After the holy sword is broken

Chapter 64

The huge black bat wings stretched out behind Alger, blocking the light from the surrounding magic lamps.

Classical robe with silver pattern on black background, automatic without wind.

A pair of scarlet eyes shimmered in the dark.

Alger opened his hand towards Dana: "Give it back to me."

The dagger that Burgess picked up was already in Dana's hands.

The mage twirled the dagger slowly, and said in a flat tone, "Based on what I know about you, if you return it now, you will definitely regret it later."

"I don't even know myself." A sneer appeared on Alger's handsome but bewitching face.

The movement of Dana's hand stopped: "Don't compare your intelligence with that of a mage, you guy who can't even memorize runes."

Alger choked suddenly, and after a moment of silence, he said dully: "Is this something I can choose?"

He just let go of his power, and the surrounding space began to distort, and the material plane built by rules and order gradually collapsed.

"It was inherently incompatible."

The mage started to play with the dagger in his hand again, and the spell book was quietly opened behind him.

"Forget it, I haven't seen you have any achievements in Abyss Language. Don't struggle, since you were young, you have never won me in a quarrel."

"..." It's too hurtful.

"Have you calmed down? This is a poem of truth, do you want to be sobered by two blows from the holy light?"

Alger sighed, and put away the huge bat wings behind him.

Dana threw the dagger, and Alger caught it.

After looking at it for a while, slowly insert it back into the sheath.

"Even Philo is wary of me."

Alger's tone was full of bitterness and helplessness.

"Looking at what happened just now, you are indeed not trustworthy. I didn't watch it for a while..."

Dana patted the shoulder of the victim, Burgess, and then saw Alger's red pupils darken, and immediately stopped.

"As for...you were going to kill him just now, what's wrong with me taking two shots?

"Do you know how serious the consequences of killing Borgins are, and how bad the impact is? The entire human empire, including the dwarves in the north, will go crazy. At that time, even the sect will not be able to keep you."

"Do you know who your tone is like now?" Alger said quietly.

"Huh? Who?"

"Your tower spirit. If you have nothing to do, go back and have a look at it. Last time I heard that you were missing, I cried a lot."

When Dana heard this, he paused for a moment, and then said nonchalantly, "Let's solve your mess first."

He snapped his fingers at the little witch: "Please help me find Goer."

Lena opened her mouth: "She is practicing penance in the confinement room."

Dana took out a ring from her bosom: "Let her come out to get some air."

Alger saw the appearance of the ring clearly, and subconsciously touched his arms, only then did he realize that the clothes on him had already been changed.

"Why is the ring under the crown of the chief priest here with you?"

Dana didn't want to answer his expression.

"Don't you know it yourself? When you were arrested, you carried so many things on your body, and you came out with two weapons. Don't you think you missed anything?"

After speaking, he took out another sapphire ring and threw it over.

"And a wedding ring."

"This is a talisman." After speaking, he held the ring in his hand and turned his head away, as if trying to avoid something.

The mage who controls the power of the stars stands on a high place in the open space, looking up at the starry sky above his head.

Tonight is a moonless night.The light of the stars will not be covered by the double moon, which is very suitable for observing astrology.

In his hand, he held a copper astrolabe.The virtual stars form a miniature starry sky above, echoing the real stars above.

Above, a meteor glides by.

In the miniature starry sky on the astrolabe, a spark also slid past.

Some stars light up, others go dark.

Dempsey said to himself: "To the south, sure enough, the direction is the poem of truth."

In the dark jungle, the former nobles are hurrying on their way.

The mud stained his trouser legs, the branches and leaves of the bushes stuck to the hem of his clothes, and the flying insects and mosquitoes surrounded him, unable to be dispelled.

He was a little caught off guard by the sudden attack of the royal faction and the religious order of the stars.But, even so, his duke's mansion, the mage's tower based on the mirror world, shouldn't fall so easily.

Even if there are a large number of people who come to crusade, even if his cronies are the inner voice of the poem of truth, he should not be defeated so easily.

What went wrong?

But it doesn't matter, as long as he returns to the reserved refuge, no one can kill him.

The devil's son has returned, and even if the seal is not completely broken, the blood belonging to that adult will definitely not be able to continue to be suppressed.

The humble and noble silver ash will be a unique one born on this side of the mainland... the son of the abyss.

The coming night will never be postponed.His wish, the great cause destined to be achieved, will soon be realized.

If the adult's blood can be integrated with the Iris family...

He shook his head. It was still too far away. Although it was not such an unattainable goal, it was not something that should be paid too much attention at the moment.

Losing the mage's tower hit him hard.Now, he should rush to the pre-prepared shelter as soon as possible.

In the jungle on a moonless night, there was no light. The fugitives did not dare to use conspicuous magic lamps, and could only barely illuminate the outline of the road ahead with the faint light emitted by the fluorescent agent.

There is a small open space in front, and further ahead, there is a small hill, where the teleportation entrance of the shelter is.As long as the magic circle is destroyed after the teleportation is completed, no one will be able to find him before he takes the initiative to show up.

The beleaguered Duke quickened his pace.

He hasn't been in such a mess for a long time, but it doesn't matter, everything is still on track.

Ahead, in that little clearing.There were circles of silver ripples in the air without warning, like a stone falling into a lake, and the startled ripples stood up.

The silver ripples spread bigger and bigger, and a four-wheel drive carriage slowly drove out of it.

The Fire Fortress, the car of the princess of the human empire, is known as the "moving castle that will never fall".

Duke Iris stopped.

The carriage door opened.

A maid stepped down from the carriage.

Sitting upright inside is the princess herself.

Crimson hair, crimson eyes, and bright red lips seemed to be dyed with blood.

The lifelike red butterfly landed on her hair, and flapped its wings slowly.

"Long time no see, Duke Mesenger, where are you going?"

There was a faint smile on the corner of the princess's mouth, as if she was greeting an old friend.

"Your Highness, since you can appear here, why don't you ask questions knowingly?"

The princess curled her lips and smiled quietly.

Duke Iris tentatively said: "My appeal should not conflict with your vision."

"There is no conflict, why do I have to put in so much effort?" The princess gestured to the maid under the carriage.

The maid bowed her head obediently.

The violent forces collided in an instant.

Flat wind.

The butterfly flew down from the princess's hair and landed on her fingertips.

The corners of her lips curled up slightly, and the princess blew in the direction of Duke Iris, and blew at Hongdie.

"What you haven't done, someone will do it for you."

With extremely condensed fire attribute energy, the red butterfly flies like a real butterfly, falling towards the target as if falling towards the stamen.

The terrifying energy dissipating from the wings distorted the surrounding space.

But the butterfly still gently and skillfully flapped its pair of gorgeous wings, and lightly and skillfully, it penetrated the forehead of the Duke of Iris.

The flames that ignited from nowhere wrapped around his body and burned up before the lifeless body fell to the ground.

"Alger." It was the calm and tired voice of the ninth executor.

Gore is here.

"Explain the dagger to him." The spellbook closed behind the mage and flew back into his hand.

"I can't see Philo being a good person all his life, but after his death, because he couldn't defend himself, he was misunderstood by the children he raised."

The female knight's eyes fell on the dagger in Alger's hand, her eyes were gentle and filled with nostalgia.

There was a very faint smile on her lips, very much like the former Fero, the only difference was that Ferro had never felt such a sad mood.

"Fero spent a lot of thought on this dagger, and almost begged that Burgess."

She spoke slowly.

"This Burgess." Dana suddenly pointed to the blacksmith beside him.

It was only then that Goer noticed that this handsome young man was not like a mortal. Even though he was haggard due to a series of accidents and his appearance was slightly diminished, he was still dazzling.

But after losing her beloved female knight, there was only a dead silence in her heart. Even such an extraordinary appearance could not stir up any waves in her heart.

Goer just nodded at him: "Your Excellency Burgess."

Burgess made a "please" gesture to her: "Please continue."

Goer gently closed his eyes, took a deep breath, opened his eyes again, and said to Alger:

"Actually, your weapon has always been very difficult to craft. Because you have to ensure that it can be used as a tool against the enemy, but also beware of it causing internal damage.

"The priests all believe that the significance of the trigger seal in the weapon is to protect other teachers, but Fero has always felt that it is also to protect you, Alger."

Alger was taken aback for a moment.

"The blood of the devil will erode your body and soul, paralyze your will, and confuse your mind. Just like a berserker, in a state of rage, it will kill regardless of enemy or friend."

The female knight Goer sighed: "Can you understand? He thinks that your kindness will make you regret what you have done. So, I want to take precautions for you."

Possession of goodness...

"Now, is it time for you to choose?" Gore asked him.

Without waiting for Argel's answer, she continued: "If Fei Luo is still alive..."

The always calm voice suddenly went out of tune slightly, she took a deep breath, raised her head to suppress the moisture in her eyes, gritted her teeth to calm down for a while, and then said: "In fact, he has always regretted it, he felt that he imposed his will on you.

"He once told me that for us, order and goodness are rooted in the soul. As the creation of the gods, we will naturally follow in the footsteps of the gods. To be inclined to evil is to fall.

"But you are different. Half of you belong to human beings and order, while the other half is endowed by the abyss. For you, there is no such thing as right or wrong.

"We shouldn't use human standards to ask you, it's not fair or just.

"If he's still alive..." Two lines of tears finally slipped down her cheeks, and her calm voice choked up: "He, will definitely say, don't carry burdens, and follow your heart's choice.

"Also, I'm sorry."

The heroic and courageous female knight, who never fears any darkness, mourns her lost lover on a moonless night and weeps uncontrollably.