Chapter 265

The "firefly curse" with white light lit up the dark sewer. The black haired wizard clutching the "bright silver" followed behind the boy with his hands on his back and a small red and black dress, and stepped into the underground maze like a visitor.

Almost as soon as he entered the corridor, Loren couldn't help frowning.

The smell of blood, which is rich to almost real, permeates the air. In the miserable white light, the corridor under your feet and the turbulent water, there are almost mutant corpses - either stumps and broken arms, or ferocious heads, or hung upside down on your head.

In addition to the plasma sticky enough to make the boots slip, what's left is the disgusting smell of the corpse. The pus from the corpse is mixed in the turbulent sewage. The ferocious to grotesque mutant corpses look like struggling "humans". If they can really be called humans, it's almost

"... as described in the Holy Cross."

Asriel, who was walking in front, suddenly opened his mouth, with a slight contempt in his sneer: "we are the embodiment of evil, cruelty, pain and malice. We enjoy torturing and abusing believers, are keen on various forms of blood sacrifice, and spread evil in the world, right?"

"After seeing mezka and these... Non mainstream art," the shrugged black haired wizard pointed around and snorted, "I suddenly think what the church said is very persuasive."

"But poor Asriel is not like this." the young man's voice was still a little frivolous: "I just made a deal with them and made a little joke. How can I generalize with these evil guys?"

"Little joke? Stop teasing."

Loren said coldly, "for you, those people are just toys for fun - what you do is essentially no different from these 'performance artists', at most only 50 steps and 100 steps."

"What about you, Loren?"

Asriel stopped, looked back and smiled at the black haired wizard. His bloodless cheek left a shadow under the white light: "what's your choice?"

Lauren's expression was a little complicated.

"From the beginning of wandering in this world, in addition to life and death, the only decision you have really made is to become a wizard." the young man's voice is soft, but with some magic: "I can see that you are eager to control your destiny - like all people who have gone far away, you will not be willing to obey or accept some arrangement. You believe in what you hold in your hands."

"Your morality and code of conduct are bound by the memory of the previous life. It is not cruel, but it is by no means generous. You know you are not a saint, but you will not leave a hidden danger that threatens you."

"As you said, all I do is try to live."

The dark pupil looked at the "devil" in front of him. Loren said coldly, "in a word, I'm lucky to be alive now!"

"Will the living choose to make a deal with a devil, and after contacting some power, will they want to get the nine pointed star Holy Grail?"

The young man looked at him helplessly and shook his head with a smile: "no, you want more. You are eager to know the truth of everything. The bottom of your heart is also looking for strength!"

"... do you know that the tone and expression of your voice are the most standard devil engraved in the mold."

"If God doesn't want to tell human beings, only the devil will whisper beside you secretly, because we are friends."

When the voice fell, Asriel suddenly looked at the other side of the corridor and looked a little surprised: "Alas, it seems that someone has come?"

"Are you sure it's a man?"

With a sneer, Loren clenched the "bright silver" and pulled out the long sword from behind with his right hand. The bright blade was like a mirror in the light of the tragic defeat, reflecting the figure climbing out in the dark:

"Didn't some guy tell me that all the monsters in the sewer have been hanged?"

"I just said that someone has opened the way for you. It should be much safer." the boy blinked his scarlet, "innocent" big eyes:

"Of course, it's also possible that they deliberately stay on the road to act as gatekeepers and roadblocks."

Strange figures climb and walk in the dark, shadowy, like wolves, close to their "prey" - two fragrant "medium rare steaks".

At least ten... No, almost twenty.

"Only one question." staring at the approaching monster, the black haired wizard seemed to ask casually: "if I kill them here, will we be found?"

"We have been found since we entered the sewer - otherwise, how did these enthusiastic 'gentlemen' find us?"

"Very good..." Lauren sighed calmly:

"You're welcome!"

"Is it really appropriate for us to do this?"

In the ruins of the street, Vera, who was behind Edward, asked with some worry, "don't you think it's right to leave the dark haired wizard alone?"

"This is his plan, and I'm just the executor."

The indifferent night watchman explained: "Lord Loren Turin is right. If we act together, the possibility of being found is very high. It doesn't matter if we are found. If we are used as bait, it doesn't matter - because we don't know the location of the Holy Grail, let alone..."

"What's more?" Vera's expression was puzzled.

Edward didn't answer, but looked at the Female Elf walking in front of him and the wizard holding a bow and arrow behind him - when Loren Turin decided to do so, the two agreed without asking, as if they were not worried about his accident.

Is it out of trust in friends, or do they know something they don't know? The Lord Loren Turin seems to have too many secrets

Wake up, the night watchman suddenly laughed at himself... It's clearly agreed that the two sides are just cooperative relations. He still thinks so much. Is it difficult to take him as a friend?

However, it doesn't seem too bad to have such a trusted friend

"Stop!"

The Female Elf walking in front suddenly raised her spear to block the people behind her. The two night watchmen instinctively pulled out their weapons behind her. The little wizard with a bow and arrow squatted on the ground and aimed at the gap on the side of Leia.

A group of people who met countless "encounters" without even using them for half a day gradually began to have some tacit understanding.

Who is that?

When he saw the two figures, even Edward, who was originally indifferent, showed some surprise in his eyes - the priest dressed in plain robes and holding a wooden staff and a Holy Cross Pendant walked vigorously, followed behind a knight wrapped in armor and a golden red cloak and holding a sword and walked towards them.

The knight in the helmet could not see his face. The bright silver armor was covered with blood. The long red sword hung on his side. The plasma that had not yet solidified continued to slide from the tip of the sword and dyed the place where the knight walked red.

But the priest... Edward couldn't believe his eyes. The other party didn't even have a little dust. The simple priest's clothes looked like brand-new!

"Francis... Bishop?"

Ayn Rand, holding a bow and arrow, looked at the smiling priest with shock in his eyes: "he, how could he be here?!"

"Maybe it's because of the Holy Grail?" Edward murmured in a very determined tone.

"Isn't this your excellency Ayn Rand of vimpal college?"

The knight stopped. Francis came forward and smiled politely at several people: "we met once in the college. Hello, Francis of lower lottel, bishop of eboden church. May the Holy Cross protect all of us in this day of evil!"

Everyone tightened their nerves and saw the bishop with a humble smile, glancing over everyone's faces one by one, slowly opening his mouth with an indisputable tone:

"Now, please tell me where your excellency Loren Turin is, otherwise..."

His expression was cold:

"You can only ask the Holy Cross to forgive your sins!"