrdom of the king.

Assassination from a vampire.

Arce swept between his eyebrows, and roughly estimated, there were about eight of them.

The fake Sekorids aren't all vampires, most of them are humans.

It's just that they are well trained, like mercenaries who specialize in assassination.

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After saying the word "vampire", the Sykeride was relieved, and his eyes welled with relief.

Her chest bulged outward, and the bound blood could no longer be controlled, and was pumped by the last pump of her heart, surging throughout her body.

Warm.

Serene.

Her fingers hung down heavily, and she was no longer breathing.

"Good, you're doing well." Calista looked at her sadly, but kept her head tilted up, "Ann, give the order to go down and kill them all." ”

"Yes, Lord God."

Anne was instructed to open the temple door and walk out through the darkness through the crack.

Robin looked silently at the dead Sykorid man on the ground, confused.

Vampires again.

What exactly are they going to do?

And, what worried him the most was the message that this Secreid soldier had just conveyed -

She came with Leona's eldest daughter, Asuna, so what about those people?

Robin couldn't figure it out for a while-

If the heir of the consul of the city of Xebela dies in the land of Itnael, and the deputy priest of Itnael dies in the city of Xebela, which is more important?

Or will a joint force be formed to detonate the end point-

War?

"Ah!!h

Before Robin could think about it, a shrill cry came from the back of the temple.

His eyes shrank violently.

Then instinctively ran up the stairs.

Kaye followed him closely, his brow furrowed, and a sense of foreboding welled up in his chest.

Robin's heart was beating fast, oblivious to everything that was happening around him.

The heartbeat was deafening.

And the scream just now echoed.

He was all too familiar, that voice, from-

His sister Rowling.

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5 minutes ago.

On the second floor of the uppermost temple, the innermost room on the west side belonged to Rowling.

Because the oracle didn't think she and Robin had learned enough in the language class, they didn't let her participate in this time and send her body back.

But that didn't stop Rowling from watching what was happening outside through the second-floor window.

Her white arms gripped the curtain, hiding her body in its shadows, calmly staring out.

Those from Sekorid, carrying long coffins, walked up from the bottom of the stairs.

Then Calista's voice came from outside the temple.

With Rowling's level of learning of Itney, she could only understand a fraction of what Calista said.

……

Outside the room, a young guard stood.

She has violet skin.

The body is slender and refined.

A red leather armor wraps the upper body.

Showing fair and slender thighs and arms.

She wears a red mask that covers the part below her nose, with only a pair of large turquoise cat eyes exposed.

Speaking of which, this outfit seems so out of place with the rest of the temple, but it also marks the particularity of her identity-

Daughter of Arce the Great the Weeper.

Mira Arce, who is known as Little Arce, is her name.

Just like her mother, little Arce was born destined to be extraordinary.

Little Arce's combat attainments are very high, and his growth rate can be described as amazing, and at the age of less than 16, he has a faint tendency to surpass his mother.

It can be said that after the loss of Heloise, in the entire temple, her strength is second only to Arce.

She inherited the silence of Arce the Great, but not Arce's steadyness.

Little Arce has been in trouble before.

She is very confident in her martial arts skills and is also happy to show off in front of people.

According to Calista, the young man is understandably strong-blooded.

Little Arce once attacked Heloise in order to test his strength, although he was finally pressed to the ground by the other party with a Holy Spirit barrier, but her short spear also made Heloise suffer a lot.

Heloise's cheeks still bear the scars of little Arce.

That battle showed everyone the strength of little Arce, and according to her original words, if Heloise had not held the legendary demon-breaking equipment in her hand, then she would have been able to overturn the opponent long ago.

What really made little Arce famous was the Council of the Templars a year ago.

Since the introduction of the theocratic law.

The power of the oracle has been challenged again and again.

The high priests in various regions established an annual temple council to discuss and revise the theocratic law, as well as to discuss the future development plan of the Divine Society.

At that meeting, there was an accident.

I don't know if the high priests did it on purpose, but one of the guards named Renee defused the Divine Wing guards with words.

Although there is no explicit insult to the Divine Envoy, everyone knows that the Divine Wing Guards are personal guards subordinate to the Divine Envoy.

So after the quarrel developed into fists and kicks-

Arce the Younger single-handedly overthrew 29 local priest warriors.

It is said that the Grand Arce is a wind.

Little Arce is a fire.

If you're not careful, you'll set her on fire.

In fact, it is also true.

……

Little Arce stood silently outside Rowling's door, dutifully serving as her bodyguard.

She held a red spear in her hand.

The name of the spear is [Scarlet Soul].

Little Arce never hid her edge, she made her armor red, and then commissioned Raven to create a red magic spear.

She wanted everyone to see her.

In fact, little Arce didn't like it when people called her that.

If she could, she didn't want to be a shadow of someone else.

Even if that person is his own mother.

If she could, the person she most wanted to challenge in her life was the one who gave her life and at the same time stripped her of all her aura.

Wind Weeper [Buffy Arce].

Little Arce is eager to surpass her.

She firmly believes that there will be such a day.

Mila Arce's name will resonate throughout Itnell.

……

It was at this moment that a noisy sound came from outside the hall, and little Arce vigilantly clenched the Scarlet Soul Spear in his hand.

She wasn't sure what was going on outside.

But her task now is to protect the girl in the room.

The younger sister of the Chosen.

Her mother taught her not to forget her mission whenever anything happens.

Little Arce's eyes narrowed slightly, and he swept around vigilantly.

The great temple was empty.

Instinctively, she felt that something was wrong.

Dangerous.

Little Arce has a great instinct.

It's also her talent.

When she crossed the realm of sin, the super ability awakened in her body-

【Divine Spirit】

This ability helps her detect impending danger in advance, while also anticipating enemy movements and responding adequately if she's fast enough.

Unless it's a super long-range bow shot like the Great Arce.

Otherwise she couldn't have been without feelings.

Little Arce was confident enough that she would be able to defeat an enemy as long as it came within her Psionic range.

"Click."

She jerked her head up, her eyes fixed on the direction of the voice—

On the east side of the cloister on the second floor, a red phantom appeared.

Dressed in a red tunic with a long swallowtail trailing behind her, she held a bright red whip in her hand, the end of which was wrapped around her arm like a poisonous snake.

The visitor had long, curly silver hair and scarlet eyes.

He looked at her with a smirk.

Bloodsucker.

Little Arce's eyes narrowed slightly.

Her identity has been understood.

"Click."

The heels of her leather boots, stained with a viscous black liquid, fell as she walked, pressing against the marble bricks, leaving a black trail.

Little Arce's eyes lit up.

The first "click" was the blood seeping out of the roof and falling to the ground.

The second "click" is the sound of the opponent's leather boots stepping on the ground.

"I've taken out the two guards upstairs." The other party smiled slightly, his eyes rolled, and then licked his lips, "But they don't seem to be as delicious as I thought......"

Little Arce didn't say a word, and copied the crimson soul to his side with his backhand, quickly approaching the other party.

In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two had been reduced by less than three meters.

Little Arce sprang out with an arrow, and the spear swept out like lightning.

Punch the vampire's heart.

Swish......

The tip of the spear turned into an abrupt point, quickly spinning and retracting inward.

Syllable.

The long whip in the vampire's hand was slightly forced, and both hands tugged at it, locking the tip of the gun tightly.

Before little Arce could make any further moves, the opponent's figure quickly flew backwards.

She fell softly to the ground.

Don't make a sound.

"Shh......h

The visitor put a finger to his lips.

She winked at little Arce, "I know your name. ”

Little Arce stared at each other, his eyes full of wariness.

"Looks like you don't know me." The vampire smiled disappointedly.

"I think you'll remember my name." The corners of her mouth curled upwards in an eerie arc, "My name is Caroline Catherine Bartoli." ”

Bartoli ......

Little Arce's eyes fluttered.

Even if she had never heard the name of the person in front of her.

But she remembered that last name.

It represents the royal family of the Holy Blood Empire.

And then that middle name......

Little Arce's pupils dilated slightly.

The middle name of vampires is usually the mother's name, or the grandparent's name, or the hero's name.

If this is true......

So this enemy in front of you......

"Let's make a rule," Caroline's lips opened slightly, like a viper, and she gently spat out the words that followed, "Whoever makes a sound loses." ”

Little Arce let out a cold snort of contempt and held the scarlet soul in his hand.

"You don't want someone to help you, do you?" Caroline laughed, "Little Arce? ”

Little Arce's eyes lit up, and his eyes became terrifying.

"Or again, even if the Wind Weepers are here, I'm not afraid." Caroline looked at her with a playful smile.

"Later I will skewer you on the tip of my spear, then skin you and roast them outside for three days and three nights, until the ravens devour your carrion." Little Arce finally spoke angrily.

Caroline was slightly stunned.

But she nodded in immediate relief.

"Very well, little Arce."

The other party is like an antelope running blindly, stepping headlong into the trap she has laid a long time ago.

Little Arce.

Caroline's heart groaned.

The only thing that makes you lose.

It's your conceit.

……

What followed was a thrilling silent fight.

The battle took place on the second floor of the temple, and both men were very fast.

Arce's spear was like lightning.

Caroline's whip was as agile as a spider's web.

Their figures sped away, leaving two shadows of nothingness on the ground.

It's incredibly fast.

The air contracted violently, flowing, and before it could make a sound, it was suppressed by another powerful force.

The dust on the ground was slightly undulating, and before it had fallen, it was shaken again.

If anyone could keep up with the speed at which these tiny particles changed, they would find that in the midst of this fierce fight, those particles vibrated violently back and forth in a very limited range.

The shock didn't spread.

Caroline and little Arce have a tacit understanding of locking these things into a confined space.

It was a completely silent battle.

But it is more thrilling than any violent, even explosive, battle that can destroy everything.

The palms of the two collided together and exploded silently.

The muscles transmit a wave towards the shoulder at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This was followed by the handover of weapons.

The Scarlet Soul is entwined with the vampire's whip.

It's like a torrent crashing into the aquatic plants at the bottom of the sea.

Before the aquatic plants were completely entangled, the scarlet soul emerged from it like a nimble swimming fish.

"Ha ......"

A silent laugh came from the vampire's mouth.

Infinitely magnified in the psychic consciousness of little Arce.

She effectively controlled the weapon in her hand, and her psychic sense covered the entire second floor.

It's like the long, invisible, thin hair that grows out of her body, expanding in all directions, catching every faint change for her.

Blooming flowers on the windowsill.

The branches of the tree of life growing in the cracks in the walls, as well as the fiery burning blood flowing through the vampire's body, were clearly visible.

At the same time, little Arce also captured every attack intent of the opponent.

Power, speed.

There is also the judgment of the unknown.

That's what she's capable of, confident to beat everything.

Let her temporarily gain the upper hand in this battle for the dead.

……

"You know what?" Caroline's face moved aggressively closer to Arce, and the weapons of the two men intertwined.

She kept her voice so low that if it weren't for Arce's spiritual sense, she wouldn't have heard the words from the other person's mouth at all.

Apparently she could almost guess what little Arce was capable of.

"The Divine Consciousness is certainly powerful."

Little Arce stared coldly into the other party's eyes, with a slight force in his hand.

But this time Caroline didn't put up much resistance.

She used a very risky act -

The whip pulled little Arce's spear inward.

The scarlet spirit stabbed into her chest.

Less than three centimeters away from the noble heart, it was stuck in the ribs.

The soul-tearing pain made her almost cry out in pain.

But her thorny whip was firmly stuck in the other.

At the same time, little Arce's body was tightly tied to her.

The whip pierced little Arce's body, like the teeth of a wild beast, clamping firmly.

Whenever little Arce pushed harder, the more that thing grabbed her flesh.

Caroline smiled slightly, "I was on the top of the building, and one of the two guards I killed was [Shimmer's Fold]. ”

Little Arce's green eyes stared into her eyes.

Laura.

That's the ability of Laura, the temple guard.

The physical limit is still a little short of the prison of crime.

However, this ability is very special, it can make the opponent's attack deflect to a certain extent.

Deflection ......

It was at this moment that little Arce's eyes suddenly widened.

It stands to reason that she had predicted Caroline's behavior just now, and she shouldn't be as passive as she is now......

It was a glimmer of light.

At that moment, Caroline deflected her spear with a glimmer of light, which should have pierced the other man's heart.

It also deflected her long whip.

Even......

Arce Jr. did not capture the other party's intentions.

"I didn't really know what was going to happen." Caroline pouted, "I use Shimmer's Fold, hoping to increase the uncertainty of the battle, no matter how it fluctuates, as long as your spiritual sense can't predict it. ”

"Do you know what I'm capable of?" Caroline laughed, "Oh, you wouldn't know. Because I am the only one in the whole world. ”

In the pupils of little Arce's eyes, the other party's face suddenly enlarged, and the two people pressed tightly together.

A chill appeared on her neck.

Caroline lowered her sharp teeth to her neck.

That's one of the ways vampires eat.

Before she could bite down hard, little Arce heard a whisper from Caroline's mouth -

"My ability is [Holy Blood Fusion]"

Holy Blood Fusion?

In the next second, she felt a trace of cold pain.

Bite open on the neck by a vampire.

But in an instant, the pain turned to numbness, and a huge pleasure flowed down the blood all over the body.

Just when little Arce rolled his eyes upward, dizzy, and felt that his life was about to be lost, the heavy sound of the gate came from outside the temple gate.

"Looks like you're in luck."

The vampire pulled her teeth out of her body and gently lowered her to the door.

Little Arce lay calmly on the ground, unable to move a single finger.

It's like being paralyzed all over.

"Holy Blood Fusion." Caroline smiled, "I can temporarily gain the opponent's ability by sucking blood, but the warriors of the Sin Prison Realm will permanently fuse some of the energy into my body. “

She licked her lips and looked at little Arce intently, then took a deep breath.

"It's a pity, I'd love to get your abilities. But ......"

She pursed her lips and stepped over little Arce's body, bringing her hand to the door.

"Time is running out."

Little Arce's eyes swelled with great anger, and his body trembled slightly.

Her turquoise pupils glowed with gold.

Just like when her mother was angry.

Until the other person's body completely disappears into the door.

"Ah!!h

Rowling's screams could be heard from inside.

……