It was about two miles from the street where Joe had been attacked.

On the tower of an old chapel, a man in a black cloak stands quietly at the top of the tower, looking out at the street wrapped in a light mist.

"Really...... Shameless! ”

The man muttered in a low voice, "Her Majesty the Empress of the Delen Empire is worthy of being the craziest and most terrifying old grandmother in the entire Metland Continent...... Sneak attack on this kind of thing, with your identity, how can this be? ”

"Poor majestic tower...... Oh hell! ”

"It doesn't matter if you're caught...... But those, our sword-wielding slenders, are the henchmen and subordinates who have worked so hard to develop in the army...... But because of your reckless actions, it was completely ......"

The man turned around and said softly, "Your Excellency, do you have any contingency arrangements?" ”

A man wearing the uniform of a general of the Delenn Imperial Army quietly emerged from behind the man. The shadow cast by the large-brimmed hat obscured his face, making it impossible to see what he really looked like.

Only one of his eyes, extremely bright and bright, was spewing out the fury of a volcanic eruption.

"Strain arrangement? Are you and I God? ”

"That idiot who believes in the wisdom of muscles over brains, he doesn't give me any time at all...... He had come from Lucia, and he had ordered me to cooperate with him! ”

The man in the cloak smiled: "With your detached identity...... The sword-bearer does not need to obey the orders of the 'king'. ”

The man squinted and looked up and down at the familiar and unfamiliar sword-wielding: "Or, have you been hiding in the army for too long and are used to obeying orders?" It's not good, it's not good at all......"

The sword-wielder sneered, he turned around, and said coldly: "The matter has come to this point, and there is no other way...... They won't cause us trouble, though. It's just that my nearly twenty years of hard work in the Deren Imperial Army have been destroyed by seventy percent this time...... The organization, nay, your honorable kings, must compensate me adequately. ”

The man in the cloak shrugged his shoulders: "As a humble lord, I can't make any decisions for Your Excellency, I can only say that I convey your meaning to Your Excellency...... Ah, the unfortunate majestic tower......"

The sword-wielder snorted coldly.

El Order, 22nd level member, sword bearer.

The 'lord' is a member of the twenty-sixth level, whose identity and status are only below the king, and he is the right and left hand of the king's control side.

The man in the cloak in front of him is one of Florence's most powerful assistants, and he is also the most mysterious 'lord' around Florence.

Even this sword-wielder failed to figure out the true identity of this 'lord' in the secular world.

"You're right...... The fall of the Lord of Florence, it seems, is not worried? The sword-wielder suddenly turned his head and stared directly at the lord in front of him.

The man in the cloak was silent for a moment, and then he laughed: "What should I say this?" Of course, I was sad, I was angry, I blamed myself, and I hated myself for my incompetence...... However, life has to pass. ”

"Your Excellency Florence...... Well, in a certain sentence of the Eastern Continent, the Ji people have their own natural appearance, I believe that the Delun Empire will not use that kind of overly extreme means, right? ”

In the void, there was a strange light flickering.

Beside the lord and the sword-wielder, a small piece of void about a thousand feet square shimmered like a mirror made of countless glass shards, shimmering with a messy and dazzling light.

The strange light of black and white enveloped everything, and this small space was suddenly cut off from the outside world.

It's as if someone used a sharp knife to cut out this small piece of space, and even used magical power to piece together a box and seal this small piece of space inside.

Black and white have become the main colors of the world.

Everything turned white, and in the grim and terrifying white, like the faces of the dead, only our lord and the sword-bearer became two black silhouettes, standing alone on the top of the tower of the white forest.

"It's ......," the lord exclaimed.

"Who is it?" The sword-wielder pulled out a war knife suddenly, he let out a sharp wolf howl, the war knife slashed forward, and a black arc of light flew forward hundreds of feet away, and then 'snapped', it exploded like a candle wick that had been crushed, exploded into countless black points of light, and quickly merged into this white and miserable world.

A writhing, eerie, unsettling deathly, bleak figure emerged in the air.

Black flames erupted in the miserable white world, and the black flames outlined dead faces, these distorted, ugly, hideous, as if they were enduring endless torture, staring directly at the two of them.

"Damn...... Damn it......" the lord hissed, "This is ...... This is...... God's Realm...... Who are you? Who are you? ”

The sword-wielder's body was also tense, his body trembled unconsciously, and under the shadow cast by his big-brimmed hat, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, constantly flowing down his face.

The writhing figure let out a 'gurgling' chuckle.

He flew forward like a shadow, and with a 'swish' he passed through the lord's body.

The lord's clothes shattered, blasted into countless black particles and scattered. All the essence, qi, and body in his body disappeared without a trace the moment the strange figure passed through his body, and the whole person seemed to be emptied in an instant.

The lord's shriveled body shook, then fell to the ground and rolled down the tower.

The sword-wielder's hand gripping the sword trembled violently, and he felt a great danger and extreme terror from the strange figure in front of him...... He looked at the figure as if he saw 'death' itself.

"You...... Want to go against the El? The sword-wielder roared in a low trembling voice.

In his capacity, both within the El Organization and in the secular world, he hadn't had such a gaffe in years. He boasted that after hiding in the army of the Delen Empire for so many years, he had also tempered his backbone and courage like steel.

But it wasn't until today that he realized that when he really faced death, in the face of irresistible horror, he was still the same as a mortal...... Humble and timid.

"You...... Yes...... Representative...... Al? The twisted figure hovered in front of the sword-wielding man, sneering.

The sword-wielder took a step back in embarrassment, his eyes flickering as he looked at the distorted figure, and said in a low voice, "Isn't it? Me, and my ...... My ......"

"Your ...... Fox Friends ...... Dog friend ......" The twisted figure 'giggled' and slowly stretched out his right hand.

He pulled out a delicate badge and shook it at the sword-bearer, "Al...... Seem...... I...... Also. ”

"Al...... And it didn't ...... What...... Terrific. ”

The sword-wielder's pupils contracted suddenly, shrinking to the size of a pinpoint.

That badge.

That badge!

"Twenty-Nine...... Archbishop. The sword-wielder looked at the distorted figure in despair: "Ha...... Archbishop...... Archbishop...... Knowing the heart, understanding the truth, not being deceived, never wavering...... Archbishop. ”

"Exalted as you are...... Why, ...... to those of us who are inferior?"

The sword-wielder received no response.

The twisted figure swooped forward, piercing through his body and reaping his life entirely.

"Al...... I...... Not uncommon...... Scold! ”

The sword-wielder's body rolled down the steep roof of the tower, 'grunting'.

The black and white world squirmed and quietly disappeared, slowly merging with the normal world around it.

Dressed in a robe, with a felt hat on his head, and his hands in his sleeves, the archbishop stood silently at the top of the tower, looking out at the street where the fog slowly cleared.

He stood quietly at the top of the tower, quietly watching.

In the chapel, two elderly priests on night duty heard the sound of the corpse falling to the ground, they opened the door, looked cautiously into the courtyard, and then they screamed loudly.

Soon, the whole chapel became brightly lit, and more than a dozen old and young priests, carrying lanterns and torches, trembled and surrounded the two strange corpses that were all white and their skin was so white that their skin was transparent.

The archbishop stood silently on the tower.

When the priests looked up, he stood on the tower, but the priests looked as if they were blind, and they couldn't 'see' him.

A sharp siren whistle sounded in the distance.

The patrol police of this neighborhood rushed to the chapel with a small group of soldiers.

The street, two miles away, was surrounded by soldiers from the brigade.

Several belated war airships floated thousands of feet above the ground, and huge gas lamps shed huge pillars of light, illuminating the entire street as bright as day.

From such a distance, Margrethe III's shrill sneer and angry roar could still be heard.

There was a faint glint in the archbishop's eyes, and he bent his waist and looked quietly into the distance.

After a long time, a long time, he suddenly sighed: "This ...... At the feet of the Son of Heaven is ...... There are many rights and wrongs! ”

Raising his head and looking at the thick clouds in the sky, the archbishop said softly, "Today...... Good day and auspicious day...... Benefit...... Funeral. ”

Wisps of black flames erupted from the soles of the archbishop's feet, and soon black flames enveloped his body.

His body, like a paper figure in a burning flame, turned into fine ashes little by little, and disappeared without a trace when swept up by the howling cold wind.

A four-wheeled carriage, surrounded by a dozen smund knights, took advantage of the darkness of the night, and took advantage of the vast majority of Hydrerabor's attention, to be drawn to the incident of Joe's attack on the street, and quietly left Hydra Palace, and headed north along Hydra Street.

The four-wheeled carriage followed a path, climbed the bloody kapok mound, and galloped all the way to the north.

By the time it was almost dawn, the carriage had moved nearly a hundred miles away from Hydrerabad.

The black and white world emerged, enveloping the carriage with a dozen knights.

After a few breaths, the black and white world disappeared, and the knight, the war horse, along with Elizabeth, the princess of the Ice Sea Kingdom in the carriage, and the two personal maids, all died silently on the spot.