Chapter 63 The End and the Beginning (Twenty-Five Boys)
Roen, Backlund, Holy Wind Cathedral.
This was the former headquarters of the Church of Storms and the bridgehead of the Four Emperors' War in the Fourth Age. Although it has been downgraded to the cathedral of Backlund Diocese, its status is still superior to other churches, and is even vaguely related to the Abyss of Storm on Pasu Island.
can be compared
At this time, Alger Wilson stood under the broad dome decorated with murals composed of blue, silver, turquoise, golden and other colors. He was oppressed by the sacred majesty surrounding the church. He lowered his head unconsciously and truly felt that he was
of insignificance.
Ace Snake, the "Singer of God" who was previously implicated in the Chillingos incident, also reappeared in the church's formal events. His square face was stagnant, and it was difficult to see any emotion.
The archbishop, who was wearing a gorgeous robe embroidered with waves and wind patterns, raised his chin slightly, and the emotions in his silver eyes were suppressed and heavy.
"Guardians of the storm, according to the news sent back by the ascetic monks in the temple, the evil that was defeated by our Lord with thunder in the past is about to move again. The abyssal bastards headed by the Beria family have invaded various coastal cities. This is what we and
The latest news confirmed by Nighthawks."
"Among you are the punishers who are permanently stationed in the city, and there are also 'captains' who are willing to pretend to be pirates for their beliefs regardless of their own reputation. I hope that you can return to your posts, not be trapped by this failure, and do your best.
Use all your strength to resist the infiltration of demons and crush these evil heads. Their lives are your best chance to prove your piety to the Lord."
"Everyone, this is your opportunity to feel the Lord further, and it is your opportunity to get closer to the Lord's great throne..."
The archbishop's rich voice echoed in the empty church with the blessing of the wind, rumbling like thunder, making Alger's eardrums ache, and the complaining thoughts in his mind became more and more scattered.
He had previously obtained relevant information from His Highness Edmund, and it was far more specific than the ambiguous information given by the church.
The demons headed by the Beria family are not seeking to infiltrate their own forces at all, but are planning a more terrifying advent ceremony to target the fallen angels behind them!
"An opportunity to further experience the Lord. Oh, those who are qualified to perform similar rituals. The weakest demons are all sequence six. The strongest captain floating on the sea is just a newly promoted 'Wind Blessed'. After all, these opportunities are still
Leave it to those who are more respected as punishment substitutes." Although Alger was dissatisfied, he was still very "reverent" and right-clicked his chest with other participants.
"Praise the storm!"
"Praise the storm!" Ace Snake opened his arms and sang like a hug. His deep voice penetrated the soul, and he was worthy of his name as "Singer of God".
Praise the storm... Alger recited it silently in his heart, feeling the coldness coming from under his collarbone. The corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, and his deep blue eyes cast their gaze on the clear blue stone bricks under their feet.
When he saw the expression on his face through the reflection, he was suddenly startled and hurriedly restrained his thoughts that were gradually diverging.
............
"Derrick, be careful. Even an extraordinary person can't survive if a city wall of dozens of meters falls." Joshua relied on his good eyesight as a 'warrior' to vaguely see the 'thin' thing lingering on the edge of the city wall.
The figure raised the animal skin lantern in his hand a little higher.
Warm light illuminated Derrick's green face. He quickly withdrew his gaze and turned towards the temporary captain who was responsible for guiding his patrol this time.
"Captain Joshua, I heard that there are no flying monsters nearby. Why are we still patrolling the city wall? Aren't the general patrols stationed near Silver City?"
"Who knows, this is the rule set by the former chief. It seems that some monsters that looked like giant dragons appeared at that time. We suffered certain losses because we did not set up early warning on the city wall." Yueshu, wearing red gloves,
Ya clenched the dagger in his hand and counted the faint lights floating in the distance one by one. He did not turn sideways until he confirmed that all team members were safe and sound.
"In fact, setting up sentries on the city wall is not useless. There are fewer monsters here, which is more suitable for newcomers like you who have just reached age. Moreover, you can indeed see further than the patrols below. If an accident occurs, you can quickly provide support.
"
A monster that looks like a giant dragon... Derrick, who was attracted by this piece of information, did not listen carefully to what Joshua said. Instead, he considered it and asked less directly:
"Captain Joshua, were there any giant dragons near Silver City before?"
"How is it possible? Although I have graduated from general school for so many years, I still remember that our place originally belonged to the radiation range of the Giant King's Court. How could there be a giant dragon?" Joshua thought briefly and directly
Denied this possibility, "You are young and may not be aware that we in Silver City generally need to walk east for a long time to collect usable 'psychoanalyst' characteristics. Only there are some traces of the dragon civilization left there, and some
The existence of the dragon monster.”
Because of the lessons brought about by the adventurous behavior, Silver City changed its exploration method a long time ago, from a solitary exploration that drove straight in one direction to an exploration model that centered on Silver City and radially explored surrounding city-states.
Although this improved the survival probability of the exploration team, it also made it difficult for Silver City to find extraordinary characteristics and materials other than the "Warrior" path. After all, as a city that evolved from the original Silver Kingdom under the rule of the Giant King's Court, they were almost in a
The very center of giant power.
"In fact, you don't have to worry about the so-called dragon monster. According to my understanding, the last time I encountered that situation was when the former chief gave the order. Now patrolling the city wall is just a formality." Joshua looked at it.
As Derrick became more and more silent, he thought that what he said had frightened the young man who had just lost his parents, and he couldn't help but feel relieved.
Derrick looked at the temporary captain with concern written all over his face, who was constantly pulling up handfuls of weeds like human hair from the cracks at the top of the city wall and adding them to the lantern, and honestly expressed his thoughts:
"I'm not scared, I just remembered the three-headed dragon I heard about some time ago. I heard that some people died because they prayed to this unknown evil god."
The three-headed dragon... Joshua, who was adding fuel to the gradually dimming animal skin lantern, suddenly hesitated and raised his head with a strange expression.
"Where did you little guy know that?"
Seeing the cheeks of the young man in front of him gradually turn red, before Derrick could respond, he couldn't help but smile and took the initiative to ignore the topic.
"You must have gone to the black market secretly, right? Abel was caught two days ago."
"That is an unknown existence in a city-state discovered by Elder Lovia a long time ago. A strange evil god who clearly has the image of a dragon, but weaves his name in Elvish language."
"How long has it been? Why do people still take that seriously? It is because of this kind of behavior that we have not been able to get a response from the Creator."
Derrick, who had already learned something in the Tarot Club, took a few glances at Joshua's expression and roughly figured out the other person's intention to obscure the situation. He stopped asking questions and returned to patrolling honestly.
middle.
But in a corner that he didn't know, the elder Lovia who was just mentioned was lurking in the shadows on the other side of the city wall, with his red lips mumbling words, and the obscure Elvish honorific name accurately pointed to its corresponding existence.
The air around her suddenly stopped flowing, and a huge dragon-shaped head slowly climbed out of the shadows, with a mixture of madness and clarity in its eyes.
............
On the steam locomotive leading to Backlund, a tall and tall man returned to his box, took off the gold-rimmed glasses from the bridge of his nose, and placed them casually on the corner of the table.
He stared blankly at the half-length mirror hanging in the box, looking at his bookish appearance, dark red eyes, and relatively tight skin, and his vision gradually blurred.
Under the movement of the skin surface, the dark red pupils gradually turned into dark gray. The bookish aura often seen in scholars slowly faded away, and what emerged instead were deep eyes, and the composure and ability of a soldier.
Dunn Smith touched his receding hairline with a little regret, took a few steps back, and sat on the soft bed in the box.
With the help of the elegant-speaking His Majesty Edmund, Dunn easily obtained a sufficiently authentic certificate of identity, and obtained a piece of equipment that, although slightly flawed, had almost negligible side effects and could completely change his face.
of sealed objects.
It is a seemingly ordinary gold-framed eye that can completely change the face of the wearer. Its side effect is that it makes people easily tired and wants to sleep, but this is almost impossible for a senior "sleepless person"
not a problem.
The only thing that needs to be noted about this sealed object is that once the glasses are removed from the user's face, the disguise of the changed face will also be removed, which will not last long.
Dunn touched the identity certificate that he had neatly folded and placed in his formal pocket through his thicker windbreaker, and for no apparent reason, he remembered His Highness's skill in this area.
"This identity is as if it was tailor-made for me..." He muttered to himself, then relaxed and lay down on the soft bed, adapting to his new identity in advance.
Louis Evans, a businessman's son from Jianhai County, majored in criminal investigation in college. Because he had a bad relationship with his family, he chose to go to Backlund alone, preparing to make a living through his hobby.
According to what His Highness said, the Evans family of this identity is a family of extraordinary people who are vassal to Him, and the so-called Louis Evans is not completely fabricated, but borrowed from one of them who died in the Moss Ascetic Order.
The identity of the family member being pursued was based on a real person with decades of social trajectory.
The only similarity between this identity and Dunn's is that he is proficient in criminal investigation. The other characteristics are almost completely opposite. It can minimize the acquaintances Backlund may meet and prevent his identity from being revealed.
"Do not have unauthorized contact with church members."
"You are not allowed to intervene in the extraordinary events in Backlund without authorization."
...
"I don't know why, but His Highness reminded me several times to pay attention to the situation in Backlund. Is the Aurora Society going to make any big move again?" The former Nighthawks captain recalled the information he had been told, his eyelids heavy.
Gradually falling, blink by blink.
Within a few seconds, Dunn fell asleep in the compartment of the steam locomotive and returned to the cabin where all his deceased companions lived, enjoying the sunshine comfortably.
............
Klein, who had already withdrawn his 300 pounds deposit from the bank's bearer account and bought the train ticket to Backlund, carefully looked at the approximate arrival time.
"There's about an hour left." Standing in front of the platform, he lowered the brim of his hat, avoided the crowd, and squeezed into the station's washroom.
In the small, dirty space, Klein took four steps backwards and climbed up to the magnificent palace in the gray mist.
"Decided?" "Secret", who was still sitting at the head of the long bronze table, put down the cheap book in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, he returned to the fog of history.
As the pattern symbolizing the "Soothsayer" took shape on the high-backed chair at the end of the long table, Klein nodded slightly.
"I refuse to accept the help of your angels, but I hope to get some help in proving my identity."
"Reject?" "Secret" seemed a little surprised. He tapped his fingers on the mottled tabletop. With the rhythmic tapping, he said in a calm voice: "You still don't trust me?"
Klein nodded unequivocally and expressed his attitude unabashedly:
"You know, it is unreasonable to have unreserved trust in Zhou Mingrui, who has watched many similar film and television works."
The gray fog that filled the palace remained calm, just like the master sitting in the middle.
"Mystery", shrouded in thick fog, did not refute Klein's answer. Instead, he relaxed his body and leaned against the back of the stone chair behind him. His voice sounded a little lazy.
"I won't force you, but as a half-body, I think I must emphasize it again."
"Zarath, whom you saw in Russell's diary before, is still living well in this world. And once you, who is half my body, are promoted to the middle sequence, which is sequence six, the smell of gray mist on your body will be overwhelming.
Controllingly attracting angels who are like Him, of the same and similar paths."
"Without the protection of angels, you are likely to encounter danger unknowingly and experience death again."
"My condition is not good. You can't expect me to devote my attention to protecting you all the time."
"I will bear the corresponding risks. This is my own choice." Klein, who was warned of the risks, nodded in agreement without caring, as if he had carefully considered the consequences of his decision.
"I want to rely on my own strength for revenge. Before I succeed, I beg you not to interfere too much in my life."
Don't get too involved in my life... The "God of Mystery", whose expression was shrouded in pitch-black robes and thick gray mist, looked at himself across from me. His true thoughts were difficult to discern.
As if recalling something, he was silent for a few seconds and then let out a chuckle without any warning.
"very good."
"When you host the party convened by you, you can still sit in the main seat. As Zhou Mingrui, you are also the master here."
"I will fulfill your wish, and you will have a set of identity documents that are authentic enough."
With a slightly frivolous snap of his fingers, several documents fell in front of Klein.
The words and seals on it are extremely clear, and an elegant floral signature occupies the most conspicuous position.
"I hope your journey of revenge goes well, dear Mr. Sherlock Moriarty."