"Enemy attack!"

After hearing the knight's angry cry, the leader of the caravan did not panic as they expected, but immediately gathered everyone to form a very orderly formation.

The leader, who was as strong as a black bear, drew his sword, which was full of gaps but was still terrifying, and it was only then that the knight saw the pattern hidden under the leader's bloated cloak.

Octagonal cross.

The carriage in which the leader was riding, after he had left his driving position, contained a hidden badge with two Templars with shields and spears sitting on a horse, with red crosses painted on them.

"Templars?!"

The Knights, who should have been strangled under the king's orders in the morning, actually appeared in their territory, no wonder the Scarlet family had to send such a luxurious lineup to attack this "caravan".

"Interesting." The knight on guard did not rush to reprimand Remilia for her unauthorized actions, but because of her mess, the opponent's defense was obviously tilted towards the car.

"Is there anything there that this monster feels?" The knight narrowed his eyes, thoughtful, and in an instant, he immediately beckoned the others to attack the carriage together.

The Templars of that leader were truly extraordinary, and it should be said that the remnants of the King's strangulation order were already remarkable.

He bent down slightly, stealthily hiding himself from the attacking group, hiding among the knights, until he stabbed the strongest sword as he approached the leader.

Compared to the knight's dignified sword and sword, he acted like those thieves in the shadows, and the vicious sword pierced the Templar's shoulder, but that was only the case.

The Templars' counterattack actually cut off his weapon, and the knights couldn't help but retreat, and the huge body brought them an extremely powerful sense of oppression.

The Templar pulled out the half-severed sword from his shoulder with his bare hands, and the blood gushed like a pillar without paying attention, but looked at the guard knight with a calm gaze and said, "It's time to finish." ”

"Yes, it's time to finish." The guard knight casually threw away the other half of the severed sword in his hand, and in the next second, screams came from behind one after another.

The Templars turned back in anger to see that the convoy behind them was on the verge of total destruction, and that the girl who had done it all was staring at her with eyes as bright as blood.

The black robes that had been used to hide her identity were removed, revealing the harmless face and thin body of the animal, but it was the pair of blood-stained bats on the girl's back that terrified the Templars the most.

"Demons!!"

Shocked, the mighty Templar didn't even have time to make a move before Remilia's tender arm pierced the heart.

Bang.

The Templar's massive body fell straight to the ground, his expression slowly recovering from his anger, and his last hand holding the pendant of the cross on his chest, falling into an eternal sleep, a little relief on his lips.

Looking at the Templar, Remilia briefly lost her mind, but soon a bitter pain caused her to curl up on the ground with her chest clutched.

She was covered in strange spells, and the burning and suffocating sensations were so strong that she couldn't even scream.

And it was the knight who did all this.

He walked past Remilia with a grim smile, picked up the Templar's sword, and left a fluttering message: "This is punishment for your unauthorized actions." ”

With no right to plead and no possibility of bargaining, the knight unilaterally recognized Remilia's mistake and punished him.

As the pain in her body gradually subsided, the intensity of hatred in Remilia's red eyes deepened.

The damage to the knights was only a slight injury from two unlucky guys, which can be said to be minimal, and this is the strength of Remilia, and the role that inhuman things can play in such a small battle is unimaginable.

After a little confirmation of the damage, the knight of the guard led the group to the carriage guarded by the Templars, and lifted the black cloth covering it, which contained an incredibly delicate chest.

Rather than a dilapidated caravan that looked like a refugee, the chest should have been more like a work of art to be admired in the king's bedchamber.

The only blemish must be that small bloody handprint, which must have been left by the monster's touch, right?

The guard knight smiled sarcastically, although he didn't know what it was that the Templars were so carefully guarded for, it must have a special seal, and it was a fool's dream to touch such an inhuman thing at will.

Sighing, the guard knight suddenly felt a few special glances, he was slightly stunned, and immediately stopped the other people's thoughts of peeping into it with his eyes: "Leave a few people to deal with the traces here, and bring the rest of this box back with the carriage, you shouldn't have killed the horse without missing a hand, right?" ”

The last sentence was obviously questioning Remilia on the ground, but the horse was there so well that anyone could see it, and the knight's question seemed to be even more humiliating.

The battle took place so fast that the horses were caught by the knights before they could even escape.

Remilia bit her lip resentfully, but did not speak, she looked down at her palms as if they had been burned by a red piece of iron, the blood was terrible, and that was what had happened to the box she had just touched.

If it weren't for the fact that the box had a ban on it that she couldn't get close to, she would have sent all these damned knights to hell by this time.

She had a hunch that it must be something connected to her destiny, an incredible thread that had connected her to that thing before she was born.

Taken back to the castle by the knights as cargo, Remilia was once again imprisoned in the basement as punishment for acting without permission.

She was alone in a dark dungeon, with no one to talk to her or heed her cries, and she mechanically waited for her next chance to leave.

However, she had her own guesses about the box, and it was probably the Scarlett family preparing for the second ceremony.

Because of the previous ceremony, Scarlett has accumulated a wealth over the years in exchange for such an unpopular "failure", so it is inevitable to do it again.

She guessed correctly, Scarlet was really preparing for the second séance, only this time it was not only a demon sacrifice, but also a god sacrifice.

"My lord, what the hell is that......" The guard knight Zou frowned and looked at the box placed in the advent circle, and was a little puzzled for a while.

"Gungnir," said the old man, who was as old as dead wood, in a strange voice that was as sharp as a child's night cry, "the weapon of the Norse gods. ”

"Actually......" A trace of shock flashed in the eyes of the guard knight, and he wondered, "But why the Templars?" ”

"Faith can't drive people forward, only strength can, I'm afraid that in order to regain its former glory, I have long given up my god." The old man does not care what those who have been eliminated by history think.

The knight of the guard, however, remembered the Templar's expression when he died, and did not say anything to comment on the old man's statement.

The ceremony was soon ready, and the old man withdrew from the others, pointed to the box, and commanded the knight, "Take it out and set it on the altar." ”

"Yes." The knight stepped forward slowly, opened the box, and took out a spear that looked like it had been plated with a layer of rust, the smell of time was so pungent that he even wondered if it could be used as a weapon.

On the other side of the spear, the magic sword Levatin was lying quietly, and he felt that the demon sacrifice was more reliable than the weapon of the so-called god.

Two weapons were placed on the altar, and in the middle was a weeping baby girl, another chosen child of the Scarlett family.

The knight retreated behind the old man, listening to the old man chanting an ancient incantation, the wind slowly rose in the closed room, the magic sword seemed to be ignited, and the raging flames made the knight take several steps back.

Little by little, the power of the magic sword was integrated into the baby girl's body, but on the contrary, Gangnir did not react in the slightest.

The old man and the knight were all gloomy, the power of the demon alone was not enough, it was just to create another Remilia, and it was to avoid this that they deliberately used the weapons of the gods as support.

Unfortunately, it still failed.

Just when the power of the magic sword was completely integrated into the baby girl's body, Gangnir was still quiet, and when both of them thought that the ritual had failed, suddenly, a mutation occurred.

Gungnir, who had been motionless, suddenly shuddered, and the ugly layer of rust on it slowly peeled off, revealing the scarlet body of the spear inside.

The old man's cloudy eyes showed an obsessive look, and he almost fell to his knees for this powerful power, but the knight on the side sensed that something was wrong.

The ritual was supposed to be over, theoretically long after the magic sword was fused, and Gungnir was obviously not awakened for the purpose of fusion, so, what exactly awakened it?

After looking left and right, the knight froze in place, and he finally found that what had awakened Gungnir was the blood of Remilia that remained on the chest.

"Damn, do you mean ......?!" The knight drew the sword he had taken from the Templars in terror, but Gangnir burst into great force.

As if to vent the anger of the years of abandonment, a violent bloody turbulence swept through the castle with Gangnir as the center.

Except for the baby girl who was protected by the magic sword Levatin, the only one who survived-

Jingling.

Remilia watched in amazement as the restraints on her arms and neck were broken off one by one, and several knights who had lost their breath of life lay in front of the door of the cell that had been broken through by the great force.

She stayed where she was for a moment, then immediately rushed towards the room where the Advent ritual was held.

Running all the way to the ceremony room, the door of this place has been broken by an unknown force, and the dark blue flames are burning all around, strange and infiltrating.

Stepping inside, the bodies of the old man and the knight were on the ground, looking up in the direction of the altar, where there was an unfamiliar figure.

Dressed in a strange costume that was out of step with the times, the young man held the baby girl who had stopped crying in his left hand, and carried a blood-colored spear in his right hand.

Looking up at the tall figure, Remilia surprisingly didn't feel afraid, just stared at each other quietly with those eyes.

I don't know how long it took, but the mysterious boy bent his knees and squatted down.

"Follow the call, I ask you—"

In Remilia's dull gaze, the young man handed out the baby girl in his arms: "This is your sister, please sign it, the name seems to be ....."

He looked down at the fragments of the parchment that remained on the baby girl's body, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Ah, I found it, it's called Flandrew, Flandrew Scarlett." ”

Remilia was stunned and hugged the "sister" that the young man handed to her, and then said, "Who are you?" ”

"Me? I," the boy smiled as if he had a forced smile, "I am the greatest demon king in this world, and my name is Ernie-chan." ”

"O, Ni-chan?"

"Well, that's what you'll call me from now on...... Burst. ”

“...... You're kidding me, aren't you? ”