When the "legendary" Archbishop Alfred appeared in front of everyone again, the word that modified him almost became "bizarre".
Fortunately, the temple is a place where "strange things happen every year, especially this year". Although everyone was a little frightened for a while, it was not too much to accept.
When the four of them left the temple and the underground palace with different thoughts, they realized that the sky had already darkened.
Sculler could no longer support himself, half of his body was leaning against Louis, and he was helped away by Louis to rest as soon as he came out.
Mr. Goode stretched his waist, and said to Gal: "If it's convenient, can I drop by the ancient priest who is staying at your house tonight?"
The current archbishop has a huge beer belly, and he basically reached his heavyweight alone. Under the action of gravity, it is easy to form a calm and unmoving aura—such as Garfield—and now, Mr. Good even Al The big bishop has seen it all, and even if someone tells him that the person who lives in Gall's house is Carlos himself, he will not be surprised.
Gal dialed the landline of his house, but no one answered. He sighed and thought it was expected—compared with the mysterious and majestic Archbishop Al, who fit people's imagination, the ancient Priest is a bit too outrageous.
Given that they haven't returned from their wanderings until now, Gall thinks that Mr. John Smith is likely to be seduced by an ice cream parlor or video arcade.
So he called Evan again, three times in full, but no one answered.
Gal had no choice but to turn his head and say to the archbishop: "I can't contact them for the time being, and I may not be home yet, so I suggest you find a place to have some dinner first."
Archbishop Goode laughed: "The cheese and blueberry pie at the 'Temple One Day Tour Restaurant' has always been one of the top ten delicacies in Sara State. We don't have many opportunities to eat it by ourselves. Why don't we take advantage of today?"
The two of them just ate cheese with jam without any pressure, and poor Evan was desperately performing life and death on the ice.
He slipped and almost rolled down the narrow steps. The ice sword John gave him also fell. Fortunately, the steps were in a spiral shape, and the rolled sword was caught by the next step. It picked it up again, and before it had time to breathe a sigh of relief, it saw John make a frightening move—the abyss jackal had already chased him, but this guy stopped in a hurry.
Then, the ice under his feet suddenly turned into a huge rotating slide—they just saw it in the children's playground of the shopping mall this afternoon. Evan, who was thrown into the ground, whistled: "Run, buddy! If I stay in a daze again, I will be smashed into meatloaf... Cough cough cough."
That fragile coughing sound can't hide the reality that he is having fun on the rotating slide...
The bottom of the slide is not very optimistic, there is no buffer ocean ball, only the cold lake water, but John doesn't care, the speed of the swirling lake water condensing into an ice ladder is always faster than his faster and faster descent.
Evan gritted his teeth, like a stupid turtle slipping on the ice, he struggled to get up, and a layer of sweat formed on his forehead.
And the abyss jackal obviously doesn't like the children's playground. With a roar, it began to hit the frame of the "ice slide" with its huge body-although the thing is not as fragile as it looks, the ice slag is still scattered in the impact. Seeing it, Evan was terrified.
John's voice came from below: "What am I doing? Don't waste time! Don't run!"
With a "boom", the entire slide was shattered, and a large piece of shattered ice hit John's head in the air.
Evan screamed in surprise—even if the ice is lighter than water, such a large piece is enough to smash Mr. Priest into a priest pie. He felt his heart in his throat, and quickly lay down, leaning on the edge of the ice stairs, nervously look down.
When the ice was about to touch John's beautiful head, it suddenly turned into water. At the same time, all the ice at the feet of the jackal in the abyss exploded, and the entire lake, except that it did not conform to physical principles, was still hanging high. Beyond the steps at Evan's feet, everything was instantly swallowed by the icy lake water.
"John!"
Evan yelled at the top of his voice, but John didn't respond, but the water shook violently, and a huge creature emerged from below—God! The abyss jackal is much bigger than before!
There must be agar in the body of this thing, and it will swell as soon as it soaks!
However, the moment the abyss jackal got out of the water, the water on its body suddenly condensed into ice, and it was frozen into an ice sculpture.
John's head was finally exposed on the lake. He reached out and grabbed a piece of ice floe, and waved vigorously at Evan: "Aim at the back of its neck, aim! Jump!"
Evan's legs were trembling like sifting chaff, he tightly grasped the ice sword in his hand, and fidgeted on a high place... Aiming at the back of the neck
How to align after jumping? He can't "walk on air"! The possibility of poking the ass/butt or tail of the abyss jackal is relatively high, right
"Evan, what are you still dawdling about!" The ice layer covering the abyss jackal is cracking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the thick ice layer can hardly seal this big guy.
At this tense moment, Evan suddenly felt a urge to urinate in his heart, and he really wanted to show him to death.
"For the sake of the battered roof of the temple, stop staring at it languishingly, and do something!" John yelled.
Evan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and jumped up with a scream: "Ah—"
Then he was as straight as a wooden stick, holding his mighty ice sword, waving his fangs and claws and doing an octopus dance in the air... He passed by the jackal of the abyss, and sank into the water with a plop.
There was a burst of bubbles on the surface of the water.
John's face, which was blue with cold, finally showed a horrible expression.
Nail the prey so that he can't poke it. Such a talented partner really has great significance in helping him open a new chapter in John's wonderful life.
Mr. Evan Gorado, you are truly a great pioneer across the ages!
John knew that as an excellent hunter, he shouldn't think so, but right now, apart from the word "help", there really was no word to describe his grief and indignation.
He suddenly had a little resonance with Louis: Why did the temple allow this kind of guy to graduate? Is the current archbishop out of his mind? !
At the same time, the abyss jackal finally let out a roar and broke free from John's shackles. The huge shards of ice burst on it, and it raised its head to the sky and thawed out.
The abyss jackal that was almost frozen into ice was furious. The next moment, it opened its bloody mouth and bent down to bite John who was lying on the water.
John sighed, and the water around him suddenly receded to the sides, forming a small ice surface under his feet, just enough for him to stand on. There was an ice sword in John's hand, and blood and water fell from the wound on his chest together. He stood upright, but his whole body showed a sharp and murderous look.
Just when he was about to meet the sharp teeth of the abyss jackal, the huge body of the abyss jackal suddenly twitched, as if he had suffered some severe pain, he threw his body hysterically and fell into the water Evan was thrown out.
Although John didn't figure out what was going on, it didn't stop him from making a quick decision—an ice circle formed under the abyss jackal, firmly fixed it inside, and the ice ladder hanging in the air was straight Tilting down, it drew a sharp blade in the air, and precisely penetrated the throat of the abyss jackal.
This time, the beast didn't even bark, and went back to hell to meet Satan.
As soon as the owner of the "Boundary" died, it immediately shattered, and the dense fog and black abyss disappeared instantly, while the body of the abyss jackal floated on a piece of ice, and it had returned to the size of an ordinary jackal.
Palely, John pressed the torn wound, panting for a while, and then went to check the body of the abyss jackal. When he saw the ice sword protruding from its buttocks and pushing its tail up... fell silent.
Then John turned to Evan, who was struggling to climb up to the other side of the ice with a complex expression.
"I meant you to find the neck thorn," John said quietly.
"I... I didn't align." Evan said shamefully, explaining in a low voice, "But I fell into the water and hit its tail, was swept by its tail a few times, and choked on the water , I just remember stabbing the ice sword on it..."
"Well, you stabbed it." John scratched the body of the abyss jackal with his toes, and said with a more complicated expression, "You stabbed its ass/eye."
Evan: "…"
John gave a short laugh, but his body suddenly swayed, and he knelt down on the ice.
"Oh my god! How do you..." Evan rolled up and climbed up. Before he could stand still, he saw the blood flowing from the torn wound on the opponent's chest, so before he could finish a sentence, his legs melted into pieces. Noodles, limp and fainted on the ice.
Exhausted, John fell down on the ice, suppressing the fishy smell rising from his throat, and summing up his whole day's itinerary with bitterness—it was a fucking fulfilling and meaningful day.
Gale, who was enjoying the cheese pie, called Evan again during the meal, but learned that the other party had turned off the phone. He shrugged, closed the phone, and said to Mr. Goode: "I was so excited just now, unexpectedly I forgot to ask about the sword-wielding priest of Archbishop Al, by the way, I also forgot to ask about Carlos."
Mr. Good thought for a while: "There will be a chance to see the archbishop again, but about your ancestors, wouldn't it be the same to ask the priest?"
"That's right," Gal laughed, "Actually, I still fancied that John was Carlos."
Mr. Goode paused: "Why not? It's not impossible."
"Louis said that Carlos has never served as a sword-wielding priest," Gal said, "and subjectively... I can't see any similarities between him and the statue in Adorat Cemetery."
"In your mind, what kind of person should Carlos be?"
Gal thought for a while: "Even if he doesn't look like the warrior in the cemetery, he should at least be similar to Archbishop Al. He doesn't talk much, is distant and polite, making it difficult for people to get close, so he has to worship... Of course, I still think that Smith Mister is cuter, you'll know when you see him, it's unbelievable that the Temple has ever had such a young and lively priest, and he's very likable... like a living person."
Like a living person.
Gal thought of Aldo's cold gray eyes, sweeping everyone... even the barrier core, there was an obvious indifference hidden in his eyes.
Gal thought in another way, if he woke up and was suddenly told that it was a thousand years later, even if he wished to act smarter and calmer, and try to be as calm as possible, he would still be full of desire for exploration and enthusiasm for the new world. Novelty.
As for Archbishop Altar, he didn't even want to look at it.
Even if this is the world he guards from life to death, and from death to life.
Gal suddenly felt that apart from the enchantment, Archbishop Al's life had no meaning left.