The city of Tierrapest, a bright spring night with a clear moon.

The temporary headquarters of the Inquisition has been set up here, and the three deputy inquisitors are in power to lead the army to organize a defensive line against the attacks of the demon legions.

Even though there was no order to remove Archjudge Anarysta from her position, and even though she had been living in the city for some time, no one in the Inquisition had ever consulted her. She once relied on her great strength to suppress the entire Inquisition, but now it has fallen apart into a stage for various factions to fight for power.

And she hid in the shadows, sneering slightly.

On the other side of the city, Deputy Judge Schiller had not yet gone to bed, and he was writing something on parchment with what looked like a letter from home, and the strokes were rather casual.

As the night breeze began to rise, he raised his head alertly, feeling the slightest change in the direction of the wind around him. The change was very subtle, but as a high-level hunter, he had extremely sharp instincts.

Decades of experience in life and death have taught him that this slightest change often means that a major danger is approaching.

He withdrew, retreated!

The slender stabbing sword that never left his body set off a terrible roar, and the sharp energy like a spike sprinkled around him, and the peacock burst out like a screen.

But there was nothing around, but it was dark.

Even if the candles in the room have been extinguished, such a bright moon should not be so dark on such a night. What's more, as a hunter in the shadows, Schiller already has a certain amount of night vision.

However, there is an impenetrable darkness all around, thick and mysterious.

Schiller stood alertly in the room, not daring to move, his sword poking up like a viper's letter, maintaining a posture ready to attack at any moment.

For a moment.

A night breeze blows gently. A wet feeling suddenly appeared in Schiller's throat, and he let out an unwilling sigh and slowly fell to his knees.

A large expanse of darkness dissipated like a feather, gathering behind the handsome man like the wings of shadows.

Silves clapped his hands, and the silver-tattooed "Demon Hunter" double short blades were not stained with the slightest trace of blood.

The short knife is sheathed. He lifted Schiller's head and stepped onto the windowsill.

His cloak fluttered in the wind, the power of the shadows followed, and a low murmur sounded in his ears,

"How's that, isn't the power of the shadows intoxicating?"

Silves frowned, and subconsciously glanced in the direction of the "Holy White Tower", such a night could have seen a faint holy light, but at this time it was dark.

"Huh?" The voice of the "Lord of Shadows" in his head sounded again, as if with a little joy, "Ten thousand years...... Seal...... The seal has been loosened?"

Silves never paid attention to such self-talk, and he jumped off the ledge, drew his dagger, and walked towards his next doomed target.

The spring moon is clear in the water, and the black-clad hunters of the Inquisition march through the city to fight. Fight silently, die silently.

Blood began to flow uncontrollably.

Ten miles north of the city of Lanken.

The light on the "Holy White Tower" was surprisingly dim. Obviously, he has just experienced a hard confrontation with the "Black Tower".

Not far from the tower, in the white-thorn woods, the archbishop walked and stopped, as if strolling, but with an indescribable tiredness.

Compared to the energetic energy of a year ago, his face has become wrinkled, senile and weak. Somewhat lonely in the twilight.

It could be seen that worry had crept up his old face along the wrinkles, and since last night, the city of Tirappes had been enveloped in a rare shadow, and he was worried that something had happened to Silves. And the other day. He sent a messenger to send an urgent letter to Silves, but there was no reply so far, which made him even more worried.

A small wooden house appeared in front of him, and he sighed slightly, pushed open the wooden door, which had been covered with a layer of dust, and staggered inside.

Things are not people, and the current "Holy White Tower" is only a lonely old man left.

He sat in the cabin, stunned and didn't know what Lu Dao was thinking.

So he didn't know what to do, and not far from the wooden house, Innedil appeared with a faint smile.

He made a gesture silently, and one figure after another gradually appeared around the wooden house.

The archbishop, who was immersed in his past thoughts, suddenly frowned, and looked at the wooden house around him in wonder, as if one light after another was penetrating in.

It's evening now, isn't it? How could the sun be so strong?

The archbishop is not a combat profession, and if he reacts half a beat slowly, it will be too late for anything.

The magic array that had been set up in the cabin was completely activated, and the fence composed of one ray after another of light was erected like a spear, with exquisite patterns, staggered and fastened.

In the violent tide of light, the archbishop tried to stand up and fight back, and everything around him, including the entire wooden house, was reduced to powder in this intense purifying light, even the few priests who were standing in front of him.

But the next moment, the fence closed to the middle, rapidly shrinking from the original size of the wooden house, and the archbishop sat down weakly, and the holy light in his body completely dissipated.

Innedil slowly approached, and the archbishop closed his eyes in the "cage of light".

"Dear teacher, the control of the 'Holy White Tower' and the 'Eye of the Holy Spirit', I am disrespectful. He smiled slightly.

"Good, good, you've used the Cage of Light to this extent, you're far more than me. The archbishop looked at the former meek student, remembering how many years ago Silves had left the White Tower and recommended him to him, and he smiled as gently as he does now.

"Thank you for the compliment," Innedil said in a low voice, glancing at the White Tower, "don't blame me, teacher, do you think I really don't know anything about the letter you wrote to Silves?"

He leaned closer to the "cage of light", his cheeks distorted in the light.

"Teacher, you just want Silves to come back, replace me, and even give him the 'Holy White Tower' and the 'Holy Eye' in his hands;" His voice was so low that only the two of them could hear it clearly, "Last night, Silves killed Vice-Presiding Judge Schiller, captured Deputy Presiding Judge Maximi alive, and with the support of Penelope and Anarysta to officially succeed him as Grand Presiding Judge. ”

In the archbishop's slightly realized expression, Innedir's face was a little hideous, "And according to my information, he shows the strength of a legendary professional. What will I do if my teacher, Silves, who took control of the Inquisition, comes back and takes your place?

"After all, it's just ambition. The archbishop said lightly.

"Yes," Inedil nodded, undeniable, "but isn't it because of ambition that you have ascended to this position, teacher?, isn't it because you want glory?" he paused and snorted coldly, "You forced me, I have surpassed you in my research in divine arts, but you keep the secret of the legendary profession and don't tell me." Now, Silves has left me far behind, and I, only by mastering the 'Holy White Tower', can I possibly fight him. ”

He stood up abruptly and walked towards the tower he had dreamed of for many years, his steps were not as calm as usual, and the excessive excitement made his steps seem a little staggering.

But he still didn't hesitate.

Behind him, a large field of flowers bloomed on the white thorn tree, and the twilight gradually filled in, obscuring everything.

In the course of that day and night, the Church of Light underwent a seismic change. The youngest legendary professional, who emerged from the shadows and ascended to the throne of the Grand Inquisitor with bloody hands.

The oldest legendary professional was pushed off the tower by his students, imprisoned, and completely retired from the altar.

The Lord of Light spread his wings again, with the Holy Light in front and the shadow in the back.

Light and shadow are born together, never abandoned.

On the edge of the "Elven Homeland", the junction of the "Holy Blood River" and the "Misty Swamp".

The elf girl nodded slightly, signaling goodbye, and beckoning, the dragon eagle mount soaring in the sky circled and swooped down.

"Why don't you pick some loot?" Allegri gestured to Dios to put the large package on his back on the ground, and invited politely, "You're welcome, Evelola. ”

The elven girl named "Evelola" shook her head and shook the "Emerald Leaf" in her hand, "I can barely pay the errand when I go back with this, no problem, right?"

"Of course, no problem," Allegri said after glancing at the trance-stricken Illo, who had not yet recovered from the blow, "as if it were Illo's gift to his cousin." ”

Evelola's face darkened suddenly, "What cousin?"

"One blood, one dream," Allegri explained sternly, "weren't your ancestors sisters ten thousand years ago?"

Evelora shook her head firmly, "I don't care about these, I don't recognize them anyway." ”

Allegri reluctantly patted Illo's shoulder, "Dude, you are despised, and you don't fight back against her." ”

Irlo looked indifferent and shrugged and slipped aside.

The girl smiled, turned over and rode on the dragon eagle, beckoned, and disappeared into the air to the southwest in a moment.

"Have you fallen in love with someone else, and don't fall in love so quickly?" Dios scoffed.

Allegri turned around and snorted, "You know the hair. ”

"I don't understand, you can explain?" Dios leaned over with a big face.

"This little girl, at first glance, is pampered, when she goes out, it is an eagle and an eagle to send, the 'seed of life' is thrown away, and the trophy is said not to be wanted, that is called a refreshing, to sum up, it is two words, local tyrant," Allegri taught as a matter of course, "this kind of person, without a second sentence, must be friends with her." ”

Dios shrugged his shoulders disdainfully, picked up the package, and the three of them walked idly towards the place where they were about to settle down in the east. (To be continued......)

PS: (double change)