Chapter 79 The apostles are coming? No, the feast is coming!
cross?
Delliuse looked at the vision in the night sky, and his rigid face finally changed a little.
As a senior "occultist", he knew about the existence of the 'cross'. It was the remnant symbol of a ruined sect a hundred years ago, but he only knew so much.
More?
Don't know at all.
He didn't even know the name of this sect.
Although this sect should have been quite prosperous based on the remaining buildings at that time.
It was as if this sect had been wiped away by an invisible hand, all traces of its existence.
Could it be?
Delliuse narrowed his eyes and looked at the owner of the house in front of him.
He had been speculating before about why the other party would defect to the Sabi Stars.
With the other party's status and reputation, there is no need to do this.
If it has something to do with this disappeared sect, it seems to make sense.
And the owner of the house did not hide it anymore.
The other party gently shook the red wine glass and said with a smile on his lips.
"I am one of the heirs."
"I will surely restore the glory of my Lord."
"Any thorny ordeal is for a greater future."
As he spoke, a hint of fanaticism appeared on the face of the house owner.
He raised his neck and drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp, then walked to the window, knelt on one knee and looked at the huge cross, but he kept talking.
"You are erased."
"But you still come back."
"As your people, we will welcome you to this land and return to your country."
The words that followed were full of praise.
Delleuze's brows frowned even more tightly.
A full minute later, when the owner of the house stopped to praise, Delleuce immediately asked: "Is this your Lord?"
"Of course not!"
"This is only the messenger of the Lord!"
"Yes, Lord Apostle!"
The owner of the house shook his head, looked at the huge cross, and said with reverence: "The Lord cannot return directly. The Lord can only return when all twelve apostles come."
"And this is just the first apostle!"
"The arrival of each apostle costs a lot of money. Otherwise, how could I possibly cooperate with the 'Sabi Stars'?"
"Do you really think that I will betray you because I want to be the 'ground governor' of the colony as they call it?"
"That's ridiculous!"
The owner of the house said sarcastically, but the enthusiasm on his face became clearer and clearer.
Sarcasm and fanaticism are all concentrated on this face.
It makes this face become strangely distorted.
Weird and ferocious.
The other party's words were murmurs filled with murderous intent.
"All sinners deserve to die!"
"On the ground."
"'Sabi Starman'."
"All sins are unforgivable!"
"Although the arrival of the First Apostle lasts only 5 minutes, it is enough to erase... ah!"
The owner of the house, who was praying quietly, suddenly let out a scream.
There was a slender sword stuck in his vest.
The sword is made of silver.
Silver sword?
‘Silver Glory’?
Hunter?
The owner of the house looked up at Delliuse who was holding the sword, and his eyes were in a trance.
"You are not Delleuce!"
The other party seemed to understand something and screamed loudly.
How could Delliuse, who was revered as a mentor by a group of evil wizards, be a 'Hunter'?
The answer couldn't be more obvious.
The person in front of me is not Delleuce.
Listening to such screams, Delliuse's rigid face did not change at all, and his eyes were very calm. He just flipped, drew, and slashed the sword in his hand.
When I turned it over, my heart was completely broken.
When it was pulled out, the wound expanded and blood gushes out.
And behead?
Then hold the sword with both hands, raise the sword high, and then slash it down hard.
The owner of the house was split in half directly under this sword.
The moment the body hit the ground, a bottle of special sword oil was thrown out.
call!
When the sword oil comes into contact with blood, it burns directly.
The flames were blazing, and Delleuce's face was illuminated by the flames.
"Of course I am Delleuce."
"Who stipulates that 'hunters' cannot study black magic?"
"Who said that 'hunters' can't be mentors to wizards?"
Delliuse said as a palm-sized scroll appeared in his hand.
He directly tore the scroll into pieces.
In a blur of light and shadow, the figure of General Reyll Funo appeared in it.
"This is probably what happened..."
Looking at the old general, Delliuse did not hesitate and repeated the news he had just learned.
"Thank you for everything you have done for the Ground, Master."
The old general saluted.
The light and shadow dissipate.
Except for the burning corpse, the house became quiet again, and Delliuse twisted the ring on his little finger.
Ten seconds later, several black, cold mist appeared in the house.
Three men in robes came out, and when they saw Delliuse, they all bowed and saluted.
"tutor."
The three of them addressed each other respectfully.
However, there was doubt in his eyes.
Why were the collaborators suddenly killed?
They don't understand.
"I am an alien in people's eyes. Even werewolves and vampires are not willing to go with me."
"I have done all kinds of bad things, including killing people, setting fires, stealing corpses, and releasing plagues. I am the bad guy that people say does all kinds of evil. I also admit this, but... I will not betray my race or country."
"Because evil people are also human beings."
"Do you understand?"
Delliuse said calmly.
"clear!"
The three wizards nodded, and then acted quickly without Delliuse's instructions.
They vacated the house.
Not only the buildings on the surface, but also the secret rooms behind the scenes, as long as the items stored here were taken away by the wizards, they also took away Delleucer's words.
‘Evil people are also human beings’!
Moreover, this sentence was quickly completed.
'We are evil people, but we are also human beings, and we will not betray our own race and country.'
Hearing such words, the wizards who followed Delliuse began to record their mentor's sayings.
Delleuce is called the 'mentor' by wizards, not only because of his strength and teachings, but also because he often speaks thought-provoking words.
Some wizards looked down upon these words.
Some are regarded as treasures.
Delliuse, who said these words, sighed in the room.
He didn't want to either.
As one of the masters of ‘Glory of Silver’.
Studying 'black magic' is just a hobby, but who knew that such a hobby would lead to him being followed by a group of wizards.
As a 'lawful person', he doesn't like killing, let alone destruction.
Even deep down in his heart, he hoped that these wizards would take the right path.
So, he started 'guiding'.
Then?
He became a mentor to a group of wizards.
Been doing this for 30 years.
30 years is a long time for ordinary people.
It’s also quite a period of time for ‘mysterious people’.
I’m afraid everyone thinks that he, who was once the master of ‘Silver Glory’, is already dead, right?
Even his close friends from back then should think so.
Him now?
Delliuse is just an ordinary 'mentor'.
"I'm so ordinary that I wish I could stand on the podium and teach!"
"Preferably language-related."
“Being able to speak freely with the students.”
"That scene must be great, right?"
Seeing the dazzling white cross turning red under the night sky, Delliuse couldn't help but sigh, and then raised his hand to form several seals.
He has done everything he can do.
The rest?
Naturally, it was handed over to others.
…
When a huge cross appears in the sky, the wave wheel is filled with heart palpitations.
There is also a strong sense of depression.
"Is this the traitor's 'backhand'?"
Bo Lun looked up at the cross that was more than a hundred meters in size. After killing the charging 'half-dead' with one sword, he began to use the breathing method recorded in the 'Levia Notes' to restore his strength.
He leaned against the car door, and the hand holding the sword naturally dropped.
And in front of him were hundreds of 'half-dead' bodies.
Even though he had outstanding talent and conducted brutal training on his own, Bo Lun still felt tired at this time.
But he knew that the real battle had only begun now.
He must recover faster.
Emily gritted her teeth to prevent herself from shouting. She looked at the pulsator on the car window and raised her hand to touch the back.
Even through the cold car window, she hoped to pass on the warmth of her palms.
"Well done."
Delbon came over with that unique voice.
He was holding the head of that special 'half-dead' in his hand, looking at the corpse on the ground and the silver sword in Bo Lun's hand, he was shocked in his heart.
As a person on the "mysterious side" who has been taught by the "Clock Tower" since he was a child, Bo Lun knows what it means to want to achieve the level in front of him!
That has already surpassed the level of 'rookie' or 'newcomer'.
He is a true ‘veteran’.
How long does it take for a normal person to go through "rookie" and "newbie" to reach the level of "veteran"?
Three years?
Or five years?
But how long has this guy in front of me been using?
Less than a week, right?
What a terrible talent.
Of course, Delbon would never say it.
Although he and the other party are not enemies, they will never praise the other party.
For the 300 books he carried back!
Delbon thought and picked up the head in his hand.
He hopes to use this to demonstrate his achievements.
It's a pity that no one went to see him.
Kemi looked at Jason in the distance.
Emily looked at the pulsator.
Pulsator is to rest with your eyes closed?
As for Terry?
He glanced at it, and then turned his head away while muttering "How disgusting" and "What a perverted behavior".
"Me, me!"
Delbon wanted to explain, but his mouth opened.
In the end, he threw his head aside in frustration.
Then, he heard——
"Is Jason bound by something?"
Cammy, who had been looking at Jason, obviously noticed the difference.
Obviously the 'ritual' was broken, why does Jason seem to be acting strangely?
"The 'ritual' is two sets!"
Delbon turned around and took a look, analyzed the specific situation, and immediately prepared to go find another ceremony location, but at this moment, Jason suddenly returned to normal.
this?
Delbon was stunned.
"Don't forget, Sir John Brian McCall."
The impeller reminds.
Then, the young man stood up straight.
My physical strength has not been fully restored, but continuing to fight is no longer a problem.
Stab!
He tore open his shirt, used it as a strap, and tied the hilt of the sword tightly to his palm.
Not just a silver sword.
There is also an iron sword.
In the distance, the figures of John, Brian, and McCall appeared.
There was a trace of blood on John's chest.
There were several cuts on Brian's face.
McCall was holding his left hand.
Obviously, the three people who destroyed another set of rituals were not unscathed.
But the gains are also obvious.
A strange-looking crossbow appeared in John's hand.
Brian was carrying an exaggerated sword in his hand.
McCall's body was covered in scale armor.
In addition, many hot weapons appeared on the bodies of the three of them, either on their backs or against them.
"Welcome to the 'Mysterious Side'!"
Compared to being unconvinced when dealing with Pulsator, Delbon was much more enthusiastic when facing his three friends.
“Not a pleasant experience.”
McCall answered on behalf of the three of them.
Brian looked at his daughter. After finding out that his daughter was safe, just like John, he raised his head and looked at the huge cross.
"really!"
Brian took a deep breath.
Brian, who has had a long career as an agent, smelled something familiar in this matter.
"Kemi, you all leave."
Brian couldn't refuse and said.
"Now, right away."
McCall added.
John carried Daisy into the car.
This time, the three ladies did not object. They all noticed the strangeness of the people they cared about, the elders, and knew that staying here would only cause trouble. Therefore, Terry drove the car, and Kemi, Emily and Daisy were in the car.
Delbon, who had a premonition of something bad, also wanted to get in the car.
only--
"Aren't you going to get in the car?"
Terry looked at Delbon and asked.
Looking into Terry's eyes, Delbon, who was already about to get in the car, shook his head.
"Women stay away from war."
"Men act as substitutes."
Delbon said such beautiful words.
This is what he saw in his collection of "Bed xxxx".
"Quite a man."
With these words, Terry started the car directly.
Looking at the car driving away, Delbon tried his best to keep smiling. He wanted to cry in his heart.
What nice things to say?
Have you forgotten the core of the ‘Clock Tower’?
Safety first!
Safety!
Delbon rubbed his hair. At this moment, Terry's voice suddenly came from far away——
"Hey, come on."
"Don't die."
Delbon, who was rubbing his hair, was stunned. He raised his head and looked at the car that quickly disappeared into the night, and suddenly felt that staying here was a good choice.
A smile appeared on Delbon's face.
I can't hide it no matter what.
Still with a trace of... rippling?
"Hey, Terry is only 17."
McCall couldn't help but remind Delbon.
"No, it's okay."
"I'm only 34, so the difference is not big."
Delbon waved his hand subconsciously and answered.
He once again felt that he needed to speed up learning the 'way of a family man'.
Of course, now we need to get rid of this thing on the top of our head.
"bring it on!"
"After I deal with you, I will go find Terry and sue..."
Raising his head, Delbon roared at the huge cross.
Unfortunately, the words are not finished yet.
The dazzling white cross turned red.
Buzz!
An invisible pressure fell from the sky.
Below the cross, houses collapsed in pieces, and the asphalt road began to violently collapse.
John, Brian, and McCall were shaken by the pressure of the wave wheel, and had to rely on the support of the weapons in their hands to maintain their standing posture.
And Delbon without weapons support?
He was directly pressed to the ground.
He raised his neck and tried to stand up, but he couldn't do it.
This pressure is unimaginable.
It seems that no one can stand under this pressure.
No!
Jason is standing!
Standing upright without relying on weapons for support!
From Delbon's perspective, Jason's back can just be seen.
Buzz!
It seemed like he was dissatisfied, but also seemed to be offended.
Another burst of special pressure fell.
This time, including Delbon, John, Brian, McCall, and Bolun, their whole bodies trembled, a trembling feeling coming from their souls that made them grit their teeth and not let themselves cry out in terror.
But what concerned them more was that Jason's back in the distance was shaking.
Could it be?
Several people's hearts suddenly became tense.
Then, they heard a special sound.
Gudong!
Suck!
That was the sound of swallowing saliva.
That was the sound of sucking back saliva.
From the front, which few people could see, Jason's face was full of excitement.
