Inside the monastery, Brother Crow was tremblingly holding his sword that had never seen blood since it was pierced, shivering in the small fortress built with wooden boards and furniture by the bedside.
Although Brother Crow is nearly middle-aged and has extensive experience, he is a full-fledged literati. He spends most of his life in a monastery, teaching children literacy and arithmetic, and telling nearby residents about the original goddess. The story taught is all of his life.
When he joined the logistics unit of the Royal Women’s Army a while ago, Crow felt that this was the most thrilling moment of his life. The wounded and dead were brought back every day on the front battlefield. In those few days, he had seen more blood and blood than in his life. Seeing it a lot, when he returned to the monastery, although he was lost because of being left behind, he felt relieved and felt that he was finally able to return to a familiar life.
However, he never expected that he would encounter Xi'a's messenger in this familiar monastery, and then even more vicious cultists!
Outside the gate of the monastery, the furious Peter has completely released his curse, countless ghosts and ghosts roaming in the nearby fog, the evil breath and the wailing of the portraits sounded like blasphemous in Crow’s ears. Prayer.
Crow stared at the closed door and gasped heavily. Big beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He looked back at the sleeping girl on the bed, with a complex and timid expression on his face.
Lord Saint Son, are you fighting
The middle-aged monk thought so, and faith told him what to do, but the reality was that his body was shaking and he couldn't do anything.
After all, in his opinion, those evil transcendents can only be punished by the saints who descended here. Roja and Noelle are different from ordinary people in Claude's eyes. It is not only the difference in strength, but also the character. Wait for the differences on all sides.
Strong and not arrogant, polite and approachable, brave, fearless, able to choose to fight without hesitation in the face of terrible enemies, this is by no means ordinary people can do, it is better to say that ordinary people are completely different when facing cultists. Kind of state.
It is hard to mention the courage to resist the existence of evil, cringing fear, only promises, and this is not a case in this world, but a general reaction of most people.
Noelle’s courage to face cultists comes from family heritage and blood pride. Roja’s courage to face cultists comes from his heart’s righteousness and guardianship. Although the reasons are different, they are already in Unknowingly, I crossed the threshold in my heart.
The surrender of power is not terrible, the terrible thing is the surrender of the soul. The special feeling that Crow felt from two people is the spiritual nobility and unyielding. This feeling he has only felt in a few people in the past, then It is the contemporary Holy See and Queen Victoria and others.
"May Shia bless you."
Sincerely praying for the two of them, Brother Crow muttered to himself as he looked at the female sacred image in front of him.
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Peter never thought that he would be forced to defend himself by a source-level 6 kid.
Now that the lady with the dog was directly sent to the sky by the saint's short blade, the paintings that Peter can direct are only left with the guardian Virgin and some miscellaneous things that can't be put on the table.
Obese businessman, stereotyped soldier, crying maid, Peter’s early paintings were released by him. Most of these paintings are limited in strength and have little effect. They belong to the bad works that Peter is ashamed to see, but the current ones He can't manage so much anymore.
In an environment where the visibility is less than ten meters, the mysteriously disappearing enemy is obviously the short sword of the magic weapon, and everything is gathered together, and turned into a murderous opportunity that scared Peter in this dark night.
The pale man gasped, trying his best to calm his heart.
Don't panic! It's just a source-level 6 kid, what if there are treasures? His actual combat experience and psychological endurance are definitely not as good as mine! I am a hunter, he is the prey!
"You thought you were hiding well? I saw you a long time ago!"
While thinking, Peter yelled loudly in an attempt to defraud Roya, but in the fog of the night there was no movement except for the screams of grievances. The man's dim eyes stared and became a little angry, but he suddenly sensed the painting twenty meters behind him. There was movement in our defensive net.
found it!
The moment he heard the message from the painting, the red light in Peter's hand slammed behind him, the vicious curse that could turn people into bloody silt across the night, and slammed on a figure covered in red gauze. .
"Hahahaha! I found you! Now you know our gap, kid! There are a few good things that you think can beat me? It's a fantasy!"
Peter was overjoyed when he noticed that the attack hit him. With a presumptuous smile on his face, he stepped closer and decided to watch Roya's painful expression of blood before his death.
However, what he didn't expect was that he did see Roja's expression, but it was not pain, but a mockery of the plan to succeed.
At this time, Luo Ya was lying on the ground. His hand was an amethyst pendant that could not be activated in the [Personal Studio] space. A hard barrier in the shining light pressed against his body and enveloped him completely, leaving him in the mist. His paintings were unscathed no matter how they beat them.
"!"
At the moment when he saw that Roja was okay, Peter opened his mouth and lost his words, but Roja's eyes lit up like stars, full of murderous intent!
"I saw you."
The voice of the boy was like an invitation from the god of death. The next moment Roja's figure disappeared out of thin air, and the strong wind was blowing behind Peter. A silver dagger pierced the statue of Our Lady before the man had time to react. The advancing momentum is like a broken bamboo.
"Puff!"
The sound of the blade piercing the human body sounded, and Peter lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the short sword pierced from his chest and spewing a mouthful of blood. It was at this moment that he finally realized that he had counted.
I was just like this by a kid...
The rapid splatter of blood made the man's consciousness temporarily blurred. Peter Carter seemed to have a revolving lantern drifting past his eyes at this time. The poverty and downfall of his youth, the death of his lover and his family, and the talent of his own painter were not recognized one by one. The final scene is the scene of being led by a cultist on a path of transcendence.
In that picture, the young painter was full of determination and decided not to be swayed by the rules of the world. That was Peter Carter’s dream of becoming a transcendent at first, but as time went on, he gradually fell and became a tool of organization. , The dream is shattered, and now he is going to die in the hands of his own goals.
So that's it, is this the reason why I'm so late in getting promoted
Lost his original intention, the fallen man vomited blood in the fog, and the memory of his life and death emerged and made Peter understand what he lacked. This evil man had a clear understanding at this moment, and at the same time the magical element in his body began Explosive gushing.
In Roja's surprised gaze, Peter reached out and grabbed the dagger in his chest. He looked back and his dim eyes had turned blood red at this time.
"Ah! Kid, I didn't expect that I was forced to this point by you. I underestimated you. I have to admit that you are indeed a character, but... you think this will kill me. ?"
Peter roared, his eyes like a beast with a will to death, Roja's hair stood tall at this moment, and for the first time since he came to this world, he saw the tenacity and horror of the extraordinary.
"You underestimate the transcendent! You underestimate the source level 4 too! Do you think you pierced my heart? See what your sword penetrates?!"
Roja stared at the wound pierced by the winged dagger. He didn't know when the blood splattered wound was gone, replaced by a twisted painting of the human body.
"[Immersion State], this is my biggest trump card, this part of my body has now turned into a painting, you can no longer kill me!"
"You are really good, Roya Akate, but not enough, neither the strength nor the understanding of the extraordinary! So I won! Thank you for reminding me of many things in the past, then, goodbye!"
Peter Carter firmly grasped the blade on his chest, and at the same moment the statue of Our Lady of the Guardian returned to his side. With bloody hands, Roja looked at the ugly paintings that approached and felt like time. All slowed down.
Peter was right. After all, Roja was not a real transcendent, and the monsters with these unpredictable methods did not yet understand, but Peter could erupt at a critical moment, why couldn't Roja
In terms of will, the moment an absolutely disadvantaged teenager picks up the sword, it is impossible to lose to a dirty and selfish murderer.
"Skills, start."
The desperate boy gritted his teeth and gave instructions. At the core of his body, the flame of life turned blue and began to burn crazily.
【confirmed】
[Skill "Gurandal's Promise" is activated]
【Countdown 30... 29... 28...】
"Oh-!"
The raging magic element burned every nerve, and the black-haired teenager roared loudly. The huge increase in power made his arm muscles swell and blood burst, but he couldn't feel it, because at this time his body had lost the pain. .
The attack of the Madonna came, and one blow penetrated his chest and caused fatal injuries. However, Luo Ya didn't care anymore, he just poured all the power into the short sword!
"Damn! What's the matter! How could you be stronger than me... Virgin! Kill him quickly!"
Peter found something wrong at this moment. He was holding the tip of the sword and began to be unable to grasp it. Seeing that Roja was about to break through the range of [Immersive State], he loudly ordered the painting to start, but found that there was nothing against Roja. usefulness.
At this time, the young man seemed like an unyielding war ghost, his face covered with injuries but his face remained unchanged, and his combat effectiveness had not diminished in the slightest.
This is... Immortality? ! Why
Peter looked at the blood-stained boy’s face with surprise and incomprehension. He seemed to see a huge phantom standing behind the boy, looking down at him with gazes coming from nowhere, as if looking at an ant. .
Peter's complexion suddenly changed at this moment, and his uncontrollable fear and panic began to blow out, but this was his last feeling.
"Thank you for your advice, goodbye, Peter Carter!"
Surrounded by mists and ghostly paintings, the young man hissed and slashed with the sword. The full burst of power pushed the dagger, the sword light flashed, and the figure split into two.