Vol 3 Chapter 78: Under the word of Saint 10, we declare ... (below)

The night was getting darker, but there was still no sign of the blizzard stopping.
In the roaring cold wind, the ice-cracking roar of the carrion demons could not be heard between the falling glaciers and snow-capped mountains; the only thing that could be clearly seen among the stars, only the distant standing of Niederhog shadow.
But the dark-haired wizard who fled for a whole day under the chase of the monsters was hiding in a deep cave in the collapsed snow mountain, his desperate mouth gasped, and his violently beating heart almost burst through his chest, tearing the entire body In half!
Clutching the "bright silver" in his hand tightly, Loren, who had trouble breathing, slumped on the ground against the mountain wall, and his dark pupil stared at the entrance of the cave without moving.
He was waiting for the guy who had chased him for a whole day to find himself.
And the other party will definitely come.
There is no other reason. As an apostle of Lemantes, this is enough. The running dog of the "dead" naturally has the same "hobby" as its owner.
Desperate desperation, disheartened distress, lingering panic under heavy siege ...
Perverted lunatics like this, right?
The wind and snow outside the cave have not stopped. The cold and bitter cold wind gradually makes the body stiff and numb. It gradually swallows the remaining heat in the tired body, and the left hand that grips the sword handle needs to be kept active. Not to lose consciousness.
The dark eyes under the messy hair were already covered with bloodshot eyes, and almost nothing could be seen in the dark night of the light source; the dark-haired wizard with trembling frozen teeth gently licked the cracked lips and tried his best to let himself Keep calm.
In the blurred vision, a staggering figure appeared outside the cave.
"Talkative little gentleman, I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon."
Faoud, walking on crutches, walked into the cave, but the gentle but subtle words showed a cold breath: "Injured, or your friends have left you exhausted?"
"Your Excellency, you are so happy to see you."
The roaring cold wind made Loren's body gradually numb, and he barely smiled a little: "To be precise, it should be that I am not going to run away."
"very good……"
The old man's tone became more and more cold: "The previous proposal is still valid-tell Niederhog's entrance to the old, and the previous things can be ignored, and the old will let you hug death without pain."
Slightly breathing, the dark-haired wizard struggled to get up from the ground, and his dark pupil exuded a searing gaze: "In fact, I also have a proposal for you ..."
"Oh?"
Fauda's expression was very delicate, and his eyes lit up: "I'm still going to continue dying and struggling ... it's so unfortunate!"
"Such stubborn creatures, the old must be punished in place of the" dead "! Torture, torture, torture! Steel nail ear filling, digging eyes and nose, prying the skull and brain, opening the chest and filthy, chopping human sticks, peeling skin ... … "
The old man who had just calmed down suddenly murmured like a fierce beast with a smell, and kept making wind-breaking noises in his throat.
But his voice stopped abruptly-another footstep sound appeared outside the cave.
There is also the sound of Jian Feng's sheathing.
In just a moment, the excited Fauda recovered his original indifference, and the old man who did not turn his head slightly nodded, his mouth grinning with white teeth showing: "This bad, lowly stench smell, old and old can be remembered clearly. ...
That's right, only the dogs of Holy Cross will exude this smell! "
The expressionless guardian knight pulled out his blade and stepped closer to Faouda behind him step by step; the star, covered with gaps, dragged his feet down, leaving a deep scratch on the snow on the ground.
The dark-haired wizard who slowly stood up hung down the bright silver in his hand, the corners of his cracked mouth whispered softly, and the gray-blue swordman's glory bloomed in the dark midnight, like a cold flame continually swallowing his tongue.
Fawda squeezed the cane in his hand and glanced at the guard knight behind him with a look of contempt, staring coldly at the eyes of the dark-haired wizard.
"A sorcerer and a church knight ... You are struggling to take the risk of dying to bring old age here. Is this your trap?"
"Yes, this is my trap-and it is my last, the only hole card." Loren slowly said: "And you will die here!"
"Ridiculous, old power ..."
"The evil Lemantes, also known as the" dead corpse ", personally created the culprit of the horrible monster such as the corpse demon, and the devil in control of the final form of" death ", in other words, as long as it is The living creature that can be killed is absolutely vulnerable in front of it! "
Suddenly speaking, Loren interrupted the old man coldly: "As long as the 'dead' are all servants of Lemantes, they can take their lives and give them, even transforming between the two."
"So we, who are still flesh and blood, have absolutely no chance in front of Le Mantes."
"But ... you are not Lemantes; Lord Fauda, ​​you are just Lemantes's apostle ... so, the power you have is limited, or" extremely "limited."
"Isn't it? If it is the evil Lemantes, then even hundreds of thousands of carrion demons can be at the mercy of it, and even the successive snowy mountains will turn into ashes in front of it! "
"It would be better to say that the reason why the original barren land became what it is today is precisely because of the results of Lemantes's power."
The calm Loren spoke quickly, and in the face of Fauda's increasingly ugly expression, he kept saying:
"If you also have Lemantes comparable to ... No, even just the power of proximity, a caster in the lower zone has already turned into ashes; the reason for the delay is not because of how smart it is below, nor because of you. Of water deliberately. "
"To describe it, if Lymantes is the moon, you are at most a fluorescent stone; the seemingly terrifying power is nothing but a crude and clumsy imitation, comparable to a poorly cast spellcaster!"
"So the real answer is simple, your strength is not enough to kill me, because you are ...
too! weak! Alright! "
The voice echoed for a long time in the cave, and the guard knight approaching from the back stopped, squinting at the slightly trembling "old man".
In the sight of the dark-haired wizard, Fawdan ’s cold face kept twisting, and his face changed constantly; the tight-hearted Loren swallowed hard, his left hand clenching the sword handle began. Sweating.
Asriel ... You better not lie to me this time, otherwise the one I go to will definitely drag you!
"Ah ... that's true, my dear Lorren began to doubt poor Asriel again." A young boy's sighing sound came to Lorren's mind:
"At least this time, I really didn't lie-as I mentioned, every evil spirit is very familiar with each other; and Lemantes, a perverted lunatic, may be thinking strangely, acting strangely, disgusting and intoxicated. The sacrifice ceremony of various ghosts and animals ... "
"But, like all perverts and lunatics, the most unbearable is the verbal provocation and stimulation!"
Without waiting for Loren to notice it ~ EbookFREE.me ~ In the blink of an eye, Fauda screamed like a fierce beast, trembling and raised his right hand with a black skeleton!
At that moment, Loren seemed to see himself opening the "valve" for the first time in the big tree wall.
A thin black line poured out from the skull mark, along the withered arm and neck, and gradually cheeked up to the whole cheek, and finally covered the whole body, making the roaring sound of the Fawda sound like a screaming heartbreak!
The guard knight and the dark-haired wizard, who changed their face slightly, glanced at each other. The two raised their sharp blades at the same time and moved slowly, ready to go.
Faou Da, who was covered with "black lines", screamed and lowered his head! The twitching limbs are like some kind of monster crawling around in his body.
"The humble creatures, the dirty dogs of Holy Cross ..."
Slowly raising his head, Fawda ’s yellow eyes were completely saturated with black lines, and the open mouth kept overflowing with thick pus:
"Ready ... are you facing death- ?!"