The man was enveloped in tight armor, and the light would shine in the light of a candle reflected on the cold metal, depicting the divine angel and the flaming blade.

The Templar stepped over the stairs of the Heavenly Kingdom, and he lowered his pace as low as he could, but the clash of armor was so clear that it was loud in this quiet place.

However, his arrival did not seem to wake anyone, and he continued to enter the sacred Basilica of Santa Nalo, full of manifestations of faith, but the man could only feel trepidation.

The church was so empty that it was as if it had come to another dead world, and there was nothing warm to speak of except for the burning candles.

The knight looked a little confused, and he paused for a long time under the hall, but could not see anyone or anything alive except him.

He didn't want to wait any longer, followed the route in his memory, and then before that gate to heaven, he saw the first person besides him.

Anthony gently stroked the relief on the Gate of Heaven, and as if he had anticipated the man's arrival, he withdrew his hand, turned around and slowly grabbed the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Knight, you should know that no one can set foot in the Cathedral of Saint-Nalo without the summons of His Majesty. ”

"Get out of the way, Father. ”

A deep male voice came from under the visor.

"Interesting, is this an invasion? The sacred place has been invaded by evil again after many years?"

Anthony smiled, not angry at the man's behavior, but more excited.

The scar that ran through his neck and cheeks ached, and it wrapped around Anthony like a poisonous snake, it longed for blood and suffering, it urged Anthony.

"I've rarely done anything since I took charge of the Protestant Order, and to be honest, I miss the fight. ”

The cold cold light came out of the sheath, it was not a nail sword, but a mottled knight's sword, I don't know how many fierce battles it had experienced, the sharp blade had already been covered with gaps and cracks, it should have broken a long time ago, but it was like there was some strange force supporting it, making it indestructible.

In an instant, Anthony's momentum changed.

The mottled blade hung low in front of him, and he stepped forward like a tiger.

The man was not intimidated by Anthony's momentum, he seemed to have no emotional mind to speak of, whether he was facing the fire or the deep cold, he had that calm attitude.

Without saying a word, the man drew the knight's sword slowly, it seemed heavy, and every swing was full of power, and the blade was on top of the arm, and he bowed himself.

A battle unfolded so quickly, and the atmosphere became solemn.

A wind blew into the room, slightly shaking the ubiquitous candle flame, and the figures of the two men were distorted in the swaying of the firelight, and they staggered on the wall as if they were fighting.

The shadow's movements slowed gradually, but the next moment the flames flickered, and the shadow writhed sharply, and the blade that drew the wind was already slashing out as the fireworks twisted.

The two blades collided together, sparks erupting.

Just now the two kept a safe distance, but the next moment they fought together, judging from the position, the man did not move at all, it was Anthony who shortened the distance in an instant and launched a tough offensive.

Anthony was fast-paced, turning into a streamer as he sprinted. But his offensive did not hurt the man, he moved clumsily, but he must be steady, like a fortress that is difficult to impamelate.

The blade grinded and burst into a piercing sound, and the man knew that if he wanted to move on, he would have to find a way to deal with Anthony in front of him, but he also knew that although he seemed to be evenly matched, he actually had no hope of defeating Anthony at all......

In other words, with this ordinary mortal body alone, Watson was not sure that he could kill Anthony.

But now that we're here, there's nothing to hesitate about.

The will of nothingness needs entities to interfere with reality, Watson drives the man's body, there is no secret blood in this body, she can only use her skills to make up for the gap as much as possible.

Fiercely swung the blade and slashed at Anthony's head, the mottled knight's sword also struck back at this moment, and at the moment of the blade's impact, Anthony suddenly felt the pressure of the blade in his hand.

It was a feint, and the seemingly ferocious sword strike didn't carry much power at all, and Watson immediately deflected the blade and slashed at Anthony more quickly from another angle.

But she failed.

Anthony was once the finest of the Templars, a confidant of the new pope, and the patriarch of the Protestant Order, who had a much deeper grasp of swordsmanship than Watson's.

Swiftly stepping forward, the mottled blade clinging to his body, he used himself as a blade pressing against Watson, the distance between the two shortened rapidly, Watson's sword strike had no room to swing at all, she could only step back.

The figures of the two were close to each other, Anthony clenched the blade of the sword with his backhand, and used the strength of his whole body to move, and the whole person directly hit Watson's body head-on and attacked.

It was a tooth-aching grinding, and the gap-filled blades were jagged like jagged teeth, and it quickly swept across the armor, cutting the metal through each other, leaving behind a terrifying scar, and hot blood gushing out of the cracks.

Anthony laughed maniacally, and under the soaking of blood, he was like a madman.

Watson's attack was reversed by him in an instant, and the body was severely damaged on top of it, but this was not the end, the jagged blade could not continue to slash, it was held tightly, although as soon as Anthony twisted the blade, he would cut off Watson's five fingers, but it was too late.

Anthony's figure froze, and at this moment, the surging erosion poured out of the cracks in the armor like a tide, as if some evil and terrifying existence was being bound under this shell, and now it would break out of the cage.

Without the slightest hesitation, Anthony's instinct for battle caused Anthony to give up his sword sharply, and the whole person jumped backwards, while his pupils burned and the blinding sun rose from beneath him.

Watson saw it.

Layers of dense scale armor covered Anthony's body, and in the blink of an eye, he had turned into a black-armored warrior.

The old Order is history, but in the new Order they still use their old traditions, and the power of Medanzo still guards the sacred place.

Anthony clearly didn't know exactly what he was up against, but his instincts for battle made him wary.

【Gap】Invasion.

The man's steps stiffened, and then he fell to the ground as if he had lost his soul, and there was still the wound left by Anthony on his chest, and the blood flowed little by little, until his body was completely cold.

In front of him, Anthony's figure had stopped at some point, and in the gap in his visor, the eyes that were a little frightened reflected in this thing that should not exist in this world.

Anthony couldn't see Watson, but he could feel the disgusting eerie feeling.

Breathing paused in an instant, and an invisible force grabbed Anthony's throat, and he swung his blade, but could only slash into a void of air.

What's going on?

Anthony was well aware that it was eroded, but where was the source of the erosion? Is there some powerful demon hiding in the vicinity? and how did it manage to escape its own detection?

His mind stiffened, his will began to waver, and the invisible force continued to hit his barriers, and the moment he was conquered, it was Anthony's death, and it was at this time that the desperate battle ushered in a turning point.

"Let him go. ”

A voice rang out, coming from behind Anthony.

At some point, the gate of heaven behind Anthony had opened, and the angels and demons on the relief had avoided each other, and in the deep darkness, the sharp nail sword reflected the only glow.

Anthony was grabbed and a hand held his head down, forcing him to kneel, and Anthony looked up, and beneath the mask of steel he saw the rising sun.

Power Raphael.

Endless hallucinations descended on Anthony's mind, obscuring the hellish vision, and Anthony no longer struggled in pain, but knelt down reverently and looked up.

The new pope didn't know if doing so would save Anthony from Watson's grasp, but it was all he could do.

A miracle happened.

Anthony's eyes gradually cleared, he gasped for breath, and his face was covered with sweat.

"Crowned ......"

His voice trembled, and he stretched out his hand as if to grasp the light in front of him, but the next moment he fell into an even darker abyss.

Anthony's eyes changed, he became cold and ruthless, he was like putting on a cold mask, and there was no longer any emotion to speak of.

He slowly stood up and said in a flat voice.

"Seni Lothair. ”

The new pope slowly stepped back, opening a seemingly safe distance, but beneath the holy robes, he had already clenched his nail sword.

"Interesting...... This is the first time you have taken the initiative to communicate with me. ”

This has happened more than once, and the beings who have been called the Silence have come again and again, descending on those people, swinging their swords at themselves, or appearing out of thin air, fighting with their strange and sacred bodies.

The new Pope had asked them questions, but the answer was always wordless, and sometimes he even thought that the strange beings had no mind to speak of, and that they were simply following some ancient oath and carrying it out like a walking corpse.

He didn't care about Anthony's life or death, but was full of curiosity about the existence of this suspected silent person in front of him, and the new pope vaguely realized that he was closer to the secrets of this world, and this strange guy in front of him would bring the truth to himself.

"Are you...... It's you, right? Sure enough, I guessed right, there are outliers among you, too. ”

The new pope thought of something, and the voice under the mask was full of joy.

"In my confrontation with those monsters at that time, you and the other guy, you are very similar to those monsters, but you didn't make a move, but watched from the sidelines. ”

Memories of the past flashed back in front of his eyes, and the new pope's speech couldn't help but quicken.

"Yes! I felt the confusion and fear that you were coming from, that you were similar to those monsters, but different from them! You didn't know that that thing existed...... So you've found a way, a way to turn into those monsters, right?"

The broken information was connected, and for a while the new pope even let down his vigilance against Watson, and all he had in his heart was a mad desire for knowledge.

He was so desperate, Seni Lothair was so eager to know what was going on, he wanted to lift the curtain of the world and see the truth that people had hidden.

For all this, he will stop at nothing.

"Talk, talk! I ...... What shall I call you?"

The new pope walked around Antony, and he looked at the familiar man carefully, hoping to find the slightest difference in the familiarity.

"We? no, you should be talking about them, and they're called the Silencers. ”

Watson replied that she did not continue to attack, and like the new pope, Watson was also looking at the mysterious new pope while he was looking at himself.

He had too little information about him, and Watson had ventured this time, and if anyone in the world had the most information, it would be the new pope who ruled the evangelical church.

Watson felt that all the secrets of the world were hidden under this land, but neither he nor the new pope had the ability to decipher the truth.

"The Silencer...... Silence? It's a name that fits the monsters who want to shut up some people forever so they can keep their damn secrets. ”

The new pope was so excited, he was rarely so happy.

Thoughts were rushing, and he made a gesture that shocked Watson.

With a crisp thud, the nail sword fell to the ground, and the new Pope strode forward, standing in front of Watson, the burning eyes under the mask looking at her with great eagerness.

"Sure enough, I guessed right, according to the power of demons, humans can't defeat this terrible existence at all, we should be destroyed countless times, but humans have survived in the shadow of demons, there must be some external force interfering with all this, and those who realize this are dead, killed by the Silencer. ”

He laughed, as if the so-called friend or foe no longer mattered in the face of the intellectual curiosity of the truth.

"I was still so arrogant, I thought I was the only one who realized this and survived, no...... Not only that, but there are people who are aware of this, and they do it better than I do, and while I'm still baffling with all this, you've found a way to turn into those monsters. ”

"So you're also hitting a bottleneck, aren't you? We can work together to uncover the true face of those monsters. ”

Watson was stunned in the face of such a fanatical new pope, to be honest, she had thought that she would start a shocking battle with the new pope, and after defeating this mysterious guy with great difficulty, she would pry what she wanted from his mouth, but she never imagined that he would react like this.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Watson wondered, in the face of such an unknown and unaware existence, why was the new pope not afraid, but even more happy?

"Afraid, afraid of what, afraid that you will get into my head?"

The new pope laughed louder, and then his tone froze.

"The truly strong are not afraid of these, I believe in my iron will, and I believe that I will not be defeated by anyone, not even the monster known as the Silencer. ”

He held out and pointed to his head.

"You can give it a try, guest. ”