"No one brought me in, Master Guderian."

Crieses bends over like a circus clown and smiles comically and eeriely.

He repeatedly confirmed in a low, slippery voice like self-talk, "That's right...... No one brought me in. No one, no one has ever ......"

The illusion of choking on something came to Guderian's mind.

He resisted the inexplicable urge to vomit. looked, took a step back.

“…… You're crazy, Kriess. ”

Guderian's left hand rested lightly on the ceremonial knife at his waist, and he no longer concealed his disgust for Chrysses: "I give you one last chance to retreat from the temple at once." Otherwise you will pay for it. ”

As he spoke, his eyes gradually became as sharp as a falcon. A silvery-white halo flickered under his eyes.

"The price? At what cost? ”

Chrisses shook his shriveled body, his voice sharpening, "What else can I pay!" I don't have anything left! You traitors can't understand me! ”

"—Chrisses, shut up."

Guderian muttered under his breath, as if real anger was surging from his slightly closed eyes.

But Chrysses didn't waver in the sway.

His rickety body immediately straightened, concentrating the strength of his whole body as if facing a duel, and his clenched fists creaked.

"What am I saying wrong? What else are you going to deny! ”

Chrisses used all his strength to roar in a hoarse voice, "Give up the glory of Tyre and turn to believe in a mere false god!" He even walked on the ground, birth, old age, sickness and death like a mortal! Don't you know shame?! ”

Chriss's roar was so hysterical that his voice was so hoarse that it could barely be heard.

But the sound alone was enough to draw the people out of the temple. Guderian had already heard a series of hurried footsteps coming from inside.

But Chrysses didn't shy away from it. He just took a big breath and once again shouted in a clearer voice, "It's time for you to go to hell!" Follow your Savior, Roland, to Hell! You traitors! Coward! Heterodox!

"-I'll tell you to shut up!"

Guderian was furious and roared like a lion.

The silvery-white flame in his eyes was so sticky that it overflowed, and a thin layer of flame burned on the surface of his body.

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately appeared in front of Chriss, stabbing his right fist with lightning speed, which immediately pierced Krisses' chest and pierced behind him.

The silver-white flame suddenly rose on Chrisses' body, and his shriveled body burned as quickly as dry wood. Chrysses' body slowly fell backwards, pulled from Guderian's arms, and turned on his back, fists clenched in the air.

Guderian slowly withdrew his right hand, and the flame gradually extinguished, and his right arm was not stained with half of the blood.

Although blood and corpses could theoretically not appear in the temple, Guderian could no longer care about this.

If Crieses were allowed to live, he might have to utter more blasphemous words.

"Such blasphemous words......"

Guderian shook his head, stepped over the body of Cries, who was burning with the flame, and greeted the cardinals who had rushed to the door.

He's going to find an excuse now to fool things out of Chrisses' side.

He had just looked up when he saw a hint of horror on the faces of the cardinals.

He was slightly stunned, and then without hesitation, he slapped the holy flame condensed in his hand behind him, and the smell of burnt meat and the smell of roasted meat poured out.

If he was targeting ordinary people, this might be enough to stop the other party's sneak attack. If you can't kill him, you can at least push him back.

Guderian, however, always felt that something was wrong, but he never felt that something was wrong.

…… Wrong? Didn't hear the screams?

Guderian was suddenly alarmed, but it was too late.

The next moment, he saw a withered, thin, refugee-like right hand poking out of his chest like a tofu piercing his chest and tearing out his heart.

The strong heart was even beating, barely able to be caught.

This is...... What the?

No, why......

Guderian's brain was blank at the moment, and a sharp feeling of weakness spread from his chest, spread to his brain, and then spread to his whole body. He slowly sank into the darkness, watching the cardinals shout at him but could not respond.

Duoduo looked at Guderian, whose heart was pinched, with a look of disbelief.

"It's ...... Undead? No, it's not ......"

"There's nothing wrong with that."

Chrysses laughed and leaned over, the flame on his body gradually extinguished: "The flames can't burn me, and the water can't drown me." Even if my head were cut off, all my bones shattered, and my internal organs exploded, I would never die. ”

"I'm not alone...... I am not the only one who has trampled on his faith and destroyed his daily life by Roland. We are the spirits of the dead from the old times. ”

"-Don't insult the undead!"

Duoduo's face was gloomy, and his bright red eyes were full of murderous intent: "Sinner, don't tarnish the name of the silver!" ”

"Pale Silver? Do you mean the heretics purified by His Majesty Tyre? ”

The corners of Chrysses' mouth cracked, his eyes suddenly turned to dead ash, and his withered right arm stretched out, and he punched Duoduo, who teleported in front of him.

Compared to Duoduo, his body is incredibly fragile. His bones stabbed out of his elbows, and his flesh twisted into a ball of creaking that he didn't dare to bear.

However, Duoduo's blow was still blocked after all.

At the same time, a silvery-gray dust mist poured out of Chriss's wounds, filling the room.

Duoduo smelled the air, but he was originally fearless and fearless, but his face suddenly changed drastically, and he quickly retreated.

"It's-?!"

"If it's the raw material, it's Elcat's undead transformation base liquid."

A calm and gentle voice came from the doorway.

Duoduo turned his gaze away,

An ordinary-looking middle-aged man walked in with a flat face.

His hair is a silver-white head with some yellowing, and his facial features are neither delicate nor exaggerated, and he looks like he is just the average human in terms of appearance, voice, and age.

As if to explain how to make lunch, he explained casually: "I transplanted the reinforced part of the limb into the subsequent transformation link, and treated it with the bloodstain syndrome made by Roland, and it will be transformed as soon as it comes into contact. ”

"By the way, in order to prevent the appearance of stupid infected people from causing me trouble, I have added a function to inhibit thinking and mechanical thinking in the poisonous fog."

Duoduo's face has become extremely hideous at this moment.

His voice was hoarse: "...... Where did you get these base fluids? ”

"Picked up from the rubble, of course."

The middle-aged man scratched his head, his silver-white pupils exuding a metallic luster, looking extremely cold and ruthless.

He added: "- The ruins of Elcut. (To be continued.) )