"Shake...... Conduction ...... Loop ...... Amplitude...... Gain ......"

Odin lay almost on the ground, trying to recall the creation of the circle to counteract the physical pain. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The human body is so fragile - it's not the first time he's aware of it. He has a slightly weaker body than the demons, but it is extremely easy to reach the limit. The physical energy source power "Phantom Fire Extinguishing" is increasing day by day, but each invocation almost tears the flesh apart.

This time, when he reached his limit, he used spells, coupled with the erosion of the Nightmare Corrosive Fluid, which made him feel like he was dying.

It took a few minutes before he was able to breathe again...... Now his whole body temperature is not much lower than the bubbling surface...... It's like putting your whole body on a flame and roasting it...... Every slight movement made him feel like he was being torn apart from head to toe.

"Open Channel...... Stick your nose into something...... Oscillating...... Particle...... Caper...... Deorbit ...... Enlarge ......"

He groaned and tried to get up, but in vain, he fell to the ground again, his hands and body corroded into dense white bubbles.

Odin rested for a while, repeated it a few more times, and finally stumbled a few steps and staggered towards the city of Paliva.

"I'm still almost ready...... I'm going to...... Power ......"

By this time it was already dusk.

From time to time, screams can be heard in the streets of Paliva City.

A few days ago, even the Friars and Templars were unable to resist the self-proclaimed Sanctuary mages, bringing fear to the city.

The Sanctuary denied of course that they had appointed such a person - in fact they were full of contempt for Paliva, believing that this heretical city was a disgrace to the Sunset Empire, and that no one in the Holy Priesthood wanted to come to this frontier city.

At the same time, news came from the border that several Sanctuary monks had been killed.

The Inquisition and the Templar who ruled the city of Paliwa agreed that it was a good deed by the Nanfeng Warlocks with their strategic intrigue. He uses despicable but not powerful tricks to create panic.

And, most likely, he is still lurking near Paliva.

This was somewhat subjective, but the Templar priests and the Jury of Paliva agreed that the alien had seriously violated the authority of the Sanctuary and blasphemed the true god Osiris, and that he must be found and burned in front of the people—and that the most convenient way to find him was to find out the suspicious ones in the city.

The city was plunged into a different kind of panic - anyone who "looked like a foreigner" or who "could not prove that he had relatives in Paliva" could be bound, tortured, and beheaded by the Templars at any moment.

In order to protect themselves, people are suspicious of each other, and even maliciously frame people who are not pleasing to their eyes as heretics. When the sound of horses' hooves rings on the bluestone streets, it is the moment when the death knell rings.

Blood stained on the ground and then disappeared into the sewers, stenching from corpses outside the city that had not been burned in time. On the cross of the Avenue of Atonement, there are several more skeletons of Nanfeng merchants. Their servants were burned at the stake in public.

In the chaos, the Templars took the opportunity to empty the Larsen family's stewardship, dismissed the family knights, and the city-state guards were in a semi-dissolved state, and even taxes were stripped by the Templars in the name of atonement, and the family vassals fled.

The Inquisition also claimed that the heir to the Grand Duke's throne had defected to the Imperial Theological Seminary, colluded with his father, and committed an unforgivable crime. Anyone who offered him asylum would be punished.

In this case, Carter Larson circumnavigated the Avenue of Atonement and found that the upside-down body was gone—probably burned to make room for the new criminals.

He lost the only goal he had kept from going mad.

Carter's spiritual sea seems to be filled with lead water, and his heart is no different from that of a dead man. He staggered back to the lord's mansion from the secret passage in a chaotic manner, only to find the entire building empty, like an abandoned ghost city.

He seemed to hear footsteps coming from the marble hallway—it might have been a move to a pursuer, a patrolling soldier, a monk, or a servant who had not fled...... But when he lifted his sword and held the half-charred "medullary worm" to try to check, he found no trace.

The Lord's Mansion had been ransacked several times in just a few days, and perhaps that was why the Templars had lost interest in it—perhaps they thought Carter Larson would rather go into exile than return here.

Carter sat down against the stone pillar, the spiral staircase casting huge shadows on the ground, the glass pattern refracting the orange-red sunlight, and the light and shadow swayed lightly on the ground. It was as if he had seen the days of the past, the scenes of his childhood and adolescence running between the spiral stairs, the backs of his fathers walking between the library attic and the arsenal, and the ghosts that flooded into his brain.

For a moment, he suspected that he had had a long nightmare, and that nothing had happened. But immediately, he slammed his head against the wall, blood streaming down his face, and he told himself that he had to face the facts, that he had to embrace hatred - but to no avail, the last hope that had supposedly his sanity had been dashed, and now he was just unconsciously waiting for his fate to end.

He slowly carved the black gold wood with his fingernails, trying to reproduce the charred pattern—the staff that had been stroked, chanted, and meditated upon a thousand times, had a clear memory in his mind. He shuddered uncontrollably until his fingers bleed, and then the blood slowly seeped into the black gold wood, leaving only a shallow mark on the charred surface.

It wasn't until late at night that he finally finished the job. He was paralyzed on the marble floor, his whole body was cold and numb like a bleeding finger—he wondered if death felt the same way.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps and the swaying light woke him up from this numbness and fell back to reality.

He bounced up like a frightened mouse and quickly ducked into the storage compartment under the spiral staircase. This small space with miscellaneous items can barely accommodate one person, and the door panels are in disrepair, smelling musty and crumbling.

The sound of footsteps was like a death knell, striking at his heart—he saw a figure in the firelight between the cracks in the door.

Five Templars, three Monks, and...... A servant of a lord's mansion. Carter remembers him as a loyal middle-aged man who followed the Larson family for generations and personally held the funeral of his son, who died young.

At this time, the middle-aged man was covered with hemp rope around his neck, and his hands and feet were dragged with iron chains, which made a noise against the ground, tearing Carter's nerves like a saw blade, causing his head to almost explode.

It will inevitably be ...... Carter thought so, and there was no escape...... It is a straight passage through the retinue door and through the promenade, which leads to the spiral staircase and the lobby of the mansion. Any movement in the silence of the night will give a clear signal to the predators.

Carter's vision was filled with the betrayer in front of him—messy hair like straw, still sticky with juice, a gray face with three scars that had not yet crusted, the skin on his lips cracked, a thick layer of black, thick blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and his eyes ...... Deeply sunk into the eye sockets, the eyeballs protrude slightly, covered with a layer of dust, and turn subconsciously.

Like a ghost...... The ghost was coming towards him.

This servant shattered Carter's remaining illusion that no one would fight to the death for loyalty, that everyone had turned their backs on him, and that this was his grave.

Kartra opened the wooden door and ran towards the lobby as fast as he could......

Behind him came the chanting of a monk, and a ball of fire exploded where he had just been hiding, followed by the sound of a neat, unsheathed sword piercing the darkness, its blade reflecting cold light in the flames.

The torches were held high, and in an instant the lobby of the lord's mansion took on its original appearance, and the walls and floors, like mischief, were covered with long black marks—all fire marks and blood stains.

There have been massacres here. There's probably a lot more to Carter Larson's ghost tonight.

The intruders saw the figure ahead, and they almost thought it was a dead man.

Carter lay motionless on the ground, his clothes ragged, his skin pale as paper, covered with green tendons, and his green pupils had spread slightly.