In the barren wilderness, the light of the morning sun gradually rose. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You've lost, Count. ”

"You have nothing left. ”

"Faith, territory, people, love...... None of them belong to you. ”

The figure, the figure as dazzling as the sun, said this.

"I ...... Lost, left with nothing?"

"The flowers will wither, the grass will wither, but I will be eternal?????? The eternal me, the immortal me, actually ...... Lost?"

Hopeless and pathetic.

"Eternal? Nothing in this world is eternal except faith, not even the gods who are the source of faith......"

As he spoke, the glorious figure raised the sword of the Holy Cross burning with golden flames in his hand and pierced through the opponent's chest.

Cold, sticky blood gushed out, but it didn't splatter on his body.

Because he was so dazzling, like the sun slowly rising in the sky.

"You lose, your 'eternity' is over. It's as if there is no nightmare in this world that you can't wake up from, and there is no endless night, it's over...... It's over. ”

Finally, the dazzling light became more and more dazzling, and the viscous blood flew into the air with a head.

"Nightmares?"

When Sticky woke up, he felt something run down his eyes.

He stretched out his palm and stroked it, and the scarlet blood came into view.

"Stupid nightmares, ridiculous. ”

......

St. Wald, the Templar station.

Within this tall and majestic castle there is a room.

Over the years, countless orders have been born that have influenced the entire continent of Igura.

I don't know when this room was dubbed the "Glorious Council" by the world, and it has been passed down to this day.

Now, as the head of the Knights Templar and the master of the Templars, Hagrid presided over the meeting.

"From the night clan that we have wiped out so far, we have found such a thing. ”

As he spoke, he lifted something like a crystal from the silver platter in his hand.

"It's ...... Magic Shard?"

The Earl of Ecente of the County of Ecente said with some uncertainty.

Hagrid nodded: "It is worthy of the Earldom of Ecent, which is famous for its magic crystal export, this is indeed a magic crystal." ”

"And more specifically, this communication crystal. These communication crystals came from the NightClan who had been wiped out by the Knights Templar. That is, someone is watching everything from behind. ”

"So, what about the meeting now, I don't want to be bitten to death by the NightClan rushing in the middle of the meeting!"

It was evident that Count Ryan seemed to be very unhappy with Hagrid's previous behavior in his domain.

"Of course it's cut off, you stupid pig!"

Very unkind words, but it was Count Quint who spoke.

"Now, Hagrid, put away your tricks, I want to know how things turn out, what do those Night Clans want to do, do they want to start a war again?"

Earl Gentry said impatiently, in fact, since the last incident in Maple Town, Count Gentry has been very wary of this Night Clan that should have disappeared in the long river of history.

And as the strongest person among all the lords present, he did not express dissatisfaction with Count Günt's behavior.

Even, including the insulted Earl of Lane.

Hagrid nodded at the Earl of Kent and went straight to the point, "We've found something very interesting. Originally, ghouls were transformed from non-virgin virgins after the Night Clan sucked blood, but this time, some babies and children also became ghouls. Moreover, whether it is Maple Leaf Town or Belluk Castle, when the vampires are eliminated, these ghouls who should have been ashes are still in action. ”

As he said this, Heco paused for a moment and said what he was most worried about: "And most importantly, in this series of attacks, there is not a single Night Clan, only a huge number of ghouls. ”

"So, what does that mean?"

Count Quint, though a political giant, was as ignorant as a baby in this respect, so he continued to ask questions with a little dissatisfaction.

"The guy who is manipulating everything behind the scenes is an existence that is familiar with the existence of the NightClan, at least to the extent that we of the Knights Templar, are familiar with the nature and abilities of the NightClan......"

Hagrid's words were only half said, but almost everyone present, except for the "stupid pig", began to shudder.

......

"Mr. Colt!"

Wu Ge cried out angrily, "This ...... What the hell is in my room?"

Colt said with a natural face: "Of course it's a coffin." ”

"I mean, why is this stuff in my room, and what about the bed in its original location, and what about that big bed that can sit ten people side by side?

Wooger spoke incoherently and danced to show that the bed was really big and comfortable.

"Ah, it was Master Hagrid's order. He said, 'There's never going to be a little virgin like Woogg using a bed this big, and isn't the NightClan supposed to sleep in a coffin?' So, I was asked to send someone to dispose of the bed. ”

Colt said nonchalantly.

"Mr. Colt!"

Wooger's face was full of grievances, as if he was about to cry.

At this time, Colt continued: "Actually, Lord Stitch is also in favor of this. ”

"Huh?"

Wooger was stunned.

Unlike Hagrid, a wicked bastard drunkard, Sticker doesn't do things that don't make sense.

Sure enough, Colt explained what it really meant.

"Master Stitch says that you have refused to suck the blood of the NightClan since you became a Night Clan, and that you will grow weaker and weaker if you continue to do so. At the very least, let you sleep in a coffin containing the soil of your homeland to delay this weakening. ”

"But ......"

Woog still seems to be a little reluctant, or inwardly, he still thinks of himself as a human rather than a NightClan.

"Little ghost, the moment you turn your back to the sun, even if you don't want to step into the night, but dusk is always short, and one day, even if you look back, you can only see the endless night. ”

As always, Sticky stepped straight out of the shadows within the walls.

Hearing this, Wooger fell silent.

Colt took out a sterling silver gift box engraved with the Holy Cross, handed it to Stitch and said, "Lord Stitch, Lord Hagrid just needs me to send you a small gift." ”

"Oh?"

Looking at the sterling silver gift box in Colt's hand, Stitch was actually a little surprised.

Colt confirmed his suspicions: "But then again, Lord Stitch, they are just two keys that you deposited with the Knights Templar six thousand years ago, and now they are returned to their original owners. ”

"Oh, Hagrid, Saint Brooke, what an interesting human, he's the first Templar Master to dare to do so in six thousand years. ”

As he spoke, Stitch picked up the sterling silver gift box and put it away.

Colt couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw this: "What? Don't you use them?"

Stitch chuckled: "If you get the trump card of victory, of course, you can't open it until the opponent's chips are enough, otherwise isn't it boring?"

This slightly playful remark made Colt stand in awe: "Thank you, Lord Sticker, for keeping your promise. ”

Sticker just smiled noncommittally.

It's just that all this is inexplicable.

But then, Colt turned to Wooger and said, "Your Excellency Wooger, in fact, Captain Hagrid also has a 'small' gift for you. ”

As he spoke, Colt clapped his hands.

Immediately, eight Templars walked in carrying a heavy-looking chest.

"Bump!"

The sound of the box hitting the ground proves that it weighs much more than it seems!

Colt opened the box, revealing a pile of neatly stacked parts.

Then, in the midst of Wooger's puzzled face, Colt's old, but nimble hands flew up and down like dancers chasing the melody.

It didn't take long for a huge "long cylinder" to appear in front of Wooger.

"When!

Colt stretched out his armored hand and patted the "long barrel", emitting the echo of metal impact, and said: "The siege magic crystal cannon can use a variety of different elemental magic crystals as ammunition and produce a variety of different destructive effects. Whether it's a human or a NightClan, even the walls can be pierced with a single shot. ”

"This ...... That's an exaggeration, isn't it?"

Wooger couldn't help but exclaim.

...... "There's an idiot in the tavern who makes a bet with the bartender that he can urinate in a bottle of red wine while draining ten glasses of liquor in one go. ”

As a result, the bartender didn't believe it, and came out with a silver danton. ”

So, the idiot took the dick out of his crotch on the spot and began to drain the water. ”

"How do you guess it?"

"Except for the wine bottle, almost the entire tavern was soaked by him!"

So, even though he was urinated, the bartender was still happy to accept a silver danton. ”

"The idiot, however, was even happier because he bet on a gold danton with a friend outside the tavern and said he would pee in the bar and even on the bartender, but instead of being angry, the bartender would be happy!"

"Do you think he's smart?"

"No, like I said, he's an idiot! In fact, before he could get out of the tavern, he was chopped to the ground by the angry mercenaries in the tavern!

On the road to the Temple of Light, on the pilgrimage path known as the "Holy Way" by the believers, a short-haired young man in black leather armor chattered vulgar, dirty, and uninteresting jokes.

Walking side by side with him was a long-haired young man in a white robe, who said coldly: "You are very annoying. ”

"Hey, dude, are you going to start your never-ending preaching again? That's why I hate working with you the most. ”

The short-haired young man also said dissatisfiedly.

"This mission is a good opportunity to prove that we will not be allowed to fail. ”

The long-haired young man said seriously and earnestly.

When the short-haired young man heard this, he immediately exaggerated: "Failure? For me, this matter couldn't be simpler!"

While the two were talking, they had already walked in front of the Templar Order's residence.

"Please stop, this is a no-entry list. ”

The two Templars in charge of guarding the door blocked their way, not very kindly reminding them.

Seeing this, the long-haired young man bowed very politely and said, "I'm sorry, we are believers who have come on a pilgrimage, but we are just lost." ”

The short-haired young man on the side also pointed to the castle of the Knights Templar and said, "Isn't this magnificent castle open to the public?"

"Sorry, this is a military restricted area, not open to the public, please leave as soon as possible. ”

The Templars politely refused.

"Understood. ”

"Understood. ”

The two said this and turned to leave.

However, not long after the two left, a strange black mist quickly spread out from nowhere, and then a roar came from the depths of the black mist.

"Beware of ......"

Before the Templar could finish speaking, a roar of countless wind-breaking sounds descended from the sky!

Both Templars subconsciously looked up, and what they saw was...... Bow and arrow!

Dense, hundreds, thousands, overwhelming bows and arrows!

"You look tired, why don't you take a shower?"

With the reappearance of the short-haired youth, a rain of arrows fell.

In the blink of an eye, the two Templars formed into humanoid sieves, spurting blood from countless blood holes throughout their bodies and falling to the ground.

"Ah, it's a bunch of idiots, but it's quite useful as long as you educate well. ”

The short-haired young man said with emotion as he played with the dead Templar corpse.

It was only at this time that the long-haired young man slowly walked out of the black mist.

It's just that he wasn't alone when he appeared, and he was followed by more than a dozen large carriages.

However, it was not the horses that pulled the carts, but the ...... Monster?

Human limbs, human heads, but that needs to be multiplied by the number of limbs and heads of normal human beings more than ten times, plus the huge height that is definitely beyond the normal range, and the rotting body, it has nothing to do with human beings!

And when the carriage stopped, thousands of well-equipped warriors got out of the carriage slightly clumsily and lined up in battle without saying a word.

It's just that one guy seems to have gone a little clumsy and went over the top and actually fell on the flat ground wearing armor.

Seeing this, the short-haired young man immediately dropped the corpse of the Templar who was playing with it, pulled out the two daggers at his waist, cut off the head of the warrior without hesitation, stepped on it and kept flipping it under his feet, and said: "Sure enough, an idiot is an idiot!

As if he was venting his dissatisfaction, he kicked the head away!

"Stop playing!

The long-haired young man shouted dissatisfiedly and blamed the short-haired youth.

The short-haired young man replied impatiently, "Yes!

After saying that, he directly raised the dagger in his hand and shouted excitedly: "Then now, the Slaughter Templar Legion will enter the Templar garrison under the leadership of the wise and martial Legion Commander Luke Caledin......! Just thinking about it makes me feel good!"

"Dirty fools, let's go our separate ways. ”

The long-haired young man said dissatisfied, and then went in another direction alone.

The thousands of warriors followed the short-haired youth straight to the castle where the Knights Templar were stationed...... Including the warrior who had just been decapitated......