Tismal carefully observed the two men on the top of the mountain, and the aura of chaos that was familiar to him came from Younas, and the power fluctuations emanating from the old man's body made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Human, you have the mark of my lord Beelzebub and do have the power to command me. Tishmal uttered a slurred continental lingua franca.

With that, Tismar reached out and grabbed at the mist that swirled behind him.

A giant sword appeared in the hand of the Demon Lord, the giant sword was covered with sharp teeth, the hilt was carved with a lifelike demon head, and a dark red blood groove was embedded in the center of the inverted blade, releasing an incomparably fierce aura.

Drakes stared at the demon lord who was slowly walking towards the exit of the valley, his brows furrowed slightly, "Tismar, I seem to have seen this name in the classics when I was studying at the Augustinian Theological Academy, and it can also speak the lingua franca of the continent, could it be that it descended on this plane a long time ago?"

Younas showed a sinister smile, "Lord Tismar is one of the most powerful archdemon lords under the throne of His Excellency Beelzebub, its footprints are all over the plane, as early as a thousand years ago, it followed the demon army to land near the city of dawn, at that time, it was a few guys from the World Tree Council who joined forces to expel it back to the abyss, this time to revisit, I think Tismar should be in a good mood!"

Drakes took out a yellowed sheepskin scroll from his sleeve, "I'll leave this to you, after the mission is completed, you can leave Olympia City as soon as possible with the teleportation magic on this scroll, otherwise, when that guy from Innocent finds out and arrives, your fate will only be worse than Elvis." ”

"Hey, what a caring service. Yunas took the magic scroll, "Wait for the good news, Drex." ”

With that, a black flame erupted from under Younas's feet, enveloping him and disappearing.

Standing on his own from the top of the mountain, Drex slowly closed his eyes in the wind, a gesture that the old man had done for decades whenever he had a premonition of a bloody storm to come.

"Merciful Lord, may your scepter and flame sweep upon my soul and cleanse me from my iniquity. The old man muttered to himself.

......

The news of Roland's victory and promotion to the finals was soon spread throughout the imperial capital under the publicity of the Palatine Academy.

People who profess to love the Holy Empire will naturally be jubilant about this result, but another question is in front of many people: who will win the final victory of the martial arts tournament between Roland and the unknown Morning Star in the finals?

This issue has become the biggest hot topic in Olympia City at the moment.

The Palatine Academy never deliberately concealed Roland's deeds, and the Olympians knew that he was now a paladin of the Church of Light, and was once praised by His Majesty the Emperor as the "Imperial Sun".

Whether it is in the Paladin students or in the civilian circle of the imperial capital, Roland's reputation has always been quite good.

And after the news of the battle with Rommel spread, everyone in the entire imperial capital knew the extremely shocking news: Roland Austin had actually stepped into the realm of the Holy Realm and became the youngest sword saint in the history of the Holy Empire.

Upon hearing this news, even half a month ago, the people who were most in pursuit of the blue group had to express pessimism about the possibility of Morning Star winning.

Olympia's largest underground casino, --- Golden Roulette, placed a bet on the martial arts tournament the day before the grand final, and not surprisingly, almost all the gamblers involved put the gold on Roland's side, and the odds for both sides reached an astonishing 1 to 15.

......

After walking a few knights who came to compete, the Bird Hotel in the Forest suddenly seemed a little deserted.

In the midst of this coldness, the first rain of midsummer fell, and the trickling raindrops hit the woods outside the hotel, hit the windows, and bloomed......

As night fell, Constantine sat alone on the sofa in his room, looking up at the ceiling overhead, and the sound of rain in his ears sounded in his ears, and began to close his eyes and meditate.

He began to recall that day a few years ago, he fled to the territory of the Holy Empire after being chased by many dragon lancers, and exhausted he came to the gate of the Augustinian seminary and collapsed to the ground.

He felt tired, thirsty, unconscious, and the only thing he could do was to habitually hold on to his mother's black box, as he had done in years.

The boy's mind was drawn into the endless darkness by exhaustion and pain, and his consciousness was foggy, and he heard the sound of rain hitting his face, and thunder roaring.

That day the rain was pouring down, and the boy lay in the pouring rain, letting the rain wash over his thin clothes, and he was soaked but unconscious.

His body was cold, but he didn't move, enjoying the rain that soaked his body.

Along the way, Constantine's life was almost accompanied by all kinds of fires, the sacred flames of Winterfell, the lava of the abyss, the flames of war in the village of Mises, and the magic that burned the academy of Dedram City......

After experiencing it countless times, he had long been accustomed to and tired of the blazing heat, so the bone-chilling coldness that came to his whole body at this moment made him feel so comfortable.

If it hadn't been for the carriage that came to a sudden stop, perhaps all of Constantine's ambitions and desires would have been buried on that rainy night, and would have been reduced to dust in some unknown corner.......

In the haze, he heard footsteps, and then a warm cloud of holy light enveloped him

"Poor child, may the Lord of Heaven bless you. Archbishop Cicero, dressed in a white robe, bent down and looked at Constantine's beautiful cheeks, wet with rain, and made a cross in his chest with pity in his eyes.

He was brought back to the seminary by the archbishop and became an ordinary servant of the Augustinian seminary.

So there is the story that follows.

After a long time, Constantine was on the verge of forgetting that day, that rainy night......

At this time, the finals are approaching, and this may be the biggest turning point in his life, but what comes to the boy's mind is not the glorious history after becoming a bounty hunter, but the most depressed picture of his life.

He couldn't help but wonder, was it really an accident that Archbishop Cicero appeared in front of him that day?

Perhaps, behind the accident, is the guy fate doing the trick?

In the quiet sound of rain, the ring on the table suddenly lit up.

Joey's old and disrespectful face reappeared before Constantine, and his sonorous voice said, "Little one, wake me up, don't sleep." ”

"Master, why did you come to me so late?" Constantine rubbed his eyes.

"You've heard, your opponent, Roland Austin, has entered the Sanctuary. Old Joy said with a serious face.

"Yes. Constantine said with a blank face.

"Then you're still so laid-back, waiting to be beaten into a dog by him?" Joey said annoyedly.

Constantine stretched out his hands to show his helplessness, "Then what can I do? Even if I cultivate diligently for ten years, I won't be able to defeat a sword master! ”

Joey pursed his lips, "Little guy with no ambition, what is the Sanctuary? Old man, when I was young, I also cleaned up a few eyeless Sanctuary powerhouses, not to mention Innocent and your more perverted mother." ”

"Master, could it be that when you were young, you people often went to fight with the powerhouses of the Sanctuary when they were fine?" Constantine showed a puzzled expression.

Joey hurriedly coughed twice: "Does my old man owe such a beating?"