How did the church in the year 300 AD manage to be seriously injured? I guess only Bao Shiweng himself and the people of the church who participated in the war at that time knew. Although theoretically the Demon Marshal could be considered one of his enemies, Ji Jun also understood that if he wanted to fight against the church, he and those magicians would be potential allies... But was it really possible to defeat the church which was currently at its peak? She was skeptical about this. During the years she was away, she witnessed many dead apostles being ruthlessly slaughtered. How should I put it? Although she was not really interested in what happened to these fellows, she still felt a little sad because of the answer that they were gradually heading towards destruction. "I'm not interested in that." "Yes, you are really hard to convince, so there is nothing I can do." The Demon Marshal nodded slowly, and Altluchi acted as if nothing had happened. "Prince Blackwing has been dead for so long. I must take good care of his body. He was very loyal." At that moment, after a brief conversation, the black-haired girl, who was about fourteen years old, left Constantinople where she was hiding, without any guards, and went to Britain alone with her dog. "........." Up to now, Artluqi was muttering an unknown spell, and the air seemed to change instantly. The demon dog on her shoulder began to make noises as she spoke.
At the same time, the black key that firmly fixed the body of Black Wing Prince was dissolving in an incomprehensible way, accompanied by a black cold current rising out of nowhere. It was as if winter had suddenly arrived. The cold air cut through the skin like a knife, and the ice seemed to be struggling to climb up here. The black cold current was like the breath of the dead, swallowing up the sun and covering the body of the Black Winged Duke and the village centered on Ji Jun. Only the sound of the wind and the flow of the stream could be heard. There was no sense of the endless darkness of life, as if all breath had disappeared. Then, in just a few seconds, the darkness disappeared. When Ji Jun appeared again, the body of the Black Winged Duke had disappeared, and all the people in the village of Brakmoya fell into a coma. "Since you are the one who has received his kindness, you should accept his things—" As Artluqi said this with a slightly pale face, in her sight, in the west of Wales, a golden beam of light fell from the sky like a gun, making her a little dazed for a moment, and the white demon dog beside her opened its mouth in confusion. What is that? The body's instinctive reaction is far faster than the brain's thinking. When Ji Jun had this question, her body rushed to the place where the light column was at an extremely fast speed. Finally, she saw the branch of the Cathedral Church in Brockshire, Britain. In this city, the Welsh Cathedral, which was the center, seemed to have been removed by human hands, leaving only the most original land and some deep pits. The strong smell of blood was still floating in the air and had not yet dissipated. The long-lost strong smell of human blood made Ji Jun, who had only sucked animal blood for many years and had to hide from place to place, swallow his saliva. When she walked further forward, she saw the distraught sword monk Bei Ze with a black key stuck in his heart. Ji Jun could understand that he probably treated her like this in order to suppress his urge to suck blood. There was also a silver-haired human sitting in front of him, holding a gun and breathing heavily. "You are......" Artluqi came closer with curiosity. "You should be a Dead Apostle, right? Please take me to rest for a while, thank you." Without answering the question, the silver-haired human fell forward in extreme exhaustion after saying this. Somehow, she still reached out and supported him. And what comes with it——
Why, this smell makes me want to eat it... This was the first time that Ji Jun had the thought of eating humans since he was born. 103: The Arrival of the Jewel Man Even though the news of the destruction of the Welsh Cathedral was spreading like wildfire, it was strictly blocked by the church headquarters, so the residents of the Eastern and Western Roman Empires were unable to learn about this "audacious" thing. They only knew that it seemed that a beautiful scenery had appeared on the British island in the far north. However, in the city of Rome within the Western Roman Empire, there was a huge quarrel over this matter. After all, so many people died and so much wealth was lost, so there had to be someone to take the blame. In the end, the murderer was defined as - Wandering magicians, remaining Dead Apostles and some fantasy species, as well as those with unsteady faith on the British Isles, so we have to increase the intensity of punishment, otherwise how can we make their faith firm? As for the surviving Dead Apostle Sword Monk Bei Ze, because he was so "law-abiding" and had good fighting ability, he was spared from being hunted down and punished like the Dead Apostle Koback Alcatraz who attempted to resist the judgment of the Church decades ago. The deaths of only some people who could be replaced at any time did not cause any trouble for this huge organization that had existed since the Roman Empire. Rather, the deaths of some people relieved some pressure. But in short, everything is peaceful and prosperous. Even though the Roman Empire, which lasted for four hundred years, was split into two parts due to certain reasons, it was not something that could be invaded at will by mere heretics or races that arrived at unknown times. Since the church was established as the state religion, no enemy could enter the heart of the empire and could only live miserably in the border areas. After all, this was proven as early as 300 AD, and it will surely be the same from now on. The Cathedral Church is so confident. The sky was clear and sunny, and although the sun was shining in the afternoon, a cold wind was still blowing. The Eastern Roman Empire, which was once invested and vigorously developed by Nero and controlled the eastern part of the empire, was known as the "New Rome". Today, it is the capital of this eastern empire, Constantinople. Despite the continuous flow of wealth into Constantinople from the eastern Mediterranean and Western Asia, it was inevitable that there were poor areas among them. Small, dilapidated houses are close to each other and lined up on both sides of the narrow street. All the houses are low and slightly dark. An adult can easily touch the top of the house, and because there is no open space, the streets between the houses appear dark and damp, making people feel as if they have entered a dark passage. And in such an environment, there is a room. Although the space inside is not large, it is well arranged. Some simple decorations are hung on the walls of the room, including some dried flowers, hand-woven gadgets and some small ornaments. Although these items are not expensive, they reveal a simple and warm beauty. "It's tough." During this time, when Avia opened his eyes, he happened to hear this voice. Then, in just a blink of an eye, the black-haired girl who had covered her mouth for some reason immediately straightened up and sat there. The outfit was completely black without any decoration, but even though it was a single color, one could sense an indescribable aura from this girl. Then, she looked at the lying Avia with her bloodshot eyes without any emotion, and quietly raised a spear. "This one is yours." A cold, arrogant voice. Avia nodded, not quite understanding what the Dead Apostle girl wanted to do, but if she wanted to have a conversation, she had to stand up. After all, he was just a little tired at that time, and he wasn't actually seriously injured...
He couldn't explain why he felt so tired, but part of the reason was that he had made up his mind. He had to correct the huge organization that was born out of him, even if it meant destroying it, because he didn't know when it started to deteriorate. Moreover, there is no natural force that can successfully change it now, and the huge violence has made it an organization that surpasses the Clock Tower. ".....Who are you?" The black-haired girl asked calmly. She was a little confused. If nothing unexpected happened, this person should be the one that the Demon Marshal asked her to find... Was he really a human? Although body aura and other things are only possessed by humans and conform to human characteristics... But it tasted so delicious, but I couldn't bite it no matter how hard I tried. I almost wore out the tips of my teeth. What on earth is this meat made of? "If you ask for a name, it's Avia, and if you ask who it is, it's the Huns." Facing the Dead Apostle girl's question, the silver-haired boy smiled very naturally. "how about you?" "I am... who am I to tell you?" The girl didn't seem to appreciate the goodwill that Avia wanted to convey, and just continued to speak coldly, as if she didn't take Avia seriously. "Fu!" As if to show its master's attitude, the white demon dog also barked fiercely without giving in. The look in its eyes looked like it wanted to eat someone, and it even waved its claws. However, it was precisely because of this unique cry that Avia naturally knew the identity of the black-haired girl who suddenly came to Britain. After all, the white beast, the primate killer, the owner of Cathy Palug, was the only master in the Type-Moon world besides the Flower Magician. There is only the dark princess, but since the white princess will not be created until the twelfth century, she is the undisputed "Princess" at this stage. In response to her pet's arrogant attitude, Artluqi simply narrowed her bloodshot eyes slightly. "I forgot to say that." The girl turned her head and glanced coldly at the pet on her shoulder, and said in a voice even colder than her expression: "Without my consent, who allowed you to call me that?" It was just these few words, but one could already imagine how dark Fu Fu's mood was right now. The white demon dog was being scolded by its own master for the first time and was shaking with grief. "Hahaha, the little girl finally found it." Along with the voice, a white-haired old man with a vigorous expression appeared. Although he had the face of an old man, he was meters tall, strong and with a straight back. "But let me introduce myself first. After all, I'm not the kind of girl who would lose my temper for no reason, hahahaha..." After laughing, the old man stroked his beard and said slowly: "Hello, sir. My name is Kishua Zelrich Schubin-Ogu." 104: Born Savior
How could Avia not know the name of the Demon Marshal who mastered the second method and killed Zhu Yue? However, although the Kishura in front of him seemed to be in good health, he had a subtle sense of lethargy, as if something was constantly eroding him. In fact, since coming to the 400th year of the ., Avia has been confused as to why Kishua would sit back and watch the Clock Tower fall into decay, and even did not help when Koback, who was also Solomon's disciple, was being hunted down. He should not be of this character... And now that they met in person, Avia finally understood, because the Second Magician, who was supposed to be immortal, was actually decaying in an extremely strange way. Perhaps he saw Avia's surprise, so the white-haired old man immediately continued after introducing himself: "So-called magic is indeed incomparable to sorcery. It is a power that far exceeds that of magic." The mastery of the second magic proved the existence of parallel worlds, thanks to which the world was able to extend its lifespan, giving hope to a planet that was gradually losing its dreams. The magic marshal who can use the second method to transfer to the "gems" of different worlds, even time travel is included in it. In addition, there is also the tampering of records, the rewriting of phenomena, etc., which is equivalent to the operation of parallel worlds. It can be said to be an existence with infinite energy. "However, four hundred years ago, my fellow apprentice Koback was inspired by the first Pope Novia and studied something with the support of the church." In this slightly shabby room, one can catch a glimpse of the steel-cold blue sky through the plain window. Outside the window one can hear the whispering of the wind, and the small house is constantly rattling. Altluchi also listened carefully to the explanation of the Magic Marshal. After all, she was also curious about how Kishua lost. After all, the moon was mirrored and cast down, and the endless ether energy cannons... Such a scene was really shocking to her. "Two hundred years ago, Kobak finally developed it." The Magic Marshal sighed slightly, "Magic and faith. It is a unique fantasy in the world that people have been tirelessly pursuing with the goal of integrating the two. It is neither a precious book that records oracles, nor... nor a tangible object." "Inspired by the first Pope Novia, the end point of the thoughts of Kobek and many church saints is the unique miracle in the world created by the church, and at the same time, it is - 'God's love' itself." As soon as Avia heard Kishua's description, he knew what it was. It was the Holy Book of Tredin. But why would Kobaik, who possessed the Holy Book of Tredin, be hunted down... He couldn't help but become confused again. Although Tredin can indeed transform into a human, it won't be too extreme under the guidance of his "old father" Koback. But then, Kishua's words made Avia's confusion disappear, because the white-haired old man said: "The love of God, which is not a physical thing, was not the main cause of my injury. It was the person sent by the church when we joined forces to kill Zhu Yue. He was born as a saint, recognized by the unique fantasy 'Love of God' itself, and was even hailed as the new savior for a time—" "Mabel Kiara." The Demon Marshal couldn't help but recall the year 300. Even he had to admit at that time that she was indeed a natural saint. Even in the battle of Millennium City, she treated everyone equally, whether they were magicians, church personnel or dead apostles... At that time, Jixiua had the feeling that with this man's charisma, he could indeed kill Zhu Yue and allow all camps to continue to coexist, adding vitality to the continuation of the planet... However, the saint who appeared on the battlefield where he fought Zhu Yue with a smile, who used some unknown means to deprive him of the infinite ether cannon and the mirrored moon, was... "The 'illusion' she possessed and the church's vast faith severely injured me, causing my physical condition to rapidly deteriorate. As a result, I can no longer observe the parallel world until now. In other words, she used these two powers to defeat my magic." ........ Rome, underground chamber of the Apostolic Palace. Although it is underground, there are many torches lighting up the place, plus the lights powered by magic, making it feel like a place where the sun never sets. Here, wherever there are fine patterns carved, every stroke is full of artistic power. These patterns shine brightly under the light, as if they have life, showing solemnity and sacredness. The air in this underground space is filled with a faint scent of incense, which mixed with the calm atmosphere of ancient wood and stone walls, making people feel a deep tranquility and piety, as if time has frozen here and every moment is filled with sacredness and solemnity. "Are you going to die again?"