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The young knight roared loudly and ran anxiously under the night, rolling up the bloody blade and tearing open the sea of ​​​​fire, leaving no trace of scarlet behind.

The figure struggling to death in the flames rushed towards him desperately, but before he got closer to three steps, a translucent vapor had already hit him; the speed comparable to the speed of a rifle leaving the barrel made the mutant pagans only

I could clearly see the afterimage of the blade, and there was no time to dodge, and it was split into two.

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At the same time, combining his own power with the power "obtained" from Fel Crecy, the power of Louis Bernard's Sea Knight bloodline is not just as pure as one plus one, but directly reaches a new level.

, as if a door that had never been imagined was opened.

The ability to manipulate water vapor not only enriches his attack methods, but also greatly improves combat efficiency; his highly enhanced body and senses not only give him the endurance to manipulate water vapor, but also greatly improve the accuracy and scale of manipulation.

Of course, the increase in strength cannot be without cost, and it will only be more serious than in the past - but now Louis has no time to care about this. He only cares about whether he can rush to Freya as soon as possible and do everything possible to save her.

Although he could only detect a very weak aura, the young knight was 100% sure that the elf girl was still alive; the Iser elf who had awakened the power of his blood and became the "blasphemous mage" was not so easy to kill, and in a sense could even be killed

Said to be immortal.

As beings that violate the natural laws of this world, although they still look the same as before, they are essentially another form or level of life; they will not die due to injuries or organ failure.

The concept of life and death does not apply to them.

"Fifty meters ahead, turn left!"

Anson yelled and pulled the revolver trigger, and the lead bullet marked with [Hunting] pulled out a golden-red light pillar under the night sky. With the angle that it was instantly stuck, he shot six pagans' heads along the way with one shot;

The flaming tentacle's torso twitched and fell to the ground, knocking down an already crumbling building, which collapsed the moment the two passed by.

"boom--!"

The infidels who were unable to escape were buried alive, and streams of dark red blood flowed out from under the mountains of rubble.

After confirming that he had blocked the pursuers behind him, Anson, who was running wildly, immediately put his right hand into his shirt pocket and stuffed the last six rounds of lead bullets into the magazine - he was here for a banquet tonight, not a battle, so of course he couldn't do it all.

Armed.

"How far away?!"

"Come on, there are still two streets to go!"

Not daring to delay at all, Anson immediately responded to the young knight rushing at the front; Louis was in a very unstable mood now, and the power of his Sea Knight bloodline needed to remain calm, otherwise the ability would be directly ineffective - so he must not continue

Let him be too severely stimulated.

Precisely because of this, he never interfered with Louis' decision from beginning to end, and at the same time cooperated with his actions as much as possible, hiding his doubts deep in his heart.

For example, why didn't the gravekeeper kill Freya?

As the only blasphemous mage-level spellcaster in White Whale Port, Freya can be said to be the only one who can threaten their existence; as long as she is killed, even if all the rest are added, they will not be as good as her alone... Elf

value.

There are only two most reasonable explanations: they can't do it, or they do it on purpose.

"Bang--!"

One shot blasted the fish that had escaped the young knight's attack. The remaining round of ammunition was missing again. Anson, who was biting his pipe, frowned more and more.

It would be best if they couldn't really kill Freya due to their abilities or certain limitations; but then they would definitely try their best to prevent the rescue. The number of heretics blocking themselves and Louis should be more than this.

The combat effectiveness should also be a few levels higher, instead of the current stinky fish and rotten shrimp.

But if it was intentional... why?

What benefit can it bring to them by attracting themselves and Louis to the position where Freya fell?

"Puff-puff-puff-"

The translucent water vapor followed the figure of the young knight and swept out streaks of blood mist in the street. As the two figures continued to approach the target, the number of enemies became smaller and smaller; the pagans in the surrounding streets seemed to feel some kind of

A higher level of pressure would not dare to come near this place.

"Louis! We're almost there, just..."

"I know!"

Louis Bernard, who pursed his lips tightly, fixed his eyes on the ruins of a building directly in front of him; the two-story building seemed to have been penetrated by some kind of cylindrical falling object from the roof and then exploded, and it collapsed quite neatly.

Although he does not have the "power" of insight like Anson, his enhanced senses and keen sense of combat still allow him to feel an unknown smell.

Maybe...this is a trap.

With a flash of thought in his mind, Louis Bernard raised the long knife in front of him, and then... ran straight and without hesitation, towards the direction of the elf girl.

……………………

"I repeat, I really don't think this is a good idea!"

In the dark living room of Rune Mansion, the uneasy shouts of the Wild Hunt Knights echoed.

At this moment, the three Faithless Knights who were supposed to be staying in the "safe house" of the Beluga Harbor Council were standing motionless in the corner of the living room, staring at each other intently, with extremely uneasy expressions on each other's faces.

Carno chose to ignore Derek's complaints and complaints, while Ian had a bitter smile on his face.

Obviously, this decision was not made by him, and he could not do anything about the final result.

"Then I'll reiterate again, this is the best way."

The cold voice of William Gottfried came from the fourth corner of the room. The first technical advisor of the colony faced the wall and gestured around with the sterling silver pendant he took out from his neck, as if he was looking for something.

"So what exactly are you looking for?"

"A life-saving straw, a key prop to defeat or even reverse the situation. It is our only hope to successfully survive tonight."

"...Can you please give me more details?"

"It depends on how much you believe in what I'm doing. This is science, and I told you to believe in science."

"For you to escape from that lounge, we escorted you to kill dozens of heretics, and even went to the Luen family's house to steal things - I think we are qualified to know more detailed things."

"..."

Weakly putting down his sore right hand, William sighed helplessly. Sometimes he really envied the narcissistic Saint Isaac, who could show off his power in front of a group of ignorant people and proudly explain a lot of things that were completely obvious at a glance.

This is not the most painful thing. The most painful thing is that the next reaction of those ignorant people is completely predictable - they really don't understand how fun this kind of thing is.

Unfortunately, his plan still requires their presence, and they must be willing to accept it... Turning around silently, William spread his hands:

"It's easy. I'll explain it in as simple terms as possible, but I'll only say it once so please don't interrupt me."

The three of them, Derek, looked at each other and nodded in unison.

"To explain it in the simplest terms, it is that the gravekeepers of the Land of Rest are preparing to start their long-prepared... big plan in Beluga Harbor due to someone's reasons." William said feebly:

"Yes, I know you must have heard of this word. The old gods in the old world especially like to talk about this word. They want to restore the glory of the past when spellcasters ruled the world and destroy the false god of the Ring of Order."

"This is the 'big plan' in their minds. As far as I know, many Old God Sect organizations are really working in this direction, especially many Old God Sect organizations that have penetrated into various wealthy families - but this

Not the point!”

"The focus is on the real, most original 'big plan', which is to continue the ambition of the Three Old Gods, to allow the life in this world to continuously evolve, and to give birth to a truly 'perfect' life."

"Okay, don't be so surprised, because I'm almost as surprised as you - I didn't know about it more than ten minutes ago; but in terms of how to achieve this goal, the tombkeepers of the Resting Land have some... very creative ideas

.”

"I won't go into details. In short... they seem to be planning to use someone to distort the time and space of Beluga Port and bring the dead three old gods back to this world."

"What?!"

"Um?!"

"Are you kidding me?!"

The three people who had a tacit understanding blurted out almost simultaneously again, with shock on their faces.

"Very good, very good. I knew you would have this expression - so I knew a long time ago that it would be impossible for you not to interrupt."

William shrugged, with a look of helplessness on his face: "But you don't have to be so nervous, because it is impossible for the tombkeeper to succeed - the Luen family has long been aware of this problem, so they prepared a secret weapon in advance to avoid this kind of problem.

Worst case scenario.”

"And what we have to do now is to find this secret weapon, and then... bring it safely to the place where Anson Bach is, to stop the ambition of the tombkeeper."

"Yes, you should have guessed that that 'someone' is Anson Bach. If anything happens to him tonight, the three old gods will be resurrected in Moby Dick Harbor, and we will be completely ruined."

"Don't ask me why he is so special, because I don't know either. I only knew this information less than an hour earlier than you - that's it, what's the problem?"

"Just one."

Ian glanced at his companion: "That... secret weapon, what does it look like?"

"I don't mean anything else. I just think that since time is tight, maybe we should look for it separately, which may be more efficient."

"That's a good suggestion." William's eyes lit up, and then he spread his hands:

"Unfortunately, even I don't know its specific appearance because I have only been here once. I only know the existence of this secret weapon, so I'm afraid..."

The words stopped abruptly.

As if he heard something, William turned his head and looked at the window on one side, and smiled with a sigh of relief: "Ah, it seems we are lucky."
To be continued...