The junior magician who led the team cursed, chanted a short spell, and then waved his hand, and a magic shield opened above his head, blocking the raindrops the size of peas. However, the junior magician was still soaked because he
The magic shield was cast on the head of the Iron-Blooded Marquis.
The junior magician chanted several more times before blessing himself with a magic shield. However, the accompanying intermediate warriors did not receive the care of the junior magician and could only raise the battle shields in their hands above their heads.
"Lord Marquis, let's find a place to take shelter from the rain first!" The junior magician raised his voice amidst the crackling rain and asked for the Iron-Blooded Marquis's opinion. Although the "Marquis" at this time no longer had a title, the junior magician still
Show respect to the Iron-Blooded Marquis and keep the Iron-Blooded Marquis’s attitude as the core.
The Marquis stared at the sky for a long time before turning around and asking: "What season is it now?"
The junior magician was stunned for a moment and replied: "Back to your Lord Marquis, spring has just begun!"
The Iron-Blooded Marquis nodded. He had already taken off his heavy equipment. He was now wearing a cloth shirt. He was an old man who had experienced many years, but he still had energy. He stood still in the wind and rain, and his majestic and powerful aura naturally spread out.
Come. He stretched out his hand to take a raindrop, put it in front of his eyes, and suddenly sighed: "This spring rain is really torrential..."
And there are no signs.
The junior magician didn't care about the Iron-blooded Marquis' sigh, but ordered the soldiers to find a place to take shelter from the rain. At this time, the team was on a winding mountain road. They wanted to take a shortcut to reach their destination quickly, but they didn't expect to encounter it.
Such a rain. After a while, a soldier luckily found an abandoned beast cave, and the team immediately hid in it.
After entering the cave, the soldiers relaxed. They lit a bonfire, dried their clothes, and baked some food. The junior magicians and soldiers did not pay too much attention to the rain. They cursed the sudden change in the weather.
On the other hand, I wholeheartedly enjoy the rare rest time.
But at this moment, the Iron-Blooded Marquis stood up and waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.
The junior magician didn't know what the Iron-Blooded Marquis wanted to do or say, but he still waved quietly behind the Iron-Blooded Marquis, signaling the soldiers to follow the Iron-Blooded Marquis's instructions. The last bit of whispering stopped, and everyone's ears
All that was left was the sound of violent falling rain.
The Iron-Blooded Marquis stood quietly, doing nothing.
Ten minutes later, the junior magician finally couldn't hold it any longer and whispered: "My Lord Marquis, what are you doing..."
"We have a guest."
The Iron-Blooded Marquis replied, with a strange look on his face, and said: "He is...on his way. No...he has already arrived."
The junior magician became alert and asked: "Who is it?"
The Iron-Blooded Marquis did not speak. He cast his gaze straight ahead. The moment his gaze was drawn, a figure emerged from it.
The robe with the holy light shining, and the darkness under the hood that is completely contrary to the holy light, is Isrian.
Powerful coercion immediately filled the entire cave. Except for the Iron-Blooded Marquis, everyone else knelt down on one knee. However, it was not their will, but the instinct of their bodies. They could only surrender in front of the extremely powerful existence.
The Iron-Blooded Marquis' eyes were complicated. A trace of anger sprang up from his pupils, only to be extinguished in the next moment. Repeatedly, he finally did not have the courage to indulge this trace of anger.
Isrian's voice sounded, and there was no wave in the ancient well: "The person chosen by my Lord, we meet again."
The corners of the Iron-Blooded Marquis' eyes trembled slightly, but his entire face remained tense - he chose to remain silent.
The sound of falling rain was deafening.
When Isrian's voice sounded again, the pause was particularly long for the Iron-Blooded Marquis.
The holy light on the ten-winged angel flashed, and he said: "I'm sorry, you don't have the right to choose."
The Iron-Blooded Marquis's face quickly turned gray. After a long time, he exhaled a mixed breath from his lungs and asked softly: "Is it the great God of Light who wants to kill me, or you?"
"It seems that you know too much."
There was a trace of extremely human playfulness in Isrian's voice as he said: "In this case, even if my Lord is tolerant to you, I cannot allow your consciousness to continue, including the imprint in your soul."
"..."
Silence again.
Time passed slowly, but it was so fast that he was caught off guard. Finally, the Iron-Blooded Marquis slowly leaned down and knelt on his knees. He put his forehead on the damp ground, and the cold touch was transmitted to his brain, freezing his consciousness a little.
.His neck was not covered at all, waiting for death to come.
"I understand." His voice suddenly became old and couldn't get any older.
Under the throne of the God of Light, the ten-winged angels responsible for punishing heretics should have no mercy. But in front of the Iron-Blooded Marquis, he uttered a long sigh that did not belong to an angel: "Fate..."
After speaking, the holy light was used as a blade, and blood flowed out.
Isrian finally executed the Iron-Blooded Marquis and crushed his soul into dust.
After the Iron-Blooded Marquis, there were the junior magicians and a group of intermediate warriors present. They were just dispensable burial objects, but they had to die.
After dealing with what needed to be dealt with, Isrian waved his hand again, and what he waved was not the usual holy light, but a light blue flame. The flame adhered to the cave wall and spread around in an instant, covering all traces in the cave.
Destroyed, including the corpses of the Iron-Blooded Marquis and dozens of "burial objects".
“Well done.”
The sudden voice sounded, but it did not surprise Isrian. The owner of this voice then stepped out of the void. He was wearing dark blue armor, his face was sharp and handsome, and he was elegant.
Starfall.
In fact, he and Isrian came here together, but the Iron-Blooded Marquis could detect Isrian, but not him.
Isrian bowed to Xingyun and said: "If we don't get rid of him, I'm afraid my lord will see something from him."
"I see……"
Xingyun nodded and said: "That's why you handed him over to Duwa. What Phobos saw was that this man was in Duwa's hands. If he died, it was Duwa who killed him and it had nothing to do with you."
Isrian nodded.
"Then why did you find me?"
Xingyun looked very interested and said: "If you cooperate with me, Phobos will soon find out that the ten-winged angel under him has run under someone else's chair. Ha... I can't guarantee that he won't
What kind of things will you do out of anger?"
Regarding Xingyun's words, Isrian nodded frankly and admitted. Then he explained: "Sooner or later, my Lord will be able to see through my heart. Instead of doing this, it is better to cooperate with you. Only you can give me shelter. And... my wish
, which is consistent with your goals, this is the reason why I am willing to be loyal to you."
Hearing this, Xingyun looked thoughtful. His expression was slightly rich, not like what a god should look like at all. In contrast, in front of him, Isrian, with the holy light rippling, looked more like a god.
After a while, Xingyun put on an "I've thought about it" expression, looked back and forth on Isrian several times, and said: "You are of no use to me, but I will protect you, haha, a
The angel who can betray is really interesting. I want to see how far you can go. Are you ready?"
At this time, Isrian took off the hood on his head, revealing his face. Different from the appearance he showed to the person who prophesied when he was in the Silent Realm, his true appearance is actually a ball of human-shaped, flashing objects.
Light.
He took a deep breath, as if he was about to face something extremely important. There was indeed nothing more important than changing the owner. After an unknown amount of time, he nodded to Xingyun with difficulty.
A light flashed in Xingyun's eyes and he said, "Are you hesitating?"
Isrian laughed dryly and said, "Yes."
"This is your own decision, but you hesitated."
"because……"
The light man wrapped in holy light seemed to pause for a moment before saying: "Because courage cannot penetrate the future."
"Are other angels sighing at me?"
Xingyun stared at Isrian and said something in a sneer tone. But he did not continue and said instead: "I don't plan to waste time, otherwise I will be in trouble when the moon comes out."
Isrian finally stopped hesitating and knelt down on one knee towards Xingyun.
This is more than a ritual.
Xingyun stretched out his hand and placed it on the head of the light man in front of him. Flashing white divine symbols emerged one after another. They surrounded Isrian's head and moved up little by little.
A golden block-shaped object was brought out by divine symbols, separated from Isrian's head, and fell into the hands of Xingyun. And Isrian's body also disappeared without a trace the moment the golden block-shaped object was peeled off.
This golden block-shaped object is not only the micro-godhead of Isrian, it belongs to the light god Phobos, and it also belongs to the core of life of Isrian. It is like the human heart and the core of the devil.
Under the control of Xingyun, the micro-godhead decomposed bit by bit and turned into golden divine symbols. These are the rules of light represented by the God of Light, although they are only a small part of them. The golden divine symbols just appeared, and then
He immediately rushed out, but was stopped by the white divine symbols controlled by Xingyun, and was assimilated bit by bit into the rules represented by Xingyun's priesthood.
The heavy rain outside the cave has not stopped, and the sky is getting darker.
Xingyun had to speed up the process. Although he was not afraid of the God of Light and did not even mind starting a divine battle with the God of Light, if the cause was an angel, Xingyun would not be happy anyway.
Fortunately, before the fusion of Shuangyang was completed, Xingyun had reorganized Isrian's micro-godhead. The golden micro-godhead was turned into flawless white, and the rules of light in it also became the rules represented by Xingyun's priesthood.
He placed the godhood in front of him, and a white blade of light automatically condensed. In a sense, Isrian died not long ago and was reborn later.
Isrian knelt down on one knee to Xingyun again and whispered: "My Lord."
The moon was just forming in the rainy night, and Xingyun seemed to hear an angry roar coming from it.
He raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I just realized now that in this dimension, the God of Light actually built the gate of the Kingdom of God on the moon, which is a bit interesting."