"We can open the side door. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

A hoarse voice rang out: "Let them go through the quarantine passage, we have a safety valve and a vacuum chamber." If they were true, they wouldn't be pushing. We can also take the opportunity to check. ”

"Not allowed!"

Rembrandt turned his head suddenly, saw the chief engineer who had spoken, and his expression suddenly became furious: "Haven't you recognized the situation clearly?

"Thanks to your reminder. ”

The old engineer sneered, "I just remembered, in order not to put my eggs in one basket." The Cardinal Church gave me security authority for the Central Temple. You can mobilize the Holy City Barrier, but unfortunately, the facilities of the Central Temple are activated, and all you need is my order. ”

Rembrandt's eyes widened, "Rubens, you dare!"

"Didn't you hear my orders!"

Rubens stared at the operator: "- Open the door!"

The operator looked hesitantly at Rubens and Rembrandt, his eyes wandering between them, and Rembrandt angrily rebuked him and ordered him to take his hands off the keys of the organ.

The operator was silent for a long time and then put his hand down.

In the silence, only the sound of a request to enter sounded over and over again.

Rembrandt breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Rubens, and sneered: "Disobey your superiors and ignore the safety of the Central Temple, Rubens, you should think about how to be responsible to the Cardinal Church." ”

"I'm just doing my part. ”

Rubens replied coldly, glancing at the operator, his eyes becoming extremely disappointed.

The operator looked away, not daring to look him in the eye.

"Now you don't have to be responsible. ”

Rembrandt walked up to him, stretched out his hand, tore off the badge from his robe, and threw it on the ground: "You are suspended, Mr. Rubens, go and wait for the cardinal's questioning afterwards!"

Rubens sneered, picked up his robe, and turned to leave the hall.

As he passed by the musician, he paused and looked at the young man deeply, "Hal, I'm disappointed in you.

Not because you did not carry out my orders, but because in just two days after Rembrandt came, you have abandoned the principles that your father had held all his life.

- He and I both looked at the wrong person. ”

He turned to leave, but just as he was about to step out of the temple, he heard a muffled note behind him.

Rembrandt was stunned, looked back sluggishly, and his expression distorted when he saw the musician whose fingers were pressed on the keys.

"You...... How dare you...... How dare you !!"

The operator smiled with relief, reached out, took off the badge on his chest, and threw it at Rembrandt's feet:

"I'm sorry, I'm quitting. ”

Rembrandt's expression twitched, and he was about to say something.

The door opened with a bang.

The first thing I saw was the blood vines coming in.

A terrible blood-red color flowed into the hall with heavy footsteps.

Even after the closed safety valve and vacuum chamber, the two doors were isolated one after another, there was still so much blood flowing in, and the pungent fishy smell seemed to have formed a substance, making everyone's face turn pale.

Amid the heavy footsteps of the grinding steel, the Templars walked in with mutilated swords in their hands, their armor mutilated, and the knight in Gospel armor at the head was even more unrecognizable.

Twists and tears could be seen everywhere on the alloy armor, and in the tiny cracks, the ruptured aether pipes spewed steam, and after passing through the blood on the surface, they turned red and filled in the air.

Some have removed their torn visors and helmets, and their hair has been soaked with sticky blood, coagulated by body temperature, and cemented in the same place.

After fighting along the way, there were still twenty-seven of them left.

Twenty-seven people now look like they've crawled out of hell.

No one dared to doubt whether they were Templars or not.

Except for the very center, the two people who are protected in the core.

A young priest who has become completely numb and now suspects that he is dreaming.

There was also a young man, dressed in a robe.

The robe was stained red with the blood of the demons, and covered in pitch black by the ashes of the stake. Red and black intertwine into the color of death on his clothes, and the original color is no longer visible, but it is suffocating.

But what is even more attractive is the long white hair on his head with a hint of metallic color.

and the eyes that slowly open under the long hair.

I couldn't tell what it was, like a sandstorm blowing at the ruins, snow-covered cliffs, and lava hidden in the darkness.

It's like a dark whirlpool, hiding an entrance to some dangerous place.

"Big, bold!"

In the silence, a suppressed uneasy voice sounded: "Who gave you the qualifications to trespass on the Central Church!"

Rembrandt took possession, recognized Vasco's rank, and looked more and more disdainful: "Eagle Bannerman, Captain of a Squad, no order, no call-up, no permission, do you dare to step into the Central Temple!"

"We ......"

Unexpectedly, Vasco was silent for a moment and replied in a silent voice: "We are just here to rescue." ”

"Support?"

Rembrandt sneered: "Whoever gave you the order needs support here, and there must be a limit to what you can't do!"

Kunting's expression was gloomy, and a huge crack was cut in his face by the sword of the Corpse Knight, and the crack was like a baby's mouth opening and closing, and it was extremely hideous. If it weren't for Ye Qingxuan's presence, he would probably have been transformed into a demon.

"This lord, we are just ......"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Qingxuan's hand pressed on his shoulder and motioned for him to stop.

It was only then that Rembrandt noticed the young man, who had been ignored consciously or unconsciously, and the man stood in front of him, looking down on him.

And his face is so familiar.

"You did it on purpose?"

As if reading Rembrandt's thoughts, he narrowed his eyes: "The Monks of the Holy City?" Ludovick...... What good did they give you?"

"Who are you?"

Rembrandt only felt as if he had been stripped naked, in the middle of the snow and ice. But immediately, an electric light split from his brain, which made him suddenly realize that he exclaimed:

"Ye, Ye Qingxuan?!"

"Daring!" he yelled at the Templars, "you rebels! who gave you the guts to get here...... Quick, take him down!"

Burst.

A crisp voice sounded.

The spring flows.

It was a fountain of blood.

In the sluggish extension of everyone, Ye Qingxuan staggered past him, and the moonlight on his fingertips flashed. So Rembrandt's head slipped off his shoulders and fell to the ground.

Rolling on the ground twice, the roar seemed to become more pleasing to the eye.

There was a dead silence.

Vasco reacted first, looked at Ye Qingxuan blankly, and swallowed and foamed.

Only now, the corpse gushing with a fountain of blood fell to the ground, blood staining the bishop's robes red. A cardinal died in the hands of Ye Qingxuan in a short instant.

He began to wonder if it was a mistake for him to escort Ye Qingxuan here.

"There's no time for nonsense. ”

Ye Qingxuan looked at the rest of the people indifferently: "Who can take care of things?"

The crowd fell silent.

What can be said?

What else can be said?

Who can take care of things? The guy you just killed is in charge! What do you want to do? Isn't it enough to kill one!

After a long time, Rubens stepped up.

"I can, I'm the chief engineer here, the head of the enchantment mechanic. ”

Rubens said to Ye Qingxuan: "I don't care what you want to do here, what your purpose is, or whether you are still preparing to assassinate the Pope.

I can fully cooperate with you. ”

He paused, plucked up the courage to speak:

"But I have one condition......" (To be continued.) )