For the Acting Head of the Knights of the Martyrs, young Sir Wilan, Nord was a disappointment, even though the Bishop had touted the sincerity of the faithful before his departure. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Probably deliberately, the Bishop didn't talk about how serious the banditry was here, and before that he thought that Vecchia's was bad enough. Not a single day had been peaceful since they set foot on Nord's land, and even so, it was not so disappointing to him, but the commander of the regiment, who was like a father to her, Rafman, was assassinated here and left him.

Hatred nearly consumed him, turning him into a vengeful devil who turned his back on the teachings of Mephilia. Fortunately, he remembered the teachings of the lord, the integrity that was deeply rooted in his bones, so he did not cut off the head of Eveluna Falst, who had given up resistance, but chose to take them to Hart for a fair trial.

"What's going on? You-" It happened very suddenly, he and the other Knights of Martyrdom were resting, and he only took a nap before his brothers fell to the ground with their heads clutched.

He lifted one of his brothers up, only to find him demon-possessed, scarlet eyes replacing those that had been bright and wise. "Praise be to Muffylia!" he abruptly praised the goddess Muffylia, but what he did was not the work of a believer - he grabbed Veran by the neck and tried to kill the acting head of the group who had been eating and chatting with him a few minutes earlier.

Veran didn't know how he had escaped, after all, there were entire members of the Knights of the Martyrs who wanted to kill him, and when he realized that he had run out of the clubhouse, he noticed that it was not only his companions who had gone crazy, but the entire city!

"Mufficia forbid, have we been attacked by the devil?" Veran first thought of reporting the situation to the Pope, but then it occurred to him that the Pope might need more military assistance, after all, they had to deal with tens of thousands of crazy Nords. So Veran decided to take a detour and go straight from the dungeon to the lower level of the tower, first alerting the trainee monks who might not have known (nominally monks, but in fact a group of professional samurai). ) so that there is enough strength to help the Pope.

He walked in such a hurry that he couldn't hold his sword, so he had to avoid the believers who were supposed to bow to him along the way. It took him a long time to get past the guards, who seemed to be equally delirious, and made his way to the dungeon.

Holding the key in his hand, Veran couldn't help but feel a little self-deprecating, these little tricks he had to learn to survive had always been spurned by him, but he didn't expect to have to rely on them to help him.

Veran weaved his way through the dungeon beneath Hart, but fortunately he had already walked this way, so he wouldn't have been lost for too long, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to find the right door for days in a dungeon almost half the size of Hart.

Veran tried all the keys, but the door in front of him wouldn't open, and he had to sigh. "I really don't want to do this again......" he fumbled in his pocket, a slender iron bar, which he still carried. He searched around and happened to find a small stick. "Let's see if I've forgotten what to do. Veran took the gadgets and prepared to pry open the stubborn door.

He stuck to the door, listening intently to the movement in the lock, although he didn't want to admit it, but he was still a little happy to be able to use this skill again. "That's ...... This way...... Right...... Gently...... It's done!" It didn't take much effort, and the door was easily pried open by him.

Unfortunately, behind the door was not the passage he wanted, just a cell, and the people behind it were not what he wanted to see. A blonde idiot with an ugly mustache and his hands cuffed to the wall, he was blinded by the bright light and did not see himself for the first time.

"Why did you save me? I was imprisoned by your people. Elias moved his wrist, the effect of the strange holy water had passed, and he no longer had the feeling that his body didn't belong to him.

"I don't want to save you, it's Mafelia who wants to save you, so I happened to run into you. It was one of the hardest decisions Veran had ever made, and although he hated the mercenary leader, his faith couldn't let him leave him alone.

Elias found his preparation outside the door and couldn't help but shout "lucky", but Veran just gave him a brief explanation of the situation with a bitter face. "Well, since there's a bunch of lunatics out there, I'll have to find my brothers first, and then I'll go rescue our lady. Veran was not surprised by this, he did not expect the mercenary to know about Entu, and it was the best choice here.

Contrary to their wishes, they both underestimated the complexity of the dungeon, and Veran could not find the passage to the base of the tower, except for the way he had come.

Elias found his companion, just a wall away from his cell. Given that Veran didn't want to reveal the fact that he could pick locks in front of these guys, Elias chose the easiest way to break the door lock with a sledgehammer.

"I thought you knew how to get out, boy?" They followed Veran several times, but couldn't find a way out, which made Elias deeply doubt what Veran was saying to know the way.

Veran was trying to say something to save his dignity. "Oh my God!" he suddenly heard a soft call, and he immediately stopped, telling Elias and the others to be quiet.

"Praise Muffyla!" this time it was a woman's voice, but it was clearer, and Veran could tell that it was coming from their heads, and Elias and the others heard it.

"Aha, at least it's a clue, let's go!" Without much hesitation, they found the stairs up and went to find out.

...... Arthur was carried on Elias's back, and the structure of the tower's interior was not much simpler than the dungeon, somehow more complex - because every room here looked more or less the same.

"Don't be noisy, I'm almost finding a way out!" Veran had a good temper, but he couldn't stand Elias's questioning again and again, although he did get lost. "It's almost ......" he couldn't help but feel regretful, why didn't he take a good look around here before?

"Heh, who's struggling so alive after being pierced in the throat?" Pete was half-kneeling on the ground, Eve with her sword in front of him, and behind them was a wall, surrounded by the Shadow Warriors.

"Is that a problem? Pete Howles. The man in the lead straightened his crooked head, and the bloody hole in his neck was gradually healing. "Who told you that we are human, hehehe. He smiled with a cruel smile that didn't belong to humans, and so did the samurai behind him. "Today is my lucky day, not only to finally be able to kill, but also to use your head to ask for credit. He arrogantly looked down at Pete, who was already wounded, and walked towards him.

"Don't think of taking a step forward, monster!" Eve's sword pointed to the man's eyebrows, who didn't care. "Don't worry, ma'am, we'll enjoy you last.

Eve knew that even stabbing wouldn't work, but she had other plans. "So what!" she took advantage of the man's defenselessness, and with a twist of her sword, she slashed his eyes with the tip of her sword.

"Ahh "You damn woman! since you want to die so much, I'll fulfill you!" he covered his eyes, unable to recover for a short time, and roared twice in a language that Eve didn't understand, and the shadow warriors behind him walked towards him in unison.

Eve's nails sank deep into her flesh, she couldn't fight these almost undead armies, she had no remorse in her heart, only a deep sense of powerlessness. "I turned out to be so weak. When a samurai slashed the sword in her hand with a sword, the thought flashed through her mind.

As if there was no turning back, Eve closed her eyes, ready to accept the final moment.

Her hands were clenched tightly, and it was not pleasant to wait for death. She recalled her short life and had too many regrets. "I still don't want to die. Eve opened her eyes, she didn't know what to do, but in any case, it was better to do something than to die.

Eve leaned down, dodging the sword that had decapitated her, then snatched Pete's sword and stabbed the Shadow Knight in the eye.

"Eve!! "She didn't have time to think about how to deal with the second samurai, but she didn't need to think about it anymore. Before Eve could react, a knight rode past her, and the spear in his hand picked up the shadow warrior high and tossed it aside.

Before Eve could figure out what was going on, more knights swept past him, snatching the undead warriors away from her. "Haha, it's so glad to see you like that!" said one of the knights, taking off his helmet and gloating. Eve never dreamed that it was Sir Eto'o, who had been humiliated by her before!

"Eve, are you alright?" the knight at the head turned over and dismounted, and lifted Eve up from the ground. “...... Vivi, oh my God, why are you here? Eve asked happily and confusedly. "Well, I'll talk about it later, what's going on here? It's like everybody's obsessed. ”

"Let's deal with them first, be careful, they don't seem to be able to kill. Eve looked worriedly at the Shadow Knights who had been picked or knocked into the air, and sure enough, they slowly got up and straightened their misplaced bodies.

"Oh, don't worry, we have experts at dealing with this stuff. Vivi smiled mysteriously, and just as Eve was wondering, another familiar voice came into her ears.

"Fin, Fennel?" said Eve, surprised and delighted, calling the man's name.