The flames seemed to burn endlessly, and the cold moonlight shone on the steel sword in the black-haired boy's hand, drawing strange arcs and dancing back and forth across the earth. The silver-white sword flashed in a flash, and the three ghouls didn't even have time to scream, and there was an extra line of blood on their torsos.

In the darkness of the night, Edward seemed to be a dancer, and the burning village was his stage, screaming, wailing, roaring, the cracking of blades and spears, the tearing of muscles and armor...... It's all notes for him, a grand symphony!

The ghouls became the dancers, screaming, flesh and twisted struggles to set him in the best possible way, so that the unassuming black-haired boy could show off his dancing to his heart's content.

And the only audience for this grand performance, Wizard Aiden, completely lost his old enjoyment, and for the first time showed a panicked look in his gloomy and crazy eyes.

He was almost standing there, watching Edward slaughter the ghouls he had raised! It wasn't a battle at all, like an animal, slaughtered by him head after head.

Even this group of monsters who have no ability to think have actually begun to have a sense of fear, and they dare not step forward lightly. It's unbelievable - the ghouls, known as the demons of hell, know to be "afraid"?!

The wizard slowly stretched out his hands and pressed them to his cheeks, only to find that his face seemed to be completely stiff, and it seemed that even his own hands were ...... Constant trembling?

A near-death despair began to slowly wrap around Aiden's heart. The wizard who has been enjoying the slaughter of life and torturing the flesh found for the first time that he was so afraid of death and pain.

With a twist of the sword, the silver blade drew a circle in front of him, thrust the last ghoul that was wailing and trying to escape into the ground, and then cut off its head—all in an instant, as if it were flowing water. With a languid expression, Edward slung his sword to his shoulder and walked leisurely towards the panicked wizard.

"No, no, no, no...... It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be like this!" Frightened, he fell backwards, but tripped over the stones under his feet. Wizard Aiden, whose teeth trembled and his eyes were full of fear, even forgot about resisting and escaping, and he looked weak and at the mercy of others, completely losing his original demeanor.

"Spare me, spare me, beg you, I'll tell you everything......! That's right!" The wizard who was kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy suddenly had a bright eye, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, and looked up at Edward in front of him with a flattering expression: "Don't you want to know whose idea this qiē is? Don't you want to know who told you to send you to death? I can sue you!"

"This qiē, this qiē is a conspiracy, a big conspiracy! Naturally, it is also related to your Knights of the Sacred Tree. In the voice of temptation, Aiden regained his confidence - of course he understood the value of information, and the eyes and the black-haired boy looked at each other: "In the Kingdom of Turin, someone is trying to destroy you--you are a powerful man, this qiē is all he made me do, all of it!"

"Think of it, child, this information will be useful to you - the Grand Master of the Knights of the Sacred Tree will favor you for revealing such a secret, and you will be made a knight and inherit the mantle of your master, and even ...... Maybe he'll see what you're capable of and entrust him with the task. ”

There was even a hint of a mocking smile on Aiden's face, and he knew how attractive these things were to a squire who came from a poor background but had seen aristocratic life: "Think about it, these golden prospects...... It only takes a little mercy, as your gods teach, mercy to the enemy?"

"You are right—pray for blood relatives, enemies, and friends to receive the glory of the Radiant Cross, as a priest told me. Edward's face showed a look of deep approval, but he seemed to hesitate, "But I hate another situation more. ”

"What's the situation?"

"Surprise!"

With his sword raised, Edward stepped on Wizard Aiden's shoulder, and the whining sound from his back and shoulder blades made his whole body stiffen as if he had been electrocuted, and a hysterical scream erupted from his throat!

"Uhhh!!!h

The delicate flesh was torn apart like butter, and the blade of the steel sword smashed the neck bone and cut the throat, and the screams came to an abrupt end, and the painfully twisted cheeks and skull flew out with the blood, and fell into the dirty puddle not far away, with the eyes mixed with the colors of shock and fear.

Putting the steel sword back on his back, Edward no longer looked at the strange face - the most deceptive thing was not the so-called lie, but the distorted truth, because it was true.

This guy may really have something, and it may even be conclusive evidence, but will the result really be as he said? As a powerless attendant, holding important evidence in his hands that can determine the life and death of a certain big man with his hands and eyes, I am afraid that death without a place to bury is his end.

Not to mention, as long as this guy is alive, the biggest threat is - the dead will not tell other people's secrets, only when he is dead, no one will know how much he has mastered, and only when he is dead, he is truly invincible.

Wiping the mud from his hands, Edward groped around the wizard - in any case, killing this guy himself would have required some conclusive evidence. After looking for a long time, I finally confirmed two things.

The first is a sterling silver ring inlaid with sapphires, polished into the shape of a coin, with the shape of a tree engraved on the obverse, which is supposed to be the relic of the knight to whom his body once swore allegiance, and also the identity of the knights of the sacred tree.

As for the other, it was a wizard's necklace, with a triangle made of gold and some runes engraved on the back. This thing should serve as proof of the wizard's identity, and maybe it will be useful.

As for what remained, there seemed to be some letters and parchment scrolls he had with him, and Edward burned them all to his corpse in a fire, saying goodbye to the world forever.

............ "Kill them all, kill them all!" The waves of blood still did not stop, and the Turin soldiers with sharp blades in the burning village were still frantically colliding with the Dominic warriors in front of them, sharp spears clashing together, and the chilling cold light collided, blooming with the same bright fire.

"Rush out, go help Edward, go help him!" Webber was still shouting loudly to the red-eyed Turin soldiers around him, his hoarse voice sounding so weak, but extremely insistent: "Rush out, you can't stop here!"

"Yes, we can't stop here!" Sergeant William looked at the growing fire around him, and knew that if he continued to stay, he would only end up in the same fate. Raising his hand and interrupting the half-cut spear, his loud voice called to the brothers around him: "Forward, for the glorious cross, long live Turin!"

"Long live Turin for the Glorious Cross!" the few remaining Turin soldiers pounced on the Dominic warriors who had finally resisted desperately, with the flames of anger in their arms, tearing the thin formation to shreds like crumpled rags.

It was as if his throat was on fire, and his numb legs had no strength at all, but Webber still followed closely behind the soldiers, and continued to rush forward—that man, that guy was still fighting alone!

"Radiant Cross, I beg you, please don't give him a chance to be born again...... Don't take it back so quickly!" The little priest continued to pray, biting his lower lip tightly: "Please, please......"

"Bang!" the soldier in front suddenly stopped, and Webber, who hadn't noticed for a while, hit him headfirst on the back. Somehow, he separated the motionless crowd and squeezed to the front. The little priest, who was still anxious, was stunned in place.

The corpses of the tattered, fragmented monsters were scattered all over the ground like broken toys, and I don't know how many there were, but just in the field of vision, I'm afraid anyone would think that there were dozens, right?

The brunette boy just stood there, his hands on his back and his back to them. At his feet was a charred corpse with a head, a head that everyone recognized.

Stumbling one step at a time, Webber staggered over. The black-haired boy turned his head with a smile as if he heard the voice, and with a slightly tired look in the corners of his eyes, he tilted his head sideways as if he was tired.

"Pray for him. Edward pointed to the hideous head on the ground, and his voice was easy-going, "This is your mission—to pray for blood relatives, friends, and enemies, and for the Cross of Light to shine on us, isn't it?"

Webber nodded solemnly, took out the silver glorious cross pendant hanging from his neck, closed his eyes and knelt in front of the charred corpse with great reverence, one hand pressed on the head, and his mouth chanted with words.

All the surviving Turin soldiers also knelt on one knee with solemn expressions, closed their eyes and said nothing.

It's their customs, their religion and their beliefs, the imprint of belonging to this world, which is completely different from the other world, and completely different from who they once were.

With a long sigh, the black-haired boy's face showed an extremely affectionate smile, and then he knelt on one knee like everyone else, closed his eyes in silence, but still couldn't help but whisper to himself.

From today onwards, there is only one Edward Wetwood in this world!