Large expanses of ice sculptures, lying horizontally and vertically in small caves, there are minotaurs, evil eyes, but more cavemen and kobolds.

Click, click, click.

Under Ronald's mind, the ice sculpture began to burst into cracks. And the frightened and frightened faces in the ice sculpture also snapped under the action of the gradually expanding cracks, shattering into pieces of ice crystals with red blood lines.

After freezing the guys in his way into ice mounds, Ronald flapped his back wings and finally flew out of the cave.

At this moment, Cain's pale face appeared in his line of sight. Glancing at Cain, who was hurrying to Cain, Ronald thought about it and flew in the direction where Cain was.

"It doesn't seem to have worked. ”

Hearing the good-natured taunt, Ronald looked behind him expressionlessly: "Don't make a move." ”

Cain looked at the paladin who was rushing behind Ronald, and there was a look of disgust on his pale face: "That guy, something is very ......"

"Where are you going?" Ronald coldly interrupted Cain's words, "I have a lot more to ask you." ”

Cain was not verbose, and a trace of blood came out of his body, and the blood finally condensed into a hair-thin strand. Those bloodshot were enchanting in mid-air, and they quickly conjured a teleportation circle: "Come with me, Lemuel is there too." ”

Ronald landed on his toes, and his back wings disappeared.

In this way, Ronald, who looked like a phantom benevolent, disappeared under Anthony's nose. Finding that it was too late to catch up, Anthony's eyelids closed slightly, and his brown-red eyes instantly became dull.

By the time he looked up again, he had returned to his calm and silent appearance, and he frowned and put away the Blade of Judgment. Under the effect of the sealing spell, the blade of the Judgment Blade glowed with a soft glow.

As the glimmer dissipated, the weapon, which symbolized the Seraph, became like an ordinary broadsword, with no edge.

Morriel's sarcastic tone suddenly reached his mental consciousness.

"I thought you'd fight with all your might, paladin of the god of light, but I didn't expect you, like those two damn guys, to hide and refuse to fight with all your might. ”

Anthony didn't heed Morriel's taunts. He wiped his chapped lips and walked silently in the direction of Falken.

"You guys, after you pull me to the Brave Alliance, you don't plan to care?"

"Didn't you set up a teleportation circle there? Or, if I give you a suggestion, go to the Twin Cities and talk to our cardinals. ”

"You winged birdmen, black and white, proud. ”

God teaches us to forgive sinners for their sins, for sinners will die without a place to bury. His sword will drink blood and get drunk, and His sword will save and redeem. After drinking the blood of sinners, the sinful soul can be reborn and redeemed. ”

Morriel choked half to death and immediately severed the spiritual connection.

At this time, Ronald had already come to the Duchy of Rolania through the teleportation circle conjured up by Cain.

As he walked out of the teleportation circle, Ronald scanned the circle around the corridor and found that in addition to the beautiful wall lamps that emitted a soft glow, there were also many oil paintings hanging on them. Judging from the lifelike brushstrokes on the portraits, he could tell that these should be the so-called masterpieces of art, and naturally, they should also be from an aristocratic family.

"Whose family?"

"A hereditary lord's mansion. Cain didn't look back, but replied softly.

Ronald suddenly threw out, "Do you know Asmodeus?"

Cain, who led the way, paused, and after a moment of silence, he gave an answer: "You mean, that guy from the Chaos Ouroboros, right? That plague shell should be hiding at the foot of the mountain somewhere, digging dung......"

Hearing that the Ouroboros were not with Adra, Ronald let down his guard. At the same time, through the messages in Cain's words, he finally remembered Asmodeus's true body, a demon who loved to spread plague and locusts, and the spiny beetle whose surname was extremely tyrannical.

"Who else but him, the Chaos Ouroboros?"

"Who knows? ”

Hearing that indifferent tone, Ronald, who understood Cain's surname, asked no more.

"Let's go. ”

In the quiet corridor, the sound of low footsteps sounded again.

Three or five minutes later, they came to a luxurious villa. Even though it's still winter, the villa is still full of flowers and plants. At the fountain, a beautiful woman carved from white stone is holding a water bottle and smiling to greet visitors who are walking out of the corridor. But Ronald found it so quiet that there wasn't a single servant or guard, which was a bit weird.

Cain stopped in the garden.

"Would you like to meet Lemuel?"

Ronald narrowed his eyes, he didn't feel Lemuel's breath: "He's here?"

"Busy researching spells. Cain pouted to the side: "I haven't seen it for a thousand years, and there have been many new and interesting spells in Erathia, and Adela has been enjoying it since he gave that guy a few spell books. ”

After seeing the newly developed magic, Ronald was also interested in studying it, but he didn't want to study it with Lemuel. After a moment of silence, he spoke, "Why did you bring me here?"

"Witness the coming of the Lord of the Dawn. ”

Ronald's eyelids narrowed even tighter, almost becoming a slit. In his aqua blue eyes, there was a flash of brilliance: "I see." ”

"You don't seem to be very willing. ”

"I'm a loner. Ronald sneered, the corners of his mouth swept up: "God can't come directly into the world, are you ready for a body? or an artifact?"

"With Adela in our hands, let's wait and see what happens. A cold wind blew, and Cain tugged at the blown hood so that his pale face could be hidden: "I don't want to be your enemy in any way. ”

"My current strength is not qualified to fight against you. ”

"But I can't kill you. Cain smiled helplessly: "Your true eye...... But even the Lord of Hosts and the King of All Beings are amazed by it. ”

Ronald shrugged and was noncommittal.

Cain didn't speak, he led Ronald into the living room, and turned to the secret room in the study.

Glowing with the soft magic chandelier, Ronald saw another familiar face. Sky blue cool short hair, sky blue pupils, very young, a little like a childish teenager appearance.

Ronald frowned, "It's you, Gerald. ”

Gerald threw away the apple in his hand with a cynical look: "Hey, Samael the Lone Wanderer, I haven't seen you for a thousand years." He jumped on his legs and sat down on his buttocks: "Finally willing to come to Lord Lucifer?"

"Perhaps. Ronald was noncommittal, and he turned back to Cain and asked, "When will the Advent take place?"

"Just these days. ”

"I said Cain, is it okay for you to tell such important information to outsiders?" Gerrard glared, a look of rage.

As he spoke, Gerald jumped down again and punched Ronald.

After seeing Ronald's stumbling appearance, he grinned and smirked, revealing a row of white gums: "Hahaha, how did you become so weak? ”

Ronald twisted his shoulder blades, moved his shoulder, which was a little painful, and responded with a cold face: "That's right, I'm weaker." ”

"Yo yo. ”

Gerald pouted, his face incredulous. But just as he wanted to sneer, he was stopped by Cain.

"It's important to get down to business. ”

Gerald spread his hands and walked out of the study to himself, "Okay, let's call Lemuel and go find the damn witch together." ”

Ronald silently followed.

After arriving in a hidden basement with a sealing circle, he finally saw Lemuel, who was somewhat similar to himself, with black hair and blue eyes.

In his line of sight, Lemuel was reading with his legs crossed, holding a book with gusto.

On the desk next to Lemuel, there was also a bright crystal ball, in which a lady in a white dress was curled up helplessly in the crystal ball, with a miserable white face that was in pain.

"I'm bored again and I'm starting to play with my soul?" Gerald waved his hand.

"I can't be glad to see you, Samael. After seeing that Ronald was also among them, the corners of Lemuel's mouth rose, and he was full of a playful smile: "Oh, you should be called Lord Ronald, no, no, no, knight of Ronald, guardian of the pearl of Valken?"

Sadly, your guardian Falken has surrendered to Jehovah's faith. Lemuel pointed to the soul in the crystal ball: "And thanks to you, an innocent and holy noble woman has also been used by the soul envoy you despise to become a pawn to welcome Lucifer's arrival." ”

Ronald just tilted his head and looked at the woman with red and swollen eyes and a sad face: "She is ......"

"No, no. Lemuel waved his hand again and again, and met Ronald's gaze with great interest: "Remember Dragon?"

"Who is he, the demon who is working with you?"

"Ha, I'm so sorry for that bad old man. Lemuel spread his hands and deliberately exaggerated his tone: "He is the marshal of the coalition who was defeated and fled by you and the red dragon." But you, Samael, you don't even remember his name......"

Seeing Ronald silent in place, Lemuel raised his eyebrows: "Well, this also saves the Adela woman a lot of effort." Speaking of which, I really have to thank you. He pointed to Cain, who was standing in the shadows: "It took only a drop of this guy's blood and this woman's soul for the absolute loyalty of that bad old man." ”

Ronald glanced back and asked in a low voice, "Transformed into a vampire?"

Sensing Cain's affirmative gaze, he couldn't help but frown slightly. As a blood angel, Cain possessed the ability to quickly transform ordinary humans into vampires. And the vampires transformed by him are just like ingesting energy droplets, they can immediately step into the threshold of the strong level, and there is no danger.

"Hahaha. Lemuel was very satisfied with Ronald's expression at the moment, and he stood up with a smile: "Let's go, Adela side, it should be ready." Let's witness this great moment together. ”

After only a few steps, he suddenly turned his head and looked directly at Ronald behind him: "Lone wanderer, you want to live an ordinary life, but I'm afraid you can't do what you want." ”

Ronald raised his eyebrows and sneered: "By you?"

Lemuel turned his head quickly, shrugged his shoulders, and spread his hands casually.

"Who knows what the future holds?"

Lemuel's gaze shifted to the oil painting diagonally upward.

On the portrait, a majestic, dressed nobleman with gray sideburns and a face full of traces of weathered carvings is holding the hilt of his sword and looking down with an oppressive gaze. It was as if if someone was not convinced, he would draw his sword and mercilessly kill him.

"Scuffle, re-enactment. ”

After whispering, Lemuel narrowed his eyes and the corners of his mouth swept up. (To be continued.) )