Spreading, infiltrating, the demons hidden in the night gradually occupy one key position after another. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

We are united, we have only one belief that we can sacrifice ourselves at all times for the sake of our fellow citizens.

Unlike the close relatives of Skyrim, for various reasons, this new blood family is no longer scattered in unknown corners, and thanks to Renault's cruel rule, no one dares to afford to betray their fellows - the crusaders under Renault's rule will not tolerate any aliens.

With the same fears and enemies, the newly-born and confused people naturally coalesce, and because of the same confusion and distress, they naturally obey the command of their predecessors.

Mimi peeks out from the corner to peek at the person who has her back to her, her master hasn't been back for a long time, and after eating up the dog food in the basement, she runs out of hunger only to find that the nasty blonde fool and the elie who must have a crush on her and the hateful big fox are gone.

Something must have happened! She had vaguely heard Loria's conversation with the others before, and those badass crusaders had snatched their master away from poor Miami!

How can this be! Who will whip it in the future...... Love and be beautiful!

Without much thought, the loyal Shoumi walked out of the house with a weapon, and later turned back, fastened Caesar to his head with a rope, and instantly felt a great force rushing through his body.

With the protection of the cactus, Shoumei gained great courage, she grunted twice, and went out to avenge Loria (I don't know why, Shoumei's brain made up the setting of Loria's murder).

At this moment, she is hiding behind a short wall and peeping at the enemy, and her plan is simple, sneak up on the man from behind and stun the man, and then move her to a corner to interrogate where the enemy's king is...... As for whether to get knocked out and how to interrogate, it is not a question at all for the powerful Shoumei.

Straightening the cactus ball tied to her head, she jumped off the wall nimbly, muttering an indefatigable cry like the brave charging warrior heard in the story—she had forgotten her plan for the sneak attack.

Flamon heard someone running behind him, reflexively lowered his body, turned around and blocked with his shield, and then heard a muffled grunt, and suddenly the person who ran over hit his shield...... Fainted.

Well, the speed and reflexes have improved a lot, and that's the only thing to be thankful for...... His eyes widened in disgust, his eyes widened in disgust, the sun stinged him, a sudden illness changed his life completely, and now he had to risk his life to carry out impossible tasks, and he had to listen to brainwashing sermons from strange people every night...... Do they call themselves the Light Truth Society or the Brotherhood or something, in any case, preaching a way that is not only loyal to Loria? Mograini, and the strange thought of loving her unreservedly and giving everything for her.

Those vampire predecessors were strange people, but he had no other way out, either to be burned at the stake, or to get rid of whomever it was, anyway, it was better to die late than early...... Besides, he'd wanted to take out the damn whistleblowers and pesky pickets for a long time.

Flemon looked down at the fool who had attacked him, and was slightly surprised, the beige-haired girl rolled her eyes and fell to the ground in a large font on her back, with a strange cloud of plant remains on her head, and a few thorns on her head, and small beads of blood were bubbling out.

He thought about it for a moment, this girl didn't look like a fallen crusader (he was used to this new name that distinguished himself from others), but it was safer to kill her for the sake of the mission.

Flamon dragged the fainting Shoumi into a corner, looked around, withdrew his shield, drew his sword from its sheath, and aimed it at her heart.

He looked at the blood beads on Shoumei's forehead and stopped suddenly.

Doru had said that distinguishing his compatriots was mainly based on his senses, and he wasn't very good at this kind of subtle technique, but since he had no appetite for her blood, he should be a companion, right?

……

Ixis had been away from her master for too long, and the separation between the two lives had made her weaker and weaker, and now she was struggling to transform into a human form, and her magic was dwindling day by day, and the day of her return was not far off.

Thankfully, her mission was done, and she cautiously opened the pouch, which contained a small dark red bottle and a tangled clump of pink hair...... It would have been difficult to get enough material from the increasingly savvy little thing, and luckily her captive beige-haired fool had stolen her comb for a few pieces of candy.

Ixis laboriously knelt on the ground and adjusted the portal, there was not much barren magic left, but fortunately a few men didn't need magic, just pull the clothes off a little.

She panted to her feet and looked at the glazed-eyed portal guards, who would never let go of their prey, even though it would ruin the whole plan to kill them...... Let the pink-haired imp feel uncomfortable, she doesn't care.

Sharp nails that didn't belong to humans approached the guard's throat, but a lilac magic circle suddenly appeared at her feet.

It is a call from the Master.

……

The X-shaped wooden frame was too small for the burly Herold, who laughed sarcastically as he watched the ridiculous inquisitor slash his barbed dagger across his horrific scarred body.

Herold's contemptuous laughter angered the inquisitor, and he viciously beat Herold in the abdomen, only to be hurt by the swollen muscles—death, fear, and pain could not help Herold, and the inquisitor was furious but could do nothing, and the whip, the iron, the dagger, and the pliers were all useless, and the vital prisoners could not be used by means that might endanger their lives.

The inquisitor paced the room in distress, and the laughter of Herold coming out of his helmet made him agitated, and suddenly it occurred to him that he should take off the madman's helmet and take a look.

When his hands reached for the horned helmet on Herod's head, the fearless latter struggled violently.

"Now, you can tell me."

The inquisitor retracted his arm and let out a smirked laugh as he finally found the prisoner's fatal weakness!

After pondering for a moment, Herold finally spoke: "Aaron? Mograini escaped through the portal to the other side, yes...... It was Lockhee who helped him. ”

The inquisitor was so happy that he had not even forgotten to take off Herold's horn helmet to get a glimpse of it, and hurried out to report it, as if he had seen riches, glory, and power beckoning him.

Soon after, the inquisitor returned, and judging by his smug smile, he deserved a lot of good.

In his amusement, he did not forget to satisfy his curiosity, and ignored Herold's roar, and he took off the helmet.

"You've crossed the line."

In the shock and the pain of being choked by the neck, that was the last word the inquisitor heard. (To be continued.) )