Peak Street is a relatively wealthy street, inhabited by mostly small merchants and some of the Kingdom soldiers. Such an environment is not superior, but at least people's lives are enjoyable, so it inevitably attracts some people who have the pursuit of life and have small assets.

For example, the wizard apprentice of the Supreme Funeral Society.

The Supreme Funeral Society worships the Lord of the Night, and the core philosophy is probably that death is the starting point, but this does not mean that all members must follow this philosophy and enter the world of the dead. Just as modern Buddhism says, people will go to the Western Elysium after death, but it is true that it is rare for people to leave in a hurry to enjoy themselves. Perhaps those core members and fanatical believers will be happy to shed the skin of corruption and sacrifice their souls to the Lord of the Night, but the reason why the vast majority of people join the Supreme Funeral is to be able to have more powerful power and corresponding status.

This is true for almost everyone at the apprentice level.

Although the younger members all go through this stage, only those who are not gifted enough to improve their magical abilities will stay at this level. The future of these people has been limited, and they will not be able to achieve prosperity and prosperity without having to live as tiring as a farmer, and after a long time, they will of course shift their goals and eventually enjoy the life of ordinary people - such things as spending time and drinking and drinking.

The same is true of the wizarding apprentice who lives on Peak Street. Since the Supreme Funeral Society was accustomed to meeting at night, the members were mostly free to move during the day, and the wizard apprentices of Peak Street had just come out of the tavern and staggered to their homes.

His house is located at the end of Peak Street, although it is a relatively remote alley, but after he put the sign of the Supreme Funeral outside, there are no wandering thugs who dare to harass him. Such an approach may be an act of besieged and attacked among high-ranking members. But he is just a small apprentice, and it is difficult to make an inch in this life, and this kind of behavior is to turn a blind eye and regard it as the welfare of grassroots personnel.

As usual, the wizard apprentice returned home drunk and did not even lock the door. I just pushed the door and walked in. A few days ago, although the Supreme Funeral Party aroused the criticism of many nobles present, their reputation was not very good, and they didn't mind how bad it was, but because their behavior of defeating the Patronus Spirit attracted more attention to their powerful strength, the people in the streets and alleys who originally disdained the Supreme Funeral Party were also afraid of them. The Wizard Apprentice had the privilege of participating in the operation at the time, and although he was only responsible for maintaining the staff of the participating members in the back, he felt as if he had made a meritorious achievement. It is especially nourishing in the fearful gaze of civilians.

At such a juncture, how could anyone dare to offend the Supreme Funeral Ceremony? If a thief who doesn't open his eyes dares to come, it is purely looking for death.

With this in mind, the apprentice wizard stooped into the room, slapped the bottle he was carrying on the table, and was about to take off the mourner's suit, which he did not like.

Between the lightning, the drunken wizard apprentice seemed to see a cold light.

"Hello."

The cold touch was fleeting, and the wizard apprentice hadn't yet reacted to what was happening. Suddenly, I felt a pain in my arm, and my nerves, which had been paralyzed by alcohol, suddenly woke up.

"Please shut up."

He was about to scream out in pain subconsciously. But the sharp thing immediately pressed against his neck, causing the wizard apprentice to quickly shut his mouth.

"Good."

A voice fell from behind, and a hand pressed on his back, motioning for him to reach the chair next to the wooden table.

The wizard apprentice tried to blink, his eyelashes trembling to the point that they almost pierced his eyes.

"Who are you? Do you know my identity? ”

The man behind him ignored him, and the hand patted him on the shoulder. Motioned for him to sit down again.

The apprentice swallowed, pulled his chair twice before pulling it out from under the table, and then sat down tremblingly, clutching his broken arm.

"Good."

The man behind him laid the sword flat and rested it on his shoulder.

"You're afraid that people won't know that you're a member of the Supreme Funeral Society. Dare to put a badge at the door. ”

With a click, the black-gray bone badge was thrown from behind the wizard's apprentice onto the wooden table.

He was frightened by the sound, "You, how dare you ......" He didn't say the next words, he was not stupid when he became an apprentice, he quickly figured out that since the other party dared to do this, of course he would not be afraid of the Supreme Funeral, although he didn't know what the other party wanted to do, but at least any of his threats might not work, unlike those street gangsters, intimidation would only bring negative effects to himself.

But while the wizard apprentice was worried about the other party's target, he was actually a little puzzled.

But now that the Supreme Funeral is in full swing, how can anyone have the audacity to provoke the church?

Could it be ...... Is it a larger organization than the Supreme Funeral Society?

The thought startled him, and although he wasn't sure yet, his heart was already starting to get nervous.

"Looks like you've come to your senses."

The voice behind him seemed to know what he was thinking, and waited for a long time before speaking again. This time, the apprentice wizard listened carefully, it was a voice that was not very mature, if he had to describe it, it was probably a young man.

"You think, ahem, what do you want?"

Knowing that he was only a half-grown child behind him, the wizard apprentice suddenly calmed down a lot.

"I want to know something."

The voice behind him paused.

"It doesn't matter if you know it or not, but you have to sue me."

The wizard apprentice's face froze, and he almost didn't cry. What kind of conversation is this!? If you don't know something, what do you want me to tell you!

"Now, tell me where the Patronus has been sealed by you."

The wizard's apprentice's body trembled, and he didn't expect it to be related to the Patronus.

"This, this...... It would be a hassle if I did......"

"You don't have a choice."

The voice behind him was categorical, and the long sword that moved towards his neck directly blocked the back path of the wizard's apprentice.

The blade was cold, almost against his skin.

"Okay, okay, I'll say, I'll say!"

I don't know if it's the illusion of blood gushing out, the wizard apprentice is so frightened that he hurriedly speaks.

"The Lord Guardian and Patron Saint was transported to Mount Mistir, as if sealed into the Mourning Cave. The seal ended yesterday. ”

The wizard apprentice told all the information he knew, for fear that the person behind him would be dissatisfied. But he waited tremblingly for a while, but could not get a response from behind, and was anxious to look back, when the sharp blade suddenly moved, and he hurriedly turned back.

“…… Where is Mount Mistir? Where is the Cave of Negative Thoughts? ”

The wizard apprentice was a little stunned. It doesn't matter if you don't know about the Negative Cave, this person doesn't even know about Mount Mystiel? But the voice of this gritted teeth made him dare not think much about it, and hurriedly stretched out his hand and gestured on the table, "This side, this is the royal capital, and over there is the Mistier Mountain, and the Negative Cave is in this area, you, as long as you reach the approximate location, you can see the members of the funeral society stationed there." ”

"What are you doing on the day of the celebration?"

The voice behind was cold. I can't hear any fluctuations.

"I—I'm just maintaining mana props for those big shots, and I didn't do anything! Please spare me, don't kill me, I won't say it! The wizard apprentice felt the chill in the tone of the man behind him, and hurriedly begged for mercy for himself. If it weren't for the sword still on his shoulder, he would have even fallen out of his chair and kowtowed to his knees.

“…… Give me a reason not to kill you. ”

The wizard apprentice's eyes rolled, and he really let him find one: "If you kill me." The funeral will be tracked down and will definitely affect your actions! I've leaked my secret to you, and I'm in the same league as you. As long as you don't kill me, you can come to me for anything in the future! ”

"Not bad reason."

The voice behind him seemed to be very satisfied, and the wizard apprentice had just breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly heard someone behind him add a word.

"It's a pity that there is no future."

The cold light passed by!.

About ten minutes later, Greenfield, dressed in ordinary clothes that was easy to move and covered his face with the funeral man's turban, walked vigorously through the woods of the Mistier Mountains.

He obtained the information and supplies he needed from the apprentices of the Supreme Funeral Society. Hopefully, at least be able to get past when discovered. Grimm didn't have any psychological burden to deal with that wizard apprentice, and in his opinion, anyone with malicious intentions towards the Purple Hair Goddess was unforgivable, even if it was just an accomplice. Nor does it deserve half of his mercy. Green didn't notice that his original self was not the type of decisive killing, at most it was the player's mentality, and after crossing over, he still had the intuitive feeling of life and death that modern people couldn't bear to kill. Perhaps due to the accumulation of successive battles, or perhaps due to frequent stimulation, Green's love has reached a critical point recently, and now the successive defeats after entering the trial space are like flames falling on dry wood, which suddenly ignites the anger that belongs to Green.

"Mistier Mountain ......"

The mountain where Green was located, with gray clouds at the top of the peak, looked as if it was permanently shrouded in a gloomy rainstorm. This was the mountain range where Green was before he arrived at the royal city.

He ran in the direction pointed by the wizard's apprentice, and couldn't help but tighten the steel sword in his hand, which was the tempered half-bladed sword he bought from the blacksmith shop, which was the best weapon in the shop, and could be used for the time being, but if it was to deal with the Supreme Funeral Ceremony, I am afraid that the best skill for the head-on conflict, the "Shadow Sword", could not withstand it, and the final solution was only to sneak in and assassinate.

"Is it headquartered in the Mistier Mountains?"

Green narrowed his eyes, he knew too little about the Supreme Ode Funeral, but the connection between the so-called Mistil Mountain and the Supreme Ode Funeral was strange to Green.

In the dark, Green always had a sense of déjà vu.

But in any case, he had not heard of Mount Mistil, and Green walked quickly, and soon saw several members of the Supreme Funeral Society gathered together in the open field outside the woods in the distance.

The thought in Green's mind quickly turned, and he immediately made a decision.

Kill!

Standing up in an instant, Green's legs were like an engine spinning at speed, and the whole person swept out like a violent wind, and before the members of the funeral party could react, the backfire half-bladed sword suddenly struck!

The member of the funeral who was closest to Grimm, still holding something in his hand, was pointing at the other members, who seemed to be the leader of the squad. When Green's fury struck, he only felt a chill in his back. Before he could turn around, he saw the members on the other side with a shocked face.

In the next second, a long sword stole through it, precisely bypassing the finely boned area, like a slippery loach quickly pulling away.

"You ......"

The members beside him were furious, and they were about to raise their weapons. Green had already turned the blade of his sword with a cold face, and slashed his throat cleanly, bringing out a spurt of blood arrows.

Instantaneous!

At such a close distance, Green forcibly started the instantaneous step again, and the violent impact poured into his whole body from the soles of his feet, and the remaining three members of the funeral society had just retreated, Green suddenly caught up, and turned around on the tip of his right foot centered on his leg, and his left leg followed and fell out violently.

Martial arts? Iron Mountain!

The undertaker who was being chased by Green was like being rammed by an elephant. The position of the stroke in the abdomen collapsed, and the whole person spurted out a mouthful of blood and poured it on Green's head, and then fell directly to the ground and died on the spot.

There are two left.

Green shook the sword in his hand, and the blood fell to the ground like scattered flowers, but he couldn't shake off the blood on his face. The young man bathed in bright red looked extremely cold at the moment, and the two members of the funeral who were about to cry out for help could only make a gasping sound of "ho ho" because they were too frightened.

"How. Scared silly? ”

The tip of Green's sword was raised, and the whole person suddenly moved. The figure was like a galloping white line, and he instantly rushed in front of one of them. The other man managed to calm his gaze, but it was the Tempered Half-Blade Sword that Green had pulled out of his teammate.

The boy looked up, and the blood-soaked black hair stuck to his forehead, like a bundle of spikes, pointing directly at his deep eyes.

"I want to know where the Cave of Negative Thoughts is. Will you sue me? ”

A few minutes later-

With two muffled grunts, a faint touch of blood drifted through the air. A figure flashed by, causing the oil lamps on both sides to flicker, and it took a long time to calm down, reflecting two figures who were wilting on the ground silently.

This is after Green enters the cave. The sixth group of mourners killed.

The Supreme Funeral Society seems to be very confident in the sealing enchantment they have made, and there are not even high-level funeral masters stationed in the Negative Cave, and Green kills all the way to the "altar of the altar" mentioned by his tongue before, and all the stabbing attacks are all done at high speed, at least so far, no alarm has sounded.

The path of the cave soon came to an end.

Green looked at the door in front of him in the image of a blue-faced fang, and the altar was already close in front of him. He didn't act rashly, but stuck to the door, looking through the crack in the door.

Due to his vision, he couldn't look too confident, but he could vaguely see a light revealing inside, and when he looked closely, Green seemed to see a figure.

It's her!

Green was overjoyed, there was no longer any figure in his field of vision, he quickly pushed open the door, and what caught his eye was the purple-haired goddess who was bound by invisible energy, her limbs were bound, and her eyes were closed and she was asleep!

Boom -

At this moment, Green's heart suddenly became alarmed, and his toes suddenly exerted his strength and his body stepped back, and a huge blade slashed down in front of his eyes.

The boy rolled backwards to avoid the waves, his body half-prostrate on the ground, and looked up cautiously.

It was a large, twisted recurve knife, and as the blade was pulled from the ground, behind the door was a monster almost two people tall and a body of rotten flesh stuffed together. The shattered monster had a large head, and among the countless patch-like stitches, there was a rotting flesh hole that looked like a bloody mouth, and black blood and a disgusting stench were constantly leaking. A thick arm with a slender arm on top of the flesh hole, and two completely asymmetrical arms on the left and right, a huge recurve knife, a huge kitchen knife, and a huge hook in the hand, constitute all of its fighting style.

Green gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart.

Deya's powerful siege troops, artificial undead - Stitching Monsters.

The anger that had been killed all the way subsided in an instant, and Green only felt a tingling in his scalp. Although this thing is classified as an undead creature, it is not a dead person evoked by a necromancer, but a physical undead transformed by stitching the body of a dead creature, purely in terms of military combat power, this thing is even inferior to the undead's top force, the Dark Knight.

Green quickly lost the system and quickly got the information feedback.

[Stitching Monster, Level 90, Strength Evaluation: C+, Unawakened]

Green saw this message and rushed towards it without thinking of anything. His goal is to rescue the Purple-Haired Goddess, of course, he can't turn around and run, but it's not realistic to fight the Stitching Monster, after all, it's a guy who is even more terrifying than the Phantom Niedhog, and the hope of victory is extremely slim.

So he directly activated the teleportation step, and also threw down two navigation arrows.

One of them is sent to the feet of the Stitching Monster, and the other is sent into its path.

The huge stitch creature roared, and the hook in his hand stabbed Grimm, and it was at this time that the navigation arrow fell on its hand, although due to its excessive weight, the strength of the navigation arrow was not enough to pull it away, but at least it ripped away from its attacking action, and Green accelerated through the gap on its side.

It's disgusting!

Green, who almost brushed the thigh of the stitching monster and flashed in, suddenly felt nauseous when his speed was a little slow, and he couldn't help wiping his nose to wonder if he had rubbed with the stitching monster just now.

But he still remembered his purpose.

So the boy endured the feeling of nausea, and suddenly threw out a spar plate from his waist bag, causing that little bit of light to fly out of it, and then fell to the ground and gradually spread and condensed!

"My lord's life, I will protect it!"

There was a loud thud, and before the Stitch could turn around, the giant shield suddenly fell, lying between Grimm and the Stitcher.

The Valhalla Monument is activated - the Guardian of the Giant Shield enters!

"Block it!" Green shouted and ran towards the purple-haired goddess, "Don't stand up! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a crack in the golden stone that buzzed in his ears, and the three bladed weapons in the stitching monster's hand had already swung and smashed on the giant shield.

We must hurry.

Green turned his head, his gaze locked on the black cylinders near the purple-haired goddess's limbs, and stretched out his tempered half-bladed sword to slash directly at it, slashing the four cylinders in half without any delay.

The purple-haired goddess loses her fulcrum and falls to the ground with a snap. Green had already been prepared, stretched out his hand to stop her waist and hugged her, and a sigh suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Are you okay?"

Green called anxiously, he could see the Giant Shield Guardian constantly retreating under the Stitching Monster's attack, although the defense was worry-free for a short time, if the Giant Shield Guardian took a few more steps back, the gaps on both sides of the shield would be enough for the Stitching Monster to pass Guò.

“…… Well? ”

The soft voice of the person in his arms suddenly made Green overjoyed, he suddenly lowered his head, saw her eyebrows tremble, and the next second happened to meet the blue and crystal eyes.

It was an extremely wonderful moment, when the beauty first woke up, the first thing she saw was Green's face, although it was stained with a lot of blood, but at this time it looked extremely heroic, free and manly, worthy of any girl's intoxication.

But it was Green who broke the beautiful atmosphere.

"Huh?"

But Green soon let out an involuntary cry of surprise, and his body even trembled with horror.

"You—you're not her!" (To be continued......)