On the other side of the team, the young think tank who was quickly following Jorgeselius was named Lucius Anteros. His original appearance like an archangel could be regarded as a model for the team - it was a pity that the one who occupied
The hideous scar covering half of his face was a scar left by his first recruit trial and has never been removed according to his personal wishes.
He hopes to remember the lesson of that failure forever.
The young think tank walked on the outside of the team, the long golden ponytail above his head swaying in the candlelight. Anteros and Jorgeselius, together, always stared at Mephisto who was striding forward.
Walking at the end of the queue of statue-like warriors is a Blood Angel battle brother named Albinu. This warrior's armor is decorated with glittering badges and medals, and several precious war regiment items.
The relic distinguishes him from other battle brothers and highlights his status as a high-ranking Holy Blood Priest.
There is a pile of sacrificial inscriptions on the Holy Grail hanging on his waist, and an arm-type first aid device is installed on his left hand armor - this group of vicious-looking chain saws and drills helped Albinus save the lives of many brothers in crisis.
He obtained the genetic seeds of countless fallen soldiers.
The blood slaves standing around looked at Albinus with reverence in their eyes, even equal to that of Dante.
According to rumors, sooner or later Albinu will be promoted to the Supreme Holy Blood Priest, replacing the legendary warrior Cobro who has served for five hundred years, and become the holder of the Scarlet Holy Grail.
The team stopped at the highest point of the mountain and exchanged greetings with the standing honorary guard captains.
It wasn't until the scratching sound of armor woke Mephisto out of his reverie that he realized that his soul had already traveled beyond the sky.
He followed Dante through the vault. There was originally an abandoned church on the peak. Now, thirty cold bodies are displayed in the center of the church dome: they have all been stripped of their armor, and they are much stronger than ordinary people's exaggerated muscles.
Wrapped in layers of red and gold brocade.
Albinu took the lead and confirmed that everyone's gene-seed had been removed - it would be properly kept and would continue to contribute to the Chapter.
This is part of the etiquette, and the removal operation was completed shortly after the soldiers died.
Then Albinus removed the silk wrapping the body, and the bitter chemical smell filled the small church.
After symbolically checking the cold body and muttering a few eulogies, Albino wrapped the brocade back up, stepped back, and nodded to Dante.
As Dante stepped forward, the beautiful music played by four loudspeakers spread far into the wilderness.
The blood slaves knelt down one after another, clasped their hands together, and began to pray devoutly.
Dante took the book held by the blood slave, and his finger movements on the flying pages stopped abruptly at the most appropriate chapter.
He cleared his throat, swallowed back the words he was about to say, and looked back at Mephisto.
"Recorder."
The reverberation distorted Dante's timbre.
"Are you willing to send them off personally?"
Mephisto stared intently at the corpse wrapped in layers, unable to recover from his thoughts.
Awakened by Dante's words, he looked up suddenly.
"Chapter Master?"
Dante handed over the scroll in his hand.
"This will be the last part of the farewell journey. It's your turn to highlight their past lives."
Mephisto carefully studied the chapter leader's expression, trying to find any clues of a duplicity - although he also understood that 'duplicity' was never part of Dante's way of being a man.
Realizing what happened to him, he still wanted to read the eulogy himself?
It's incredible.
Mephisto hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded and took the scroll handed out by the Chapter Leader.
"We feel futile and sad..."
His reciting voice was quiet and peaceful. As soon as the think tank's words came out, the blood slaves surrounding him fell silent - no one could have expected this final step.
In the end, it was not the great Chapter Master nor the noble Holy Blood Priest who brought the sacrificial warrior's journey to an end - it was Mephisto.
Through the bright light in the hands of the blood slave, clearly legible words were stuck in Mephisto's choked throat.
He is also doubting whether he can properly shoulder the burden of his choice?
Dante thought he was safe, but only Mephisto knew that things were not that simple.
Only he understands the price he paid in order to finally return to this world.
Is he strong enough?
Can he really become the Chapter's shadow in the rising sun?
Can he really become a shadow in their souls?
Can he stick to himself?
On the other side, Dante was also studying his actions.
With a sigh, Mephisto gently closed the book and handed it back.
Dante's eyes were filled with worry, but Mephisto put his palm on the shoulder of a fallen warrior before he could speak, and chanted softly:
"We feel the futility and sorrow for the unfortunate deceased. The blood shed sharpens the angel's blade. Martyrs never die in vain."
For the next ten minutes, Mephisto sang a eulogy for the dead from memory—he didn't need the leather-bound hymnbook.
There are few books in the Think Tank Sanctuary that he has not read through, and his memory is always accurate.
Although Dante's eyes met, Mephisto could still feel the eyes of everyone around him - they were watching his mind, waiting for him to waver.
But they are destined to be disappointed. Every time he reads a eulogy, Mephisto's voice becomes a little firmer.
During this process, Albino occasionally cast a worried glance at Dante, and the scene of the conversation between the two a day ago came to his mind again.
"Chapter Commander, what do you think? Even if he looks peaceful on the surface now, it doesn't mean that he is still complete on the inside. We all know that people who have experienced the Black Rage can never be complete again, so we must not condone him and treat him badly.
wrong?"
In the private room belonging to Dante, Albinus faced the chapter leader and shook his head gently - his attitude was very negative.
Albinu had a firmer attitude towards Mephisto, perhaps because he had seen too many brothers fall into black rage and could not extricate themselves. He insisted on imprisoning Mephisto and then sent him to Baal's Tower of Death.
It is another final destination for the lost.
Dante raised his eyebrows when faced with the attitude of the Holy Blood Priest.
"I will not 'condone' anyone in the warband, Brother Albinus, but I am not in the habit of judging battle brothers without verification."
Afterwards, the gaze of the most prestigious chapter leader in the empire towards Albinu became as sharp as a razor blade.
"Brothers, we each have our own destiny, and we each have our own burdens."
In the end, Albinus succumbed to Dante's tough attitude.
But that doesn't mean he agrees with Mephisto.
"....Candle the emperor's will, destroy the monsters in the cave..."
Mephisto's voice became louder and more confident, as if he wanted to prove something.
Under everyone's gaze, the last eulogy he recited was like a thunderous thunder, which surged along the farewell queue with the momentum of a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, shocking every heart that had doubted him.