"Little Mo...... How many times have you said that you must be careful when spitting dragon breath!" he was dying, "If it weren't for the fact that my uncle just completed the chapter of fate a few days ago, he would have almost been sprayed to death by you today." ”

"Oh......"

Mordred nodded in confusion and set off a gust of wind.

Right in front of Naberis was a raging and monstrous behemoth.

With its back to the sun in the sky, it cast a terrifying black shadow, countless scales reflecting the cold light like a sword, and when it spoke, it swallowed the breath of sulfur and fire, and rolled up hurricanes and sparks.

That's a giant black dragon!

"Fortunately, I just finished the chapter of fate, otherwise I might have died. ”

Naberis lifted his still-intact left hand and climbed up the dragon's back along his nose and head, securing himself. He looked at his devastated body and couldn't help but feel a little sad:

"When did the master die so easily, it seems that it is still necessary to create a 'legend' as soon as possible, and the advanced scepter is more reliable. Hey, let's go, let's go, flash mob!"

He hoarsely urged, "Remember to eat all the clues." ”

"Yes, uncle. ”

Mordred opened his mouth and siphoned, as if opening a hole to the dark world, and everything he could reach was swallowed into his mouth.

The dragon power surged, ploughed through the ground, and the strata rolled up, completely covering everything.

Murder and arson, destruction of corpses.

Naberis dug out of his charred pocket, turned out a few seeds, sprinkled them haphazardly on the ground, and sang the hymn in his mouth, prompting the start.

Soon, a few grass seeds sprouted, and little by little, new greenery emerged from the ground, slowly expanding.

Although it still looks incongruous on closer inspection, at least it is not as glaring as the original bare. With such a large area of barren mountains and mountains, even if the Holy City drags the net to investigate, it will be a week or two after it is found here.

There is still plenty of time left for them to react, and the devil only knows how much more they can find out when the time comes.

"The commission is finally done. ”

On the dragon's back, Naberis, who rose into the sky, chuckled softly: "I just hope that friend of mine is not too naïve." ”

He stared in the direction Colt had left, narrowed his eyes, and murmured meaningfully:

"Sometimes, things may not go as expected......

After waiting long enough, the priest, dressed as a businessman, finally saw his goal.

The Dark Saint of Avalon, the controller of more than half of the smuggling between East and West, the heir of the shaman, and the new sword-wielder of Anglo, Ye Qingxuan...... of agents.

In a cleared tavern near the docks, Watson behind the table brought himself a glass of wine and raised his eyes to look at the dusty comer.

"Mr. Watson, I think you know why I'm here. ”

The person who came raised his collar and revealed the badge that marked the Ministry of Faith and Doctrine, and his expression was solemn: "I asked to meet Mr. Ye in person and have a direct conversation with him."

This is the last chance, and I hope you will cherish it. ”

Watson, who was in a wheelchair, casually picked up his wine glass, without adding salt or lemon juice, tilted his head, drank it all, and gently placed the glass on the table.

"You're not qualified enough. ”

He said coldly, "If there is anything, just tell me directly." I have always been the one who made the decision to kill people and set fires. Is there any dirty work in the Ministry of the Faith that wants to outsource to us? ”

Even so, there was no surprise in his words, only mockery.

The anger on the priest's face flickered and was forcibly suppressed.

He reached into his arms, slowly took out a letter, and handed it to Watson, who opened the fire paint with his hand, swept it away, and when he saw the last few signatures, his expression became cautious.

That was the assurance given to them by a certain archbishop in the papal chamber.

"What has happened before, we can not blame the past. ”

The priest gazed at his cautious face, and said word by word:

But Colt, he must live. ”

Since the 'Inquisition' was broken up by the nations, the Congregation of the Faith has become worse and worse day by day, just like the body of the main messenger, which has been marginalized, and it is only a matter of time before it is purged and abolished.

In this situation, the Congregation of the Faith and Doctrine increasingly wants to make a difference.

And this time, he finally received new blood, a musician with a great future and almost destined to become a saint in the future, and he saw a day of resurrection.

At this time, Ye Qingxuan slapped him straight and fanned up, wanting to tear the last face of the Ministry of Faith and Reason. And when the time comes, what can the Congregation of the Faith, which is completely enraged, do?

"Actually, there's one thing I'm curious about......"

Watson spoke, his voice low and careful, "Do you really not know what Colt did?" or...... Don't care at all?"

"It's our own business, and we don't have to worry about it. ”

The priest said lightly: "In any case, Colt is the hero who saved the battle of Romulus, and the only one who passes this trial will be rewarded by the Pope and become one of the future saints."

We must not tolerate such treatment of him. ”

"You have to do whatever it takes to keep this skin for him, right?"

Watson smiled knowingly: "Otherwise, if he is ruined, all your previous efforts will be meaningless, right?"

You accepted Colt's request without asking the Papal Chamber's opinion, and now you find that he is a hot potato, but you can't get rid of it...... It's hard to ride a tiger, and if you throw in the towel here, your reputation will be completely ruined.

I'm guessing you've been hesitating for the past two days, right? Otherwise, you'd have been here the first day my boss went crazy. ”

“......”

The priest was silent, his face pale, and after a moment he opened his mouth and said, "I believe that my arrival and the promise in this letter are sufficient to express our sincerity, and I hope that you will stop in moderation."

This is the end of this fight over personal vendettas, otherwise no one will look good. ”

"Private...... Grievances?"

Watson basked, "As soon as you touch the upper and lower mouths, you will characterize the incident, just like you convicted people back then." Unfortunately, I don't eat this set.

The Papal Hall hasn't expressed its position yet, what are you anxious about?"

"Stop now, everything can be reversed.

You know, you've attacked a church and killed a devout priest! We can blame you for all of this, but if you get an inch, even Anglo won't be able to give an account to the Holy City!"

The priest raised his voice, "How are you going to end up then, even the royal family will not be able to protect you then!" he paused, and his eyes became meaningful:

"Or do you still think Anglo is on your side?"

Watson frowned, smelling a strange aura, and had a faint bad premonition in his heart.

"Let's be plain, sir. Watson said coldly: "Don't just come with a letter of apology that doesn't hurt, turn over your real hole cards and show me." ”

The priest smiled mysteriously.

"We'll see. He said.

Soon, someone hurried into the tavern, bent down and whispered a few words to Watson. In an instant, Watson's face became gloomy.

"Is that what he said?" he asked.

"Yes. The attendant bowed his head: "My lord means, stop here." ”

"Is he crazy?" Watson was furious, staring at his entourage, "If Colt is allowed to make it to the Holy City alive, there will be endless troubles, doesn't he understand?"

“......”

Looked at by that angry look, the entourage's face turned pale, and soon, Watson suppressed his anger and waved his hand to let him go down.

"What is the result?" asked the priest, smirking.

Watson looked at him coldly and pointed out the door.

"You've won, sir, and you may get out. ”

He said lightly: "Colt will return to the Holy City alive, this is the original words of that fool, I don't know what you used to convince him, but if this is his decision, then I can only obey." ”

So, the priest laughed, Shi Shiran got up, stretched out his hand:

"Well, it's a pleasure to work with. ”

Watson stopped looking at him, turned his wheelchair, and turned away—

Ten minutes ago, in the dark room.

Ye Qingxuan looked at Maxwell in front of him coldly.

"Why?" he asked.

Maxwell sighed, "The Spear of St. George, the Archbishop of the Congregation of the Doctrine of the Faith promised the royal family that he would retrieve the lost Spear of St. George from the ruins for us. ”

"That's it?"

Ye Qingxuan sneered: "Maxwell, I really didn't misunderstand you, you are a qualified businessman." It is admirable to easily get a great feat. ”

"Ye Qingxuan, Anglo has never needed that weapon like now, only with it can we have the possibility of victory in the war with the 'Leviathan'. ”

Maxwell said in a solemn voice, "This is not for me alone! Do you know how many people would have died in this war without that artifact?!"

"So, you're ignoring 'axiom'?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him with a disappointed look in his eyes: "So the things that Colt did can be regarded as if they never happened?"

"Ye Qingxuan......"

Maxwell looked at him with a complicated expression, and after a long time, sighed weakly: "I'm sorry to disappoint you." In the world of children, everyone is more beautiful, and in the world of adults, everyone is more 'dirty'.

What if I beg you? What if you let him go now? You are the sword-bearer of Anglo, the successor of the Sword of the Chosen King, and the future minister of the seal of Anglo's destiny! There is a good chance of killing him! Why cling to the present?"

Silence, long silence.

Ye Qingxuan smiled and lowered his head, as if laughing at himself.

"I see. ”

He closed his eyes: "Tell Watson, stop, and let Colt go back to the Holy City." ”

Maxwell smiled reluctantly, but he was not pleased, Sudoku stopped talking, and finally, got up and said, "I owe you once." ”

Ye Qingxuan didn't speak, and pointed to the door.

Maxwell sighed and left.

The door was closed, and in the dim light, Ye Qingxuan's eyes drooped.

"Please give me enough courage to fly forward. ”

Pitch-black rain fell from the sky.

Colt saw the girl in the white dress walking through the rain, dragging her little parcel as if it were dragging her whole world. In the sound of the rain, she sang softly and walked to a distant place:

"Test my heart, don't say regret...... The old house is glowing, and it is like a sigh......"

But the song lingered in my ears, so soft, but in such a silent world, it was terrifying. Colt reached out to grab her, but couldn't catch up.

"There is only silence, so ...... forever"

Torrential rain washed away everything.

The black rain seemed to dye the whole world black, washing away all camouflage, and the sky trembled.

Then the towering building became scarlet like blood, the majestic palace shook off the dust, and the layers of reliefs on the walls were veins like veins, and it was breathing.

The tower trembled, laughing heartily in the rain, and the steps rubbed against each other like sharp teeth, leaving a speck of flesh and bones as if they hadn't been eaten clean.

"Colt, Colt, you're finally here. ”

Someone cheered eagerly and smiled: "We are waiting for you." ”

In the rain, the people waiting here cheered and greeted him warmly, beckoning to him: "Come here! We have been waiting for you." ”

Colt looked at them in bewilderment: "You guys...... Who is it?"

"It's me, Colt. The person waiting in the distance beckoned, and his voice was soft: "You forgot me, I am a friend who took you into the Rock Iron Academy." ”

"And me, I'm your senior, I'm the best for you, Colt, do you remember me?"

"I was your first teacher, Colt, and I knew you were so good that you would come out on top. ”

"Colt, I'm your brother, have you forgotten?"

The poncho-clad child crossed his arms and prayed, "It's cold here, it's still raining, don't stand outside, let's go and make a fire." ”

"Please come here. ”

"Yes, we're all waiting for you. ”

They waved warmly and called for Colt to come over, but Colt couldn't help but take a step back, his face pale: "I can't go over." ”

"Why?"

They became sad: "We've all been apart for so long. ”

"Because...... Because ......"

Colt took a step back, his expression twitching: "You're all dead. ”

"No, Colt. They laughed and shook their heads: "We just left you and went far away." ”

"You're dead. ”

Colt gritted his teeth, his eyes gloomy: "I killed you with my own hands." ”

At that moment, the call stopped abruptly.

Immediately after, screams and roars rang out.

The rain washed away their faces, washing away their skin, revealing bright red flesh and hideous faces, and they roared sharply and claws hideously.

"Pain, Colt. ”

The men cried, "It's dark here, come and see me." ”

"I'm going to tear you apart! bastard, I've been waiting for you here for decades!" someone roared frantically, trying to rush over, but was blocked by the invisible barrier: "Coward, I will definitely tear you apart, every day again! I will repay you a thousand times the pain you gave me!"

"Come here, Colt!" they roared, laughing maniacally, "you have no escape. ”

Colt staggered back, but felt that there was no way back.

"Here...... Where is it?"

"This is hell, Colt. ”

Behind him, someone said softly, "You're dying, so you're going to see hell." Soon, you'll be on the other side, so many years, so many people, they're all waiting for you. ”

"I'm not dying!" Colt turned and roared at the comer, "I have a great future, so I may die!"

"You will. ”

The visitor lifted his hood, revealing pale hair, as white as bones. He looked at Colt's sluggish expression, smiled, stretched out his hand, grabbed him by the neck, and looked down at him:

"I came from there to bring you back there. ”

His palms tightened, like iron tongs, and his voice was eerie, like steel rubbing: "I swore to find you, this world is so big, but you have no way to go." ”

"Leaf ...... Qing Xuan ......"

Colt squeezed a scream out of his throat, his eyes widened, and his eyes became fierce when he looked at the face that was close at hand: "You can't win me...... If I can win you once, I can win you a second time!"

He stretched out his hand, with all his strength, drew his sword, and stabbed it into the throat of the figure in front of him, blood gushing out like a fountain, and he roared, sliced crosswise, and cut off his head.

In the dark rainstorm, the body hallucinated vanished. The demons and goblins are gone, and hell is gone.

There is only endless torrential rain.

In the rainstorm, someone whispered:

"You're going to come back here, you're going to ......"

Colt opened his eyes and felt the wet liquid fall on his face.

That's blood.

In this dilapidated cave, the smell of rancid smell is pungent and strong. The short sword in his hand was drawn at some point and nailed deep into the stone wall in front of him.

Above the blade, a turquoise viper ran through.

The viper twitched in pain, its fangs dripping dark green liquid, but it was only a fraction away from Colt's neck.

Colt stared at it coldly, watching it convulse in pain, die little by little, and never say a word again. Then they cut it off, skinned it, and hungrily swallowed the snake's blood, chewing on the flesh.

On that mutilated blade, scarlet dripped, reflecting his unkempt face. He ran day and night, hiding in a cave like a wild beast, and even his eyes became like a wild beast.

The faint morning light fell through the cracks and fell behind him, illuminating his name carved into the stone wall in pain.

Dense, large and small, criss-crossed, all of those names came from the same person, and all of them were cut to pieces by swords.

"No one can stop me, I want to live. ”

He swallowed the snake bone and muttered softly, as if to remind himself not to forget.

The snake's blood seemed to give him strength, and he was brought back from his death, and the sores healed, and the fever was gone.

He reached out and dragged away the blood-sucking insects that were attached to his body little by little, threw them on the ground, and finally drew his sword and trimmed his unkempt hair again.

Eventually, he crawled out of the cave where he was sheltered, exerting all his strength, like a snake twitching in pain, shedding its past shell, hissing and molting, and being reborn in the sun.

The sunlight illuminated his emaciated face, but it could not dispel the darkness in those eyes.

He gasped, struggled forward, through thorns and bushes, little by little, fell, rose again, crawled through the moors, through the dense forests, and the muddy streams, crawled on the ground, passed the last mire, and climbed up the high slopes.

Forward, forward...... Stumbling forward......

Eventually, his pupils were illuminated by a sharp light in the distance.

It was a series of slender towers, reaching into the sky, extending into the depths of the clouds, hundreds and thousands, towering like forests. The heavy bells echoed between each other, reaching into the end of the sky, as if to hold the fallen sky back up.

The sound of holy chants wafted down from the towers and spread in all directions.

The tower was metal, the city was metal, and even the earth was filled with the smell of iron, and when it reflected the scorching sun, it glowed like a burning glow.

Countless people came and went from the road, chariots and horses rushed, ships on the river roared loudly, and iron whales cruising faintly in the sky.

Rising from the ground and rising from the ground, the vast city occupies the center of the entire world, ignoring the vast sea of aether, balancing the density of the aether throughout the human world, and resisting the invasion of the dark world.

"...... Holy City"

Colt held his breath.

It was the City of Immortality, the City of Steel, the City of Ten Thousand Towers, the City of Phoenix...... That's the center of the world, the apex of everything.

"Holy City!"

Colt laughed, ecstatic, danced with his hands, and laughed almost breathlessly: "I'm still alive! Ye Qingxuan, have you seen it? You can't kill me! I'm still alive!"

He prostrate himself on the ground, kissing the dust raised on the road, like a madman, tears flowing, attracting the sideways of passers-by.

And on the long road, a group of cavalrymen in iron armor galloped forward, armed with swords and iron shields, and the two keys overlapped on the coat of arms of the iron shield, proclaiming the sacred.

The priest at the head was dressed in black robes and was solemn and holy.

Everywhere they passed, all the pilgrims fell to their knees and gazed respectfully at their backs. But in front of the beggar, who seemed to have gone mad, they suddenly stopped, and the soldiers dismounted and fell to their knees.

The black-robed priest stepped forward, holding in both hands a brand-new robe that was pure white with golden patterns, and was extremely majestic and holy.

"Lord Colt, by order of His Excellency the Bishop, you will be promoted to the position of Priest of the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith. ”

He lowered his head and offered the robe in his hand: "Your Majesty has been ordered to come to greet you, please get on your horse." ”

For a long time, for a long time, Colt in the dust laughed, laughing heartbreakingly.

He got up from the ground, tore through his robe without any estimates, and covered himself with the pure whiteness, so that he became majestic and cold, high above him, and his eyes burned like they did not dare to look at him directly.

"Let's go. ”

He rolled over his horse and stared at the steel city in the distance, his eyes fanatical:

"To the Holy City!"

He is alive, and he must live, and he must live to go to the Holy City...... To take back everything that belongs to you.

Do whatever it takes!

Even at all costs!

Go to the top of it all!――

It was a hot afternoon, and the soldiers guarding the city gates were sweating.

In the midst of the surging crowds, the chariots and horses entered the flow and passed through the city gates. or a wealthy man, or a pilgrim who came on foot in ragged clothes, a messenger and a commissioner of various countries......

Every day, hundreds of thousands of people enter and leave the Holy City. Only this time, most of the people gathered in front of the city gate, staring at the road in the distance.

The bazaar outside the city gate instantly became congested, and pedestrians occupied every high place.

In the back corner of the crowd, the old pianist with his bags on his back and crutches stared at the crowd, revealing an emotional expression: "Sure enough, the Holy City is full of weather, and there are so many people outside the city gate, which is eye-opening." ”

"Sir, you're coming to the Holy City for the first time, right?"

The people who watched the excitement next to him looked at him and smiled: "This kind of battle is rare in the Holy City, you can be regarded as catching up." ”

"Really?" the old luthier smiled, "Then my luck is really good." ”

"Who's coming?" someone asked.

"Who else is the hero of the rebellion of the Romulus? naturally the leader of the new generation of musicians, the future Master of Scepters!"

"Is it coming all of a sudden? I didn't advertise it before, otherwise there would be more people than there are now. ”

"Hey, you don't know. ”

Someone laughed mysteriously: "It is said that after the end of the war, this Colt Master assisted the Ministry of Faith and Doctrine to eliminate more than a dozen strongholds of the Cult of Evil Gods, and his achievements were remarkable, which simply shocked the Holy City.

Therefore, in order to ensure safety, he had been hiding his whereabouts until he was about to reveal his identity in the Holy City. ”

"I see. Passers-by nodded, their expressions becoming more and more admiring.

The old luthier nodded in agreement and sighed with them.

As if he had been a little tired all the way, he put his crutches on the ground, sat down on the ground against the wall, adjusted his six-stringed instrument, plucked the strings gently, and drowned out the noise of the harp.

"Are you preparing a hymn?"

Watching the lively children holding the windmill, looking at him curiously, "I heard that when the heroes triumphed, there would be musicians who presented hymns. ”

"Probably. ”

The old luthier smiled and looked down at his six-stringed instrument: "If there is a chance, definitely." ”

The crowd suddenly clamoured, and cheers rang out from afar amid the sound of galloping horses' hooves.

The Return of the Hero -

"Is that the recent rise of the Confessional Ministry?"

On top of the tower, Mr. Hu stared at the smoke and dust in the distance, and beside him was a priest, dressed in the cardinal's robes, with an old and ordinary face.

Hearing Mr. Hu's question, the old priest didn't say anything, but just asked, "How does Mr. look?"

Mr. Hu smiled and didn't speak.

Just bow your head and gaze at the world from heaven.

"After watching it here for a long time, I really feel that many things are not very important. ”

He whispered, "It's like the legend says: Heaven and man live a long life in the kingdom of heaven, and they don't know any troubles. Earthly grievances and fights are not worth mentioning in heaven. ”

"Is this the myth of the East?" exclaimed the old priest softly, "whether East or West, something is always the same. ”

"yes. ”

Mr. Hu raised his head and stared at the scorching sun overhead, and his pupils were plated with brilliant and majestic gold.

"The kingdom of heaven has no troubles, but it does not know that there is blood on the earth, and there are fights, and there are fights, and there are goshawks striking the temple, and comets striking the moon and white rainbows piercing the sun. So, they don't know ......"

He subconsciously reached out and pressed it to his waist, but it was empty, so his expression became gloomy, and he sighed softly:

"—There is a sword on the ground. ”

At that moment, the sword was drawn from the ground.

In the crowd, one of the hands pressed down on the pocket watch, and Faust opened his eyes from his slumber.

"Time, please stop. ”

The desolate chant sounded, full of pain and hope: "Because you are so magnificent." (To be continued.) )