Arad's crooked savior

Afterwards, I slowly brewed a cup of warm tea. The pointer on the wall clock showed it was already midnight, and no one from the hot springs had returned.

Krach nestled in the kotatsu next to him, with only his head and neck exposed. The nutrition warmed his stomach in the early winter. The milk-sandwich biscuit accidentally spilled a little, with a blush on his face, and he slept peacefully.

Of course, the table where Penosio left the note was not only not cleaned, but was even messier, with a lot of her sister's hot water spilled on it.

…

next day

It was a bright and sunny day in Hutton Mar. After soaking in the hot springs enough, they returned one after another refreshed and made plans to go there next time.

Leaning on the sofa, Alice's pretty face turned pale, and her delicate hand on the fiddle also messed up the rhythm, playing a few anxious notes, while her apprentice Heman continued to comfort her.

Alice, who could deal with the other apostles calmly, seemed a little flustered and nervous only when she learned the news about Held.

She didn't expect that Sir Held would always have a line of sight, silently watching this peaceful and peaceful manor.

"I'll try to use divination to find Rosenberg's location."

The sound of the piano was soft and the eyes were closed. The originally peaceful notes suddenly became violent and shrill, like metal friction. Siatt, who was making pastries in the kitchen, poked her head out curiously.

"Look...can't find it, he's covered." Alice's pretty face lost all color in an instant, and her palms unconsciously clenched Mariette's.

Could it be that this is really a killer plan prepared by Lord Held?

"Give me, get out!"

With an angry shout, Xiaoyu's eyes bloomed with clear blue light, and a phantom of a divine dragon hovered and roared. The space in front of her seemed to turn into a mirror, and a fragmented picture disappeared fleetingly, lasting only one second.

The place in the picture seems to be a gloomy and dark gate, standing in a deserted area, haunted by resentful spirits and hundreds of ghosts walking at night.

On one side of the door, there is a long black knife hanging!

"Conqueror?" Xiaoyu frowned slightly.

"Probably not. Casillas's sword is as bright as a mirror, so how can it be so ghostly?"

Yelin shook his head gently, then gave Niyali a grape, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Don't worry so much, maybe just to scare me, I survived even in the hands of the conqueror."

Mo Mei glared at him and didn't call him boss. Her face was slightly angry and she slapped him with her twin tails: "Idiot, that's Held!"

As time went by and the team experienced more and more things, they became increasingly frightened by Held's methods.

Just when the team was about to try to go to Silent City, the other party made careful preparations and treated Ye Lin as if he were an apostle.

Because of Alice, there was basically no hypocritical politeness between him and the bikini apostle, or deception in the name of tragedy.

We knew each other well and there was no point in acting, so we just tried to trick the other adventurers.

Bang ~

"I have a guess about your knife."

The sudden push of the door to the dusty Mavis was surprising and surprising, but her delicate and cold little face now looked extremely solemn.

Feng Ying, who was carrying air-conditioning, rushed directly to the kotatsu, shook her shoes and said coldly: "Quickly, give me hot tea and desserts, I'm freezing to death."

…………

"Here we are……"

In the cold winter, Rosenberg was still shirtless. With his tall and strong physique, he seemed not to be afraid of the severe cold.

Behind him were more than a dozen members of the violent search team, all looking at this city that had not healed its wounds after hundreds of years.

The doomsday city, Cantwin!

Priest Jiger's battle was astonishing, and he devoured Delos' 300,000-strong army, which became a special event in history.

Even today, hundreds of years later, Cantwen is rarely inhabited and more of a tragic monument.

"Sir, is it the priest Jig you want to come?"

As the place where Giger became famous, and there were rumors of Rosenberg's power, Giger seemed to have some chances if he hunted the famous swordsman.

"No, Jig, he may not be enough, Ethra said..."

Rosenberg shook his head slightly, and glanced at his own chained ghost hand, a gray ghost hand.

After he was selected by Shilok, his ghost hands, which were originally crimson and twisted due to Kazan, turned into a gray-brown color, and were called "gray-blooded hands" by people in the hunting team.

"where are we going."

The direction of his finger was a restricted area established by the Delos Empire, one of the famous buildings of Perous, the Cantwin Gate!

Priest Jig, who was under the city gate, summoned the evil Brash, giving Delos a nightmare that he still fears.

…

The soldier in fine armor looked solemn and scolded: "Stop, you are not allowed to approach the Cantwin Gate, you can only watch it from a distance."

Poof~

The body exploded into a mist of blood. After a moment of daze, the other tourists panicked, yelled, and rolled and crawled away from the Cantwin Gate.

"Help me hold off the guards for about three minutes, whatever it takes."

"Yes~"

With a low response, the tightly wrapped members of the search team fell off their clothes and suddenly turned into twisted monster disguises.

Wow~

The ghost bonds on his arms were removed, and the metal engraved with runes fell to the ground and twisted into a ball.

"Oh, it is indeed a place where ghosts and gods thrive."

He felt that after taking off the bonds of ghosts and gods, this cursed land was calling, and the murmurs of more than 300,000 undead were pushed into his head like a bomb.

Rosenberg's special power can make the dead come to the world, and has the most fatal temptation for all spirits, ghosts and gods.

Unlike ordinary Devil May Cry, which keeps the will of ghosts and gods in ghost hands, he uses his entire body as the carrier of his descent.

Devil May Cry and Undead are two different branches of the same origin. One uses special ghost hands as a breeding ground, and the other summons the soul of an ancient tyrant to come to the world.

With the power of possession and the gray blood ghost hand, Rosenberg is almost a combination of the essence of the two professions. There are many talents in Arad, but he may be the only one who can do it.

Let the ghost bite his body, not even Shaying would dare to be so reckless.

In just half a minute, under the sight of no one, Rosenberg was covered in horrible ghosts, burrowing into his arms, chest, and head.

He transformed his state into that of a half-ghost...

"I found the breath! The holy relic... the Sword of Karon!"

With one punch, the ground cracked open, and Rosenberg's burly body exploded at the same time. The blood mist was swallowed by the ghost, and several fragments of the Hell Stone wrapped his soul and sank into the ground.

The earth is thirsty for the blood of more than 300,000 people, and no one dares to dig a well within ten miles. It is said that the land more than ten meters below the earth is dark red.

However, the strange thing is that the farther down you go, the ghosts are not gathering, wailing and ferocious. In his sight, the dead from ancient times are afraid of something.

A black sword, pitch black and without radiance, seemed to have condensed the shore of hell, suspended in an underground space behind a door.

There is a mysterious place beneath the gates of Cantwen.

Just when Rosenberg was about to touch the sword, several almost transparent palms grabbed his wrist and threw him to the ground.

"You are not qualified to touch that sword!"

"Ahem, I know that the Sword of Charon was originally supposed to be given to the priest Jig, right, but Jig was too foolish and loyal. He could have achieved higher achievements and used all the power of the underworld."

Rosenberg didn't know that Giger could keep his will intact even in hell. He simply thought that Giger would die in battle like Ballack and regret it.

The underground space like a temple was filled with translucent souls at some point. Compared with those resentful guys, they seemed to have relatively complete consciousness.

"Back then, there were 20,000 remnant soldiers of Perus behind the priest Jig, half of whom were killed in the battle. After Jig died, the rest saw that the situation was over and had no choice but to surrender."

Rosenberg's soul suddenly turned blood red. A black ring appeared in his right hand and he murmured: "I didn't expect that the last loyal minister would have a group of unyielding followers waiting for him to take the sword."

Buzz~

The black ring shattered, and with him as the center, a ripple spread in the void. Nearly ten thousand souls were blown away like smoke.

"The Sword of Charon, the weapon of the gatekeeper of the underworld, the complete holy relic should have matching armor and crown to protect the user. Although it can't be found,... it's not necessary."

The moment Rosenberg, who was in his soul state, held the black sword, his exploded body recovered strangely, and the aura of "death" filled the air.

A black area suddenly appeared on the ground, and everyone who stepped on it, whether they were imperial soldiers or pretenders, melted into black water.