"Scarlet Knights!" Deno had mounted his horse, wielding his spear and harvesting the heads of his enemies around the convoy.

"Everywhere you go, there is not a single grass!" is just a team of six knights, but it gives people the feeling of thousands of troops rushing in.

"This is the church—the boy in the back of the carriage, don't cower there, sit in front of the carriage and talk. Just as Foxy watched the blades of the flickering cold light on the periphery of the team reap the lives wantonly, a faint voice of a man came from his ears. The voice gave people a feeling of a dullness that penetrated deep into the soul, and at once it soothed Furcy's restless and nervous heart.

"Why! A first-order imp is not afraid of such a battle, but he will actually be afraid of me?" The man's voice came again, and there seemed to be a kind of demonic nature in this voice, which made people involuntarily settle down, and dispelled the strangeness and fear.

Furcy took a deep breath, moved slightly, and walked to the front of the carriage against the edge of the carriage. Directly in front of the carriage, the place where the magic circle fell was still a cloud of smoke and dust, and nothing came from inside, whether it was light or any sound, it seemed to disappear inside. In the seat of the coachman, there was a man in black armor, the man's helmet was taken off and put aside, revealing a well-defined face, he looked surprisingly young, and his black hair was tied into a bunch and hung down casually on the back of his head, which looked very casual. His eyes were flat, and neither the killing nor the danger in front of him seemed to be able to arouse his inner mood swings. And he had an ordinary pipe in his mouth, and from time to time white smoke came out of his nostrils, which slowly dissipated with the air he breathed. Furcy couldn't imagine seeing such a person, he thought that the people wrapped in such heavy armor were ruthless butchers, especially the commander of the strongest legions from the Empire, but the truth was sometimes so unexpected.

"Feel free to sit down. The man patted the empty seat next to him, picked up the pipe in his mouth, and tapped it on his helmet.

Without hesitation, Foxy jumped to the other end of the coachman's position, and his instincts, which he had repeated many times today, told him that this was a man with a story, and a man who would not pose danger to him.

"It's rare to come across such a deadly imp as you, and it seems that you are certainly not a sneaker, nor are you a member of the official Inquisition, so you must have been brought by that William. The man put his pipe back on his mouth, took a puff of satisfaction, and then calmed the slightly restless horse in front of him, as if he were really the most insignificant groom in the whole affair.

"My name is Furcy Rosberg, and William is my uncle. Foxy leaned lightly on the carriage, and the battle around him seemed to be far away, leaving him and the man talking.

"Once again, introduce yourself, Thoros Schwein, one of the commanders of the Dire Guard. "The man is like an ordinary citizen, without any shelf from the superior or the military. His tone was calm, as if he and Furcy were old friends who knew each other, without any coercion or artificiality.

"Hello, Soros Commander......" Elsey was about to continue, but was interrupted by a finger raised by Soros.

"I want you to call me Soros, the kind without any title. Soros smoked a cigarette regularly, and from time to time he looked at the smoke and dust in front of him.

"Why don't you go into battle, Thoros?" Furcy saw Thoros' weapon, a spear carved with an ancient dragon pattern, quietly leaning against the side of the carriage.

"I'm not afraid to fight, even if the enemy is strong, all I need is a reason to fight. I'm just a messenger sent by the Empire to escort the Blood Cup, and since both the Empire and the Church are secretly at odds, there's no reason for me to join the fight. Soros said it casually, but it is an irrefutable fact. As a member of the Empire, he could indeed not join this battle, and his strength should not be as good as William's, so there was every reason to sit here and watch this endless slaughter.

"But Your Majesty must have given you the task, how can you get Oisisno's body in the end without making a move. Furcy voiced his guess, and then carefully watched the change in Soros's expression.

"I actually let you guess my mission, I can't tell that you are still a very good guy. Your Majesty has his tasks, I have my arrangements, and naturally I can't listen to Your Majesty when I go out. Soros's face didn't change much, but he subconsciously touched his chin, and actually admitted that Felsey's guess was correct.

"Your own arrangement?is that why His Majesty has sent you?" Furcy suddenly had a feeling that he had been connected to the experience of two lives, and his mind suddenly became quickened, and many things that he could not think of gradually began to become clear.

"You have the potential to be the first seat of the Inquisition, and if most of the Church could see as clearly as you do, the continent would have been the continent of the Church long ago. Your Majesty sent me just to give me a chance to be promoted, the current leader of the Dire Guard is old, and His Majesty wants a young legion. Soros didn't hide anything at all, as long as he could successfully complete the mission and go back, he would be able to sit on the throne that many soldiers could not sit on in their lifetime - to become the commander of a war-level legion.

Just as Furcy wanted to continue chatting with the man next to him, there was finally movement in the cloud of smoke in front of them. In the smoke that had already dispersed for the most part, the magic circle was still emitting a milky white shimmer, and a huge pit appeared in the center of the circle, but inside the pit was not the knocked down Oisisno, but the Oisisno whose whole body was covered in flowing blood armor. The judgment from the angel just now didn't hurt him at all, but he still paid the corresponding price, and the projection of the blood moon in the sky had begun to become a little illusory compared to before.

"Is that all you can do in the Inquisition? Oisisno sneered, and the figure suddenly disappeared in place.

"That's all for our conversation, and now it's time for me to make a move. Let me tell you one more thing, in fact, I will be involved, and the Inquisition already knows about it. Living in this world, you will either become a pawn in the hands of the Inquisition, or you will be so powerful that the Inquisition can no longer control you. Soros slowly picked up the spear beside him, put away the pipe he held in the corner of his mouth, and jumped out of the carriage.

"Spell, Blood-Dissolving Blade. Soros's breath suddenly became extremely cold, it was not a cold temperature, but a chill that could pierce the soul attached to the murderous aura. At this moment, Soros has completely become a different person, truly like a cold-blooded butcher who has harvested countless lives on the battlefield.

"Do you really think you can defeat us with the power of the Blood Moon Tide?" William's voice suddenly sounded somewhere in the eight pillars of light, followed by a black shadow churning in the air and landing steadily on the ground.

"Naturally, I rely on more than just the power of the Blood Moon Tide. I'm not worried even if there's another Demon Hunter, because I'm not the only one you're dealing with. Oisisno was not ashamed when he failed to strike, but stood there confidently and watched Soros join the battle.

"I've heard that William is known as the 'Night Stalker' in Byzantium, and I wonder if you'll be able to keep up with your luck tonight as usual. Just when everything seemed to be at an impasse, an old voice came from a dark alley. Immediately afterwards, an old man in a blood-red bishop's robe walked in front of everyone with a cane, he looked old, as if he was about to fall apart, but when William saw him, William's calm face finally became solemn.

"One of the three Blood-Clad Bishops of Lucifer in the Blood Moon - Alfred Goering. I didn't expect that this time the Blood Moon Lucifer would attach so much importance to the actions of our Inquisition, and even you came. "Lucifer of the Blood Moon is the most covert heretical organization on the continent and the number one enemy of the Church. The organization is so hidden in the darkness that even the Inquisition has not been able to find their main stronghold. And this old man named Alfred Goering is the most secretive high-level in the Blood Moon Lucifer, but the occurrence of many clueless heresy events on the continent seems to be inextricably linked with him.

"If Urgart of Loran Garros doesn't come, you'd better say your final goodbyes to the world now, and I won't give you time to say your last words when I make a move. The old man smiled, and even Furcy, who was sitting in the distance, felt as if a gust of wind from the depths of the River Styx was blowing through his body. As the most mysterious high-level of Lucifer in the Blood Moon, this old man named Alfred Goering left a record of strength in the Inquisition three years ago, when he was already a novice in the strength of the Apocalypse. By now, this old man must have reached a higher height, even if all of them present together could not face a single Apocalypse powerhouse, this is the gap between one rank.

"If you're still waiting for the gray-robed Night's Watch from your Inquisition, I advise you to give up. Their target wasn't me, and even if they wanted to, they wouldn't be able to get out. The old man looked at William's still calm face and couldn't help but shake his head. This time, only a few people know about his appearance, the purpose of which is to deal a blow to the inflated ambitions of the Church, to seize the "Drink of Blood", to wipe out the Inquisition in the city of Constantine, and to kill a few young knights of the Scarlet Knights, he can imagine how angry his old rival Shylock will be when he learns the news.

"Sure enough, the Grey Night's Watch has arrived, and it seems that there is something more important in the Inquisition's plans. "The Grey Night's Watch are a special team in the Inquisition. They have no rank, they are directly under the orders of the first inquisition of the major dioceses, no one can hinder their movements, and the power of the inquisition in almost all the cities under the dioceses must ensure that they complete their tasks. Only when you become a special officer of the Chamber of the Holy Inquisition can you get some information from the Vatican's Confidential Archives and learn about this mysterious procession. The conditions for becoming a grey night watchman are also very demanding, you must have a lot of strength, and you also need to master at least one spell, after joining the night watch, you will no longer have a mundane name in this world, some are just code names to be called.

"Alright, I don't have much time, so let's end it all right here. As soon as the old man finished saying this, a fallen angel with black wings appeared above his head, and a disgusting dark energy suddenly filled the audience.

"I'm afraid it's not over so soon, I'm still as disgusting as ever after not seeing you, old man Goering. Just when things seemed to have no turning point, the voice of another old man suddenly sounded in everyone's ears, and then everyone's eyes only saw a black feather floating down from the sky above their heads.

"This voice ......," the old man also had an expression of disbelief on his face after hearing this voice and seeing the falling feathers, and he could not imagine how the owner of this voice could suddenly appear here.

"Don't you recognize my voice? You're old. The black feather vanished before it could hit the ground, replaced by a man shrouded in black wizard's robes. He stood between William and Oissisnow, his face invisible to the black wizard's robes, and he did not make any movements, as if waiting for the old man named Goering to come to his senses.

"Galileo Apophis, why are you here?!" the old man's fallen angel above his head disappeared in the blink of an eye, his expression becoming strange, suspicious, surprised, and slightly afraid.

"Your question doesn't make any sense, and since I'm here at this moment, it means that all your ideas have been frustrated, and you have to worry about your personal safety. The black-robed old man slowly took off the hood on his head, it was the old man who repeatedly appeared in the city of Constantine.

"Galileo Apophis, it would be him. A look of surprise finally appeared on William's face, "One of the legendary mages of the 'Wizard Camp', who is currently the vice president of the Deep Springs Academy, usually lives in seclusion, and now he will actually appear in front of us. ”

"He is a veteran Apocalypse powerhouse, and it is said that his strength is on par with the vice president of the inquisition. De Nor reined in his horse and let him stop beside Furcy, who may not know how strong the old man was, but the inquisition knew how powerful the old man was, and in the internal information circulated by the inquisition, the label given to the old man was "try to dodge". Deno thought of all the possibilities, but he still didn't expect that it would be this old man who would make the last move. The appearance of this old man is the biggest unknown tonight.

"It seems that you have forgotten what you said when you left the 'wizard camp', no wonder the rats of Lucifer of the Blood Moon are so proficient in the study of the magic circle, it turns out that you are helping. The black-robed old man smiled at Goering in front of him, as a member of the 'wizard's camp', he was already full of anger at what the person in front of him had done.

(The last shift before going home, I feel like I've been a little wet lately, and I'll adjust my state after I go home)