Under the dark night sky.
Under the night sky obscured by thick smoke.
The bright light flickered again.
The old jazz crossed the sky again.
As always,
he,
Indomitable!
Standing in front of the window of the office, Turkun, who had arranged everything, had long since changed the coat that made him feel restrained, but put on a cloak, watching the old knight who turned into brilliance come towards him, the former mayor There is surprise in the long eyes.
"A blow of glory?"
Turkum whispered to himself.
Then, a look of extreme contempt appeared on his face.
"glory?"
"Oh, glory?"
"Existing in the human heart, counting on the glory of the human heart... ridiculous."
"Strength is everything that determines right and wrong!"
While whispering to himself, a thick black death energy gathered in Telkang's hands.
Then,
Did not go underground.
It's like a starting gun.
A black chain as thick as an arm flew straight out of the ground, winding towards the old jazz.
"Knew you were here."
"How could I not be prepared?"
Telkang stared at the old jazz who was about to be 'blocked' and said.
Glory strike, is it powerful
very powerful!
Has the ability to turn things around.
but,
Only one hit!
After one blow, it was wiped out.
Therefore, he deliberately prepared a similar blow.
However, the next moment, Telkang's face froze with his grasp of the winning ticket.
A small ray of light, covered by the brilliance of the old jazz, hit the black chain ahead of time.
In the light, the servant... no, Erik the 'Squire' was smiling.
"Born for glory, Mr. Knight."
Eric said with a smile.
"Die for glory, boy."
The old jazz responded, charging faster.
behind
The light goes out.
ahead,
The gun is like a dragon.
puff!
Telkang's body was penetrated, and the huge force led him to break through the wall and rush out of the house.
"impossible!"
"How could a first-order 'attendant' learn the 'Blow of Glory'!"
"This is impossible!"
Telkang roared in disbelief.
It's not just because a first-order 'attendant' has learned a 'blow of glory'.
Also because the other party should have died long ago.
It's also because he should have known such news a long time ago, and it's right to focus on it.
Undoubtedly, someone is plotting against him.
But Telkang couldn't take care of that much at the moment.
He gathered dead energy again.
He has many mysteries.
There are more than enough rituals.
As long as you give him time, he won't necessarily lose!
Unfortunately, the old jazz would not give him a chance.
"'Knight's squire' is also a 'knight'!"
The voice fell.
The spear exploded suddenly.
boom!
Telkang's body was smashed to pieces, the knight's power expelled all the dead energy, and the sublimation attack brought by the blow of glory cut off any possibility of the opponent's resurrection.
With Telkang's death, those revived 'corpses' fell down again.
The dead air that was dense like mist began to dissipate.
The old jazz floating in the sky, like a real body, began to relax.
But he ignored it.
Lord was not destroyed.
The city he guards.
still.
this,
enough.
enough.
Lowering his head, the smiling old jazz glanced at Lord for the last time, his body disintegrated directly, turning into bits of crystal-clear light, falling with the wind, and scattered all over the land of Lord.
'Beta why did you choose 'Knight'? '
'It is because of your humility, your honor, your sacrifice, your valor, your mercy, your honesty, your justice that you are a knight, is it not? '
'No, teacher, just because I am proud, nameless, selfish, cowardly, cold-blooded, dull, hypocritical, extreme, just like all human beings, so I must become a knight! '
'You know it's hard to do that? '
'Know. '
’ But, someone has to do it. '
'And do you know what such a person is called? '
'Is... a fool? '
'No! '
'yes… '
'hero! '
the wind.
Gradually subside.
The sound dissipated without a trace.
People raised their heads and looked at the dark night sky.
There is nothing there.
But there seems to be something.
And when everyone was looking up at the night sky, a figure leisurely walked into Wandou Street, and walked into No. 10 Wandou Street.
Everyone turned a blind eye to this man.
Let this person go to the underground hall.
Walking on the steps, the large cloak was dragged directly on the ground, and slipped down with the figure's downward steps.
In the light whistle, there is a good mood of the figure.
"Shhhhh!"
"Night, night, comes."
"The black lamb has danced."
"He's coming, he's coming."
"Go to bed quickly."
"Go to bed quickly."
Suddenly, the red-lit underground hall became dark.
There is a sense of withering and withering in it.
Although it returned to normal in an instant, it was discovered by Jason, whose perception was more than twice that of ordinary people.
He stepped out of the tent.
At a glance, he saw the person standing at the door of the hall wearing a large cloak that completely covered his face.
The other party also saw Jason.
"Very keen perception."
"As expected of the 'Night Watchman'."
"But sometimes, if the perception is too sharp, it's not a good thing, Jason."
The other party directly called out Jason's name.
Jason was unmoved.
Just lifted the 'Winchester Brothers' slightly and aimed their guns at each other.
"As rude as your teacher."
The other party glanced at the muzzle of the gun and commented like this, and then the other party stepped closer.
boom!
The lever-action shotgun pellets fell through the air.
Or to be precise, the other party dodged.
Jason's pupils shrank.
Although the threat of firearms to the mysterious side has become smaller, most of them are still hard to resist. This is the first time Jason has seen such a mysterious side who directly avoids bullets.
"Poor Kurtz."
"If he wasn't eager for revenge, how could he have died at your hands?"
"Jason, I want to ask you a question."
"Do you think Kurtz is right or wrong?"
The other party walked slowly while talking.
Kurtz!
The other party is that Kurtz's teacher!
Jason narrowed his eyes slightly, not hiding his killing intent.
"There is no right or wrong with Kurtz."
"but,"
"You who arranged all this, damn it!"
He sipped.
"Ah."
"It's really the same as your teacher."
"It's all so stubborn."
"And you, who are so stubborn, surely won't let me take away the 'trophy' easily?"
The other party laughed lightly.
loot
Old Sir's body
Jason immediately gripped the handle of the gun.
Wei Wei moved his footsteps, letting his body completely block the way to enter the tent.
Although,
To the humanities here.
to the geography here.
For the folk customs here.
to the power here.
He doesn't understand.
All he did was to survive.
However, he did not allow the person in front of him to desecrate the old knight's body.
It is dangerous to do so.
Even, life-threatening.
However, Jason still chose to do so.
Because, there are some things, if you see it, but treat it as if you haven't seen it...
That,
There is no point in living.
Worse than The Walking Dead.
call!
Jason took a deep breath, and put away the apparently useless 'Winchester brothers'.
He slowly put on the ice hockey mask given to him by the old Jazz, held the machete in his right hand, raised his left hand, stretched out his index finger, and gave him a hook.
"Come!"