On the other side of the team, the young think tank that was quickly following Ruechelius was named Lucius Antros. His originally archangel-like face was a model of the battle group - it was a pity that the hideous scar that occupied half of the face was the scar left by his first trial of the recruits, and it never disappeared according to his personal wishes.
He hopes to remember the lessons of that failure forever.
The young think tank was walking outside the team, with the long golden ponytail above his head swaying in the candlelight. Antros and Ruochsilius were always staring at Mephisto, strode forward.
The last battle brother of the Holy Blood Angel who was walking in the warriors who looked like a sculpture was named Albinu. The warrior's battle armor was decorated with golden badges and medals. Several precious warband relics distinguished him from other battle brothers, demonstrating his status as a high-level Holy Blood Priest.
The holy grail hanging around his waist was a pile of sacrifices, and an arm-type emergency device was installed on his left arm armor. This cluster of vicious chain saws and drills helped Albinu save the lives of many brothers in crisis and recovered the genetic seeds of countless fallen soldiers.
The blood slaves standing around looked at Albinu with reverence, even comparable to Dante.
According to rumors, sooner or later, Albinu will be promoted to the Supreme Holy Blood Priest, replacing the legendary warrior Kobro, who has served for five hundred years, and becoming the holder of the Bright Red Holy Grail.
The team stopped at the peak at the highest point and paid tribute to the solemn honorary guard commanders.
It was not until the scratching sound of the armor woke Mephisto up in his contemplation that he realized that his soul had already wandered beyond the sky.
He followed Dante through the vault. There was an abandoned church on the mountain. Now there was a thirty cold bodies in the middle of the resting place of the church dome: they were all stripped of armor, and their exaggerated muscles, which were far stronger than ordinary people, were wrapped in layers of red and gold brocade.
Albinu took the lead and confirmed that everyone's genetic seeds had been removed - it will be kept properly and continue to contribute to the battle group.
This is part of the etiquette, and the removal surgery was completed shortly after the soldiers died.
Then Albinu removed the silk that wrapped the body, and the bitter and spicy chemical smell filled the narrow church.
After symbolically examining his cold body, he murmured a few eulogies, Albino wrapped the brocade back, stepped back, and nodded to Dante.
As Dante stepped forward, the beautiful music played by the four-built speakers spread across the wilderness.
The blood slaves knelt down and put their hands together, and began to pray devoutly.
Dante took the book picked up by the Blood Slave, and his finger movements on the flying pages came to an abrupt end in the most suitable chapter.
He cleared his throat, and just wanted to say something and swallowed the words and sentences, looking back at Mephisto.
"Dianji."
The echo distorts and deforms Dante's tone.
"Would you like to send them your last trip in person?"
Mephisto stared at the layers of corpses without distraction, but was unable to come back to his senses from his thoughts.
Awakened by Dante's words, he looked up suddenly.
"Captain of the Battle?"
Dante handed out the book in his hand.
"This will be the last routine of the farewell journey, and it's your turn to show their past lives."
Mephisto carefully looked at the expression of the commander of the battle and tried to find clues that were inconsistent with his heart - although he also understood that "righteousness" never belonged to Dante's way of being a human being.
Realizing what happened to him, he still hoped to recite the eulogy himself?
It's incredible.
Mephisto hesitated for a moment, finally nodded and took the book handed over by the commander of the battle.
“We feel futile and sad…”
The sound of his reading was quiet and peaceful. As soon as the think tank spoke, the blood slaves surrounded him were silent - no one could have expected this direction in the final stage.
The one who ended the journey of sacrificing the Warriors was not the great commander of the battle or the noble priest of the Holy Blood—but Mephisto.
Through the bright lights in the blood slave's hands, clearly distinguished words stuck in Mephisto's throat.
He was also wondering whether he could properly shoulder the burden of his choice?
Dante thought he was safe, but only Mephisto knew that things were not that simple.
Only he understood what price he had paid to finally return to the present world.
Is he strong enough?
Can he really be a shadow under the rising sun of the battle group?
Can he really be a shadow in their souls?
Can he stick to himself?
On the other hand, Dante was also watching his actions.
With a sigh, Mephisto gently closed the book and handed it back.
Dante's eyes turned with concern, but Mephisto put his palm on the shoulder of a fallen warrior before he spoke, and chanted softly:
"For those who died unfortunately, we feel futile and sad. The blood sheds has sharpened the angel's blade, and the martyrs never sacrifice in vain."
For the next ten minutes, Mephisto sang a soul-suppressing song in memory to commemorate the dead—he didn't need that collection of hymns in leather nails.
There are not many books in the think tank sanctuary that he has never read through, and his memories are always accurate.
Despite facing Dante's eyes, Mephisto could still feel the eyes of the people around him - they were watching his consciousness and waiting for his shake.
But they were destined to be disappointed, and every time they read an eulogy, Mephisto's voice became more firm.
In the process, Albino occasionally casts a worrying glance at Dante, and the scene of the two talking a day ago once again emerges in his mind.
"Captain of the War Team, what do you think? Even if he looks peaceful on the surface now, it does not mean that his inner self is still complete. We all know that people who have experienced black anger cannot be complete anymore, so we must not indulge him, right?"
In Dante's private room, Albinu shook his head gently when facing the commander of the battle - his attitude was very negative.
Albino's attitude towards Mephisto was relatively firm. Perhaps because he had seen too many brothers fall into black anger and could not extricate himself, he insisted on detaining Mephisto and then sent to Barr's Tower of Death - which was another final belonging to the Lost.
Dante raised his eyebrows in the face of the Holy Blood Priest’s attitude.
"I will not 'indulge' anyone in the battle group, brothers Albinu, but I also have no habit of judging the fighting brothers without verification."
Afterwards, the most prestigious leader of the empire's battle group, his eyes turned sharp as sharp as a blade.
"Brothers, we each have our own destiny and our own burden."
In the end, Albino succumbed to Dante's tough attitude.
But it does not mean that he agrees with Mephisto.
"......Zhuzhutu Di Zhi, Cave Destroyed the Wonders..."
Mephisto's voice became louder and more confident, as if he wanted to prove something.
Under everyone's gaze, the last memorial he recited was like a thunderous sound, thrusting along the farewell queue with a dragon and tiger roar, shocking every heart that had once had doubts about him.