Angus's heart began to twitch slightly, and consciousness gradually boiled.

There was a constant murmur in his ears, and something burning flowed in from behind his ears, down the veins into the heart, and then an even more scorching stream of heat flowed out of the heart and into the wrists of both hands. It was as if his hands had been washed by boiling water, and the burning pain made Angus's fingers twitch subconsciously.

- That's a warning sign of danger.

Angus's transcendent perception constantly stressed to him that danger was looming.

It was not the sharp sense of crisis when the bow and arrow flew in the air, but the oppressive fear of the killer slowly walking towards him.

But the thickness of the fear itself is strange. Angus felt the air become sticky and cold, as if he were on a graveyard on a winter night.

It has nothing to do with the enemy's ability. That's not weirdness that humans can have.

Even the most powerful human beings are only human beings.

But at this moment, Angus felt a kind of despair from the world itself. It was a foreign object that even the world could not contain.

- If this kind of monster appears in the plurality, I'm afraid that even His Majesty Saint Laurent can't do anything about it.

The only good news is that Angus was more or less prepared.

In the mezzanine of his jacket, a thumb-sized silver cross glittered like a signal light in a corner that no one could see.

It was given to him by the young priest with his unforgettable white-gold shawl hair when he went to collect Saint Laurent's Commandments four days earlier.

"Yves Saint Laurent is with you, parishioners."

The young man with deep eyes and old eyes swore to him like this: "Saint Laurent is above, Your Majesty has long seen your future. If you are trapped by the evil and fall into the conspiracy of the cultists, all you have to do is hold it and chant the name of Roland, and the gift of Saint Laurent will come...... You'll use it, sooner or later. ”

And after Angus took the silver ornament, the young man disappeared into thin air, as if Angus was hallucinating.

After that, all the inhabitants who had not yet received the Commandments naturally talked about leaving, as if they had just come to join in the fun. No one present looked at Angus in the slightest bit of surprise from this, let alone Angus, as if all of them had forgotten the lord they had just received warmly welcomed.

This level of anomaly was enough for Angus to understand that he was absolutely not hallucinating.

It can be said that this meeting is known only to Angus.

It was precisely because of this that Angus did not tell his brother about this, nor did he tell Master Vega.

Angus was not a wise man, but he had learned at least one thing over the years, and that was that any secret could not be called a secret as long as it was told to a second person.

And the moment he grasped the cross, he immediately felt the power of Yves Saint Laurent. The fatigue in his body disappeared instantly, and Angus felt a peace of mind that he had never felt before.

Yves Saint Laurent is different from those false gods. He didn't need anything like an icon that was only ritual but had no value.

"Let us celebrate—"

Angus, with his right hand clasped to his chest, whispered to the cross in a voice that only he could hear.

But the moment he spoke, Angus felt something strange.

A strong hostility rose from the ground, and a thin white mist slowly seeped out from beneath his feet. The sound of a thin layer of ice being deliberately trampled on repeatedly appeared in Angus's ears like a hallucination.

The next moment, Angus saw a terrible vision-

He saw thorny ice spikes bloom at Viscount Oakliford's feet, surging like an ocean of ice, piercing and tearing himself and Vega straight through and tearing apart.

What made his heart furious was that it happened that Viscount Oakliford stopped his previous fanatical preaching at this time, and slowly turned his head, staring at Angus with a gaze of doubt and regret.

“…… But you do not desire such a flame. ”

He bit his lip and said in great pain: "You are nobles, and I am also noble...... I am willing to give up my aristocratic status and really do something practical for the people, but why should you covet this privilege above the people, and refuse to bend down to meet the flames of this revolution in the world? ”

"Wait...... You say, above the privilege of the people? ”

Oakliford's words immediately infuriated Viscount Angus.

The corners of his mouth rose mockingly, and the surging blood almost overwhelmed him, making him forget where he was at the moment.

He couldn't help but retort: "Who told you that the nobles are going to be superior? Your parents? ”

Viscount Oakliford was stunned.

At the same time, the damp and cold fear that wrapped around Viscount Angus dissipated.

But Angus didn't care about that at the moment.

"The so-called nobility is the one who takes the lead-"

Angus said proudly: "The aristocracy should charge at the forefront of the battlefield, the aristocracy should give their lives for the wishes of the people, and the aristocracy should fight for the people - the aristocracy is superior because of what they have given and brought to the people." It is precisely because the people respect the virtues of the nobility from the bottom of their hearts, revere the laws set by the nobility, and look forward to the life of the nobility that people can make progress. ”

"Return to the people the rights and property that belong to the people? That's nice...... Without a tax collector, who can donate money to build a dam? Without nobility, who will lead the charge? If people do not have an upward goal in the world, and there is no awe and longing, what kind of progress can we talk about? That's the fall of humanity or not! Are you going to turn humans into bloodless and tearless dolls? ”

Even in the face of a monster that could easily kill him, Angus held his head high and rebuked the cultist in front of him word by word in a proud and determined tone.

But even after being scolded so badly by Angus, Viscount Oakliford's face was already unwavering.

"Say whatever you want, Viscount Ketugaya."

His face became emotionless like a puppet, and a dim yellow flame gradually ignited in his eyes: "Maybe you're right...... But you can't change my mind, let alone your fate. ”

With his whispers, his body began to alienate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His cheeks were drying up like a dead body. Several dim yellow crystals emerged from his shriveled face, and five or six dim yellow crystal spikes of varying lengths pierced from his chin, spine, and shoulder blades, and the fine, hollow crystal spikes slowly pierced out of his body.

To this day, the deliverance that Angus was hoping for has not yet arrived. He didn't see Saint Laurent give him the power to defeat the monster in an instant, nor did he see a bolt of lightning slay down and kill the monster in front of him with the face of Viscount Oakliford.

Angus took a deep breath, then jerked the cross out of his bosom, and rushed forward with a roar of rage, about to plunge the sharp handle into the eye of Viscount Oakliford.

But as soon as he took a step, several hollow crystal thorns more than a meter long burst out from under his feet, piercing all parts of his body. Angus roared, roaring as he lifted up the slowly expanding crystal spikes and held them high in the sky as if they had been pierced by several spears at the same time, and sent them to Viscount Oakliford.

"You see, you can't change your mortal fate. Just as you can't change the fate of this world – the world will eventually be destroyed. Anything is in vain. ”

"Viscount Oakliford," said blandly.

"Huh...... That's not what you said before. What about the equality that is good? What about changing the world? ”

Angus said with a sneer, sneering at the coldness and paralysis of the blood being drained.

"Sooner or later, it will happen, but it won't affect Faennes going into the twilight."

"Viscount Oakliford" stared at Angus expressionlessly: "No one can change fate-"

As soon as it was halfway through, Angus's arm muscles tensed instantly, and several slender crystal thorns were broken, and the cross that had been held in his hand was stabbed towards the "Viscount Oakliford" without warning.

But just before he was about to stab the "Viscount Oakliford", dozens of spikes instantly pierced out of the ground, piercing his arm from his shoulder to his fingertips, and his entire right arm was immobilized by crystal thorns, unable to move.

And the cross was less than half an inch from the eyes of the "Viscount Oakliford" at this time. But "Viscount Oakliford" didn't even blink, and just looked at Angus flatly.

"Jeffrey! You're ...... Monster! ”

Angus's face turned pale with pain, and he held back the pain and scolded angrily word by word.

But "Jeffrey" shook his head.

"Named Jeffrey. Francis. Oakliford's Twilight Followers had died three months earlier. ”

He said in a flat tone without hatred, "Standing here now is Jeffreyla, the son of the Crystal Nest, the great Twilight Dependent—" (To be continued.) )