"Inquisition, fanatics of the 'Society of Saints'?"

Stitch looked at the tall and strong figure, but said nonchalantly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Yes, the Knights Templar's captive NightClan, lackeys. It's a despicable monster born in the dark, but it's delusional to touch the light...... The result must be burned by the flames of light!"

André made no secret of his killing intent, holding a sterling silver javelin, and began to approach Stitch.

"It seems that the Night Clan here has been dealt with by you. ”

In the face of Andre's murderous intent and humiliation, Stik turned a deaf ear.

"Yes!" Andre admitted, "it's just rubbish, and it's not ......fun at all."

With that, Andrei had already walked up to Stitch: "Now only you are left." ”

As soon as the words fell, the two shot at the same time!

The golden sterling silver javelin and the spear formed by the blood converged and pierced into the bodies of both sides in no particular order.

Blood flew and minced flesh splattered.

The two of them were both knocked to the ground by the powerful impact, but the next moment Sticker stood up unconsciously.

As if to pat off the dust off his body, Stitch pulled out the sterling silver javelin that had pierced into his body in the scorching white mist, threw it to the ground, looked at Andre who fell to the ground, and mocked: "What a priest of extraordinary courage, but unfortunately the degree of stupidity is directly proportional to the courage presented...... He rushed up without even using his magic and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the Night Clan at night. ”

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Wood, who was trying to get up from the ground.

"Little ghost, you will never be able to get up with these things, first pull out these sterling silver javelins, and then concentrate on recovering ......"

Before he could finish speaking, a voice abruptly interrupted him.

"Hehehe, got you, monster!"

The voice came from behind Stitch, and before he could turn around, two sterling silver javelins had already passed through his body!

"What!"

Sticker couldn't help but be surprised, but his body moved a step faster.

I saw him ignore the javelin that pierced into his body, leaped forward, and volleyed forward between the ground with one hand. Almost at the same time as the sterling silver javelin left his body, six streams of blood shot out, converging into six blood spears during the flight, heading straight for Andre.

In an instant, the powerful force knocked Andre down, but Andre was like the previous Stitch, and immediately got up without care, raised the javelin in his hand and slashed at Stitch!

That's right, slash at Sticky with a javelin without a blade!

Is Andrei crazy?

No!

At the moment when the javelin fell, two golden blades ejected from the gun!

When the golden blade appeared, a strange burning sensation made it difficult for Wooder to breathe, and before the blade could slash Sdick, the bloody spear used to block it turned into a blood-colored mist and burned to the ground!

"Shhh

Andre slashed, but no flesh flew around, because Stick's arm had already spread through his body with a burst of golden flames before he could leave his body!

"Holy Flame Crystal, a solid flame extracted from the Holy Flame of Light by alchemy...... And that body, it is impossible to achieve this level with a simple restoration technique?????? Alchemy refining, human body alchemy...... Using the doctrine of 'heresy' to remodel one's own body, who is more like a monster now? ”

Although his entire arm had been chopped off and the golden flames were still burning from the wound, Sticky still had the strength to taunt him.

"Wail as hard as you can, you monster. You will never understand the greatness of this faith! I am willing to give everything for my faith, even if I die and go to hell. ”

Immediately, André crossed the sterling silver javelin in his hand and pressed it towards Stitch's neck in the shape of a holy cross.

In such a desperate situation, Stitch still mocked, and said, "For the sake of faith? ”

This time, Andrei did not refute, because after cutting off the head, he directly pierced Stitch's heart with his backhand!

"Ha-ha-ha!"

The laughter of the joy of victory echoed through the castle of Beluk, but after this brief moment of joy was an indescribable emptiness.

Picking up Stitch's lifeless head, he looked directly into the ruby eyes with his own gaze: "That's it? Well, this is the strongest night clan that the Templars have poured their time and power into for six thousand years? It's a joke! Meaningless and boring! Just because of this kind of thing, you want to protect your faith? Sure enough, after all, it's just a violent group not far from the hypocrites of the Papal Palace!"

As he spoke, André kicked Stitch's head away like garbage.

At the same time, he suddenly found that Wooger, who was supposed to be lying on the ground, did not know when he had fled, leaving only a puddle of blood and a dozen sterling silver javelins.

"Oh, can you still move? It seems that I underestimated that 'newborn'. ”

As he spoke, Andrei raised his javelin and chased after him unhurriedly.

......

Although he barely pulled out the javelin that had pierced his body, the remaining light divine power still made him weak, and he could only barely move forward by holding on to the wall.

However, he had not gone far when a spherical object flew at high speed and fell at his feet.

And when he saw it clearly, fear soaked every pore of his body like a plague in an instant—the head of the invincible, the head of the immortal Stick!

For a moment, Wooger seemed to have been drained of his strength, and fell to his knees weakly.

He reached out, as if to grab Stitch's head, as if that was the only way to ease his fears. Although, knowing that this kind of behavior has no practical significance, the inheritance from the spiritual imprint makes Wooder instinctively treat Stitch as a "father" deep in his heart.

However, alas, at an almost instant, a howling wind blew, and in a burst of golden light, Stitch's head was pierced by a sterling silver javelin and nailed to the wall!

"Where do you want to go, little one?"

Woolger looked back, and the sound of despair could be heard in the dark hallway of the night.

"You have nowhere to run. ”

"When the sun rises, the night will end. ”

"When the golden flame of light burns, you monsters parasitic under the night sky should obediently roll back to hell!"

In the darkness, golden flames lit up, reflecting the sterling silver javelins.

And whether it is a flame or a javelin, they all follow the will of their masters, in front of the tall figure, in front of the Holy Flame Cross Crest, turn into the strongest weapon that can eliminate the night!

"Amen!"

At the end of the chant, Andre's tall figure was already like a shining sun, enveloping Wooger's entire body in golden light.

At this moment, Wooger seems to have returned to the original time in Maple Leaf Town, and there is only one thought in his heart besides fear - escape! must escape! If he does not escape, he will die!

Pushed by such thoughts, he mustered up the last of his courage and reached out to the window, trying to climb out of the window.

However, the moment he first touched the window, the golden flame suddenly rose up, directly forcing him back.

And Wu Ge's courage that he had finally risen collapsed in an instant.

"This ...... What is this thing!"

Wu Ge wailed in despair, and Andre, who had already caught up, said playfully: "The Holy Flame Prison Cage, a forbidden magic circle specially used to imprison you little monsters. It's impossible to escape with your strength, so be prepared to die, little one. ”

"Going to die! Going to die! Absolutely going to die!"

Woolger fell to the ground like crazy, repeating the words over and over again, panicking in despair and waiting for death to come.

"Is this the time for you to show that emotion?

The familiar words, the familiar tone, and even the way of conversation that echoes in my head all seem so familiar. But......

Woolger turned around with the courage and strength he didn't know where he could get, only to see Stick's nailed head to the wall turn into a stream of blood and fall to the ground.

What's even more incredible is that the blood does not spread aimlessly, but converges into words in a matter of moments.

"Go over the light, and the light cannot bind me. ”

"Through the darkness, the darkness kneels and prays to me. ”

"Blood carries the soul, and the soul is my currency. ”

"I used this currency to trade with the gods and buy the right to eternal life. ”

"I used this currency to trade with the devil and buy the right to immortality. ”

"Life and death, in the moment when my lips moistened, no longer have meaning. ”

"Drink my blood, complete the last ritual, no longer as a servant, but my kindred, follow your own will and keep fighting, follow your own will and drink blood, and become the king who has no life, but dominates life and plays with life!"

"Drink my blood, imp...... No, Vogue, Discarlo, Payne, get that name, drink my blood!"

I don't know whether to say that it was weird or magical, the scene made Wooger stunned, and even his eyes, which were originally red from activating power, returned to their original sea blue.

"It's over, little one. ”

Suddenly, Andre had already walked behind Wooger, and at the moment when Vuger turned back in surprise, the crossed golden blades had been pressed down his neck.

"Dang!"

The sound of metal clashing echoed, and a blonde youth appeared at some point, blocking Andrei's sterling silver javelin with the Holy Cross sword in his hand.

"This little virgin belongs to our Templar Order, what do you want to do to him? ”

And the blonde youth's words seemed to have magical powers, and actually made Andre withdraw the javelin.

"Master of the Templar Order, Chief Paladin Hagrid St. Brooke, it is an honor for me to be here in person with you as a being of the same rank as the Pope. ”

André said this, but Hagrid didn't feel the other man give in. Because in the dictionary of fanatics, there is never yield, or only "faith". Moreover, compare him with the Pope, and not with the presiding judge of the Inquisition...... This is Hagrid in André's eyes.

"Bishop Andrew, you are seriously violating the scope of your authority, and the matter of exterminating the Night Clan has already been handed over to us. Please leave immediately, as there is a high risk of conflict between the Templars and the Inquisition. ”

Hagrid said this, as if trying to make sense, but the two Templars beside him used their bodies as guards to block André's attack.

And the result is ...... Once again, it turns out that there is no reason to be with fanatical believers!

"Leave, you're letting me go?"

As if he had heard a clumsy joke, Andre twitched the corners of his mouth twice without smiling, and slowly raised the sterling silver javelin in his hand.

"I! We! The only earthly spokesperson of the Goddess of Light's "severe", the earthly executor of divine punishment, the Inquisition, the Saints' Society! Are you underestimating!"

"We will never succumb to your humble faith!"

"We only serve the goddess of light!"

Roaring angrily, Andrei directly raised the javelin in his hand and rushed forward.

The two Templars who were guarding immediately raised their weapons to meet them, but before they could react, the golden blades had already split them in two!

Andrei, who had eliminated the guards in an instant, did not stop, but continued to rush towards Hagrid under the burning of golden flames.

"Dang!"

In the midst of the fire, Hagrid finally blocked the indestructible scenery at the last moment.

"This kind of speed and power is definitely not something that humans can have...... It's alchemy!"

Hagrid could tell the mystery at a glance.

André smiled nonchalantly: "What's the matter? Are you afraid? I can only say that you are too weak to be worth mentioning." I'm really curious about the meaning of your Templars' claim of '6,000 years', and you may not know that I've cut off the head and pierced the heart of the 'strongest NightClan' that you are proud of. ”

However, Andrei's imaginary panic and fear did not appear on Hagrid's face, and even on the contrary, Hagrid ?????? Laughed!

"Cutting off the head, piercing the heart?"

Hagrid's confident and mocking words stunned Andrew.

At this moment, a giant sword as wide as a door panel suddenly straddled between his neck.

"Let go of Master Hagrid!

Wooder's hands were still trembling with fear, but his tone seemed to have some charm from Stitch - no doubt!

"Huh!

Andre couldn't help but laugh, but he didn't know if it was because the ants threatened to knock down the elephant with one punch, or because he was called "monster" by "monster".

Hagrid, on the other hand, said indifferently: "Bishop Andrei, you have no chance of winning, for your own ...... It's better to stop it as soon as possible. ”

"Huh?" Andre laughed even more heartily: "What a funny guy, what stupid things are you talking about? You're done, I'll ...... it myself."

"Then hurry up and do it!" Hagrid suddenly interrupted André, saying an incredible possibility, "Otherwise, the monster that was 'killed' would have been resurrected." ”

"What?"

Andrey did not believe it, but what happened next ??????

"Squeak, squeak!"

The chirping of bats sounded from the window, and André looked up to see the moonlight in the sky glowing with a terrifying blood-colored color, and thousands of bats gathered in the air and rushed to the castle of Beluk!

"Whew!"

In the few times the bats came into contact with the castle, the golden flames burned wildly, and in just a few moments, they burned all over the castle, and from a distance, it was as if a huge bonfire had been lit on the ground, reflecting the sky and burning the earth!

"Meaningless ......"

Before he finished speaking, Andrei's face changed abruptly!

His mental power was depleted dramatically!

"Ordinary bats can't have such an effect, isn't it ......?"

It was only then that Andrei began to gaze at the bats again, and then he found that all of them were emitting an undetectable blood light, and the sky as far as the eye could see was dyed red when they gathered outside the window!

It turned out that the moon was still silver, but it was dyed red...... Such a light, such an amount...... Not thousands? Millions!

"Bishop Andrei, you seem to understand. ”

Hagrid unabashedly smug a smug smile: "Cut off your head, pierce your heart, don't compare that third- or fourth-rate goods to our Templar Night Paladins! Just like you are the trump card that the Inquisition has done with all your might, that guy is the strongest night clan and the immortal king that our Templars have spent six thousand years of hard work to create, the immortal king-Stik!"

Finally, Andre could no longer support the consumption of spiritual power, and the entire castle instantly dimmed, and countless bats emitting blood light rushed into the castle, enveloping every corner of the castle.

"Hum ......"

A low smile echoed, and in the center of the bats, Stick, who had lost his helmet and had lost his helmet, walked leisurely in the air, like a king looking down on the land, unstoppable!

Beheaded, heart pierced, and now intact?

No!

It should be said that it is better than before!

The previous Stitch gave Andre the desire to fight, and the current Stitch made Andre involuntarily raise the sterling silver javelin in his hand and rush forward.

If you don't do it first, there is no chance of victory at all!

This was André's inner thoughts, but what he didn't expect was that when he rushed forward desperately and slashed at Stitch with the golden blade in his javelin, Stitch suddenly stopped and stood there motionless.

"Shhh

The arm was severed, and the golden flames were still burning.

However, it could not spread as before, because the overwhelming blood bats confidently surged up, blocking the flame with their own bodies.

What's even more unbelievable to André is that Stitch's severed arm was instantly restored to its original state surrounded by bats!

Looking at Andre with an incredible expression on his face, Hagrid said proudly, "As you can see, then what are you going to do?"

"I see......"

Andrei said: "Then with the current equipment, it is impossible to kill to death. ”

After speaking, Andre took out a copy of the "Song of Light" from his robe and opened it, and the paper emitting golden flames instantly poured out, forming a golden wind around Andre.

"We'll meet later, Templars...... Next time I'm going to send you all to hell. ”

The golden flames flashed, and the wind swept away, and Andrei's voice disappeared without a trace.

"Hmph, is it the effect of reversing the confinement circle to form an instantaneous teleportation? It doesn't seem to be hopelessly stupid. ”

Stitch was unhappy with his prey escaping, while Wooder behaved much more normally.

"Finally...... Are you saved?"

As he spoke, Wooger fell to the ground weakly.

"It's all right, Stickyck. ”

Hagrid said, looking at the other man.

Stitch laughed, "It's funny, the last time I was cut off was six thousand years ago...... That is Bishop Andrew, maybe he will be an interesting playmate. ”

Hagrid, on the other hand, was already numb to Stitch's recklessness, and just said to himself: "The Knights of Judgment were abolished for violating the rules, will this time the killing of our Templar Order also be abolished?"

However, before anyone else could speak, he continued: "Even if it were abolished, there would be other names that would be of little practical significance, and this is not the time for the Knights Templar to go toe-to-toe with the Inquisition. In this series of Night Clan events, there seems to be a force manipulating. ”

But Sticker said nonchalantly: "In that case, wouldn't it be nice to find them and kill them all?"

Hagrid smiled and said, "When the time comes, I will naturally do it." ”

Stitch also smiled: "I'm looking forward to that moment...... I'm looking forward to that!"

The conversation between the two made Wooder creepy, but after ending the conversation with Hagrid, Sticker went straight to Wooder and said dissatisfiedly, "Little ghost, why didn't you drink my blood?" ”

Wooder was afraid to speak by the condescending gaze, and it was not until Sticker repeated it that he lowered his head and muttered, "I always feel that if I drink it...... It's like you're going to lose something......"

"Useless guys. ”

As he spoke, Stik turned away without looking back.

And Wooder could see from the previous scene that Stitch seemed to have high expectations for him, and he couldn't help but feel guilty.

"But...... Perhaps, it would be better to walk in the sun or in the darkness, but to walk leisurely in the twilight......"

Seeing this, Hagrid couldn't help but laugh and said, "Is there anything special about this kid, or that you, who have never had a lineage, would make him your descendant?"

Stitch stopped, as if to say to himself, "Why? on a whim, with a purpose, or just a simple desire to do it? No, no. Maybe you've lived together for too long, and you've unconsciously been contaminated with more and more complex emotions. Hey, little ghost, what are you procrastinating? Not keeping up?", said Stijk, stepping forward again.

At this time, Wu Ge reacted and hurriedly responded: "Yes!

Immediately, he got up and chased after him.

However, after only two steps of pursuit, he folded back and picked up Stitch's helmet before following again.

At the same time, he couldn't help but speak: "Teacher, actually...... You can call me by my name, Vogue Payne. ”

"Long-winded!" said Stitch impatiently, "You half-night clan deserve to be called a little ghost." ”

"Huh?" Wooger's face was full of grievances.

Looking at the two figures, Hagrid smiled, "Is this a victory?"

......

"Ladies and gentlemen, what is the line between victory and defeat?"

"Will you survive to the end in your life-and-death battle?"

"Is it a step to the throne in a chaotic political maelstrom?"

"No! neither!"

"As long as the end goal is achieved, it doesn't matter what you gain or lose in the process. ”

"So, we're on our way to victory! And a big win!"

In the darkness, the voice echoed.

And in response to him was a tsunami of cheers.

"Hooray!"

"Hooray!"

"Long live the Acting Speaker!"

"Long live the Acting Speaker!"