Crackle - crackle.

With a crisp sound of atmospheric baking, like a beast imprisoned in a cage, fierce flames burst out of the fireplace with teeth and claws, and the entire horizon was dyed a shocking red.

Thereupon.

The young Glory One opened his eyes.

As if awakened from a near-death nightmare, he scrambled to his feet from the hardwood bed, gasping for air as he carefully and cautiously surveyed everything around him.

- Corpses, corpses everywhere.

- Dense corpses.

Here it is......

After a brief period of distraction, the boy gradually calmed down.

You're not dead......

Thoughts swept over the thunderous and rainy night, over the overwhelming black wings, over the thick darkness that symbolized death, and then ...... Feeling the powerful beating of the heart in the chest, feeling the endless blood in the body, and feeling the tendons that gradually activated, he couldn't help but murmur:

"That's good. ”

Yes, it's nice – it's good to be alive.

The dark wizard Alfred, as a dark lord who can wrestle with the glorious people of the whole city of Hemtica, has a terrifying power far above mortals, and he is himself a humanoid demon, a humanoid calamity, and the embodiment of natural disasters walking in the mortal world.

So—

From the beginning, Amy didn't want to leave alive.

- Born to die.

When he realized that he was affected by the power of the plague, he took the lizard's tail breaking method of survival very decisively, not only did not use the glorious blood in his body to resist the ominous invasion of his body, but allowed the virus to breed, let the epidemic spread, and then forcibly cut off the five senses, repeatedly fine-tuned himself with the real death he had experienced, slowing down the pulse of the heart little by little, slowing down the flow of blood and veins, and suppressing the nasal sound produced by breathing......

Naturally, consciousness becomes blurred and the body becomes cold.

It's the same as it was after death.

If it weren't for this, the boy was not sure that he would be able to deceive the death spreaders of the Black God of Death, but on the other hand, the fake death that could deceive the Dark Lords was actually very close to real death, so close that even Amy, who had had many near-death experiences, could not be sure whether he could open his eyes again and wake up again after his consciousness fell into a drowsy.

It's a complete gamble - there's nothing wrong with that, but the biggest difference from others is that the young glory has the capital to gamble on their lives, and they have the capital to overturn the gambling table after losing their gambling lives - although the ability to precursor death is useless in normal times, but in a critical moment of life and death, it can give a chance to escape from death or even turn defeat into victory, as if cheating.

Of course...... If the third death aura is triggered, it is also quite dangerous for him - judging from the situation after the second trigger, the intensity of the backlash may be multiplied with the number of times, and even if he escapes death, I am afraid there will not be much room to deal with the crisis.

Fortunately, fate seems to favor him tonight.

Amy thought silently, retracted her divergent thoughts, and carefully observed her surroundings.

Having previously only taken a cursory glance to determine whether the neighborhood was safe, now he was carefully surveying his surroundings, observing the subtle carvings and the meaningful murals on the walls.

There is no doubt that this is the supreme tower.

At least one of the strongholds of the Order.

As far as the young Glory Bearer knows, the winged god-man in the mural is a classic image that often appears in the texts of the Order, the perfect and perfect thing created by the omniscient and all-powerful Lord, whose existence itself is the embodiment of order, the interpretation and embodiment of truth, goodness and beauty in human nature.

But that alone wasn't enough to make him sure that this was the underground part of the Tower of the Supreme, and that this was the legendary resting place where the dead were buried, or if it was a line of graceful handwriting inscribed on the door.

- May the Lamb of the Lord sleep in the earth.

The Order is a religious community with a strong focus on the afterlife, and in their teachings everyone born in this world is accompanied by an innate original sin, which can only be washed away by devout faith and the glory of the crusade against darkness, and when the soul is turned pure and white under the polish of faith, death is no longer the end of life, the supreme god will open his kingdom, endless light will pour down, and the man of God with wings on his back will descend from heaven to redeem his poor lamb.

Pity...... Only the truly godly and glorious can ascend to heaven after death.

Regardless of the religion, the number of devout believers is often not too large, and most of the believers will only be shallow or pan-believers, and their beliefs may not be as pure as those of the devout believers, but their existence is indispensable to any religion of all sizes, and the doctrine must always leave room for such wavers.

The Order, despite its transcendent status in Helmtika, is not exempt from this point.

In the texts of the Order, there is a prophecy that the Sovereign Lord will eventually redeem His Lamb, and that when the Day of Judgment comes, the kingdoms of heaven will descend to the earth, and the kingdoms of earth will be destroyed, and that all that is gone or not yet will be brought to the final judgment.

Subsequently...... All believers who sleep in the resting place will be cleansed from their sins and ascend to the Lord's heavenly kingdom.

The Lord is so merciful, so generous.

So the missionaries declared.

However, in the boy's view, the afterlife as recorded in all religious texts is just an empty pie - the living can never falsify, and the dead will never have a chance to speak again - no one knows better than him that behind the door that the living can never open, there is no afterlife as described in myths and legends, and that all that is possessed is nothing but utter emptiness, an emptiness in which even darkness cannot find a place to live.

That's the greatest horror of the world.

Thinking of this, Amy couldn't help but sigh deeply-but in the next moment, the hairs on his body couldn't help but rise-

There was no other reason, and in the ears of the young man, there was a faint sigh.

"Who's there?"

He subconsciously turned over and pulled out the short sword dark blood, but there was always no one in front of him.

"Why are young people always frizzy now," the old voice came from behind itself, and the young glorious man subconsciously looked in the direction where the voice came from, but still found nothing, but just when he was about to give up, a corpse on the bed suddenly lifted the hijab on his head, revealing a wrinkled face, "I don't respect the old at all, is it easy for my old man to sleep here?"

Amy didn't reply, just quietly looked at the old man in front of her.

The old man is very old, the rings of the years on his face can directly clamp the beans, the forest on his head is bare and only a desert remains, and the exposed skin has shrunk to a terrible situation, from here, it is completely a leather skull, with the opening and closing of his upper and lower jaws when he speaks, there is a sense of horror and weirdness that the skull is laughing strangely, it is easy to remind people of the evil villains who kill people without blinking in those legendary novels.

But the boy knew that he was not a bad person, at least not in the usual sense of the word.

for he saw the clergyman's robe on him.

As tattered and rotten, it was evident that a clerical robe was everywhere in the Order.

However, the boy did not take it lightly, in the Hemtika City Order and the Glory did not get along, and conflicts often broke out in private, but the intensity was often not high, and the tacit silence between the two sides on such events gave people the illusion of harmonious coexistence between the two - and now in the underground world unknown to the Supreme Tower, his means of communication with the outside world were completely cut off, and in this closed environment, anything could happen.

Not to mention...... The old man in front of him is not simple.

Although it is far from being experienced in a hundred battles, there are not a few life and death crises that Amy has passed, and the person who can make him ignorant at such a close distance is definitely not as weak as it seems.

"Excuse me......" Even though he was extremely jealous of the old man in his heart, he still didn't show a single bit on the surface, and in the face of the terrifying face that was enough to make the child stop crying, he didn't seem to care at all, but instead had a faint, not fake, smile on his face, and saluted calmly, "Who are you?"

"For an old man who is about to go to the ground, the name has no meaning. The old man stretched out his hand from under the white sheets, and the shocking black markings on it made the young man's heart skip a beat, "As you can see, I am already terminally ill, and I will soon follow in their footsteps. ”

"Is this ......" Amy was shocked, he couldn't be sure if it was one of the killers or another of the Dark Wizard Alfred's killers, "You ran into a Death Spreader?"

"Hehe-hehe-" the old man let out a series of dry laughs, as hoarse and shrill as a dying crow, "If it's just Alfred, one-on-one, I'm sure I can teach him how to behave, but unfortunately, it's a trap, a trap for us, and waiting for us there are not only the Dead Bird and the Dark Wizard, but also ...... Pandora. ”

"Three!" The young man was terrified, as the high-ranking of the Chaos Cultists, any Dark Ministers was a mortal enemy of humanity that could threaten the safety of a city, and in his memory, the reason why Hemtika City was generally calm was that the Glory Group was able to suppress Alfred, and the fear of chasing down this famous dark wizard was endless, making him powerless to do evil. And now, the unknown old man had told him that there were two more enemies in the city like the Death Spreaders......

"How?" the withered old man glanced at him, then nodded unexpectedly, "Well, it seems like that's a bit much for a city." ”

"You survived the combination of the three Dark Ministers?" the news was so strong that the Glory One didn't react in the first place, "You...... Could it be the Order's ...... Great Sword Wielder!?"

"No—" The old man shook his head, pointed his finger at himself, and said with a wry smile, "Do you think I am still alive?"

Not really.

The young Glory One could naturally see the fact that the old man's life was short, but when the legendary symbol of the Order's supreme force appeared in front of him, he still couldn't help but feel a pang of disbelief.

That's only three in the whole city of Hemtica...... Great Sword Wielder!