The terrifying child saw the Grey Knights, raised his head, and staggered towards them as he chewed.

The knight subconsciously drew the long sword at his waist, and hell, he was afraid of a child.

At this moment, another figure appeared in the field of vision.

It was an elegant and handsome young man, dressed in a magnificent black-and-gold robe, made of the finest silk satin, which the average man could not afford to wear.

He stepped on the blood-soaked ground like on the red carpet of a ball, and he was a born nobleman.

The young man slowly walked over to the scary-shaped child, lowered his head and whispered, "Are you still hungry?"

The child unconsciously murmured, "Hungry, I'm so hungry."

The young man touched the child's head and whispered, "Then sleep, you won't be hungry when you sleep..." Sleep, sleep.."

The young man's words were like a lullaby, gentle and lingering, the piece of flesh in the child's hand fell to the ground, his eyelids drooped one by one, and finally, the little deformed body slowly fell to the ground.

And the knight saw that the moment the young man's hand left the child, it was as if something had been pulled from it.

The terrifying child fell to the ground, like a ripe fruit that had fallen from a tree, quickly rotting and withering in just a few breaths, and finally turning into a puddle of strange black liquid that melted into the mud.

The young man, on the other hand, closed his eyes in satisfaction, and his face showed a look of enjoyment, as if he were tasting something extremely delicious.

This scene made the knight's eyes widen suddenly, and he froze in place, and when the young man opened his eyes again, and his gaze fell on him, his muscles tensed all at once, and beads of sweat appeared on his head, and he..." Bang" half-knelt on the ground, humbly, excitedly and respectfully shouted: "You... You are an adult from the Holy Parish."

Everyone was stunned, the rest of the knights, the farmer who led the way with the vomit, and even Carlo.

After saying this, the knight turned his head sharply, glared at his companion viciously, and scolded: "Why don't you hurry up and salute your lord?!"

The grey knights glanced at each other, then jumped off their horses in unison, crawled behind the knights and knelt down, and shouted in a jagged voice, "See. I've seen adults. ”

Only the sallow-faced, terrified farmer shivered in place.

"The vice-captain of the Crow City Guard, junior disciple Byrne greets your lordship. ”

The knight saluted Carlo, then stood up, strode up to the farmer, dragged him forward, cut off the farmer's head with a fierce sword, knelt down again, and said respectfully: "These fools have disturbed the adults, and it is not too many to die ten thousand times."

Carlo looked at everything in front of him, didn't speak, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

Suddenly, his right hand swung slightly, and there was no movement, and the head of the chief knight was already in his palm.

Pale blue flames rose, and those fragmentary or continuous, gray or vivid memories poured out together.

“.. The destruction of the Holy See of Light, and the fall of the once most powerful kingdom of Oraton on the continent... Sophia, the mighty Snow Queen, unites the Dark Maiden and the Wicked Witch to rule the kingdoms with the help of an army of ghouls and establish the incomparably vast Lore Empire.

Sophia became the first empress in history, pardoning the Dark Church as the state religion, and the Dark Saint as the first pope...

Disagreements and conflicts arise between the Empress, the Pope, and the Wicked Witch, who is banished and wanders outside the city with her army of ghouls...

The Holy See of Light is resurrected, and the new Pope St. Paul brainwashes lowly and ignorant civilians to confront the Empire and the Holy Church...

Three holy wars, countless people died on the mainland, the power of the Holy See of Light became stronger and stronger, and Empress Sophia and St. Paul signed a temporary peace pact to divide the two dioceses of darkness and light.

The Empress abdicated.. The Dark Pope is in seclusion.."

"It is now, one hundred and twenty-three years in the holy calendar. Carlo slowly let go of the hand that was holding the knight's head, and for a moment he lost his mind, and muttered, "It's been a hundred and twenty-three years... It's been so long.."

He had always known that the speed of time was not the same in each plane, and the lower the power level, the faster the time flow.

He traveled through various planes, and the time he had experienced in them added up to only a few decades, but he didn't expect that hundreds of years had passed in the Grimm plane.

It is reasonable that Sophia can rule the continent, after all, she is originally a woman with great ambition and means, and when she leaves, there are no strong opponents in the entire continent, plus the extraordinary power she left to them, it is indeed a very easy thing.

However, he did not expect the revival of the destroyed Holy See of Light at all, and it can be seen from the division of the two dioceses after the three holy wars that the strength of the Holy See of Light is rapidly increasing, while Sophia's power is weakening step by step.

Carlo suddenly remembered the four-winged angel who forced him to flee in the first place, and it seemed that he was the reason.

Then there was another point that made Carlo frown slightly.

Empress Sophia and the Dark Pope and the Wicked Witch establish an empire, and the Dark Pope and the Wicked Witch don't have to guess to know that it must be Cinderella and Talia, all three of them are Carlo's women and slaves, and it is only natural that they will join forces.

But then why did Talia fall out with Sophia and get expelled?

Did time change everything?

Carlo's mind flashed over the scene of a girl holding a green fire and burning her face with an expressionless face, and she still felt a little emotional for a while.

"Great. My lord.."

A weak voice pulled Carlo out of his musings and bowed his head, it was none other than the knight Byrne who had been forcibly read by him before.

He was on his knees, pale, barely supporting his body with his sword, his forehead covered with beads of sweat, his hair completely wet, and his body looked like he had just been fished out of the water.

He's lucky, if Carlo's soul takes a little longer, his head will pop open like a watermelon.

Byrne squeezed out a humble smile at Carlo and said respectfully, "Please follow me to Crow City, I think the bishop and the city lord will be very happy to meet your lordship." ”

Carlo nodded indifferently, holding an ebony staff in his hand, and slowly walked in the direction of the town.

Knight Bourne gasped for breath, looking at the back of the man who was obviously not moving fast, but was quickly moving away from him, and his eyes showed great fear.

Two knights came up to help him up and asked in a low voice, "Captain, is this guy really an adult from the Holy Parish?"

Byrne grabbed the water bladder handed by his hand and poured it into his mouth a few times, his face looked a little better, and he said fiercely: "Who knows.."

"What about you.."

Byrne glared at his subordinates angrily, "Then what can I do? Can you deal with him?..

Byrne turned his head to look at the tragedy in the village behind him, and the suffocating and desperate pain he had just experienced, a trace of palpitation and viciousness flashed on his face, and he said in a low voice: "Trick him into the city first, and even if he is really weird at that time, it won't be our turn to have a headache.."