The hastily held funeral was not grand. Although all the processes were involved, it was also very simple. After the process in the church was completed, the coffin bearers carried the coffin to the snowy cemetery, where relatives and invited guests
They followed behind.
The grave had been dug, and when the coffin was lowered into the grave, the cries of the Miss Bennets were truly heartbreaking.
Shade and Xiwei stood at the back of the crowd. From time to time, their eyes looked at the old man standing behind Thomas Bennet with a black hat in his hand. The old man was about fifty years old, with gray hair.
The shape of his face makes him look like the most serious and upright kind of person.
Among everyone present, except for Shade, Xi Wei and Bennet, he is the only ring warlock. The old man came to attend the funeral as a cousin of Mrs. Bennet's mother's family. Although the specific relationship
It's hard to understand, but he is indeed a real relative because many people know him.
The Bennet family is a prominent local family, and it is not a small probability event that distant relatives have been involved in the time transfer station.
Soon after the funeral ended, Mr. Bennet expressed his gratitude to all the guests in turn, and then let his children go home first:
"I want to spend some time with your mother here. Linda, you can go back to church as well. You don't actually need to come today."
No matter what the daughters thought, they finally left with their brother. The guests who came to attend the funeral also said goodbye to Mr. Bennet and left one after another. In the end, only Mr. Bennet was left standing alone in the building where Mr. Bennet had just been buried.
In front of the filled grave, I looked at the tombstone in the snow and was lost in thought.
Snow fell on his hair and shoulders. This man who had been silent during the funeral was actually much sadder than everyone imagined. Only the sound of footsteps broke the sadness. He held the hand with a cane.
The old man in the hat appeared from behind him, his eyes sharp as if he was going to take out a dagger and pierce the man with his back to him at the next moment.
And Thomas Bennet knew who it was without looking back:
"Does it have to be today?"
The middle-aged man who had just lost his wife asked in a low voice, still looking down at the tombstone in front of him:
"My wife just passed away. If you still have some courtesy and conscience, you shouldn't choose to find me in this place now."
At this time, he no longer spoke like the gentle innkeeper. His sad voice was not very loud, but it fully expressed his mood.
The old man, whose hair and shoulders were also covered with snow, scolded:
"We don't need politeness and conscience to deal with people like you. From the establishment of Ximu Town to the present era, how many people have your family killed? How many tragedies have it contributed to? Don't you know?
It’s a fool to mourn for someone like you. Besides, is your wife’s death normal? Let me tell you, is this some kind of conspiracy? Or maybe the gods finally couldn’t stand what you did and finally punished you!”
So Thomas Bennet turned around in the snow, and the expression on his face even shocked the old man who scolded him. That kind of fierce and violent expression probably never appeared on this ordinary innkeeper.
I saw it on his face, and he said word by word:
"My wife has nothing to do with our family's responsibilities, and her death has nothing to do with it. You can hate me, but don't insult my wife."
The old man who was frightened just now asked again:
"You see this as a responsibility?"
He seemed to be so angry that he even started to tremble when he spoke:
"I once had a happy family just like you. I had a wife, son, and daughter. Until my son went to you for his deceased lover, and then everything changed.
I have been waiting for this opportunity for thirty years! Thirty years! Now instead of repenting, you are saying that this is your responsibility?"
"I don't know who your son is. Thirty years ago, my father was in charge of the transit station. But one thing I'm sure of is that your son made all the choices himself. We have our own principles.
We never force our guests to make a choice.”
Thomas Bennet is quickly adjusting his mood and has regained his composure:
"But over the years, you are one of the few people who can find me. Since I inherited the family business from my ancestors, I have never taken the initiative to kill anyone. After defeating you, I will throw you to someone
I can’t find the time and space, I hope you can forget your hatred and start a new life.”
As he spoke, the eight-ring life ring appeared behind him, and the old man opposite was not surprised by the opponent's level. He waved, and the eight people who had been invisible just now also appeared in the cemetery in the snow.
Everyone was a middle-circle warlock. While the old man took a step back, the eight people who surrounded Thomas Bennett from all directions cast spells at the same time:
"Fireball!" "Wind!" "Thunder Spear!" "Ice Storm!" "Shadow Ball!" "Arrow of Light!" "Wrath of the Earth!" "Song of Water!"
The positions of the eight people are very interesting. If viewed from above, the eight people occupy exactly four directions: east, west, south, north and in between. The positions are so precise that they seem to have been measured in advance.
But facing eight elemental attacks from eight directions, Thomas Bennett just snapped his fingers, and all eight colors and traces of light solidified in the air. Even the eight people who cast the spell stood still.
This kind of group time stasis is a power that even Shade has not been able to master. Logically speaking, only those who have set foot in the high circle are qualified to learn it, but Thomas Bennet seemed to consume nothing at all when he cast the spell.
But his spell casting was ineffective against the old man who retreated early. It was not that the spell casting effect did not select him, but that the old man had already put the black hat in his hand on his head.
Wearing the black hat, his whole body was soon dyed black. His height suddenly increased to two meters, and then the shadow turned into wings and appeared behind him.
A big book made of shadows appeared in his left hand, and a big sword made of shadows appeared in his right hand. Then the black hat detached from his head, but only flew up about ten centimeters before turning into a dark halo as it rotated.
Sage-level relic [Evil Angel Halo], the body is a black hat. After wearing it, the wearer will turn into an "Evil Angel". The body's strength briefly reaches the thirteenth ring, but the word of sublimation cannot be used. At this stage, keep your own
Rational, but if you maintain it for at most one minute, you will completely lose your rationality.
However, after losing its mind, its strength will gradually decrease until it annihilates itself, and the angel halo will change into a hat form again.
Although the "Evil Angel" has not been clarified as to which god's angel it is, its previous containment record clearly states that it is immune to time-stopping abilities.
Thomas Bennet obviously knew what it was. He frowned slightly and was about to say something else, when the black figure with wings on its back spread out in the snow like a shadow.
The next second, the figure appeared directly in front of Thomas Bennet. However, it did not attack but hugged him directly. Then the tenth figure appeared in the cemetery in the snow, hiding in the snow.
A middle-aged woman with only a second-level rank in the tomb nearby emerged from the ground. She didn't even bother patting the soil on her body, she stabbed the black ceremonial dagger directly into her heart, and used her last perseverance to throw it at
That area where time stands still.
The intensity of the whispering elements emitted by the sacrificial dagger at this moment is even more amazing than the "evil angel" at this moment. The elemental energies of the eight colors that have been frozen in time are connected with the dagger in the air at this moment.
Together, they formed the ritual track of an eight-pointed star in the sky in an instant.
The holy symbol of the ancient god - [Ancient Death God] was formed in the ritual matrix, and the originally complicated conditions for the use of the relic were fully met.
Then, death came.
Everyone watching this battle, even Shade, felt that their eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of darkness at this moment. And after the fleeting darkness disappeared, in the fighting venue in the snow cemetery, the incarnation
The old man of the evil angel has returned to his human appearance. His body is lying on the soil of the cemetery, and snowflakes are falling on his dull face.
The dagger pierced his body before hitting Thomas Bennet. Now the old man has been sent to death by the power of the unknown dagger relic, but Thomas Bennet is still standing in the snow.
But he stood there motionless, his chest not even breathing.
The ring wizards who were responsible for casting spells in different directions just looked at him nervously, and then the boldest one stretched out his hand and pushed lightly into the air, and Thomas Bennet fell into the snow in the cemetery.
"He's finally dead! We made it!"
So excited shouts and sad cries were heard together, but before they could fully accept the fact that the operation was successful, something strange happened.
The fallen body of Thomas Bennet stood up again in the high-spirited green light. He lowered his head and patted the snowflakes on his clothes and the mud on his pants, and then pulled out the dagger inserted into his chest.
The dagger had now lost the terrifying whispering element. The middle-aged businessman's body did not bleed, and even the rips in his clothes were restored to their original state with a flick of his hand.
The white mist coming out of his mouth during breathing means that he is indeed still alive. Thomas Bennet praised the assassins:
"You made the right choice. The power of the ancient god of death restrains all immortality. This dagger"
He identified it:
"Sage-level relic [Thin Burial], completes the Thin Burial Ceremony, and then sends any life touched by it to the 'end' within one second. It's a shame that you can find this kind of ritual dagger, yes, under normal circumstances I really should
He is dead, and it is the kind of death that cannot be saved even by turning back time."