"Hack!"

"Sweep!"

"Thorn!"

In the martial arts arena, the cold voice fell unhurriedly, Chu Lie slowly flipped the secret book of the Holy See placed on the desk with his left hand, and broke a branch at random with his right hand, and in the subtle sound of breaking the air, this ordinary branch easily resisted the wooden stick waved in the girl's hand.

Brush!

With a flick of his wrist, the branch was as straight as a sword in an instant, and it was accurately pointed at the head of the moon-white long stick, and with a soft sound, the branch in Chu Lie's hand collapsed into countless debris, scattered one after another.

“…… Not bad. ”

Looking back at the girl who was holding a moon-white long stick, breathing quickly but smirking, Chu Lie bowed slightly, and there was a hint of softness on his cold and hard face.

"Oh, hey, hey, it's the teacher who taught you well......"

Snort -

A dull sound of breaking the air sounded on the side, and the knight's sword slashed into the void, and a calm and heavy momentum emerged from the meticulous guardian knight on the side, like a peak rising from the ground in front of him.

On this day, the thirteenth day of the month of frostfall, eighteen days before the sacrificial ceremony.

…………………………

"Well, yes, you've worked hard these days......"

On the top floor of the Holy See, the Pope sat meticulously, looking at the five bishops in front of him with a gentle face, perhaps because the pressure these days was indeed too much, and the old man's originally silver hair had a few more traces of grayness.

Gently closing the documents that the bishops had just submitted on the table, the old man smiled and bowed: "Then, the rest of the time will be troublesome for you to continue to work......

"Yes!"

After a few moments, the five archbishops left the house that belonged only to the Pope, and the last carefully closed the door.

Squeak –

The golden sunlight poured in, and then faded away with the sound of the wooden door gently closing, and the Pope was left alone in the silent room, sitting meticulously upright, his old palm gently caressing the paper, and gently pressing.

The once powerful palm trembled slightly.

"Beatrice, Chu Lie......"

Sitting gently on the back of the chair, the old man who was hidden in the darkness smiled gently, his eyes full of expectation.

"Hurry, I'm ......"

On this day, the seventeenth day of the Frost Moon, there are still fourteen days left before the sacrifice ceremony.

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"Drink, !!"

With a dull explosion, the scorching white flames on Dylan's body scorched, and the earth slowly cracked under this momentum, and the crumbs of bluestone gradually rose under the increasingly thick breath, as if they had fallen into a muddy swamp, and the viscous air flow was wrapped around them.

Sweat oozed from the Guardian Knight's forehead, sticking his shining blonde hair to his forehead, his breath was short, and he was embarrassed, but there was a bright light in those eyes.

Click......

In the crisp sound, fine cracks emerged from the wooden shield in his hand, and then in a crisp explosion, this wooden escape directly burst into countless fragments, and the fragments were also wrapped in the viscous momentum that had been lingering around the knight, and solidified around the knight.

"Huh~Ha~......"

The violent flow of physical strength and fighting spirit blurred the knight's vision slightly, and the sunlight shone into the sweat-infected eyes, as if blurring another face—

Dressed in heavy armor, with blonde hair, he turned around and smiled.

"You have to really take on the power of stigma...... Dylan, when I get back, I'll tell you how I got that bastard out......"

“…… I, I did it...... Brother ......"

But you don't.

It was a wheezing sound, but it also seemed to be whispering to someone, and on the back of his right hand, the light of stigmata shone brightly.

Crash~

With a soft sound, the wings that existed between the unreal and the real spread violently on the half-kneeling knight.

The light feathers are slowly scattered.

On this day, the month of frostfall, the twenty-first day.

…………………………

"Dark ......"

Murmuring lowly, the slender white palm gently unfolded, and ice-blue streamers emerged from all directions, and then converged into a thin and sharp dagger, which was immediately grasped by the slender and white palm.

The eyes like tears of frost stared indifferently at the 'material' in front of them, and the pitch-black figure whose limbs had been directly frozen and fixed by a layer of white ice was still struggling, and the corners of Sylvia's mouth showed a smile of interest.

The frost dagger in her hand fell gently, and the sharp blade lightly touched the black devil's abdomen, causing an angry and crazy roar, and the witch frowned slightly, raised her left hand, and snapped her fingers lightly.

Crash~

The frost quickly converged, and immediately froze the black devil's mouth directly.

The next moment, the ice dagger in the witch's hand stabbed steadily into the black devil's body, and a series of spiritual lights lit up.

'Snooping'

'Anatomy of Life'

'Analysis'......

A variety of detection spells were sent out through the blades that came into contact with them, and the blades hummed lightly in the witch's grasp, and then ignored the black devil who was struggling violently, and slammed upwards.

Snort -

A layer of black liquid splattered onto the nearby ice, and then corroded.

Frost Month, 23rd.

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"Nobody, nobody!"

Roughly pushing the mage out of the house, Edgar, the Archmage of the Light of the Soul, walked around the house irritably, and then sat down directly by the window, his hands clutching his long gray hair, his eyes wide and staring blankly at the ground.

"Five days to go...... Five days ......"

Traces of blood filled his pupils, and the green tendons on the palms of his long hairs bulged up, and then fell weakly.

The voice was tired and depressed.

“…… There is no way back. ”

"I ...... too"

The frustrated voice paused for a moment, and then became eerily calm.

“…… There's no need for a backtrack! ”

Slowly raising his head, a strange blood light appeared from the archmage's forehead, and then disappeared, and the archmage, whose breathing returned to calm, slowly arranged his hair, and after a while, slowly got up.

The old voice rang out.

"Karen, here's the invitation...... I'm going to meet my good friends ......"

…………………………

Snort –

The right fist was slightly closed, and a sharp blade popped out from under the bracer, and the Hidden Blade that solidified the two runes of sharpness and purification shimmered slightly in the sunlight, and on the waist, above the dark demon hunting gun, the Dao Dao micro-light flowed on the pure white and gold lines, stirring the surrounding magical aura.

"So, Knight Chu Lie, your equipment supply only has a hundred bursting bullets, a hundred ice bullets, fifty thunder bullets, and fifty sonic bullets, and the requirements must be made for metal materials, right?"

The priest, who was about sixty years old, looked at the note in his hand, stroked his chest and saluted: "Then, the subordinates will retire first, and your supplies will arrive before tomorrow afternoon." ”

"Hmm."

With a slight bow, the sharp Hidden Blade was silently withdrawn.

Gently moving the five fingers of his right hand, Chu Lie's eyes were crisscrossed with a trace of sword qi.

"And ...... Four days ......"

The old knight was still holding a training rag in his hand, but a scarlet coarse cloth, carefully wiping the objects in his hands, from the blade, the blade, and the spine of the sword, meticulously, and in front of him, a set of armor that had been wiped was slightly reflected under the light.

Stab wounds and sword marks criss-cross.

The palm of the hand wiping the knight's sword paused slightly, slowly put down the red cloth, and held the sword slightly to the side in his right hand, the blade of the sword was broken, but it was enough, no, it was even more cold!

Crash~

Through the open window, the breeze blew, and the scarlet coarse cloth was slightly blown, just as once behind the knight, a faint bloody killing aura lingered,

His eyes swept to the desk calendar on the side, and the handwriting on it reflected the eyes of the old knight.

"And ...... Three days. ”

"Sister, sister, here you go~"

A little girl put a garland of rough flowers on Beatrice's black hair, and the girl smiled cleanly.

"Thank you, at the event after the sacrifice ceremony, I will come to take you to see the moonflower in the backyard of the Holy See, hehe, I have made an appointment~"

"In the last two days, just look forward to it"

Blacksmith's shop.

"Here you go, your sword has been modified according to your own requirements."

The stout blacksmith handed Chu Lie a solemn salute sword, who thanked him and left, while the blacksmith took a deep puff of smoke behind Chu Lie.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"It's the last day, paladin...... What the hell do you want to do......"

………………………………

While! While! While!

The melodious chiming of bells echoed in the sky.

In the cabin where he practiced back then, Chu Lie gently buttoned the last button on his clothes.

Pure black trousers, the top is not a penetrating demon hunter windbreaker, but similar to the shape of the knight's military dress, which sets off Chu Lie's figure upright and cold, and the right hand that has changed into white gloves lifts the knight's long salute sword that has already been taken, and the pure black sword spike hangs down.

Pushing the door out, Beatrice, who was leaning against the tree by the lake, turned her head, her eyes lit up slightly, and Dylan, who was wearing a pure white knight's dress, held her sword and bowed meticulously.

"Teacher."

"Hmm."

With a slight bow, Chu Lie's gaze passed over the girl and the guardian knight, and looked into the distance, where the light of the holy white rose to the sky, which represented the brilliance of 'human victory', even the morning light of the dawn of the sky could only be reduced to a foil.

Yes, Ember Moon, a sacrifice ceremony is held on the first day of the month.

Sacrifice the Victory of the Ancients!

On the earth of humanity, which was scorched to ashes by the flames of war, there will eventually be unextinguished embers that will ignite, and the warmth of this ember will gather and rekindle into a fierce fire, burning everything up.

Click~

The palm of his hand tightened the salute sword, and Chu Lie said in a deep voice

“…… Let's go. ”