When the "legendary" Archbishop Aldo appeared in front of everyone again, the word that modified him almost became "bizarre".

Fortunately, the Temple is a place where "strange things happen every year and many this year". Although everyone was a little scared for a while, it was not as good as not to accept it.

When the four of them left the underground palace in different thoughts, they realized that the sky had darkened.

Scoller could no longer hold on, and he leaned half of his body against Louis. As soon as he came out, he was helped by Louis to rest.

Mr. Goode stretched and said to Gal: "If it's convenient, can I visit the ancient priest who has been entrusted to your house tonight?"

The current Archbishop is erecting his huge beer belly, and basically reaches his heavyweight alone. Under the influence of gravity, it is easy to form a calm and composed aura that is unmoved - such as Garfield - and now, Mr. Goode has even seen Archbishop Aldo. I am afraid that even if someone tells him that the person who lives in Gar's house is Carlos himself, he will not be surprised.

Gal called the landline phone in his house, but no one answered. He sighed, thinking that this was expected - compared with Archbishop Aldo, who was extremely mysterious and majestic, the ancient priest in his family was really a bit outrageous.

Given that they have been shopping until now, Gal believes that Mr. John Smith is likely to be caught in an ice cream shop or electric game hall.

So he called Evan again, and he beat him three times, but no one answered him.

Gal had to turn his head and say to the Archbishop: "I can't contact them for the time being and may not be home yet, so I suggest you find a place to have a little dinner first."

Archbishop Goode smiled: "The cheese blueberry pie at the 'Temple Day Trip Restaurant' has always been one of the top ten delicacies in Sarah. We don't have many opportunities to eat ourselves. Why not take advantage of today?"

They both chewed the cheese of the jam without any pressure, and poor Evan was playing a life-and-death hour on the ice.

His feet slipped and almost rolled down the narrow steps. The ice sword that John gave him also fell. Fortunately, the steps were spiraled, and the rolling sword was caught by the next step. Evan picked it up again with his hands and feet. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw John playing a terrifying move - the Abyss Jackal had already chased him, but the guy stopped calmly.

Then, the ice layer under his feet suddenly turned into a huge rotating slide - they just saw it in the shopping mall's children's playground in the afternoon. John raised his leg and slid down without any instruction. He still had time to whistle at Evan, who was prostrating his body: "Run, buddy! If I'm idle again, I'll be smashed into a meat pie... cough cough."

The fragile cough could not conceal the reality that he was having fun with the spinning slide...

But under the slide, there was no cushioning ocean balls, only the cold lake water, but John didn't care at all. The speed of the lake water rolling up the whirlpool condensed into an ice ladder was always falling faster than him.

Evan gritted his teeth and was like a stupid turtle slipping on the ice. He got up after using his strength to get up, and a layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

The Abyss Jackal obviously didn't like the children's playground. It roared and began to use its huge body to hit the shelf of the "ice slide" - although the thing was not as fragile as it looked, the ice slag was still falling in the impact one after another, which made Evan feel frightened.

John's voice came from below: "Look at what I do? Don't waste time! Why don't you run!"

With a "boom", the entire slide was smashed, and large pieces of shattered ice smashed into John's head in the air.

Evan screamed: Even if the ice is lighter than water, such a large piece is enough to smash the priest into a priest's pie. He felt his heart rise to his throat, and he quickly fell down, leaned on the edge of the ice staircase, and looked down nervously.

When the ice cube was about to touch John's beautiful head, it suddenly turned into water. At the same time, all the ice cubes under the feet of the Abyss Jackal exploded. The entire lake surface, except for the steps that did not conform to physical principles and were still hanging high at Evan's feet, was immediately swallowed up by the cold lake water.

"John!"

Evan shouted at the top of his throat, but John did not respond, but the water surface trembled violently, and a huge thing emerged from below - the sky! The Abyss Jackal is much bigger than before!

This thing must have agar in the body, and it will expand as soon as it soaks!

However, the moment the abyss jackal came out of the water, the water on its body suddenly condensed into ice in an instant, and it was frozen into an ice sculpture.

John's head finally showed up on the lake. He reached out and grabbed a piece of ice and waved hard at Evan: "At the back of its neck, aim at! Jump!"

Evan's legs were trembling like sieves, holding the ice sword in his hand tightly, and moving it restlessly from a high place... aimed at the back of his neck?

How can I aim it at it after I jumped? He can't "walk in the air"! The possibility of poking the abyss jackal's butt or tail is relatively high, right?

"Evan, what are you still rubbing against?" The ice layer covered by the Abyss Jackal was cracking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the thick ice layer could hardly seal the big guy.

At this tense moment, Evan suddenly felt a urge to urinate in his heart. He really had the heart to show him.

"For the sake of the shabby roof of the temple, don't stare at it affectionately, do something!" John shouted.

Evan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and jumped up with a scream: "Ah--"

Then he was as straight as a wooden stick, holding his mighty ice sword, and dancing an eight-claw dance in the air with his teeth and claws... and passed by the abyss jackal and sank into the water with a thud.

There were bubbles gushing on the water.

John's face finally showed a terrible expression on his cold face.

He even couldn't even poke his prey. Such a talented partner has great significance in John's wonderful life.

Mr. Evan Gorlado, you are truly a great pioneer across the ages!

John knew that as an excellent hunter, he should not think so, but at present, except for the word "help" there is really no word that can describe his sad and angry mood.

He suddenly had a little resonance with Louis: Why did the Temple let such a guy graduate? Is this archbishop already confused?!

At the same time, the Abyss Jackal finally let out a roar and broke free from John's bondage. The huge broken ice collapsed on it. It roared to the sky and thawed.

The abyss jackal, who was almost frozen into ice, was furious. The next moment, it opened its bloody mouth and leaned over to bite John who was lying on the water.

John sighed, and the water wrapped around him suddenly retreated to both sides, condensed into a small ice surface under his feet, just enough for him to stand on it. John had an ice sword in his hand, and blood and water fell from the wound on his chest together. He stood up straight, but his whole body showed a sharp murderous aura.

Just as he was about to face the sharp teeth of the Abyss Jackal, the huge body of the Abyss Jackal suddenly twitched, as if suffering some severe pain. He hysterically threw up his body, and Evan, who had fallen under the water, was thrown out.

Although John didn't figure out what was going on, it didn't prevent him from making a quick decision. The circle under the Abyss Jackal condensed into an ice circle, firming it tightly inside, and the ice ladder hanging in the air tilted straight down, and a sharp blade was drawn in the air, accurately penetrating the throat of the Abyss Jackal.

This time, the beast didn't even scream, and then went back to hell to meet Satan.

As soon as the owner of the "world" died, it immediately broke open, and the thick fog and black abyss disappeared instantly, and the corpse of the abyss jackal floated on a piece of ice, which had returned to the size of an ordinary jackal.

John pressed the torn wound with a pale face, gasped for a while before he checked the corpse of the Abyss Jackal. When he saw the ice sword that protruded from its butt and pushed its tail up... he was silent.

Then John turned to Evan, who was struggling to climb up with a complicated expression, trying to climb onto the other side of the ice.

"I was going to ask you to find its neck thorn," John said calmly.

"I...I'm not aiming." Evan said ashamed, explaining in a low voice, "but I fell into the water and hit it right on its tail. I was swept a few times by its tail, and choked on the water. I only remember to stab the ice sword on it..."

"Well, you stabbed." John pulled the corpse of the abyss jackal with his toes and said with a more complicated expression, "You stabbed its fart/eye."

Evan: “…”

John laughed briefly, but his body suddenly shook and fell to his knees on the ice.

"Oh my God! Why are you..." Evan rolled up and crawled up. Before he could stand firm, he saw the blood coming out of the torn wound on the other party's chest. So before he finished speaking, his legs turned into noodles and fainted softly on the ice.

John fell on the ice exhausted, suppressing the smell of fishyness in his throat, and summed up his whole day's itinerary with joy - it was a fucking fulfilling and meaningful day.

Gal, who was enjoying the cheese pie, called Evan again during the meal, but learned that the other party had turned off. He shrugged, closed the phone, and said to Mr. Goode: "I was so excited just now that I forgot to ask Bishop Aldo about the Sword Priest, by the way, I forgot to ask Carlos about the matter."

Mr. Goode thought for a while: "I'll have a chance to see the Archbishop again, but about your ancestor, isn't it the same for that priest?"

"That's right," Gal laughed, "Actually, I still think John is Carlos."

Mr. Goode paused: "Why not? It's not that there is no possibility."

"Louis said Carlos had never served as the sword-holding priest," Gal said, "and subjectively... I can't see anything like him and the statue in Atorat Cemetery."

"In your heart, what kind of person should Carlos be?"

Gal thought for a while: "Even if he is not like the image of the warrior in the cemetery, he should at least be similar to Archbishop Aldo. He doesn't talk much, is alienated and polite, and makes people difficult to get close to, so he has to worship... Of course, I still think Mr. Smith is more cute. You will know when you see him. It's really incredible that the temple once had such a young and energetic priest, and he is very likable... like a living person."

Like a living person.

Gal remembered Aldo's cold gray eyes, and swept across everyone... and even when he even saw the barrier core, there was an obvious indifference in his eyes.

Gal thought in another way that if he woke up and was suddenly told that it was a thousand years later, even if he wanted to be smarter and calmer and as calm as possible, he would be full of exploration and novelty for the new world.

But Archbishop Aldo, he didn't even want to look at it.

Even if this is the world he guards from birth to death, and from death to life.
Chapter completed!