The dim light of the sun was hidden behind the clouds, and the setting sun stained the whole sky a blazing red, and the light reflected on the earth as if blood had been smeared on it, and on the other side of the earth, the darkness was approaching, and it was like a giant beast, eating away at the land of mankind little by little.

The noise in the theater square continued, and the conflict in the periphery intensified under the deliberate operation of certain forces, but more often than not, it was the pious prayer, the sound of which converged into a tidal wave, in which countless candles were piled up, and molten wax was spread on the ground like congealed blood.

With the Royal Orchestra of Invig in the Yega Theatre and all the audience already seated, Rennet stood on the stage, refreshed as he had never been, with an uncontrollable smile on his face in the spotlight.

He saluted the dark auditorium, then turned to look at his orchestra, everyone had already found their place, but he frowned slightly, he couldn't find Lorenzo and the others.

Lennette remembers the rhetoric at the time that Lorenzo was a wealthy man who loved music so much that he was willing to fund himself if he was allowed to perform with him...... At least it will allow him to act together as a member of the orchestra and appear on stage.

He made a compromise and allowed Lorenzo to pose on stage, but not to make a sound to disrupt the orchestra, and a few chairs were vacated in the corner prepared for Lorenzo, where they should have been.

Could it be ......

Lennette looked at the audience again, and the joy in his heart boiled again.

Could it be that his stubbornness and love for music impressed Lorenzo and made this rich man with a strange temper give up his participation?

Thinking of this, Lennette bowed again to the dark auditorium, and when he got up again, the temperament of the whole person changed, he was like a general, resolute and calm, waving his baton, like waving a flag, commanding his thousands of troops.

A slowly rising melody ensued.

Like an ancient thing that has been sleeping for so long, it has finally awakened after countless years, and it makes a low and melodious sound, rising from the sleeping earth, carrying the broken soil and toppling the dense jungle, until the obscuring figure replaces the canopy.

It was as if countless horns were playing along with it, and complex melodies overlapped.

The silence gradually turned to a long lull, and after a while, Rennet shattered the silence.

In an instant, a high-pitched scream broke the melodiousness, like a sharp sword cutting through everything that was primitive, and also cutting everyone's eardrums with force, like the bell that woke up from a dream.

It was like a signal of war, the orchestra pulled the strings hard, blew the horn, and in an instant the golden horse broke free from the shackles of the music and rushed to the face, and the sonorous iron horse and the sword fought together.

The old building could not contain such a war, and the sound spread all the way to the theater square, and the melody of war mingled with the sound of the sea of prayers, which everyone in the theater square felt it.

War and faith, the cruel sacredness.

Eve and Kestrel made their way through the crowd, changing into Orthodox robes, and beneath the loose robes was Eve's violin case, the violin of which had long since been discarded in favor of a perpetual pump rifle, which had been disassembled and placed in it, and she was looking for a suitable position to snipe the Pope.

"Performance...... Here we go. ”

The kestrel stopped suddenly, he listened to the vast melody and the prayers of the tide, he couldn't help but look to the end of heaven and earth, and under the setting sun, a sense of sacredness swelled in the kestrel heart.

It was as if something was coming, and under the divine prayer, the burning sky seemed to come down as if the kingdom of heaven had descended, and it seemed that the next moment an angel would come with a fiery sword to bring purification to this world.

"Then Lorenzo's operation has also begun, right?"

Eve didn't pay much attention to this, she stood on her tiptoes hard, and she picked a position behind the figures, which was a little far away, but it seemed that there was still enough time.

She remembered Lorenzo's plan, the explosion was the horn, and in the midst of the riot she would shoot the Pope with one shot.

"Probably, I hope everything goes well. ”

The kestrel withdrew its gaze and escorted the petite Eve forward, avoiding the gaze as much as possible with the others, but fortunately the Orthodox believers were very religious, everyone bowed their heads in prayer, and no one paid attention to them.

It is a time of morning and dusk, day and night under the same sky, in the gap between the day.

The lighter had already packed his clothes and went out into the streets to carry out his day's work, but there was something strange about his work today, he lit the gas lamp, but this time the fire was much more intense than usual......

No...... It was no longer a question of whether it was fierce or not, and the pillar of fire poured out of the pipe, and in the blink of an eye, the lampshade was burned red by the flames.

The lamplighter realized that something was wrong, and thought carefully about his work experience, but it had never happened before, and he slowly backed away, and then he heard it.

It was a tick-tock sound, like something was flowing...... It seems to be a drop of water.

Looking down, he saw it.

At the bottom of the lamppost, black water from nowhere slowly overflowed, with an ominous dead air.

Without even thinking about it, the lamplighter turned and fled, while he screamed loudly for the others to evacuate the place.

......

Curry took a deep breath and had to say that he was more or less stressed at the moment, after all, he would accomplish two feats in this day.

He hadn't felt this way for a long time, and as the head of the Iron Law Bureau, there were few things in this world that could arouse his emotions, so after a long time, he gradually became numb until the day came.

Curry's heart beat hard for the first time in a long time, and the voice was so loud that it was like a war drum, and the cold surface of his body became hot again, as if he had regained his youth.

Staring at the door, he sat behind the long table, surrounded by several guards, each armed with weapons.

Although Hypard's letter was sincere, he never let his guard down against the Vikings, and sometimes Currie himself felt that these things were going too well, and he was uneasy about the smooth going well.

There was a knock on the door, and with the melody playing in the theater below, the familiar pushed open the door.

"Long time no see, Currie. ”

Erin pushed open the door, and the first thing she saw was Currie, who had been her "father", her emotions were a little complicated, but her face was extremely calm, as if she already knew the future, and no matter what happened, she would not be caught off.

"Erin?"

Currie obviously didn't expect to see Erin here, he was unmoved on the surface, but the hand that was hidden out of sight had already grasped the handle of the gun.

Erin walked into the room, and Lorenzo behind her was revealed, and Currie noticed that Erin was being pointed at gunpoint, after which Haybold slowly walked into the room.

"Hello, Currie Ferrey. ”

Hybold stepped forward and sat down across from Currie, while Lorenzo followed him like a little brother, holding Erin hostage.

"I've heard that your Iron Law Bureau is hunting her, so it's a welcome gift. ”

Hypard said and glanced at Erin, although he didn't know what Lorenzo's script was all about, but at this point, Hypard didn't have much time to dwell on this, he seemed to be in the play, talking eloquently.

"Oh? ”

Currie looked at Haybed, his gaze wandering to Erin's face again.

His expression changed slightly, and something unexpected had happened.

"I guess it's more than just a hostage swap, right?"

A disguised smile welled up on Haybed's face as he reached into his arms and pulled out a potion.

The crystalline red liquid slowly tumbled in the glass container, it was like a liquid fire, exuding a fiery temptation, and Curry could clearly feel his own violent heartbeat when he looked directly at the potion, and the guards around him reacted in the same way, as if Hybold was holding some worldly treasure in his hand, stealing everyone's attention.

Secret Blood.

"We in the Vikings are also curious about this power, and I think we can work together even further. ”

Hybold placed the Mystic Blood on the table, and the magic it carried continued to interfere with the will of mortals.

Currie's gaze was a little distracted, but it soon cleared, and he smiled helplessly.

Although things had changed, it also reassured Currie, who had never believed that the Viking Congress would compromise so easily, and even suspected that Haybald's peace talks were fake, so he had arranged for the guards and the choir monsters.

But now Currie believed in Hypard's sincerity.

This is what a king should do, he should not be easily threatened by the lives of his heirs, and the only thing that can make him succumb is the desire for power.

The Vikings also wanted to get the power of the Secret Blood, which was the real purpose of the peace talks with Hybod.

"Ahh ”

Currie didn't think about that, in fact the choir had always been run by Lawrence, and he was only aware of the existence of this power.

Sometimes he longs for the power of the Secret Blood, so that he will get rid of his decayed body and regain his youth, and perhaps after sucking the Secret Blood, Currie will have the opportunity to witness the destruction of the Evangelical Church with his own eyes.

But in the end, Currie gave up.

He wasn't sure if there really was a god in this world, but he was well aware of another thing......

There is a devil in this world.

The secret blood is an invitation from the devil, and to this day, Currie is unwilling to sell his soul to these devils who have fallen into the Jedi.

"There's no rush in this matter, after today, we have time to negotiate the secret blood. ”

Hybod voluntarily avoided the conversation.

Everything is going well, just like Lorenzo taught him on the road, and under this deliberate inducement, Curry has been perfectly deceived into the past, and the next thing is what they have to do.

"So, where's Ivar?"

Hybod asked.

"Ivar?"

Curry's heart was beating a little fast, and his eyes looked at the wall to one side, and he was about to say where Ivar was, when he suddenly realized something and held back his words.

He looked warily at Hybod and the Secret Blood that had been placed on the table.

Currie has always been a cunning guy, as the director of the Iron Law Bureau, intrigue and weirdness are his forte, but at that moment he felt a cold of conspiracy.

Before the deal was made, he almost said where Ivar was, which was not in his style.

Myself...... Affected by the secret blood.

Currie's thoughts raced as he looked at the guests from the Vikings in front of him.

Did Hypard do this on purpose? let the secret blood affect his mind, confuse his judgment, or did he do it unintentionally?

Currie didn't know, but soon his eyes were drawn to another person.

The man standing behind Erin, holding a gun to her head.

Who is he? If he suddenly turns his gun on him, will he have a chance to dodge the shot?

No...... No......

How could he allow someone to meet him with a weapon, even if he was holding Erin hostage.

Suddenly, Currie smelled the smell of blood in the air.

In a short period of time, Curry thought too many things, as the emperor in the dark, he would never trust anything, but everything that existed broke his convention.

Currie realized that it was a trap.

From the very beginning, he fell into the trap of Hybod, and one after another information disrupted his judgment, the appearance of Erin, the peace talks of Hybod, and the secret blood that disturbed people's minds, and the layout had already begun from the beginning, so that he ignored the most important thing.

"Who are you?"

Currie's gaze looked behind Haybed, and he stared at Lorenzo in the shadows.

"Who are you?"

He asked again.

A cold, nameless chill wrapped around his body like a vine, up his spine until he completely wrapped around his heart.

It was a somewhat ridiculous plan, Currie could not have imagined that anyone would dare to do it, and Hybold was just a disguise, and this guy who had been silent in the shadows represented the will of the Vikings.

"Me?"

Lorenzo screamed in his heart that something was wrong.

Overall, Lorenzo's plan was perfect.

In Erin's memory, he saw Curry, a violent and suspicious person, if he acted according to the original plan, after signing the treaty, the battle would break out, Lorenzo would tear up the treaty, and then take Ivar away, but in the meantime, Curry might not realize the flaw, so Lorenzo temporarily changed the plan.

He first rationalized what Currie thought was unreasonable, and then used the power of the secret blood to interfere with his judgment and make him ignore the small, illogical things in the event.

Lorenzo was surprised, he didn't expect to be recognized by Curry at a critical moment, should he be said to be worthy of being the director of the Iron Law Bureau?

"Your plan has failed!"

Currie's voice was visibly angry, and he was a little unsure of what Hybod's purpose was, whether he had come to rescue Ivar or whether he was hungry for the power of the Mystic Blood.

But in this case, there is no need to say anything, Curry has already realized that it is not good, and he is suspicious by nature, and when he knows that his judgment is affected by the secret blood, this negotiation is already over.

Lorenzo laughed, and Lorenzo actually laughed heartlessly at this damn moment.

"No, Director Currie Ferrey, on the contrary, the plan succeeded. ”

Hypard and Erin had no idea what Lorenzo was up to, and he didn't tell anyone about the plans, and they could only watch his impromptu performance in amazement.

I saw Lorenzo push Erin away, and Winchester's gun was pointed directly at Curry, and his movements were extremely dashing, like a dance.

"I'm Lorenzo Holmes!"

He didn't look in a hurry to shoot, as if he was waiting for something.

"The Outside Detective of the Suaran Hall, the Friend of the Old Dunling Lady, the Shrike's Iron Thorn, the Amateur Knight, the Demon Advisor of the Purifier, the Last Demon Hunter, and ......

The architect of the Golden Age. ”

The guards raised their guns and pointed their guns at Lorenzo, as long as they pulled the trigger, the three of them would be beaten into a sieve in the next second, but in such a fatal situation, Lorenzo talked bad things and talked about a lot of ridiculous titles.

And then...... And then nothing happened.

Lorenzo held Winchester, his expression frozen, and Irene and Haybold looked at him like fools, and now their mood was broken, and they could not have imagined that Lorenzo, who was usually reliable, actually fell ill in this situation.

Everyone began to doubt life, even Currie was puzzled, and his gaze on Lorenzo changed from wariness to that of a ridiculous clown.

Truth be told, in the face of such a neurotic enemy, Currie couldn't figure out what he wanted to do.

"Ah......h

Lorenzo was also embarrassed by himself, and it felt like you were giving a passionate speech on stage and the spotlight didn't fall on you.

He smiled awkwardly and combed his hair with his hands, looking narcissistic, but unfortunately his hair didn't stand up at all, as if he had lost his spirit, and drooped down.

This is an incomparably difficult situation, and even Lorenzo himself can't stand it.

The next moment, a roaring shock swept through the room.

For a moment, it seemed as if an invisible punch struck everyone's chest, and the guards were tossed over by the wave of air, the glass shattered into countless points of light in an instant, and the old dust peeled off the walls, and they reflected and vibrated in the air.

The air was filled with twisted and flying debris, the dust roared and rolled, and the vision was obscured, and all that could be seen was chaos.

The piercing sound of the explosion came late after the impact, tormenting everyone's eardrums, and the reverberation of music and prayer mingled with it, like a prelude to the end of the world.

Currie was pressed to the ground by the wave of air, and he tried to get up, but as soon as he looked up, he saw an extremely dazzling light.

It's sword light.

Lorenzo stood still in the sudden explosion like a rock, sword in one hand, Winchester in the other, and a cello case full of weapons on his back.

Without the previous laughter, his face was solemn.

"That's the whole picture of the plan, and it's better to fight all the way out than to execute it in fear. ”

Stepping over one guard after another moaning in pain, Lorenzo walked towards Curry.

"To reside, I'm Lorenzo Holmes. ”

Curry's face was reflected in the sword, and the slender blade distorted his countenance as if he were howling in pain.

"I'm going to kill you, Currie Ferré"