"Ah, oh," Carlos had never seen the real sacrifice scene, even though he was said to be in the Sixth District without a job, and was overwhelmed by this shocking nausea on the spot, "I feel... terrible."
Aldo didn't have time to pay attention to him at this time, and he held the dagger tightly at his waist: "I think you need an explanation, Lard... respected Mr. Priest."
"Well, I have a different opinion about this." Lalder stretched his arms, and the blood printed on the wall seemed to flow, and the whole room was filled with blood.
Carlos was almost stunned by the familiar sense of restraint—it was a feeling similar to entering the "world" of difu.
Aldo turned back and closed the door of the secret room.
Lard cannot be allowed to go out alive. At this moment, he is terribly calm. For the temple, it is indeed a big scandal for the sword-wielding priest to practice sorcery and attempt to sacrifice the life of a young hunter, but the premise is that this "young hunter" I, am not a Difu-Human hybrid.
Even if a human commits a heinous crime, in front of a hybrid, it will become the human's own business. Aldo knew that all his reputation and future were based on a false lie—he was the son of a prostitute, his father was ominous, and his mother died of a serious illness. Because of his talent, he was picked up by a kind archbishop to raise him.
Although this background is disgraceful, it is not enough to arouse people's hostility, and it can even earn a little sympathy points, but if...
He pulled out the short-hilted sword at his waist inch by inch—it was uniformly distributed by the temple. He did not have the family background of Carlos, and he could ask his elder brother to send a sword engraved with the family emblem from thousands of miles away. The things are all spelled out by himself, and right now, this glory is crumbling and may fall apart at any time.
The moment Carlos saw Lard, unreliable solutions such as "go to the archbishop" and "rush out from here to expose this guy's hypocrite mask" appeared in his mind, until he saw Aldo closing the door.
The blond boy's face was pale, but his gray eyes gleamed with a cold and determined killing intent. In the secret room full of bloody smell, his handsome features looked almost ferocious.
Without any words or gestures, Carlos, his partner for many years, understood in an instant that Aldo really wanted to kill the man in front of him.
This made the young brave hunter feel a rare sense of timidity. Carlos had killed countless difu and participated in countless battles, but he had never harmed a... human.
He hesitated, but Aldo had already rushed forward.
A bloody vortex rolled up in the secret room, blocking Aldo's face, and a bloody paw protruded from the middle, grabbing at Aldo's chest at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye. Aldo dodged swiftly, There were five finger holes in the clothes on the chest.
He slashed across with the short hilted sword, and was caught by the claw. Aldo stepped on the ground firmly, and suddenly roared "Ah", the sleeve was rolled up by an invisible blade, and a hole was torn open, revealing the strong muscles inside. There was a crisp sound, and the joints of the claws were damaged.
Aldo pulled out the short-hilted sword abruptly, raised his hands and slashed down vertically. The claws were chopped off by the roots, turning into a blood mist and disappearing, and the blood mist rolled back to Lard's side like boiling water. , Aldo looked up and saw that he had turned into a monster.
Lalder's limbs swelled, his chest was bulged, and there were fangs in it. Only the face with a pale smile hung on it disproportionately. The head, which was originally larger than ordinary people, was like a nail. A bean on the fist.
"The youngest gold medalist, candidate for the next archbishop," screamed from the bean-like head, "but I'm crushing you like an ant now!"
"Just try it." Aldo said coldly.
The huge sickle, which was longer than Aldo's whole body, slashed down. Aldo held it with a dagger, and the floor tiles under his feet cracked.
"Carl! What are you doing in a daze!"
Carlos didn't know when he went around to the middle of the secret room, only one step away from the flower that was actually still black, but he froze there - he saw the bone box under the flower stand.
The epee around him made an uneasy "buzzing" sound.
"Do you really think," Lard pressed the scythe down another three inches, Aldo's knees began to tremble, and he was forced to bend a little, "that brat can deal with the already red Swamp Flower?"
Beads of sweat on the forehead rolled into Aldo's eyes. He blinked quickly, raised his eyebrows and looked at this crazy-looking guy, feeling more and more ominous in his heart—this guy has been under the illusion, who is it
Who left that diary? Who brought them here? Who opened the door of the chamber of secrets? Who made this fool believe he'd got the red Swamp Flower
correct! Human bone box!
"Card… "
He only had time to utter a sound, but Carlos had already raised his epee, and slashed down on the flower stand and the human bone box below with unstoppable force. The muscles and bones on the protruding wrist were clearly defined, and a violent energy swept across the entire secret room in an instant. Aldo seemed to hear a scream in a trance. Afterwards, the giant limbs and fangs on Lard's body were like falling mirrors at the same time. It shattered, the gravity on his head was gone, and the sickle fell to the ground with a bang.
Lard fell to the ground and rolled painfully. Every time he rolled, he would lose a layer of flesh and blood, just like a pig that has been skinned and ready to be slaughtered.
This is the backlash of sacrifice.
Carlos' heavy sword pierced through the immature Swamp Flower and landed straight on the bone box, the sword and the box burst open at the same time.
At this moment, the epee in Carlos's hand had an incredible change—Aldo saw that the scabbard in his hand became transparent in the air bit by bit, and then disappeared, while the scabbard on the hilt The Flaret family crest seemed to have been roasted by high temperature, leaving only one side out of thin air.
The figure of the familiar boy blurred for a moment, and Aldo even had the illusion that he had grown taller suddenly.
The human bone box rolled twice and fell to the ground. A gray mist came out of it and floated in the air. It was vaguely in the shape of a person, rolling in the air in pain. There seemed to be a gap cut out by a sword on the body. The ground, with a strong killing intent, and the boy looked at each other from a distance.
Carlos suddenly laughed, and he said softly, "If my ancestors can decapitate you and seal them up, then I can let you experience it again."
The young man's voice was imperceptibly low, and there was a biting coldness in it. Aldo had never seen Carlos like this before, and couldn't help asking: "What is that?"
When this great enemy was in front of him, Carlos turned his head and looked at him with a complex and deep gaze that Aldo had never seen before, showing a bitter and nostalgic smile.
"A... dear old enemy." Carlos said, ignoring the whirlwind of gray fog behind him, allowing it to penetrate straight through his body.
"Carl!" Aldo's hands were cold at the time, and he caught Carlos' body. Carlos was as cold as if he had just been fished out of the winter river, and even his eyes, which were always favored by the sun, were cold. Showing tired, cold eyes.
"It's so realistic." Aldo heard the person in his arms grunt, then tilted his head, and passed out leaning on his arm.
After the gray mist penetrated Carlos' body, it submerged into the body of Lard, who was still screaming with only bones left, as if a torch had been thrown into the swamp, and Lard's body jumped up. Flames a few meters high.
Aldo pressed his hand on Carlos's chest and felt the slight ups and downs there. He was relieved, picked up Carlos, carried his epee on his back, and quickly checked the traces of the two people. When he was almost burned to the heel, he ran out in big strides.
When the explosion sounded, Aldo couldn't help but look back. In the blood-stained secret room, there seemed to be a face looking at him.
The chamber of secrets was about to collapse, and when Aldo passed through the narrow door sideways, a mist stretched out, quietly rolled into the corner of his robe, and a gold medal fell, covered by the roar, but Aldo did not hear it.
The residence of the temple priests was burnt down and people died inside.
The news spread throughout the temple before the early hours of the next day, and Aldo, who hid in his room with Carlos, carefully observed his back in front of the unclear mirror until he was sure that there was no trace of it. After seeing the traces, he breathed a sigh of relief, and put on new clothes as if nothing had happened.
Turning around, he found that Carlos was already awake, lying on the bed, staring at him motionless.
Not paying attention to his strange expression, Aldo said quickly: "Listen, Lard is dead, and now the temple is blocking news, internal investigation, even the teacher was alarmed, but we didn't leave anything behind, don't be nervous, There are no redundant wounds on the corpse, even if they inspect the scene, they can only conclude that the venerable priest was backlashed by his own magic circle."
Carlos looked at him silently.
Aldo walked around the room a few times, then sat on the edge of the bed, looked directly into Carlos' eyes, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, I've dealt with all the clothes on you. The night I spent in my room, the two of us didn't go anywhere."
Carlos remained silent.
"No, you can't say that." Aldo stood up and thought carefully for a while, "You can't say that we are together, otherwise if there is a problem, no one can escape. Once we are questioned separately, it is easy to be questioned. Hmm … Let me think about it, don’t panic, yes, it’s the middle of the night, everyone should be sleeping in their own room, this is normal, most people can’t prove it… Yes, remember, just say you are in your own room, I don’t know anything, as long as I agree with most people’s answers—by the way, I saw that thing pass through your body yesterday, did you get hurt? Are you okay?”
Carlos laughed silently.
He was accidentally trapped in memory, and was inspired by the fighting spirit when he faced Satan in the bone box. The ultimate demon and the son of light, as lifelong enemies, let his spiritual power override the shadow demon in an instant, and he was taken from the boy's body Woke up in Li Teng, and now looking at this not very authentic old man in front of him, he felt a little bit out of harmony.
"I'm fine," he pushed Aldo's hand and sat up. "Fine—where's my sword?"
"Oh, I put it on the bedside."
"Hmm..." Carlos thought for a while, and decided to try out what happened to Aldo, so he asked deliberately, "It's strange, why are my scabbard and the family crest on the handle missing?"
"last night… "
What was last night? Aldo couldn't continue. He did remember that those things were still there before night, but they disappeared mysteriously when he came out of the secret room... But when he thought about it, it didn't seem like that. He vaguely had another impression, like Carlos's The scabbard was picked up by himself and stuffed into something.
Where is it stuck
However, Aldo was stunned for less than a second, and stopped worrying about this matter, and said in a hurry: "Forget about the scabbard problem, I will have someone make another one for you later—clear what I just said Is it? Listen to Karl, I have a bad feeling about this time, someone led us to that place yesterday, someone cast an illusion on Lard, I don't know what his purpose is, but... "
"You'll be fine." Carlos interrupted him lightly.
He looked at Aldo in front of him, his brows were green, he was obviously worried, but he still pretended to be calm. Now this young man is still a young beast, he has learned to hide his emotions, but he has not yet tempered his ability to be flattered. I have learned to be cunning and thoughtful, but I still lack some fire.
Carlos couldn't help laughing, thinking: He's still a kid.
Aldo was taken aback, and before he had time to say anything, the door was slammed crazily: "Leo! Leo!"
Aldo glanced at Carlos, but the other party refused his eye contact, and just quietly leaned against the head of the bed, fingers on his epee without the shell and stem, as if a little tired, with an expression on his face. indifferent. His wrist and a part of his arm were exposed from the wide sleeve, and there was a very deep scar extending all the way to the wrist bone, but it was covered under the sleeve after only a flash.
Aldo opened the door, and a hunter hurried in: "Did you hear that the sword-wielding priest is dead!"
Aldo had already adjusted his expression, showing a timely and believable astonishment: "Oh..."
"It was chopped into two pieces, and then the body was burned, including the priest's mansion!"
This time Aldo was really shocked: "What?!"
"The Archbishop and the others are here, anyway, go and have a look, and I'll notify the others."
Aldo saw off the guests with a heavy heart, and when he closed the door and walked in, Carlos asked casually, "Who's here? Gal?"
He can only remind him again and again—if Aldo is really involved in the drama too deeply, outsiders will not be able to wake him up, and he can only come out of the memory by himself.
"...It's Cruise." Sure enough, Aldo didn't notice at all, Carlos said a name he hadn't heard before, and he stood by the window for a while, closing his eyes fiercely, Said in a deep voice, "Cruise said that Lard was killed and his body was cut into two pieces. It's really troublesome. Someone set the blame on purpose. After a while... anything may happen, you'd better be mentally prepared. Do your best to cope."
He pretended to be calm, but he was obviously not that calm, otherwise he wouldn't even have noticed Carlos' overly calm reaction, and walked towards the square where many people had gathered in a daze.
Carlos had no choice but to drag his epee, wrap it in a cloth casually, and put it in his waist.
He secretly sighed and followed up—what to do, this guy is really too into the drama.