The maid instantly showed a look of horror, she had never thought that in the heavily guarded city lord's mansion, there would be a stranger with no impression - if a guest from afar planned to visit the city lord's mansion, then he needed to register and report in advance, not as presumptuous and sudden as he was now.

Of course, if the person who came was an Assassin, that would be a different matter.

The maid was about to exclaim in surprise, her eyes widened, but nothing came out—the young man's gaze met her quietly, but she saw not the slightest malice in it.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief, but to her astonishment, the young man had entered the study in the next second—she knew very well what her Lord Count was doing at the moment, and to disturb him at such a time would undoubtedly cause the Lord Count to be furious.

Heavy gasps echoed in the study.

And when Gross came to the side of the bed, the tumbling velvet blanket was lifted by the figure tangled underneath - he first saw the face of a woman, this woman's face was elegant and beautiful, with a mature and charming charm different from that of a young girl, but when she looked back at Gross, her face suddenly became extremely nervous.

The feeling in Anna's heart grew stronger.

She didn't know the young man, and judging by the other party's uninvited behavior, it was obvious that it could not be their "friend".

"Who are you?"

But the first to speak was "Count Lambert"-

Gross stared at the face that he remembered, and although the man in front of him looked very similar to Locke Lambert's, he was sure that this guy would never be the arrogant and stubborn Lord of Ensada.

There was no answer, just a momentary gaze.

Gross looked at "Count Lambert"—

The bare upper body was a piece of blue-gray skin like a rock, these skins were scarred, the wounds were flowing with bloody yellow pus, and a faint black gas lingered around his body, and in the midst of it, Gross completely felt a little bit of the power of the law belonging to the Holy Radiance-

There was no doubt that this was a wounded high-level undead, and the presence of the power of the Holy Radiance made his injuries heal unusually slowly.

In other words, the undead is not in its prime.

And Gross has never been a pedantic person, the other side is not friend or foe, and now is not the time to pay attention to kindness and "chivalry". At this time, a more appropriate choice is to "take advantage of his illness and ask for his life"!

He smiled, and gave a stinging glance at the sleek woman on the bed—

These actions undoubtedly made the "Earl Lambert" angry, and he stood up, and was about to take his sword from the ledge, but what he did not expect was that the young man's smile disappeared in an instant, and then, a thin white line of hot and bright white ran through the air from front to back—

The dark night seemed to be ignited in this moment. In the eyes of "Count Lambert" and Anna, this is not just a line, but a blow that almost tears through space, but what is more terrifying is not the amazing swordsmanship itself, but the power contained in it-

Radiant Flame.

The ultimate power of the Divine Law.

For an undead, this is a completely irresistible force. "Count Lambert" reacted very quickly, but he only had time to turn to the side slightly, and the thin white line had already penetrated the upper arm of his left hand, and suddenly, there was a strong smell of burnt meat in the air.

He retreated, the ledge where the sword hung was not far from him, and this time he had a gloomy face, and he was just about to draw his sword, but despite this, his left arm visibly became shriveled up to the naked eye, and on the skin on his body, the divine flame ignited by the flame of radiance was already burning, and a little white glimmer was like a starry sky in the night.

The undead couldn't help but grit his teeth in intense pain, and he stared at the young man—

At first, he was dismissive of Anna's premonitions, always thinking that it was a ridiculous and ridiculous statement, but now he finally knew where his sister's inner turmoil came from, the strength and law power attributes of the young man in front of him were completely the natural enemies and nemesis of the undead.

Church of the Holy Radiance?

For a moment, he thought of the vast organization that had always professed justice, but it was clearly not the time to be distracted—

The young man did not follow the momentum, but turned sideways, holding a silver-white sword diagonally, and when the sword fell seemingly casually, a white light slashed towards his sister.

Anna.

Although the two had an inseparable blood relationship many years ago, "Count Lambert" preferred that his sister, who was perfect in all aspects, be his lover and his wife-

He had been a spirit living in the body of a black cat, and whenever he saw his sister Anna intimate with the man through those needle-like eyes, he was always maddened with jealousy, and then angry, and the irrepressible flames almost burned his soul to ashes. At that time, he even fantasized about tearing the man's throat with his sharp claws, but his sister never let him succeed.

Unfortunately, no one can predict the unknown tomorrow.

Later, everything happened to him.

The price paid was to be transformed into an undead forever, but he didn't care, because he had had enough of the days he had been a spirit.

He just wants to indulge himself.

But even so, his sister Anna is still the object of his heart that cannot be blasphemed, and she is the only figure in his heart who vows to wait forever-

The brilliant sword light shattered his vision, and the power of the divine law completely filled the entire room, and being an undead made him feel natural fear and fear, but he didn't hesitate at all, and directly pounced on the sword-wielding figure.

"Innocent!"

When he swung that sword, Gross kept an eye on the movement at this end, but when he saw the fake Earl Lambert's desperate but disorganized stance, he couldn't help but laugh—

The undead disguised as Locke Lambert was really just a façade, and Gross remembered that the initiator of the "Ambition Rebellion", Locke Lambert, the lord of Ensada, had quite good swordsmanship.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have fought alone behind the enemy in that poignant final plot CG before he was defeated and died.

The undead in front of him, judging from the current performance, is just an empty layer with no corresponding strength. What's more, he was also wounded—not only from the Templars in the Image Stone, but with the first blow from Gross, the undead's left arm had been rendered useless.

"Tonight, I'm going to get a double kill!"

He smiled and showed a mouthful of white teeth, and after seeing the "Count Lambert" getting closer and closer to him, he turned the blade of the sword again.