The figure was tall, even taller than Inquisitor Vanna, the figure was thin, as if a piece of dry flesh was wrapped under his long dark trench coat, and he carried a large umbrella in the closed room, the lower surface of which obscured the face of the uninvited guest—but with a single glance, the old priest could see the distorted shadow of the blasphemy in the other's body.

"The dregs of the Black Sun?" The old man looked at the figure in astonishment, and then roared angrily, "How dare you step into this sacred library! ”

In the next second, a loud bang broke the silence in the archives, and the old priest had already pulled out the large-caliber revolver on his waist, and was surrounded by the blessed bullet with fire and roar, but perhaps the old man's limbs were too sluggish, and the figure had already moved before the gun rang out - two phantoms suddenly jumped out of the hem of his clothes, the first phantom directly blocked the bullet in the air, and the other phantom instantly crossed a distance of ten meters and slapped on the old priest's shoulder.

There was a screeching sound of metal grinding, and the old priest's body flew directly sideways, hitting a nearby bookshelf, the huge bookshelf shook violently, and countless books and files fell.

The strange black shadow with the umbrella stepped forward in the direction of the old priest's landing, and a low, chaotic murmur came from within him, which sounded like filthy flesh churning in a boiling pot.

However, in the next second, there was a sudden roar from the collapsed pile of books, and then the figure of the old priest jumped out of it—he had a sharp steel sword in his hand, and this steel sword made a sharp slashing sound, and quickly slashed at the invading figure.

The intruder stopped suddenly, the black umbrella tilted slightly to block the sharp blow, a series of sparks burst out between the steel sword and the umbrella bone, and then the old priest turned over and landed, the long sword turned in a circular arc without pause, and slashed at the intruder's side from the other direction!

The long sword swirled, the gold and iron resonated, the old man's mechanical limbs let out a low hoarse roar, and the storm sword technique that had been honed for decades exerted its power again after many years of silence, and the continuous whirling and circular slashes were like continuous waves splashing towards the blasphemous enemy, and between the arcs drawn by the long sword, it was faintly visible that layers of illusory waves were constantly taking shape - these illusory waves became more and more realistic, more and more weighty, and finally gradually showed the impact and power like real waves!

The power of the Storm Goddess was filled with continuous arc slashes, and the heavy pressure of the waves poured into the specially forged steel swords, each slashing with a salty sea breeze, making the surrounding air and ground tremble slightly.

The black umbrella in the intruder's hand was unusually hard, and it did not waver in more than ten slashes, but the figure itself kept retreating, and gradually retreated to the edge of the nearby bookshelf in the continuous impact of the waves, and a slightly irritated low roar and murmur came from its body, full of demagogic power.

But the old priest had already closed off all unnecessary perceptions, completely ignoring the noise made by the intruder - he knew that his attack must not stop, what the Storm Sword Technique needed was this continuous pressure, like the waves that could not be stopped halfway, and these "residues" split from the Sun Heirs had a power that could not be underestimated, once the suppression on his side was interrupted, the other party would be out of this grapple in the next second.

At the same time, the old priest's heart was full of wonders—how did this blasphemous scum infiltrate this archive? This church full of the power of the goddess, countless mechanism protection, more than a dozen layers of bright posts and secret posts from the inside to the outside, even if the sun heir body comes, it will be blocked, how can it not find the invasion of a "residue"?

Don't...... Isn't this a church that entered through the normal structure of space-time?

At this moment, a sharp sound of breaking the air suddenly sounded, and the muscles of the old priest's body tensed instantly, and this experienced warrior reacted immediately, and the long sword in his hand did not stop, but slightly adjusted an angle, ready to meet the sneak attack of the invaders.

Sharp pain came from under the ribs.

The continuous light of the sword stopped, and the old priest looked in amazement at the tentacle that pierced his body, and watched as the blood gradually fell from the edge of his ragged clothes, the brass prosthetics emitted hot heat, and the heavily worn and corroded gears creaked to a halt with the last of their noises.

It took another second for the old priest to realize what had happened - he was old.

He and these gears in him are old.

With a disgusting sound, the ugly tentacles shrank back into the intruder's clothes, and the inhuman creature slowly approached the old man who was supporting his body with a long sword, barely struggling to fall, and lowered the black umbrella in his hand, revealing a "head" that was constantly expanding and shrinking, like a blooming flesh and flower, and a hoarse voice came from its "stamen".

That's the barely recognizable lingua franca:

"Go and tell your god that this ugly era is over, and the sun will rise from history......"

"History ......" The old priest's body trembled, he had not yet fallen, but he could no longer raise his sword, suddenly, he reacted, "You have polluted history?!" ”

The intruder seemed to smile, even though it was only a blooming flower of flesh and blood, and there seemed to be a hint of a smile in its trembling "petals" and misaligned teeth: "On the day the fire was lit, everyone's wishes were granted. ”

The old priest slowly lowered his head, his vitality quickly fading from his aging body, and he seemed to have finally given up his struggle in the human world, and began to wait calmly for the final moment to come.

The intruder seemed bored by the outcome, and it re-held its umbrella and prepared to leave.

However, in the next second, the roar of metal friction suddenly sounded, and the sound of gear rotation and oil pump pressurization was heard again from the mechanical prosthetic, which had been completely stopped, and the intruder turned his head in shock, only to see a sword light rushing in.

"Please witness!"

The old priest let out a roar of rage, and the steel sword slashed at the intruder's body without hesitation, this time without the obstruction of the black umbrella, without the interference of the tentacles, and the blade of all its strength almost tore through the body of the enemy like tearing through a rag.

The intruder was stunned by a sword, and two pieces of his body fell to the ground.

However, in the next second, the two severed bodies suddenly made a disgusting sound of flesh and blood wriggling, and countless tiny flesh bud tentacles spread out from their interiors, beginning to move closer to each other and reunite.

Little by little, the intruder reinvented itself, a low roar of exasperation emanating from within it.

The old priest had already lowered the tip of his sword, and his body slowly fell to the ground, his cloudy eyes watching the intruder get back to his feet little by little, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

He knew that his last strength would not be able to kill this monster, even if it was the dregs, which was the dregs of the Sun Heir, far from being a dying and aging guardian who could compete with a steel sword, but at least, he proved his loyalty to the goddess on his deathbed.

The storm has been witnessed, and it's time to end.

The intruder stood up again, and in his rage, tentacles filled with polluting power spread out of his body, and the edges of the tentacles were full of sharp teeth.

And in the sight of the old priest, he saw a fire burning behind the intruder, a fire burning in the archives, and the whole church burning in the fire.

The icon of the goddess collapsed in the distance.

A Purand who had been completely burned by the flames was emerging in his vision, and a branch of history in which the sun fragments had descended and the defenders of Purand had been wiped out.

The old man's consciousness sank in this polluted branch of history, but suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something else.

A cluster of faint green flames was spreading faintly in the raging fire, along the gap between light and shadow, along the phantom in the rising flames, the faint green flames split everywhere, flowing everywhere.

Behind a nearby collapsed bookshelf, a cluster of dark green flames seemed to suddenly "smell" something, and suddenly swooped towards the intruder as it found its prey, like a hound that had found its prey.

The old priest watched all this in confusion, his consciousness already floating between reality and illusion, he could barely tell whether he was seeing reality or hallucination, he saw that the intruder was suddenly enveloped in green flames, his body containing the power of the Sun Heir was melting like wax, and he heard the dying screams echo throughout the archives, filled with incredible madness and horror.

Then, everything fell silent.

The fire faded, and the tainted history temporarily returned to the depths of the veil, and the archive, between two branches of history, fell into a dead silence, no one visited or visited.

Only an old man with a sword and a dead man lying quietly on the ground, looking into the distance with half-open and half-closed eyes, one eye reflecting the safely surviving Prand, and the other eye reflecting the historical branch of the sun's extinction.

And he no longer belonged to any of them – he neither died nor survived the fire.

Chilling blood flowed from under the old priest's body, as if controlled by a strong will, and the blood flowed silently on the ground, condensing into a series of footprints, slowly extending to the Administrator's console not far away......

(End of chapter)