After the two left the manor, they walked carefully through the London city at midnight.
"Celiel, that guy seemed to trust the disease demon he summoned before, but why didn't this summon perform well during the battle?"
The first time he encountered the plague demon, it left a deep impression on Karl.
When I first saw that evil and dirty look, I was really a little panicked.
He thought he had seen the Stitch Monster or hated it, so he stabbed it without thinking.
The sharp look at that time even made Karl feel that he was about to finish playing.
"Of course the plague demon is very powerful, but it just didn't show its due fighting power just now."
"Ordinary weapons can't cause any harm to the plague demon at all. It's just because the [Decapitating Blade] is too powerful that you can effectively attack it."
Speaking of this, Karl remembered the scene when Cyril was making consecrated props in the banquet hall.
At that time, she only carried salt and water and a dagger in her hand, and she completed the job in less than a minute. Karl was still very confused about this.
In his imagination, shouldn't these things be very valuable and extremely difficult to obtain props?
How could this guy come up with so many things so easily?
So Karl immediately asked.
"Why were you making holy water and salt so quickly before?"
Regarding Karl's question, Seliel answered him calmly.
"Making this kind of thing is very fast. The raw materials are ordinary water and salt. Just use a very simple ritual to sanctify them."
"Of course, ordinary sanctified objects cannot restrain the disease demon. At most, they can only block the flow of ghosts from third-rate evil spirits."
"The previous holy water and holy salt were consecrated objects made by myself as a god, so they have this effect."
"That's it."
In this way, Karl finally understood that unlike the works of art he had seen, this thing was not very powerful.
"By the way, the guy being crushed in the rubble probably wasn't enough to kill him. Is it really okay for us to just run away like this?"
Seliel didn't think that the necromancer would die in the ruins so easily. Unless no one excavated the ruins, the guy who had transformed his body would definitely be able to hold on until the moment of escape.
"Don't worry, my purpose is just to trap him."
"In that case, if you want to deal with that guy yourself, it will take a lot of time, and we can't afford it."
"As for solving him, someone will naturally do it later."
Carl explained.
"Are they the same guys who ruined my good things before?"
Cyril immediately thought of who Karl was talking about. It was most likely the group of guardians in the darkness of London, an organization called the Judges.
She still has fresh memories of these guys.
That was a profession that did not exist in the era of her self-sealing. The first time she encountered them in this era, Cyril suffered a lot.
"Yes, I got the news when I tested this guy before."
Carl nodded.
"The judges will definitely come to investigate, and they will help us solve this trouble when the time comes."
"You never thought they would recruit this guy or something?"
"Thinking about their attitude towards you, I feel that after seeing that scene, the two parties will not be able to sit down and solve the problem through chatting."
"That's true."
But there is one more thing that makes Seryl worried.
"Then where should we go now?"
"Although I attracted the attention of those servants just now, they may still expose us when they are interrogated later."
Saying that, Ceryl cast a questioning look, obviously asking Karl to make a decision.
"yes."
"And there may be survivors in the manor, so the possibility of our identity being exposed is indeed not small."
As he spoke, Karl stopped, and the two began to discuss countermeasures in this dark alley that was not illuminated by street lights.
"If you are found by those judges, your personal freedom will definitely not be guaranteed, if nothing else."
Karl opened his mouth and told the most troublesome thing. Once their identities are exposed, no matter what the other party's attitude is, they will never be able to move as freely as they are now.
Ceryl also knows this very well.
"So the main purpose is to hide. Why don't we two find a native jungle where no one will find us?"
As she spoke, Ceryl's face turned red and her movements became twitchy. Even in the dark, you could see her moving eyes at this moment.
Then Seliel gently held the corner of Karl's clothes with her right hand and whispered.
"I will always be with you."
"You can have as many children as you want."
"..."
"I don't like old women who are hundreds or thousands of years older than me and still like to pretend to be young."
Still looking at Cyril with a dirty look, Karl refused as always.
But when she interrupted, Karl suddenly had an idea.
He looked up at the sky. It was still late at night and there was still a long time before sunrise.
"I suddenly had an idea."
He broke free from Cyril's hand and patted her shoulder.
"Move quickly."
As he said this, Karl abandoned Cyril and walked toward the main road alone.
"Tsk."
"Why are you so ignorant of amorous feelings?"
Seliel stomped her feet on the spot in frustration and chased after him.
On the other side, the fire in the manor was still burning.
The flames of the banquet hall directly blocked the door. The servants could only anxiously circle in place. No one dared to rush into the fire scene to save people.
Not long after Karl and the others left.
A group of patrol officers rushed to the scene.
After a quick inquiry, they took everyone back and cleared the area around the manor.
At this time, the six judges came out of the shadows.
The head adjudicator was not the one Karl saw in the company last time, but a sturdy man.
He looked at the building that was burning with fire and was still collapsing, and seemed to be thinking about something.
"I'm afraid there are no survivors."
A judge standing next to him said.
You should know that if there are survivors in this situation, they will definitely scream for help or cry.
But other than the collapse and burning of the buildings in front of them, there was no movement at all.
Moreover, this also involves a level 6 or above transcendent ritual, so there is absolutely no chance of surviving.
After just a while, the judge seemed to have determined something.
"The culprit is still inside, and there is a strong undead aura."
As he spoke, the six people's bodies lit up with orange light, and he raised the gun in his hand, aiming at the burning manor.
"Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!"
In less than a quarter of a second, the judge's pistol fired six bullets.
At the same time, these bullets are also accompanied by ice, flames and lightning. At first glance, it is not a simple physical attack.
After these six shots, the already shaky manor collapsed instantly.
If Karl were here, he would definitely be convinced by this judge's demolition skills.
As the Adjudicator fired, Harvey under the manor also felt the attack.
But being trapped in the ruins, he had no choice but to wait for his fate.
Looking at the manor that had been bombarded into ruins, the judge spoke.
"Ruskin, you put out the fire, Brack blows up the rubble."
"yes."
Two people behind him immediately stood up.
One used ice to extinguish the flames to clear the way, and the other prepared the runes for explosion.
"I want to see who is responsible for causing such a big fuss in London."
The judge's eyes were solemn and he calmly waited for his subordinates' actions.