Book of Gods and Demons

It was about two miles from the street where Joe was attacked.

On the tower of an old small church, a man in a black cloak stood quietly on the top of the tower, looking out the street covered by a faint mist.

"It's... shameless!"

The man muttered in a low voice: "Your Majesty the Queen of the Durham Empire, she deserves to be the craziest and most terrifying grandmother in the entire Midland Continent...Sneak attack behind this kind of thing, in your capacity, how can this be done?"

"Poor majestic tower...oh, hell!"

"It doesn't matter if you are arrested... But those, our sword-bearer, the confidant who worked so hard to develop in the army... But because of your reckless actions, completely..."

The man turned his head and said softly: "Sir, do you have any contingency arrangements?"

A man wearing the uniform of a general of the Durham Empire emerged silently from behind the man. The shadow cast by the big brimmed hat obscured his face, making it difficult to see what he looked like.

Only his pair of eyes, very bright and bright eyes, are erupting out of volcanic eruption.

"Response arrangement? You are me, is it a god?"

"That idiot who believes in the power of muscles surpassing the wisdom of brains, he didn't give me any time to arrange... He came from Lucia up and down, and he ordered me to cooperate with his actions!"

The man in the cloak smiled: "In your detached status... the sword bearer does not need to obey the orders of the ‘king’."

The man squinted his eyes and looked up and down at the familiar and unfamiliar sword bearer: "Or, you have been hiding in the army for too long, and you have become accustomed to obeying orders? This is not good, this is not good at all..."

The sword bearer sneered. He turned around and said coldly: "This is the end of the matter, and there is no other way... However, they will not cause us trouble. It's just that I have been in the Durham Empire for nearly 20 years. Efforts, 70% of the organization was destroyed this time... the organization, no, it is your honorable kings, I must give me enough compensation."

The man in the cloak shrugged his shoulders: "As a humble lord, I cannot make any decisions for the kings. I can only say, I will convey your meaning to you sir... Ah, unfortunate majesty Tower of..."

The sword holder snorted coldly.

Aier organization, twenty-two members, swordsman.

The ‘lord’ is a member of the twenty-sixth level, whose status and status are only under the king, and the king’s right and left hand.

The man in a cloak in front of him is one of Florence's most powerful assistants, and the most mysterious ‘lord’ around Florence.

Even the sword bearer could not figure out the true identity of this ‘lord’ in the secular world.

"You don't seem to be worried about... the fall of Lord Florence?" The sword bearer suddenly turned his head and stared directly at the lord in front of him.

The man in the cloak was silent for a while, and then he laughed: "What should I say? Of course, I am sad, I am angry, I blame myself immensely, and at the same time hate my incompetence... But, life is going to pass. That's it."

"Your Excellency Florence... Well, to use a certain Donglu phrase, the Ji people have their own natural appearances. I believe that the Deren Empire will not use such extreme methods?"

There was a strange light flickering in the void.

Next to the lord and the sword bearer, a small piece of void about a thousand feet square, like a mirror made up of countless pieces of glass, shone messy and dazzling light.

The bizarre light of black and white enveloped everything, and this small space was suddenly cut off from the outside world.

It is as if someone cut out this small space with a sharp knife, and used magical power to piece it together into a box, sealing this small space inside.

Black and white have become the dominant colors of the world.

Everything turned white. In that cold and terrifying white like the face of a dead man, only our lord and the sword bearer became two black silhouettes, standing alone on the top of Bai Sensen’s tower.

"This is..." the lord exclaimed.

"Who is it?" The sword bearer drew out a sword sharply. He let out a sharp wolf howl, and the sword slashed forward fiercely, and a black arc flew forward hundreds of feet away, and then' With a snap, it exploded like a candle wick crushed by people, exploded into countless black light spots, and quickly integrated into this white and miserable world.

A writhing, weird, lonely and cold human figure appeared in the sky.

Black flames spurted out of the white and miserable world, and the black flames outlined a piece of deadly faces. These twisted, ugly, hideous faces, as if they were enduring endless torture, stared straight at the two.

"Damn...damn..." the lord hissed: "This is...this is...the realm of gods...who are you? Who are you?"

The body of the sword bearer was also tight, his body trembling unconsciously, under the shadow cast by his big brimmed hat, cold sweat oozes from his forehead, constantly flowing down his face Come down.

The writhing weird figure made a chuckle of light.

He flew forward slightly like a shadow, and passed through the lord's body with a ‘swish’.

The clothes on the lord's body were shattered, exploded into countless black particles and scattered. All the essence, qi, and body in his body disappeared without a trace the moment the weird figure passed through his body, and the whole person seemed to have been evacuated in an instant.

The lord's shriveled body shook, then fell to the ground and rolled down the tower ‘glulu’.

The sword-holder's hand holding the sword trembling violently, he felt a great danger and extreme horror from the strange figure in front of him... He looked at this figure as if he had seen'death' itself.

"Do you... want to go against the Al Organization?" The sword bearer screamed in a shivering voice.

In his capacity, whether in the Al organization or in the secular world, he has not been so gaffe in many years. He prides himself that after so many years of hiding in the army of the Durham Empire, he has also tempered the steel-like bone and courage.

But until today, he didn't realize that when he really faced death and the irresistible terror, he was still like a mortal... humble and timid.

"You...can...represent...Al?" The twisted figure hovered in front of the sword bearer, sneered'chichi'.

The sword bearer took a step back embarrassedly. He looked at the distorted figure with blinking eyes, and said in a low voice, "Is it, isn't it? Me, and mine... mine..."

"Your... Fox friend... Dog friend..." The twisted figure giggled and stretched out his right hand slowly.

He took out an exquisite badge and shook it to the sword bearer: "Al...it seems...I...so."

"Al...not...what...remarkable."

The pupil of the sword bearer suddenly shrank, shrinking to the size of a needle.

That badge.

That badge!

"Level Twenty-Nine...Archbishop." The sword-bearer looked at the distorted figure in despair: "Ha...the archbishop...the archbishop...the one who understands the heart, thoroughly understands the truth, is not deceived, and will never waver...the archbishop ."

"As lofty as you...why do you want to treat us inferiors..."

The sword bearer received no response.

The twisted figure fluttered forward lightly, penetrated his body straight, and completely harvested his life.

"Al...I...not rare...huh!"

The body of the sword bearer rolled down the steep tower roof ‘glulu’.

The black and white world wriggled and disappeared quietly, slowly blending with the normal world around it.

Wearing a fur robe, a felt hat on his head, the archbishop with his hands in his sleeves stood quietly on the top of the tower, looking at the street where the mist slowly dissipated in the distance.

He stood quietly on the top of the tower, watching quietly.

In the chapel, two old priests on duty heard the sound of the dead body falling to the ground. They opened the door, looked carefully into the courtyard, and then they shouted loudly.

Soon, the entire chapel became brightly lit. A dozen old and young priests, carrying lanterns and torches, trembled and surrounded two weird corpses with pale skin and transparent skin.

The archbishop stood quietly on the tower.

Some priests looked up, and he just stood on the tower, but these priests seemed to be blind, and they just couldn't'see' his figure.

A sharp police whistle came from afar.

The patrol police in this block led a small group of soldiers, UU reading www. uukanshu.com rushed to the chapel in a rush.

And the street two miles away was surrounded by soldiers from the brigade brigade.

Several long-overdue war airships were suspended in the air thousands of feet above the ground, and huge gas lamps sprinkled huge beams of light, illuminating the entire street as bright as day.

Across this distance, Margaret III's sharp sneer and angry roar could still be heard.

A faint light flashed in the archbishop's eyes, and he buckled his waist, quietly looking into the distance.

After a long time, after a long time, he suddenly sighed: "This...at the feet of the emperor, there are... a lot of right and wrong!"

Lifting his head, looking at the thick clouds in the sky quietly, the archbishop whispered: "Today... a good day and auspicious day... benefit... funeral."

Strands of black flames spurted from the soles of the archbishop's feet, and soon the black flames covered his whole body.

His body was like a paper man in the flames, turning into fine ashes, and disappeared without a trace when he was rolled by the howling cold wind.

A four-wheeled carriage, surrounded by more than a dozen knights, took advantage of the night and took advantage of most of Hyderabad’s attention. It was attracted to the incident of Joe’s attack on the street and quietly left Hyde. Pull the palace, follow Hydra Street all the way north.

The four-wheeled carriage followed a trail, flipped through the blood kapok mound, galloped all the way, and ran straight to the north.

When the sky was about to dawn, the carriage was nearly a hundred miles away from Hyderabad.

A world of black and white emerged slowly, wrapping the carriage and dozens of knights in it.

After a few breaths, the black and white world disappeared, and the knight, the horse, and the princess Elizabeth of the Ice Sea Kingdom in the carriage, as well as the two close maids, all died silently on the spot.