The torrential rains do not seem to be decreasing, but are becoming more intense.

Ji Yan looked out the window and looked at the figure in the distance and fell into deep thought.

He naturally received the message from the black-robed priest, he thought that someone would follow, but he didn't expect it to be an unpredictable powerhouse.

Since he has this strength, how did Big Brother Theo escape from him.

Ji Yan tried his best to resist his desire to complain, and he also knew that he wanted to track down the person behind it.

When he gave Theo the necklace, he thought about this possibility.

And the priest mentions the Lord of Twilight at the beginning, so is it someone affiliated with the Order of Twilight?

Ji Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing what to do in his heart.

But he even called me an apostle?

Ji Yan has relevant understanding and research on the gods, and he also knows about the believers under his command.

If I am not mistaken, an apostle is generally a believer who has received God's approval and then borrowed His power.

Ji Yan thought of his twilight fire, and his heart immediately knew it.

I'm afraid that's why the black-robed priest called himself so.

The Twilight Fire was originally one of the powers of the Lord of Twilight, but now that he uses it, it will naturally be mistaken for an apostle.

The black-robed priest was waiting outside, and when he saw him like that, he was afraid that he would not give up until he found himself.

It just so happened that Ji Yan didn't want to be sought by the followers of the Lord of Dusk, so he planned to go out to meet the black-robed priest and take the initiative into his own hands.

Although there will be some risks, it is not a big problem.

Ji Yan looked at the figure of the black-robed priest again, and the violent rainstorm slapped on his clothes, as if trying to knock him down.

But the priest's body remained motionless and rock-solid.

Retracting his gaze, Ji Yan walked to the wardrobe, and then pulled out a black robe from under a pile of clothes.

The robe was a few years old, and it seemed to be torn in some places.

But this did not spoil its image, but brought a sense of precipitation of time to the black robe.

Ji Yan wiped the dust off it, and then draped it over his body.

The huge black hood covered half of his face, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, and he suddenly felt mysterious and unpredictable.

He looked in the mirror, and the person in the mirror exuded an indescribable temperament.

The damage on his black robe makes him look like a seeker who has experienced the vicissitudes of life and spanned thousands of years.

Looking at the uncovered chin, Ji Yan found a white faceless mask again.

The mask is unusually simple, devoid of any embellishment, not even a place to look at the eyes.

But this will not affect the use, Ji Yan brought it on, and a layer of white yarn was suddenly covered in front of him, which was no different from his usual perspective.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he pondered, and the aura on his body began to slowly decrease until it was faintly audible.

After moving a little, after making sure that it would not affect his movements, Ji Yan stepped out of the house.

The drowsy weather, the seemingly never-ending torrential rain, and the deserted streets.

The rushing water on the road had spread to the ankles.

But the black-robed priest was unaware of it, but stood respectfully, waiting for the apostle's arrival.

In a short time, a figure slowly walked out of the endless rain curtain, and its raindrops quietly evaporated before they could get close to the robe.

The priest seemed to sense an inexplicable meaning, and the breath of dusk came to his face, and then the black tail of his coat appeared in sight.

He bowed his head slightly, and the black shadow in front of him seemed to have nothing special except for the breath of dusk, like a dull mortal.

But the priest did not dare to underestimate the apostle.

How can one be a so-called fool who can gain God's approval and borrow a trace of His might.

It must be hiding his strength.

"Lord Apostle."

The priest said solemnly to the dark shadow in front of him, but with obvious joy in his tone.

"O believer of my lord."

The voice without the slightest emotion passed through the noisy rain curtain and reached the priest's ears clearly.

"To answer my question, what are you doing here?"

After hearing this, the black-robed priest had a contemplative look on his face, and he was thinking about how to speak so as not to arouse the malice of the apostle.

In the past, only others spoke to him carefully, but now he spoke carefully to the apostles.

But instead of a sense of humiliation, the priest gave birth to an honor.

As an apostle of the Lord, he was remarkably gracious in his willingness to talk to lowly believers.

"Dear Apostle, I have no ill will towards you."

"It's just that the actions of my and other believers in the imperial capital must not be known to anyone."

The priest said cautiously, the rain dripping down his face.

"Anyone ......"

"So that includes me?"

There was no fluctuation in the apostle's tone, but the priest seemed to be able to hear a hint of amusement in it, which made him a little uneasy.

"Calm your anger, Apostles, and if you will listen, I will tell you the truth."

Then he disregarded the occasion and told the whole story.

Ji Yan listened silently in the rain, he borrowed the cloak of an apostle, and his words and deeds could make this strong man sincerely frightened in front of him.

Even if his strength is far inferior to this priest.

After the priest explained the plan, Ji Yan was silent.

Gather the Dusk Order in the Imperial Capital, rescue the Holy Son, and then sacrifice the city to the Great Lord of Dusk.

I really have to sigh at the madness of these cultists.

Even if there is a slight mistake in this, it will be wasted.

And an entire city is sacrificed......

Ji Yan looked at the priest in front of him again.

The priest must have been in his forties, but his face was full of furrows.

The eyeballs are bloodshot and the black around the eye frames is thick.

However, when he talked about his plan, he was in a very high state of mind, and at the end of the speech, his voice was even a little choked.

"Dear Apostle, I ask you to reach out and help us save the Son."

The priest took the opportunity to follow his request along with the plan.

This time, however, the Apostle remained silent, as if he was dissatisfied with his request.

The priest was apprehensive, so he looked up and said, "If the apostle is inconvenient to intervene, we believers can actually save the Son." ”

At this moment, he finally saw the appearance of the apostle.

He was dressed in a black robe and wore a white mask on his face, so he didn't know what his expression was.

This made the priest's mind more and more restless, and the feeling of panic crept up his spine.

As he stood still, the Apostle spoke again.

"Thank you for your answer."

"But I still have a question."

At this time, the apostle's head was slightly raised, and his gaze seemed to be directed at his heart.

"Do you think that sacrificing the Imperial Capital will please the Supreme Lord of Dusk?"