Thinking about the name again, Dante suddenly felt a chill.
This is an inauspicious sign.
But now, it has become a new name for the former War Chapter think tank Kalistarius, a new name he chose himself.
At the same time, he also gave himself another title - Lord of Death.
When the scarred Kalistarius was found outside the Halesrie's nest, Dante almost thought he had heard it wrong, because he had received the news of his comrade's "sacrifice" five days ago, but he appeared here across a thousand miles away?
Dante chose to check it out in person at that time.
The result shocked him and the entire battle group.
It was indeed Kalistarius who came back, but he had changed, completely.
Become mysterious, become strange, become-
Terrible.
The blood slaves gradually gathered along the winding mountain road, and their bodies seemed so small in front of the sculptures in the niche and the broken sarcophagus around them.
The cleverly hidden speakers buzzed the soul-suppressing song, and more servants walked out of the shadows, singing to commemorate the deceased Lord, whose ivory white masks flashed under their bright red robe hoods.
As the farewell team slowly moved forward, the blood slaves on the side of the road grabbed handfuls of sand and dust, filled the stone steps in front of everyone, leveling the way forward for the deceased and sending the souls of the martyrs back to Bar.
This is a barren mountain 100 kilometers away from Hales Rich's Nest. Dante chose this as a ritual place because this peak consisting of red rocks is very similar to Barr's terrain.
In this war, more than thirty monks were killed. According to the custom of the Holy Blood Angel, their first farewell will be where they died in battle to guide their souls back to their hometown and the arms of the original body. Then their bodies will follow the battle group to return to the monastery fortress, where a second farewell will be conducted, and their bodies will be buried in the same tomb as the martyrs.
Perhaps to outsiders, this is a bit cumbersome, but it is of great significance to the angels.
Because in the end each of them will go through this process personally.
In front of the blood slave queue, the soldiers of the Second Company of the Holy Blood Angels stood solemnly, and the soldiers were wearing gorgeous armor, holding the seal of honor of the battle flag and brand new paint paintings in their hands.
The team waiting to welcome was getting closer and closer along the Yili Long Road. Candlelight swayed on the crimson armor of the warriors, illuminating the barriers on their faces - the dim light and shadow made their faces look like evil spirits.
The leader of the Holy Blood Angels Battle Team, the sage among the sages, illuminating the darkness of all directions - Commander Dante.
He was wearing a fine ceramic steel armor with flash gold, his face covered with the golden face of San Gilles, his figure showed in the shadows and his feet were full of vigor. It was completely unsightly that he had just experienced a great battle with the battle group.
But Ding was like a man who walked out of the myth, holding the weapon forged by the broken sword of the primordial body left by the Horus Rebellion - the Immortal Axe. The sharp axe blade with broken hair was ripped with flames.
The body moving forward beside him was a little low-key, and his aura became much more gloomy.
The former Holy Blood Angel think tank, now known as Mephisto, is wearing a set of temporary armor that doesn't fit well.
Originally, many people did not want him to attend this farewell ceremony, because everyone knew that he had experienced black anger-
Some say that he must have made a deal with the demon to survive, some say that this is just a ghost in the body of Kalistarius, and some say that he is the embodiment of the curse of Black Rage, which will only drag people around him into the abyss. In short, no one wants to contact him or believe him.
A very few even claimed that Mephisto should be sent to the Supreme Priest Astoris for trial, but this was the result that most people would most want to see, because Astoris, the cold, is no more respected and hated in the battle group than him.
He is respected because of his important duties and hated because his duties are always filled with the blood of his own brothers.
Because it was Astoris who was responsible for judging who among the descendants of San Gilles had been captured by the brutes of darkness, and whose mind had deteriorated to the point where he could no longer serve in the battle.
After finding the Lost, Astoris had only one decision, a fierce blow to the Lost's neck, chopping down the brother's head to end the dark and violent suffering.
Of course, this was undoubtedly an act of compassion, a relief to the cursed, but no brother could feel comfortable when Astoris was present, after all, they knew that his Forbidden Axe might one day fall on their heads.
Therefore, if Mephisto was sent to Astoris, it would undoubtedly be the sentence of his death.
The voice was immediately suppressed by Dante, the commander of the battle, with great prestige.
Only he still believes that Mephisto is still the past Kalistarius, even though something incomprehensible happened to him.
So this time he was also against the opposition and allowed Mephisto to attend the farewell ceremony, while further expressing his attitude - even if the other party changed his name, he was still their brother in the battle group.
Similar to Dante, Mephisto also stalked up and stared ahead.
But unlike Dante's flawless golden face, the pale face of the think tank was filled with contempt and coldness, as if warning all the onlookers who dared to look at him.
The long hair fluttered behind his head in the wind, reflecting the elegant silvery white, and the cold face of the knife and axe chopping stands out among the blood angels.
And his majestic temperament that dwarfed mortals also exudes inhumane beauty. His deep eyes that are unblinking are hidden in dark secrets, just like the original deity of San Gilles who appeared in a cruel nightmare.
On his waist, his power sword, Vitalus, was still hanging.
Behind the leader and the think tank was a little angel wearing a coat. Its body shape is similar to that of a baby, with a chest cavity made of slender and delicate metal ribs, and its face is blocked by ivory-colored armor with the same style as the Blood Slaves.
Its back is a pair of weak metal wings, holding a tray in its hand, supporting a large piece of polished brass: its shiny surface is engraved with obscure spells and patterns.
Two think tanks followed behind the little angel: they were wearing blue armor following dogma, and the high collars on both sides of their heads were covered with pipes, harmonizing their spiritual power.
The ancient runes on the armor show their identities, and they are Mephisto's past comrades.
The think tank that was walking in front of him was obviously older. Even among the Holy Blood Angels known for their longevity, they could be called "old". His armor was decorated with various medals and military achievements. His dazzling golden light was not much tolerated than the commander of the battle.
The carefully tailored hair and beard are silver-gray in color, and their eyes look like a pair of sapphires - a commemoration left by glimpsing the sub-space for many years.
His name is Gaius Johesilius.
Ignoring the dust thrown by the crowd, his boots covered, Ruo Selius kept staring at his commander and friend, Mephisto.
He was the first person to examine Mephisto, and only Dante and he knew the results after the examination-
From the moment he touched Mephisto, he knew that the secret would be buried in his heart forever.