“…… Raspuchin, what exactly do you want to do? ”

"It's none of your business."

Richard smiled softly, but not in the slightest.

"Your Excellency the Hanged Man, you seem to be a little too nervous and have lost your old demeanor, which is not good."

“...... Hope you won't regret it. ”

The old voice said.

Immediately, the chubby larva that the dark wizard had taken as a "messenger" had its head tilted, and its mouth was flowing with green sticky blood.

Howard's consciousness vanished from the dead body, and he was somewhere to go—perhaps in a cavern buried deep underground, or inside the worm master's body.

In any case, as long as his head is not broken, he will definitely choose to slip away.

......

Once again, the dark clouds of the sky gathered.

The wind and rain never stopped. Even after the earth-shattering scene at the moment of the appearance of "Judgment Day", the dark and rainy night still stubbornly continued in places other than the "Great Void" caused by the space-based strike.

Soon, everything about the dark wizard dissipated in the storm.

A legendary wizard will always have a hundred ways to erase his breath.

Howard had no intention of continuing to dissuade. He had no reason, let alone a way to stop a wizarding leader's decision.

It wasn't until the other party completely disappeared from view that the smile on Richard's face converged, revealing a serious expression.

- Because, he sensed the threat of Howard Nuron's person.

I'm afraid that the plague that spread in the Tower was caused by some kind of magic he gave to the young wizard "Arest Crowley"?

It is for this reason that Richard has an extremely bad impression of the hanged man. Even more directly, he had murderous intent towards the old man.

This kind of wanton play with other people's lives as experiments was unacceptable to Richard.

Although the group of Wizards of the Black Tower generally has no morals or bottom lines to speak of, he has witnessed the whole process of a living person changing from a normal person to a cannibalistic monster who is not a ghost or a ghost.

In a sense, this is more mutilated than simply killing people: this practice not only deprives the right to live, but also destroys the dignity of the subject.

And since seeing that Howard was able to control the Lord of the Worms and obtained the "Red Death Vial" from him, this psychology has become even stronger.

- In order for him to live in peace, this old man must die.

Richard now somewhat understood why all the regular forces in the Mayan world saw the Dark Wizard as an enemy that had to be expelled and destroyed.

Even though it may be that not everyone in the group is downright bad, the realm that the dark wizards study is too dangerous to cause a great disaster at any time.

"The Magic Tower Civil War ......"

Richard's eyes flickered.

All, all of it, will go back to the tower. It will not be until the moment when the winner is decided that it will be over, and the decision will be known.

......

I don't know when the white mist thickened again in the distance beyond the reach of the eye.

The 100,000 demons summoned by the dark arts, after Howard left, should have returned to their original place: the lair or the cavern, but they seemed to be attracted to something again, and continued to act collectively.

As far as the eye could see, there were illusory and blurred silhouettes everywhere, and from time to time one or two terrible screams could be heard.

At the same time, there is a striking sound in the midst of the unsettling sound of the squirrel: it is heavy, oppressive, and has a fixed frequency.

The voice rumbled in my ears, and the scale was almost like a thousand troops charging; On the other hand, however, it doesn't seem hurried at all, closer to a slow walk.

Soon, a strange shadow emerged from the mist.

He was large and strong, at least three or four men tall; Half of his body is magnified by several times, but the lower half of his body is unusually strong, with thick legs with four muscles and hairy hooves, which looks like a mythical centaur.

The centaur slowly walked forward, about to leave the mist-covered wilderness and enter Richard's field of vision.

Who is that guy? It doesn't look like a normal demon.

Richard had no intention of delving into it, let alone communicating with such a non-human who knew it was hard to mess with at first glance.

What's more, he has his own guess: Richard believes that this figure is likely to be the one who cooperated with Howard and manipulated the fog demon behind the scenes.

“...... You're cheating on him, aren't you? What exactly do you want? ”

At this moment, Joan Borgia's voice rang in his ears again.

Richard turned his head in astonishment, and saw that the other man was barely holding up his eyelids, and his blazing eyes were fixed on him.

His expression seemed to be sad or joyless, as if he had regained his composure.

The aura emanating from Qiong'an was still weak, but her consciousness had already awakened.

Richard was not surprised for long, but replied:

"It's a good thing for you."

I didn't expect that the impact of the legendary plague on knights of the same level would be weakened to this extent...... Richard is quiet on the surface, but he has hidden worries inside.

In the Red Death Vial, there is about a double use amount.

Do you want to do it again before you let your real name go?

...... No, according to the principle of the plague, I'm afraid the effect of the second time will be even weaker.

The wonder of the Red Death Vial is that it can concoct different types of plagues according to the needs of the user.

If there is only one person who chooses a target, the power of dark magic contained in it can be affected even by an extraordinary person of the legendary rank; If you choose to adjust the "concentration" to the minimum, the spread will increase to the maximum, which can affect the entire country.

As for the effect, it varies depending on the individual's immunity; For a legendary knight like Joan Borgia, he only needs to wait until the effects of the curse dissipate and his body regains control of his magic, relying on his own immunity to resist.

Richard had reason to believe that the Red Death Vial that Howard handed him was a castrated version. At least there is only magic in it, but there is no knowledge about it—which does not match the definition of a "forbidden creation" that the Dark Wizards envisioned.

"Do you know who the other person is?"

After a moment of silence, Richard asked.

"I'm afraid...... A remnant of the Empire. ”

Joan replied without hesitation. He also saw now that "Raspuchin" had no intention of killing him, otherwise he would have done it a long time ago. But the devil is different, and he must wish that the people of the Holy See would die.

So in order to emphasize its threat, Joan has no intention of hiding it. Telling the truth is the best way to go.

"Judging by his appearance, he should be a descendant of 'Samikina', one of the seventy-two demon nobles. They are proficient in soul rejuvenation and séance. There is a folk superstition that if you put an amulet with her coat of arms written on it under your pillow, you can talk to the deceased in your dreams. ”

"Thanks for the answer."

Richard bowed slightly, and sure enough, he made a decision that was in line with Joan's expectations-

......

When the centaur demon stepped out of the mist, the black-robed figure had disappeared in place.