"oh… "
Mordred nodded confusedly and set off a gust of wind.
Right in front of Naberish was a violent and ferocious behemoth.
With its back to the sun in the sky, it cast a terrifying black shadow, and its countless scales reflected the cold light like swords. When it spoke, it breathed out the breath of sulfur and fire, and rolled up hurricanes and sparks.
That's a huge black dragon!
"Fortunately, I just completed the Chapter of Fate, otherwise I might have died."
Naberish raised his still intact left hand, climbed up the dragon's back along its nose and head, and fixed himself in place. Looking at his devastated body, he couldn't help but feel a little sad:
"Since when did masters die so easily? It seems that we need to create a 'legend' as soon as possible, and the advanced scepter is more reliable. Hey, let's go, let's move quickly!"
He urged hoarsely: "Remember to eat all the clues."
"Okay, uncle."
Mordred opened his mouth and siphoned, as if a hole had opened to the dark world, and everything in sight was swallowed into his mouth.
The dragon's power surged, plowing through the ground, and the strata rolled up, completely covering everything.
Killings, setting fires, destroying corpses and destroying traces.
Naberish took out a few seeds from his burnt pocket, sprinkled them on the ground casually, and chanted a hymn to stimulate life.
Soon, a few grass seeds sprouted, and bits and pieces of new green emerged from the ground, slowly spreading.
Although it still looks out of place if you look closely, it is at least not as eye-catching as the original bare piece. With such a large area of barren mountains and wild ridges, even if the Holy City conducted a large-scale investigation, it would take a week or two to reach this place.
They still have plenty of reaction time, and who knows how much more they can find out by then.
"The commission is finally completed."
On the back of the dragon, Naberis ascended into the sky and chuckled: "I just hope that my friend won't be too naive."
He stared in the direction Colt left, narrowed his eyes, and murmured meaningfully:
"Sometimes, the development of things may not go as expected..."
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After waiting for a long enough time, the priest dressed as a businessman finally saw his target.
The Dark Saint of Avalon, the controller of more than half of the smuggling activities between the East and the West, the successor of the shaman, and the agent of Angru's new sword wielder-Ye Qingxuan...
In an empty tavern near the dock, Watson behind the table got himself a glass of wine, raised his eyes and looked at the travel-worn visitor.
"Mr. Watson, I think you probably know why I'm here."
The visitor raised his collar, revealing the badge marking the Ministry of Doctrine of the Faith, with a solemn expression: "I request to meet Mr. Ye and have a direct conversation with him. This is the last chance, I hope you cherish it."
Watson in the wheelchair casually picked up the wine glass without adding salt or lemon juice, raised his head, drank it all in one gulp, and placed the glass gently on the table.
"You're not qualified yet."
He said coldly: "If you have anything to say, just tell me directly. I have always been the one to take the initiative when it comes to murder and arson. Does the Ministry of Doctrine of the Faith want to outsource any dirty work to us? It's really flattering." "
Although he said this, there was no surprise in his words, only mockery.
The anger on the priest's face flashed away and was suppressed.
He reached into his arms, slowly took out a letter, and handed it to Watson. Watson opened the letter and glanced at it. When he saw the last few signatures, his expression became cautious.
That was the assurance given to them by a certain archbishop in the papal chamber.
"What happened before, we can forget about it."
The priest stared at his cautious face and said word by word:
"—but Colt, gotta live."
Since the "Inquisition" was split up by various countries, the Ministry of Doctrine of the Faith has become worse and worse day by day. Just like the body of the main messenger, it is seen that it has been marginalized and will be liquidated and abolished sooner or later.
In this situation, the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith increasingly wanted to make a difference.
But this time, he finally received new blood, a musician with a great future who is almost destined to become a saint in the future, and he sees the day of his resurrection.
At this time, Ye Qingxuan slapped him hard in the face, trying to tear off the last face of the Ministry of Doctrine of the Faith. And when the time comes, what can the Ministry of Doctrine of the Faith do, which is completely angered
"Actually, there's one thing I'm curious about..."
Watson spoke, his voice low and careful: "Are you really not clear about what Colt has done? Or... you don't care at all?"
"This is our own business, you don't need to worry about it."
The priest said lightly: "In any case, Colt is the hero who saved the Battle of Romulus. The only person who passes this trial will be rewarded by the Pope and become one of the future saints. We must not To bear with him being treated like this.”
"You have to keep this skin for him at all costs, right?"
Watson smiled clearly: "Otherwise, if he is ruined, all your previous efforts will be meaningless, right? You accepted Colt's request without asking the Pope's opinion, and now you find that he is a hotshot You can't get rid of the potato... You are riding a tiger and it's hard to get off. If you give in here, your reputation will be completely ruined. I guess you have been hesitating in the past two days, right? Otherwise, on the first day when my boss went crazy, You should have come."
“…”
The priest was silent and his face was ashen. After a moment, he opened his mouth and said: "I believe that my arrival and the promises in this letter are enough to express our sincerity. I hope you will stop it. This is the end of this fight caused by personal grudges. Stop it, otherwise no one will look good."
"Personal... grudge?"
Watson exposed it, "With just a touch of lip service, the incident was characterized, just as neatly as you used to convict people. Unfortunately, I don't accept this trick. The Pope's Office has not expressed its position yet, so why are you anxious?"
"Stop now, everything can be undone. You know, you have attacked a church and killed a devout priest! We can forget about these things, but if you push forward, even Angelo will not be able to attack the Holy City. Explain!"
The priest raised his voice: "When the time comes, how do you plan to end it? Even the royal family won't be able to protect you by then!" He paused, and his eyes became meaningful:
"Or do you still feel that Angelou is on your side?"
Watson frowned, smelling a strange smell, and had a vague premonition in his heart.
"Speak more clearly, sir." Watson said coldly: "Don't just come with a harmless apology letter. Show me your real cards."
The priest smiled mysteriously.
"We'll see," he said.
Soon, someone walked into the tavern quickly, bent down and whispered a few words to Watson. In an instant, Watson's face turned gloomy.
"These are his exact words?" he asked.
"Yes." The entourage lowered his head and said, "My lord, I want to stop here."
"Is he crazy?" Watson was furious and stared at the entourage: "If Colt is allowed to live in the Holy City, there will be endless troubles. Doesn't he understand?"
“…”
Looking at the angry eyes, the attendant's face turned pale. Soon, Watson suppressed his anger and waved his hand to let him go down.
"What's the result?" the priest asked with a half-smile.
Watson looked at him coldly and pointed to the door.
"You win, sir, you can get out."
He said lightly: "Colt will return to the Holy City alive. These are the original words of that fool. I don't know what you used to convince him, but if this is his decision, then I can only follow it."
So the priest smiled, Shi Shiran stood up and stretched out his hand:
"Then, happy working together."
Watson stopped looking at him, turned the wheelchair, turned and left.
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Ten minutes ago, in the dark room.
Ye Qingxuan looked at Maxwell in front of him coldly.
"Why?" he asked.
Maxwell sighed, "The Gun of St. George, the Archbishop of the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith promised the royal family that he would retrieve the lost Gun of St. George from the ruins for us."
"Is that why?"
Ye Qingxuan sneered: "Maxwell, I saw you right. You are a qualified businessman. You have made a big fortune easily, which is admirable."
"Ye Qingxuan, Angel has never needed that weapon as much as now. Only with it, can we have the possibility of victory in the war with Leviathan."
Maxwell said solemnly: "This is not for me alone! Do you know how many people would have died in this war without that artifact?!"
"So, you ignored the 'axiom'?"
Ye Qingxuan looked at him with disappointment in his eyes: "So the things Colt did can be treated as if they never happened?"
"Ye Qingxuan..."
Maxwell looked at him with a complicated expression. After a long time, he sighed feebly: "I'm sorry to disappoint you. Only beauty can be compared in the world of children. In the world of adults, everyone is 'dirty'. Please forgive me. , okay? So what if you let him go now? You are the sword holder of Angelou, the successor of the Sword of Choosing the King, and the destined seal minister of Angelou in the future! There are a lot of chances to kill him! Why be persistent? With now?”
Silence, a long silence.
Ye Qingxuan smiled and lowered his head, as if laughing at himself.
"I see."
He closed his eyes: "Tell Watson to stop and let Colt go back to the Holy City."
Maxwell smiled reluctantly, but he was not happy at all. Sudoku hesitated to speak. Finally, he stood up and said, "I owe you once."
Ye Qingxuan said nothing and pointed to the door.
Maxwell sighed and left.
The door was closed, and in the dim light, Ye Qingxuan's eyes were lowered.
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"Please give me enough courage to fly forward."
Dark rain fell from the sky.
Colt saw the girl in the white dress walking through the rain, dragging her little package as if dragging her whole world. In the sound of rain, she sang softly and walked towards a distant place:
"Test my heart, don't say regret... The ancient house is shining, and it's like sighing... "
The song lingered in my ears, so soft, yet frightening in such a silent world. Colt reached out and tried to catch her, but he couldn't catch up.
"There is only silence, forever..."
Heavy rains washed away everything.
The black rain seemed to blacken the whole world, washing away all disguises, and the earth trembled.
Then the towering building turned as scarlet as blood, the majestic palace shook off dust, and the layers of reliefs on the walls were like blood vessels, breathing.
The tower trembled, laughing happily in the rain. The steps rubbed like sharp teeth opening and closing, and bits of flesh and bones remained, as if they had not been eaten cleanly.
"Colt, Colt, you're finally here."
Some people cheered enthusiastically and smiled: "We are waiting for you."
In the rain, the people waiting here cheered, greeted him enthusiastically, and waved to him: "Come on! Come here! We have been waiting for you."
Colt looked at them in confusion: "Who... are you?"
"It's me, Colt." The person waiting in the distance waved, with a gentle tone: "You have forgotten me, I am the friend who took you to Yantie Academy."
"And me, I am your senior, I am the best to you, Colt, do you still remember me?"
"I was your first teacher, Colt. I knew you were so good that you would definitely succeed."
"Colt, I am your brother, have you forgotten?"
The child wearing a poncho folded his arms and prayed: "It's very cold here and it's raining. Don't stand outside. Let's go and warm up by the fire."
"Please come here."
"Yes, we are all waiting for you."
They waved and called enthusiastically, asking Colt to come over, but Colt couldn't help but take a step back, his face pale: "I can't go there."
"Why?"
They became sad: "We have been apart for such a long time."
"Because... because..."
Colt took a step back, his expression twitching: "You are all dead."
"No, Colt." They smiled and shook their heads: "We just left you and went to a far away place."
"You are already dead."
Colt gritted his teeth and said with gloomy eyes: "I killed you with my own hands."
At that moment, the calling stopped abruptly.
Then there were screams and roars.
The rain washed away their skin, revealing bright red flesh and ferocious faces. They roared sharply and their claws were ferocious.
"It hurts, Colt."
Those people cried: "It's very dark here, come here and see me."
"I'm going to tear you apart! Bastard, I've been waiting here for you for decades!" Someone roared madly, trying to rush over, but was blocked by an invisible barrier: "Coward, I will definitely tear you apart, every day again and again ! I will repay you a thousand times the pain you gave me!"
"Come here, Colt!" they roared, laughing wildly: "You have no way to escape."
Colt staggered back, but felt there was no way out.
"Where... is this?"
"This is hell, Colt."
Behind him, someone said softly: "You are about to die, so you see hell. Soon, you will go to the other side. After so many years, so many people, they are all waiting for you."
"I won't die!" Colt turned around and roared at the visitor: "I have a bright future, and I might die like this!"
"you will."
The visitor lifted his hood, revealing pale hair that was as white as bones. Seeing Colt's dull expression, he smiled, stretched out his hand, strangled him by the neck, and looked down at him:
"I came from there to bring you back."
His palms tightened, like iron pliers, and his voice was sinister, like steel rubbing against each other: "I swore to find you. The world is so big, but you have nowhere to go."
"Ye... Qingxuan..."
Colt squeezed out a scream from his throat, widened his eyes, looked at the face so close, and his eyes became fierce: "You can't beat me... If I can beat you once, I can beat you." the second time!"
He stretched out his hand, used all his strength, pulled out his sword, and pierced the throat of the figure in front of him. Blood spurted out like a fountain. He roared, cut him open, and cut off his head.
In the dark rainstorm, the body disappeared like an illusion. The demons and ghosts were gone, and hell was gone with them.
Just endless rainstorms.
In the heavy rain, someone whispered softly:
"You will come back here, you will definitely..."
Colt opened his eyes and felt the wet sperm falling on his face.
That's blood.
This dilapidated cave is filled with a rancid smell, pungent and strong. The dagger in his hand was drawn out at some point, and it was nailed deeply into the stone wall in front of him.
On the blade of the sword, there is a green poisonous snake running through it.
The viper was twitching in pain, and dark green liquid dripped from its fangs, but it was only a hair away from Colt's neck.
Colt stared at it coldly, watching it twitch in pain and die bit by bit without making any sound. Then he cut it off, skinned it, hungrily swallowed the snake's blood, and chewed its flesh.
On the incomplete sword blade, scarlet drops were dripping, reflecting his unkempt face. He ran around day and night, hiding in caves, like a wild beast, and even his eyes became like a wild beast.
The faint morning light fell from the gap and fell behind him, illuminating the name he had carved on the stone wall in pain.
Densely packed, large and small, crisscrossed, those names all came from the same person, and they were all chopped to pieces by swords.
"No one can stop me, I want to live."
He swallowed the snake bone and murmured softly, as if to remind himself not to forget.
The snake blood seemed to have given him strength, making him come back to life from dying, the sores healed, and the high fever was no longer there.
He reached out and pulled away the blood-sucking insects bit by bit, throwing them on the ground. Finally, he drew his sword and trimmed his disheveled hair again.
In the end, he crawled out of the cave where he lived, using all his strength, like a snake twitching in pain, shedding its old shell, screaming and shedding, and being reborn under the sun.
The sunlight illuminated his thin face, but it could not dispel the darkness in his eyes.
Panting, he advanced hard, passed through thorns and bushes, moved forward bit by bit, fell down, and got up again. He passed through wasteland, dense forests and turbid streams, crawled on the ground, passed the final quagmire, and climbed up. A high slope.
Forward, forward... stumbling forward...
Until finally, his eyes were illuminated by sharp light from afar.
They are tall and slender towers, reaching straight into the sky and extending into the depths of the clouds. There are hundreds of them, standing like a forest. The thick bells echoed between each other and extended to the end of the sky, as if they were trying to prop up the fallen sky again.
Holy chants floated down from the tower and spread in all directions.
The tower is made of metal, and the city is also made of metal. Even the earth is filled with the smell of iron, which reflects the scorching sun and glows like a burning glow.
Countless people were coming and going on the roads, cars and horses were running by, ships on the rivers were calling loudly, and there were faint iron whales cruising in the sky.
The huge city that rises from the ground and rises layer by layer occupies the center of the entire world, stirring the huge sea of ether at all times, balancing the density of ether in the entire human world, and resisting the invasion from the dark world.
"Holy City..."
Colt held his breath.
That is the Eternal City, the City of Steel, the City of Ten Thousand Towers, the City of Phoenix... It is the center of the world, the apex of everything.
"Holy City!"
Colt laughed, ecstatically, dancing, laughing so hard that he could hardly breathe: "I'm still alive! Ye Qingxuan, did you see it? You can't kill me! I'm still alive!"
He was lying on the ground, kissing the dust raised on the road, like a madman, with tears streaming down his face, attracting the attention of passers-by.
And just on the long road, a group of cavalry wearing iron armor galloped over, wearing swords and iron shields. The two keys on the iron shield's emblem overlapped, declaring sanctity.
The leading priest was wearing a black robe, solemn and sacred.
Wherever they passed, all the pilgrims knelt on the ground and stared respectfully at their backs. But in front of the beggar who seemed to be going crazy, they suddenly stopped. The soldiers dismounted and half-knelt on the ground.
The priest in black came forward, holding a brand new robe in his hands. The robe was pure white with golden patterns, and was extremely majestic and sacred.
"Lord Colt, according to His Excellency the Bishop's order, you will be promoted to the position of priest of the Doctrine of the Faith."
He lowered his head and offered the robe in his hand: "I have been ordered to come to greet you. Please mount your horse."
For a long, long time, Colt in the dust laughed so hard that it hurt his heart.
He got up from the ground, pulled off the robe without hesitation, and covered himself with the pure white. Then, he became majestic and cold, aloof, and his pupils were like burning, making people dare not look directly.
"Let's go."
He got on his horse and stared at the Steel City in the distance with wild eyes:
"Go to the Holy City!"
He is still alive, and he must be alive, and go to the Holy City alive... to take back everything that belongs to him.
at all costs!
Even if it costs everything!
Go climb to the top of it all!
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It was a hot afternoon, and the soldiers guarding the city gate were sweating profusely.
Amid the surging crowds, carriages and horses passed through the city gate. Or they are rich men with great wealth, or they are pilgrims who come on foot in ragged clothes, messengers and commissioners from various countries...
Every day, hundreds of thousands of people enter and leave the Holy City. However, this time, most people gathered in front of the city gate and stared at the road in the distance.
The market outside the city gate instantly became crowded, with pedestrians rubbing shoulders occupying every high place.
In the corner at the back of the crowd, an old violinist carrying a bag and leaning on a cane stared at the crowd with a sigh: "Sure enough, the Holy City is full of things, and there are so many people even outside the city gate. It's eye-opening. .”
"Old sir, is this your first time in the Holy City?"
The people watching the excitement looked at his tired appearance and smiled: "Such a battle is rare in the Holy City. You have caught up."
"Really?" The old luthier smiled: "Then my luck is really good."
"Who is coming?" someone asked.
"Who else is the hero of the Romulus rebellion? Naturally, he is the leader of the new generation of musicians, the future Master of Wands!"
"Did it suddenly come today? There was no publicity at all before, otherwise there would be more people than now."
"Hey, you didn't know that."
Someone laughed mysteriously: "It is said that after the war, Master Colt assisted the Ministry of Doctrine of the Faith to eliminate more than a dozen strongholds of the Evil God Church without stopping. The results were outstanding, which shocked the Holy City. Therefore, in order to ensure safety, , he had been concealing his whereabouts until he approached the Holy City and revealed his identity."
"That's it." The passerby nodded, his expression becoming more and more admiring.
The old violinist nodded in agreement and sighed with them.
As if he was a little tired from the journey, he put down his crutches, sat on the ground leaning against the city wall, tuned his six-stringed harp, and gently plucked the strings, and the messy sound of the harp was drowned in the din.
"Are you preparing a hymn?"
The children watching the excitement held up the windmill and looked at him curiously, "I heard that when heroes triumph, musicians will sing hymns."
"I guess so."
The old luthier smiled and looked down at his six-stringed qin: "If there is a chance, definitely."
The crowd suddenly became noisy, and amid the sound of galloping horse hooves, cheers rang out from afar.
The hero returns.
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"Is that the latest rising star in the Doctrine of the Faith?"
On the high tower, Mr. Hu stared at the smoke and dust rising in the distance. Next to him was a priest, wearing a cardinal's robes, with an old and ordinary face.
Hearing Mr. Hu's question, the old priest didn't say anything. He just asked, "How do you think, sir?"
Mr. Hu smiled and said nothing.
Just lower your head and stare at the world from heaven.
"After looking here for a long time, I really feel that many things are not very important."
He said softly: "It's just like what the legend says: Heavenly beings live long and happy lives in the kingdom of heaven without any worries. The grudges and fights on earth are not worth mentioning in heaven."
"Is this an Eastern myth?" the old priest sighed softly: "No matter the East or the West, certain things are always the same."
"yes."
Mr. Hu raised his head and stared at the scorching sun above his head, and his pupils were plated with bright and majestic gold.
"The kingdom in the sky has no worries, so it doesn't know that there is blood, fighting, fighting, eagles striking the palace, comets striking the moon, and white rainbows penetrating the sun on the earth. So, they don't know..."
He subconsciously stretched out his hand to press his waist, but it was empty. Then his expression became gloomy and he sighed softly:
"—There's a sword on the ground."
At that moment, the sword was drawn from the ground.
In the crowd, a hand pressed the pocket watch, and "Faust" opened his eyes from his deep sleep.
"Time, please stop."
A desolate chant sounded, full of pain and hope: "Just because you are so beautiful."