At night, everything seems peaceful and serene. But all this was soon broken by a hoarse roar and the sound of hurried footsteps: "Meat...... Meat...... No...... Don't run ......"

But the sound was not shouted by some hungry person, it was a black mist. Of course, it's not a piece of meat that's chasing, it's a teenager.

"Tsk, that's a nuisance. It's strange if you don't run!" The young man didn't look back and still ran wildly, and he angrily replied to the black fog behind him, but his voice was surprisingly immature and calm, as if he was used to such things.

He understood that it was nothing more than a battle......

And he was just a seven-year-old boy...... His name is Song Chengjie......

However, he was born in an unfortunate place.

Rewind to three years ago. While other children are just learning to run, four-year-old Song Chengjie is already able to have simple conversations with others. The titles of prodigy, genius, and so on were placed on him.

However, just as it was about to begin, a cataclysm completely destroyed the place where he lived, a village, and only three of his peers survived.

Desperate cries, painful expressions, unwilling eyes...... At the moment when everything had died, he even naively thought that it was just a dream.

And what makes him unforgettable is not the tragic situation around him, but those who rushed to the scene as soon as possible. They wore uniform white uniforms, moved swiftly to search for survivors, and tacitly cooperated to make it clear that they were teammates who had been working together for a long time. But they weren't rescuers, they were ......

"Tsk, why do you think of these nasty memories again...... Am I tired of luring you out of the city?" Song Chengjie's eyes suddenly flashed a trace of violence, and he suddenly turned around and sealed his hands on his chest, staring at the black mist that was rushing towards him, and quickly and simply recited an obscure incantation in his mouth, "Bag!

In an instant, it seemed that a golden light flashed from his hand and swept towards the black shadow. The next moment, only a painful hiss was heard, and the black shadow disappeared in a matter of moments, never to be found again.

The "exorcism spell" in the mantra of the Fudo Ming King, this ancient spirit of speech is quite abrupt in this era full of modernity. But for seven-year-old Song Chengjie, such a spell may be more proof of his existence.

With a long sigh of relief, Song Chengjie seemed to relax. At this moment, a black shadow the size of a house cat suddenly burst out in the shadows of the street and shot at him like an arrow.

This is a well-timed sneak attack!

However, this sneak attack did not make Song Chengjie feel a trace of panic. He just waved his right hand and pinched a sword finger in front of him, and let out a loud "snort" in his mouth, and the black shadow that had rushed to his eyes immediately turned into nothingness in a golden scene.

After a few gasps, he raised his wrist and reported to the communicator with an expressionless face: "It has been confirmed that two low-level monster shadows are possessed, and they have been cleared." Will you be allowed to return to the team?"

It may not have been a lucky thing to have survived that disaster......

"Roger. Approval of repatriation. ”

Because since then, I have been completely out of ordinary life......

"Tsk, that's a hassle......"

Because he has become an exorcist who can use his spiritual power beyond ordinary people to expel monsters, like those who saved him, he is the youngest fourth chief knight in the history of the entire Cross Sect, and he is known as Song Chengjie......

Ten years later.

On a park bench, a teenager is enjoying the afternoon sun with his eyes slightly closed. Although the young man is not very handsome, he can be regarded as delicate, but the corners of his mouth with a slight curve inadvertently reveal a maturity that is not as good as his age.

Although the sun after autumn brings some fire, it is not so scorching after all, and with the autumn wind, everything looks so comfortable and comfortable.

Seeing that the boy closed his eyes and recuperated, a young girl also walked out of the building and sat next to the boy quite elegantly, seemingly not worried that her skin, which was often the envy of her peers, would be affected by the outdoor sun.

The girl was wearing a white dress, and her face without any jewelry was revealing a lovely innocence, and a pair of large, clear black eyes were looking at the boy next to her who seemed to be sleeping with a slight smile.

After a while, she also closed her eyes like a teenager, and said softly: "Don't forget to applaud me at tomorrow's entrance ceremony, I will also give a speech on stage as the student representative of our class, senior." ”

The young man raised his eyebrows slightly, moved his neck twice, but still closed his eyes: "I know, I know, Lord Xueba." ”

"I'm not a top student. You were the first in school when you entered the school, right? And you're only five points short of a perfect score, right? I really don't know who is a top student, and I can still see the lights on in your room in the middle of the night. ”

Hearing this, the young man was obviously stunned, but opened his eyes: "Tsk, hey, you're spying on me, right?"

The girl's face flushed slightly. yes, it seems like almost ten years have passed since this guy was brought back to live in his house by his mother in the name of "the child of an old classmate who went abroad", right? When did he start paying attention to him? Was it the first time he competed with him for a TV show, or the first time he broke into his house without knocking to find a comic book? Usually they seem to be together all the time, although they are unrelated people, but they always make people feel that they are reliable brothers.

And as a junior who is about to become a high school of Hongchuan, he seems to be looking forward to a more intimate relationship......

"Tsk, are you okay, why is your face suddenly red? It can't be heat stroke, right?"

The boy's voice suddenly broke in, waking up the girl who was falling into her own brain. Looking at him who was close to him because of his concern, the girl hurriedly stood up and shook her head: "It's okay, it's okay, ah...... yes, the sun is really hot. Ha ha. ”

Shaking his head for some reason, the young man also stood up and stretched comfortably, and then said with a long sigh of relief: "Even if you go to school in Hongchuan No. 1 High School in the future, you must not take it lightly." Although the articulation rate is very high, there is also fierce competition. ”

Nodding in agreement, before the girl could speak, a rapid bell rang out from the boy's wrist.

"Tsk, that's really troublesome, I'm going to treat you to something to celebrate later. The young man impatiently turned off the watch-like thing on his wrist and patted the girl's head gently, "The boss of the part-time job is probably in a hurry to pay his salary." I'll see you later, bye-bye. ”

With that, the boy turned away, leaving only the girl with a lost and confused face behind him.

However, after that parting, she never saw him again. The girl, who spent the night in solitude, did not receive her mother's death certificate and the news of his disappearance until the end of her speech the next day.

She could no longer remember what she said in the speech of the freshman representative, she only knew that she had searched in the crowd again and again in the huge hall but could not find him; he only knew that his mother, who had been playing with him the day before, was mysteriously gone; she only knew that the student who had been so proud of the whole school had disappeared along with the happy life he had had......

While the girl was giving her entrance speech, an unbelievable funeral was being held in a magnificent complex on the outskirts of Hongchuan City, because there were even more dead than there were still alive!

The world is divided into six continents, the richest Americas, the desert states that are still poor, the ancient Zhongzhou, the romantic Europe, the Nanyang states surrounded by the sea, and the ice states that are extremely cold all year round.

And this church is the branch of the Cross Church in Zhongzhou, and it is also the center of the entire Zhongzhou Cross Church, Hongchuan Cathedral

On weekdays, Hongchuan Cathedral is a very lively place. As one of the world's largest countries, the Commonwealth of China, this ancient church, which covers an area the size of more than a dozen football fields, welcomes countless Crusaders and tourists every day.

But now, everyone is busy in plain clothes and silent. Attentive people will find that the outer area of Hongchuan Cathedral seems to have been damaged in some way, and some attractions that are usually open to the public have been temporarily closed, and even ordinary believers are not allowed to enter.

At the same time, there was another group of people here, a group of people in white uniforms who looked like clergy.

In the bell tower in the center of the church, an office was already filled with smoke like a gas chamber. On the desk, among the countless cigarette butts, there is a middle-aged man who is still smoking. He had black hair, some stubble remained under his chin, and the uniform on his body was no longer able to maintain its true color under the fumigation of the smoke, and even if someone suddenly walked into the room, it was inevitable that they would faint on the spot.

But the man continued to smoke without paying attention. Or, if it weren't for the fact that he was still smoking, no one would suspect that he was a dead man.

In his other hand, two silver-white crosses with fine workmanship and engraved flowers were tightly grasped in his hands, and drops of blood continued to flow from the palm of the crossed pierced hand. It was a copy of each of them, a member of the Crucifixion, a token of the owner's status.

Holding the two spiritual garments tightly, he just smoked silently, ignoring the pain coming from his palm.

Suddenly, his lips moved, and then a little emotion flashed in his eyes, there were grief and doubt, reluctance and anger, and finally leaned back in the chair weakly, looking up at the somewhat blurred ceiling and muttering, "This battle ...... After all, we lost ......."