Anglel Tai couldn't remember the first few believers he had killed, it didn't matter, he didn't bother to remember anyway.

He swung his sword, and flesh flew everywhere, but not a drop of blood fell to the ground through the blade, all blood was consumed, and the sword that Larch had provided was as ominous as itself.

He had been killing for at least six hours, and the believers had not flinched in the slightest. The Bearers were familiar with the kind of frenzy in their eyes, and for these people, it was a blessing to be killed by him.

Otherwise, there is no explanation why they would come to their deaths laughing and praying. Angel Tai didn't like this feeling, but unfortunately, whether he liked it or not, it didn't prevent the believers from continuing to die.

After all, they have 'faith'.

+ They will drown you+ A shadow named Larch whispered in his heart. + You have no armor, you are cold and hungry, and you are alone. Thankfully, you're still with me, partner, and you have to thank me for that. +

"First, I'm not cold or hungry." In between the killings, Ingrell Tai replied. "Second, I'll thank you, but not now. How far am I from them? ”

+ Soon, if they weren't dead and not crazy. You've slept too long, buddy. + Larch replaced the serious answer with a cold snicker.

It should have been irritating, but the Bearer was unreasonably patient with it, even though he didn't really know what Larch was.

He began to swing his sword again, slicing in half five or six devotees who had rushed at him like crazy, blood splattering, and shadows on the blade surging to devour them all. He walked all the way, killed all the way, and was as determined as a reef in the sea of people.

+ They will really drown you. + Larkhe continued to speak, his voice soft, with a humid temperature, sticky like a mist of blood.

+ Look at their number of partners and at least one world. You are making an enemy of a whole world, and even though they are not hostile to you, even if you kill them, they will die with joy. But you're going to be soft. +

"I won't." Ingrell Tai replied coldly. "At least not until I find my brother, and then, they will continue to kill in my place. These people do not deserve to stand on the ruins of the perfect city. ”

+ What an interesting statement you make, aren't these people your kind? +

"If you change places—"

Angel Tay stretched out his left hand, clenched his fist and broke the neck of a believer, grabbing him and throwing him out, clearing a way for himself.

"—I'll be happy to answer that for you, but I'm busy right now, Larch."

+ So, do you need more help? +

As the words were whispered in a soft tone as wet with blood, the world in front of Angle's eyes slowed down.

The pain in the back of the neck was no longer a gentle bite, but a real bone-eating pain. Something was roaming around deep in his bone marrow, and the pain was so intense, but the rewards were also amazing.

The movements of the believers, who were already surprisingly slow in his eyes, were now stone statues that were almost stationary. Angel Tai subconsciously swung out his sword, and the shadow instantly skyrocketed, and the original blade turned into a strange thing like a tentacle.

All the believers in its path were mutilated in an instant, and Angler Tai couldn't even see how it did it. Then, the world before him returned to normal again, and the rain of blood fell, licked greedily by the shadows.

Laughter rang out from the bottom of Angle's heart, unprecedented, as if he had released his nature. The Bearer was silent, and eventually ran towards the cleared path.

He didn't have a choice, he had to hurry to the others.

+You just have to agree, partner+

Something called Larch whispered in his heart, snickering, echoing with a certain desire to be satisfied.

+ How? It's an absolute bargain for you, and you can get the help you need. +

What about you? Angel Tay asked silently in the intervals between runs. What do you get?

To this, Shadow's reply was another wild laugh, and it took a moment before it spoke again.

+ So, you refused? +

"At least I won't agree now."

Angler Tay ran up a mound and then leaped down, moving faster than he could run. He was so familiar with the place that he could clearly identify which way to go, even if it was just ruins.

After all, unlike most of the Whisperers, he had wandered through the ruins of the City of Perfection.

He looked up and glanced at a gray-white spire not far away. If Larch hadn't deceived him, then both the 'Hermit' and Batusa Narek would have been in this minaret.

+ But why? +

In his heart, the whisper of the smell of blood and the temperature of humidity sounded again. + Your refusal is unwise, partner. You need me, do you want to deny that? +

"My father, Lorga Aurelian, once said to be wary of those who appear when you need it most, for their true colors may be most abominable."

+ But I'm not human. + Shadow laughed again. + Do you know what I am, mate? +

"I don't want to know yet," Angel Tai replied casually.

+ Is it? + Larch sighed softly. + What a pity. +

It finally fell silent, and Angle-Tay enjoyed a moment of peace.

He ran through the ruins and the plains covered in thick ash, followed by a large crowd of believers, fanatical. Even if they fall, get crushed, and cause a bloody series of accidents, they have no intention of stopping.

Not only that, but there were also a number of believers in front of him who heard the movement and tried to intercept him - their goal was not to make him stop, but to make him kill himself.

Ingrell Tay could feel his teeth itching, and a wave of hatred welled up in his heart. If he could, he really wanted the one who started it to die without a place to bury.

+ Oh, your hatred.+

Larch ended the silence thoughtfully, his voice very peculiar, different from the previous frenzy or longing. This time, it sounded very quiet.

"What's wrong with my hatred?" Angler Tay asked.

+ It's delicious. I've tasted so much, unwillingness, remorse, and anger. Ah, buddy, are you sure you don't need more help? We're going to get along. +

"Nope." Anglell Tai said politely. "I thank you, please be quiet now, I'm going to be by these people-"

He took a deep breath, sank his shoulders, and thrust over the dozen or so people who stood in front of him on a wall. The sound of broken bones and screams was endless, but it was the frenzied chanting that was more pronounced.

The Bearer gritted his teeth and did not dare to get up without the slightest pause, for fear of being grabbed by his arm by his ankle or somewhere else. He galloped and continued toward the spire in the distance.

+ What are you going to do with them? +

"Can you be quiet?"

+ I'd love to, buddy, but I have to say more. I'm going to be silent soon, he doesn't like me talking to him. It's a shame we could have been together for a long time, but your hatred just now was so delicious that I couldn't help but taste a little. +

"What? Who? Angel Tay immediately asked, ignoring Lalch's outlandish statement.

+ Revenge and hatred + Shadow replied in a low voice, the tone like a chant.

At the same time, a thunderclap suddenly rang out, creating a large area of dark clouds in the gray-white sky of the Perfect City. With the sound of thunder, a chill came from Angel Tai's hands.

He immediately looked down at his right hand and saw that the blade formed by the shadow was actually glowing with a cold blue light. He immediately began to ask Larch what was going on, but this time the responsive voice chose to remain silent.

Something far deeper and more manic than thunder began to ring in his ears, and the next second, with the brilliance of psionic energy, a man stepped out of the wave-like air and landed in front of him.

Ingreson Tay stopped abruptly, and before he could speak, he saw the man raise his right hand. A barrage of psionic lightning descended from the pitch-black clouds in an instant, splitting all those who followed Angle-Tai into charcoal.

And those believers who survived and witnessed this scene actually recited the blasphemous scriptures in an even stronger tone, and their fanaticism did not diminish in the slightest.

The Bearer shouted in shock, "Karil?!" ”

"It's me." Carlil said. "It's hard to find you, Anglel Thai."

He frowned, the skeletal mask didn't hide his face. His excessively pale skin was reflected in the intense psionic glow in his eyes, and just standing in front of him, Angle Tay felt a chill like a rapid loss of blood.

He had seen many psykers casting spells in the past, and none of them could be like Karil Lohals, who was about to suffocate him just by appearing.

"How do you ——?!?"

"Now is not the time to say that." Carlil replied, still frowning. Then, he raised his hands.

Angle Tai saw a series of complex gestures, and not only that, but he also heard some vague and continuous words from Karil's mouth.

The suffocation began to intensify, and the Bearer clutched his neck and was about to fall to the ground, but the shadow came to his aid, providing him with a point of focus to keep him on his feet.

Carlil then grabbed him, and with a strong sense of detachment, they disappeared in place. With the crackling of electricity, they reappeared in a gray-white building.

Carlil frowned and let go of him, still tearing off the shadows. The latter writhed a few times, then fell into silence and returned to the back of his armor to act as a cloak.

Angler Tai covered his forehead and moaned quietly. He felt like his head was going to explode, and everything he saw was spinning. So Carlil reached out again, grabbed him, and whispered a word.

It sounds like a command, and it sounds like a greeting. In an instant, the dizziness disappeared from the mind of the speaker.

"What?" Ingrell Tai instinctively spat out a word, followed by more. "What, no, what, what?"

"I found you, I cleared some of the pursuers, I took you to where you are going, and I cleared the after-effects of teleportation for you."

Carlil calmly and methodically answered Angle's unspoken questions, still frowning, as if the crisis had not yet been resolved.

"Thank you, Instructor Carlil." After taking a second or two to clear his thoughts, Ingrell Tai raised his hand and barely expressed his gratitude in Gothic, which he was still fluent in. "But where are we now?"

"That's what you're going to care about." Carlil said, turning around, his cloak sweeping around in a much darker darkness than before, lighting the dimly lit room with candles.

Ingrell Tay fell silent for a moment, and he saw thousands of sarcophagi, each one extremely rough.

The sigil belonging to the Bearer was reverently imprinted on the surface of these coffins with shoddy brushstrokes, and there was no need to guess whether it was written by Anglel Tai.

He closed his mouth and let his teeth remain empty, his tongue pressed between the roof of his mouth, and his throat already rolled unconsciously a few times. Instead of bothering him, Carlil let him walk to a coffin.

Angler Tay leaned down and tried to push the coffin open, but was unsuccessful. Even if Astarte's power was used to do this, the sarcophagus would still not move. So he gritted his teeth, pressed his whole body against the coffin itself, and made a second attempt.

This time, it still didn't work out.

"Matters related to subspace cannot be judged by common sense, Anglel Tay." Standing in place, Carlil spoke coldly. "Your brothers, like you before you, are lost in the darkness. It was Lorga Aurelian who saved you. ”

The Bearer jerked his head back.

Carlil grabbed the corner of his cloak, and it began to tremble, and seconds later, a drop of golden blood hung upside down from the darkness, as if something had sunk to the surface of the sea had been relegated upside down by supernatural power.

Angel Tay stared at the blood, and a sadness that transcended everything began to boil in his heart. He didn't stretch out his hand, and the blood was already flying towards him as if it were being pulled on.

It melted into his brow, leaving no mark, and Ingrell Tay fell to his knees, a shattered image beginning to emerge before his eyes.

"There is nothing more natural than the blood of a father being shed for his son, Anglel Tay."

"I've failed so far, but at least I can do one last thing, and it will work."

Angel Tai's hands began to rub wildly on the ground, and he should have shed tears, but he didn't. He gritted his teeth and didn't let himself make any noise.

He closed his eyes, and a terrifying golden light poured out of his hands and skin, dyeing his whole body golden, as if he had been there for him if he hadn't looked closely. Five seconds after the light lit up, there was a thin and continuous sound of friction and breathing in the sarcophagus in all directions.

It was as if the dead woke up.

Carlil watched the scene without pity, raised his hand, and brought himself a skeletal face.

He doesn't have to be merciful.

For this scene is by no means the collapse of the Son of Man. This scene is the rebirth of the son of Aurelian.

Chapter 4k.

Updated.

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