"Oh," despite being said to be in the sixth district and not doing his job properly, Carlos had never seen a real sacrifice scene, and was stunned by this shocking disgust on the spot. "I feel... it's going to be bad."

Aldo had no time to pay attention to him at this time and held the short-handed sword at his waist tightly: "I think you need an explanation, Lald...Dear Mr. Priest."

"Well, I have a little different view on this." Lald stretched his arms, and the blood printed on the wall seemed to flow, and the whole room was filled with blood.

A familiar sense of restraint came, and Carlos was almost stunned - this was a feeling similar to entering the "world" of Difu.

But Aldo turned his hand and closed the door of the secret room.

Rald could not be allowed to go out alive. At this moment, he was so calm that he was frighteningly calm. For the temple, the sword-holding priest practicing evil magic and attempting to sacrifice the lives of young hunters was indeed a big scandal, but the premise was that the "young hunter" himself was not a mixed race between Difu and humans.

Even if humans commit heinous crimes, in front of a mixed blood, it will become a matter for human beings. Aldo knew that all his reputation and future were based on a lie like a mirror - he was the son of a prostitute, his father was ominous, and his mother died of serious illness. Because of his talent, he was picked up by the kind-hearted archbishop and raised.

Although this background is not glorious, it is not enough to arouse people's hostility and can even earn some sympathy, but if...

He pulled out the short-handed sword around his waist inch by inch - that was given by the Temple. He did not have a family background like Carlos, and could allow his brother to send a sword engraved with the family emblem from afar. Everything he has so far was made by himself. At present, this glory is shaky and may fall apart at any time.

The moment Carlos saw Lalder, unreliable responses such as "Go to find the Archbishop", "Run out from here to expose this guy's hypocrite's mask", until he saw Aldo closing the door.

The blonde boy's face was pale, but his gray eyes were flashing with a fierce and decisive murderous intent. In the secret room full of blood, his handsome facial features looked almost ferocious.

Without any words or gestures, Carlos understood in an instant that Aldo really wanted to kill the person in front of him.

This made the young and brave hunter feel timid in his heart. Carlos had killed countless Difu and participated in countless battles, but never hurt a human...

He hesitated, but Aldo had already rushed up.

A bloody vortex rolled up in the secret room and blocked Aldo's face. A bloody claw stretched out in the middle, grabbed Aldo's chest at a speed that was hard to see by the naked eye. Aldo quickly dodged away, and five finger holes were captured on the clothes on his chest.

He cut horizontally with a short-handed sword and was grabbed by the claw. Aldo stepped on the ground tightly, and suddenly roared with a "ah" sound. His sleeves were rolled up by an invisible blade, tearing a hole open, revealing the strong muscles inside. With a crisp sound, the joints of the claws appeared.

Aldo suddenly pulled out the short-handed sword, raised his hands and slashed it straight down, and his claws were cut off by one, turning into blood mist and disappeared. The blood mist rolled back to Rald like boiling water. Aldo looked up and found that he had turned into a monster.

Ralder's limbs swelled, his chest grew bulges, and his fangs were all over it. The only face with a pale smile was disproportionately hung on it. The head, which was originally bigger than ordinary people, was like a bean nailed to his fist.

"The youngest Jin Zhang, the candidate for the next Archbishop," screamed from the bean-like head, "But I crush you now is like crushing an ant!"

"You can try it." Aldo said coldly.

The huge sickle that was longer than Aldo was slashed down on his head. Aldo used a short-handed sword to hold it, and the floor tiles under his feet cracked.

"Carl! Why are you standing there!"

Carlos didn't know when he got around the middle of the secret room, only one step away from the actually black flower, but he was stunned there - he saw the human bone box under the flower stand.

The heavy sword around him made a "buzzing" sound uneasy.

"You really think," Rald pressed the sickle down three inches, Aldo's knees began to tremble, and he was forced to bend a little, "Can the little devil deal with the already red Swanp Flower?"

The sweat beads on the forehead rolled into Aldo's eyes. He blinked quickly, raised his eyebrows and looked at the crazy guy. His ominous premonition became heavier and heavier - this guy was hit by an illusion, who was it?

Who left that daily book? Who led them here? Who opened the door to the secret room? Who made the idiot believe that he had already obtained the red Swanpu flower?

By the way! Human bone box!

"Card……"

He had only had time to spit out a sound, but Carlos had already raised his heavy sword and slashed at the flower stand and the human bone box below with unscrupulous force. The protruding wrists on the bones were clearly distinguished, and a violent energy instantly swept across the entire secret room. Aldo seemed to hear a scream in a trance. Then, the giant limbs and fangs on Rald's body shattered like falling mirrors at the same time. The gravity pressed on his head was gone, and the sickle hit the ground with a bang.

Lald fell to the ground and rolled in pain, and every week he rolled, a layer of flesh and blood fell, like a pig being skinned and ready to be slaughtered.

This is the backlash of sacrifice.

Carlos's heavy sword passed through the immature Swanpu flower and landed straight on the human bone box, and the sword and the box collapsed at the same time.

At this moment, the heavy sword in Carlos's hand changed incredible - Aldo saw that the scabbard he held in his hand became transparent in the air bit by bit, and then disappeared, and the Flaret family emblem at the hilt seemed to be roasted by high temperature, leaving only one side out of thin air.

The familiar figure of the boy blurred for a moment, and Aldo even had the illusion that he suddenly grew taller.

The human bone box rolled twice and fell to the ground. A gray mist emerged from it and floated in the air. It was vaguely in the shape of a person, rolling in the air in pain, as if there was a gap cut by a sword on his body, fiercely, with a strong murderous intent and looking at the boy from afar.

But Carlos suddenly laughed, and he said softly: "If my ancestors can behead you, then I can let you experience it again."

The boy's voice was mixed with a low and undetectable feeling, and a biting coldness oozed out. Aldo had never seen Carlos like this before, and couldn't help asking, "What is that?"

When this enemy was facing, Carlos turned around and looked at him with a complex and deep look that Aldo had never seen before, showing a bitter and nostalgic smile.

"It's a...dear old enemy." Carlos said, ignoring the grey mist behind him, rolling up a whirlwind, allowing it to penetrate his body straight.

"Carl!" Aldo's hands were cold at that time, and he caught Carlos's body. Carlos's whole body was as cold as if he had just been fished out of the river in winter. Even his eyes, which were always favored by the sun, showed a decadent and cold look.

"It's really realistic." Aldo heard the man in his arms mutter, then tilted his head and fainted against his arm.

After the gray mist penetrated Carlos's body, it sank into the bones, but it was still in the wailing Rald's body, as if a torch was thrown into the biogas, and a flame several meters high rose in Lald's body.

Aldo pressed his hand on Carlos's chest and felt the light ups and downs there. Then he breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up Carlos, carried his heavy sword on his body, quickly checked the traces of the two people, and strided out when the fire was about to burn his heels.

The explosion sounded, and Aldo couldn't help but look back. In the blood-stained secret room, it seemed as if a face was looking at him.

The secret room was about to collapse. As Aldo walked sideways through the narrow door, a mist stretched out and quietly rolled into the corner of his robe. A golden seal fell down and was covered by the roar. Aldo didn't hear it.

The temple priest's residence was burned by a fire and people died inside.

The news spread throughout the temple early the next morning. Aldo, who hid in his room with Carlos, carefully observed his back in the unknown mirror until he was sure there was no trace on it. He breathed a sigh of relief and changed into new clothes as if nothing had happened.

Turning around, he found that Carlos was awake and was lying on the bed, staring at him motionlessly.

Not paying attention to something wrong with his expression, Aldo said quickly: "Listen, Rald is dead. Now the temple is blocking the news. Internal investigation, even the teacher is alarmed, but we have not left anything. Don't be nervous. There are no extra wounds on the body. Even if they investigate the scene, they can only conclude that the respectable priest was backfired by his own magic circle."

Carlos looked at him silently.

Aldo walked around the room for a few times, then sat on the edge of the bed, looked directly into Carlos's eyes, and lowered his voice word by word, "Don't worry, I've dealt with all the clothes on my body. The night you spent in my room last night, we didn't go anywhere."

Carlos still didn't sound.

"No, I can't say that." Aldo stood up and thought for a while, "You can't say we're together, otherwise no one can escape if there is any problem. Once we are asked separately, it's easy to get a flaw. Well... I think, don't panic, yes, it's midnight, everyone should be sleeping in their own room. This is normal, most people can't prove it... Yes, remember, just say you're in your own room and you don't know anything. As long as you keep the answers to most people - by the way, I saw that thing passing through your body yesterday, was it hurt? Is it okay?"

Carlos laughed silently.

He was accidentally trapped in memory and was inspired by the fighting spirit when facing Satan in the human bone box. As the old enemy of life, the ultimate demon and the son of light instantly let his mental power over the shadow demon and wake him up from the young man's body. Now, looking at the not-so-authentic old friend in front of him, he felt a little disagreeable.

"I'm fine," he pushed Aldo's hand away and sat up, "very good-where is my sword?"

"Oh, I've put it on the bedside."

"Well..." Carlos thought for a while and decided to try what Aldo was like, so he asked on purpose, "Strange, why are my scabbard and the house emblem on the handle missing?"

“Last night…”

What was last night? Aldo couldn't say it anymore. He did remember that those things were still there before night and disappeared mysteriously when they came out of the secret room... However, when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that it was not like that. He had another vague impression, as if he had picked up Carlos's scabbard and stuffed it into something.

Where did it come from?

However, Aldo was stunned for less than a second, and stopped worrying about this matter. He hurriedly said, "Don't worry about the scabbard problem. Let's go back and have someone make another one for you--clear what I said just now? Listening to Carl, I have an ominous premonition about this incident. Yesterday, someone led us to that place, and someone gave Lalder an illusion. I don't know what his purpose is, but..."

"You'll be fine." Carlos interrupted him lightly.

He looked at Aldo in front of him with a young face. He was obviously worried, but he still pretended to be calm. Now this young man is still a juvenile beast. He has learned to show his emotions and anger, but he has not yet tempered his gratitude and shame. He has learned to be cunning and considerate, but he still lacks some heat.

Carlos couldn't help laughing and thought to himself: He is still a child.

Aldo was stunned. Before he could say anything, the door was slammed wildly: "Leo! Leo!"

Aldo glanced at Carlos, but the other party refused his eye contact, and just leaned quietly against the head of the bed, his fingers gathered on his heavy sword without shells and stalks. He seemed a little tired and indifferent. His wrists and a piece of arms were exposed in his wide sleeves, and a very deep scar stretched out to his wrist bones, but it was just a flash and covered under his sleeves.

Aldo opened the door, and a hunter rushed in: "Have you heard that the sword-holding priest is dead!"

Aldo had already adjusted his expression, revealing a timely and credible astonishment: "Oh..."

"It was cut into two pieces, and then the body was burned with fire, and the priest's mansion!"

This time Aldo was really shocked: "What?!"

"The Archbishop and the others have arrived. Anyway, go and check it out, I'll inform others."

Aldo sent away the guests with great worries. When he closed the door and walked in, Carlos pretended to be careless and asked, "Who is here? Gal?"

He could only remind him repeatedly - if Aldo was really too deeply involved in the play, outsiders would not be able to wake up, and he could only come out of his memories.

"...It's Cruise." Sure enough, Aldo didn't notice at all. Carlos said a name he had never heard of. He stood by the window for a while without any help, closed his eyes fiercely, and said in a deep voice, "Cruise said that Ralde was killed and his body was cut into two pieces. Sure enough, it was a problem. This was someone deliberately scapegoating. After a while... anything might happen. You'd better be mentally prepared and try to deal with it."

He pretended to be calm, but obviously not that calm. Otherwise, he would not have even noticed Carlos' excessively calm reaction and walked towards the square where many people had gathered.

Carlos had no choice but to drag his heavy sword, wrap it around his waist with a cloth, and then inserted it around his waist.
Chapter completed!