The armor was slender and narrow, with many gorgeous etched ripples on it, decorated with delicate reliefs and various plant and flower patterns, and looked more like ceremonial armor than actual combat.

In the midst of the armor, there seemed to be a tall knight with a blurred face, who knelt with his sword in his hand, and shrouded Anne in the phantom of her body.

"Bang-"

The sudden cracking sound resounded throughout the prayer hall, and a shutter on the west side of the hall shattered, followed by a sharp sound of breaking wind and a very dull metal crash, like a cannonball striking a thick armor.

I saw that the phantom around Anne's body shook violently and became a little darker.

"Sniper?!"

Martin reacted in an instant, someone was attacking from a distance outside the church! He hurriedly crouched down and hid behind a stone pillar.

The scene in front of him brought him a huge shock, a sense of absurdity.

Since he came to this era, all he has seen has been simple and direct cold weapons, at most short guns similar to revolvers, and he has almost forgotten the existence of long spears.

"So Thomas keeps his hands on Anne? He didn't even bother with the believers and the statues of the Light...... Why? Why did he save this girl three times and twice? Is it simply because she is the daughter of the consul? ”

Martin figured it out, if it weren't for the knightly phantom released by Bishop Thomas, then this "cannonball" would have hit Anne directly, and it was no surprise that it would have taken the girl's life.

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, a puff of black smoke spread from where the armor phantom had been hit, and quickly enveloped the phantom and Anne within.

The black mist spread rapidly, gradually forming the appearance of a flower.

Martin's pupils are constricted.

He had seen this flower, in the canyon of dreams, directly above the castle.

The black mist takes shape, the branches of the flowers stretch out, and the thorns pierce out...... It was exactly the same thing he had seen in his dreams.

It reminded him of the second story he had told the Queen, the source of the plague and the symbol of calamity.

Flower of the Black Death.

The black flower-shaped mist quickly enveloped the knight's phantom and Anne, and it was about to envelop them, its edges boiling and tumbling, and no one knew what was going on inside.

"Bang bang bang-"

At the same time as the black mist eroded the knight's phantom, the sound of the shutters shattering continued to sound, and a special bullet with a pale yellow halo swooped down, hitting the knight's phantom fiercely, and the knight's figure gradually became rickety, getting darker and darker.

These bullets also forced Thomas, who wanted to come forward to check on Anne's condition, and it was hard to imagine what weapon the gunman was holding, and it was aimed at both Thomas and the knight's phantom.

Suddenly, a ghostly crimson glow erupted in the black mist, and then immediately dimmed.

In a trance, there seemed to be a red phantom of a deep well that broke free from the shackles of the black fog and briefly penetrated, but it also quickly disappeared into the black fog again.

"What's that..."

Martin saw the shadow of the deep well for a moment, and he believed that many of the shepherds around him had seen it, and he also observed that Hines frowned not far away.

"Lupin V!"

Thomas shouted in the direction of the black mist as he dodged the bullets that had been fired, and the bishop's face was devoid of the warm smile he had once had.

No one answered him, the black mist was still rolling silently, and the flowers bloomed with an eerie black-red.

"Answer me! Lupin! If you still want to be truly liberated! ”

Thomas's voice became a little eager, "Lupin" seemed to be the name of the Phantom Knight, and Thomas just said in a loud voice that "immunity" should be related to this knight.

The black fog was raging, and still no one answered.

Thomas's face sank, his pupils dilated again, and the whites of his eyes filled his sockets.

"Law Five: Rhythm."

A majestic and powerful male voice echoed through the prayer hall.

Somewhat strangely, this time the voice was not as clear as the previous Law 4 and Law 2, but was a little hoarse and muddy, like the reverberation of an old gramophone with difficulty.

"Everything... Rises and falls. ”

"It's like a pendulum swinging and falling, and the tide moving forward and retreating."

"Filthy black fog... In the Temple...... will dissipate early. ”

These words appeared like truth and law, and then the black fog was really as these words of law as these words of law quickly decayed and no longer spread, and the scene in it was revealed again.

In the process, Martin found that there was something strange about the change in the black fog.

It's not dissipating, it's pouring into the center, and that's why it's collapsing and shrinking so quickly.

It wasn't until the black fog had largely decayed that Martin realized that it was Anne in the black fog who was absorbing the mist and incorporating it all into his body.

The shadow that had been guarding Anne's side became more and more dim, and it was about to retreat into nothingness.

"My guardianship is coming to an end."

A tired man's voice rang out from the shadows.

"Thomas, I hope you keep your promise and return me to the flames."

"The fire never stops, may the knights at the round table have mercy on the world, and on me."

The sound fell, and the phantom began to shake like a candle in a hurricane, then became more dim, and finally dissipated into nothingness.

The phantom dissipated, and the figure of Anne in it was finally fully revealed, but her state became very strange.

In Martin's view, there was only a little red mist left on her body, and it was about to disappear completely, while the black mist on her body was extremely active, almost enveloping the girl completely.

Martin sensed that some terrible change was taking place in the girl.

She kept her head down, her long golden hair was scattered, her feet were off the ground, and her original new and luxurious clothes had become a little old, and she looked very strange.

"Ahh

Beside Anne, the Templars who had been waiting for her suddenly let out a cry of pain, and one by one fell to the ground.

On their bodies, those knightly holy armors with holy light etching quickly oxidized and blackened, and lost their original luster in an instant.

After falling to the ground, the skin of these originally tall and mighty knights began to rot, and the knights of the church, who were the most strong-willed, let out heart-rending roars at this moment, as if they were suffering unimaginable pain.

The smell of decay spread rapidly, and soon, several of the shepherds who were close to them also fell in agony, their skin and lips shriveled at a rapid pace, and patches of black poisonous sores were born.

Martin saw that the black mist on Anne's body spread like the breath of death, and everyone who came into contact with this black mist began to fall, rot and sore.

"It's Annie..."

Without much thought, Martin quickly stepped forward and pulled away a few of the shepherds he knew well, allowing them to escape the black mist.

But the black fog is spreading faster and faster, and at its speed, soon the entire prayer hall will be completely enveloped by it...

It was then that Martin felt a throbbing that made him very uneasy.

He looked towards the source of the throbbing, which was directly in front of him.

That was the direction of the statue of the Holy Light.

There's nothing there, and Stanley and the Order token don't know where to go.

But the area above the statue was now very dark.

It's dim, it's getting darker.

Obviously, the sunlight outside the window is pouring in, but the light there seems to be gradually withdrawn, or it has been captured by some being, falling into an unknown black hole, and can no longer break free.

The next moment, the light disappeared completely, and the top of the statue turned into pure black.

Then, half a huge arm appeared there out of nowhere.

It was two feet tall, like the shoulders of a giant.

Martin could not accurately describe what he saw, as if the arm was there, only obscured by the sunlight, and it was not revealed until the sunlight was gone.

The half arm was bloody and ugly, it seemed to have been pulled out of the body alive, and the blood vessels, muscles, and fascia on it were torn, and black pus and blood were constantly spilled.

The arm is covered in a piece of torn armor, and the intricate etching inscriptions on it reveal the high status and immortal honor it represents.

And where the armor was broken, many disgusting tumors grew on the surface of the skin of the arms, and they were breathing and shaking as if they were alive at the moment, as if they were absorbing the life force of the arm.

What surprised Martin the most was the part that extended under the armor, the part that was supposed to be a hand, turned out to be a series of thick and slippery tentacles.

The tentacles were covered in suckers, covered in cloudy slime, and writhing restlessly.

"What kind of monster is this......"

The image made Martin feel a sense of physical discomfort, he had faced many crashes, but not once, when the opening and closing suction cups on the tentacles and the slight twisting of the ends made him instinctively want to stay away.

But the tentacles didn't give him such a chance, and as soon as they appeared, they swept in the direction of Martin.

Seeing this, Martin hurriedly retreated, but the tentacles followed his steps as if they were staring at him, almost touching his legs.

These tentacles are large but very flexible, and they can always twist and wound from an angle that is almost impossible to dodge.

In the process, Martin noticed that the faithful, shepherds, and Templars who were touched by the tentacles as they stretched out were covered in slippery slime, and the slime quickly wrapped around their bodies, like human chrysalis falling into a snake pit.

"Is your king an octopus?!"

Martin narrowly dodged the sweeping tentacles, and he learned from Hines that these tentacles were the king's right hand, and the voice in his heart began to curse wildly.

Perhaps because of distraction, seeing that a tentacle was about to wrap around Martin's calf, and the situation was critical, Martin had to use the ability of [Chef Saliva] to deal with the tentacle with the corrosive ability obtained in exchange for the loss of body fluids.

At this moment, with the sound of breaking the sky, a gust of wind whistled past Martin's ears, and a cloud of rose-red smoke exploded with a "bang" at the end of the tentacle, and the phantom of a rose appeared in the place where the explosion opened.

The tentacle shattered before Martin's eyes without warning.

Watching the smoke with the shadow of the rose gradually dissipate, Martin realized that it was a bullet!

"That sniper is helping me?!"

"This bullet is different from the ones just now!"

Before he had time to think about it, Martin continued to jump and dodge the tentacles that swept in after him, and then he discovered something.

The target of those tentacles does not seem to be themselves.

More and more tentacles stopped being entangled after they gradually moved away from Anne's location, and instead swept straight towards Anne, whose long hair was scattered and unresponsive, with a clear goal.

"Am I just getting in their way......"

Martin couldn't help but be skeptical.

At this time, several thick tentacles had already rushed in front of Anne.

Just as they were about to envelop Anne, there was another dull thud, and this time Martin could see that a cannonball with much greater momentum than the previous bullet had struck the tentacles, exploding a blood-red rose phantom.

In an instant, the ends of these tentacles were all broken, the flesh and blood disintegrated, and the tentacles quickly retracted as if they were in pain.

Then, more cannonballs rained down, each one hitting one or more tentacles, and the rose phantom came and went, like a rose salute lit for celebration.

......

At the same time, on the west side of Capernaum's Cathedral, on the roof of a building not far from the church, a young man with a long-barreled smoothbore gun in his hand smiled excitedly.

If Martin was here, he would be very surprised, because this man was none other than the old knight Henry Good, who had been successfully reincarnated in the burial mission before.

Or call him Boaz.

The middle-aged man, who had been heavy and depressed a few days ago, had now become a handsome young man, much younger than he had been with the old glasses.

I don't know what this knight has been through these days.

Boaz's right eye peered through the scope into the prayer hall and saw the tentacles tumbling and twitching in pain under the blow of the [Rose Salute], the corners of his mouth pulling widen.

He said in an extremely frantic tone:

"Got you!"