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Time is back to the day of battle between the Legion of Discord and the heirs of the undead.

In the underground passage of the relief society, a twisted orb appeared in the pitch black space, and two figures fell out of the orb.

The tattooed man's face was pale, he let go of Jerome, who was seriously injured in his arms, and sat on the ground and began to gasp.

"Go by yourself, take me not far at all." Jerome raised his hand weakly and pointed to the top of his head.

The tattooed man put the other person on his body, shook his head and said: "You should know that I cannot agree to this proposal."

Seeing his partner's crumbling body, Jerome frowned and said, "Perhaps we can rest for a while. You have used your abilities three times in a row. If you continue like this, you will die here before you escape."

Before the tattooed man could speak, vague roars and roars came from the ground far away.

"The undead are eager for the flesh and blood of the living, and they never know what rest is." The tattooed man hugged Jerome, the tattoos all over his body began to sparkle with a strange light, and a spherical twist appeared beside the two. Space, after a while, their figures disappeared in the underground passage.

The place where the sphere reappears is less than a hundred meters from the hole on the ground, and the sunlight projected into the ground from the outside is faintly visible.

Jerome supported his body with a long sword, looking at the light in the distance, his face was full of joy after the disaster: "We are going out soon!"

The tattooed man slowly pushed Jerome away. The skin on top and bottom of his body looked like a painted wall, peeling off piece by piece: "Sorry, sir, I'm afraid I can't go out with you..."

Jerome opened his eyes and grasped each other tightly with his hands: "Hold on for a few more minutes and walk out of this **** grave with me!"

"I know my body best, it's too late..." The tattooed man stood up, watched his whole body slowly disintegrate and disintegrated, turned his head and said to Jerome: "My lord, get out of here alive and stop here. Everything. If the army of the Necromancer grows up, the church, the barbarians, the elders... will be unable to contend with it. At that time, there will be no more conflicts between religions and kingdoms in this world, and will take its place. It will be an endless war between the dead and the living."

After saying this, the tattooed man dragged his dying body, turned his back to the direction of the light, and walked into the endless darkness of the underground.

After a few minutes, a huge black ball appeared in the center of the underground passage. The mud and sand were cut and dropped by the edges of the black ball, causing a strong collapse and burying the entire passage.

Jerome closed his eyes in pain, and knelt down on the ground trembling. The long sword in his hand was pierced into the soil by a huge force, and his devilish left hand destroyed everything around him.

Looking at the rigorous passage that was blocked by earth and rocks in front of him, the roars of the dead were heard in his ears, Jerome stood up with his long sword stalked, and finally took a look at the darkness when he came, turned and walked towards the light. Of the hole.

On the ground, the quiet villages, gurgling streams, and beautiful scenery make it really difficult to connect everything in front of you with the terrifying and ugly things underground.

Jerome followed the fence and limped towards the entrance of the village.

A person covered in black robe blocked his way.

Bang bang bang.

Gentle applause came from the black-robed man, Jerome stood firm, raised his long sword, and looked forward guardedly.

"To survive the attack of the army of the Necromancer and escape here, you really surprised me, Lord Jerome." The black-robed man adjusted the direction of his standing, and a nail clipper appeared on the opponent's. In his hand, he grinds his nails in time: "But on the other hand, I am very disappointed. The strength of the Presbyterian Dispute Legion is so far from what I imagined. The three sergeants plus the ninth pick It’s so vulnerable to the necromantic successor."

"Who are you?!"

Hearing Jerome's question, the black-robed man smiled happily: "Who am I is important? Don't you think that the most important thing is what I want to do next?!"

Seeing the embarrassed appearance of the ninth pick, the black-robed man suddenly changed the subject: "Jerome, tell me, do you believe in God?"

Jerome didn't answer, he looked around, looking for things he could use.

The black-robed man said to himself: "I used to live in the **** of the heretical inquisition for a period of time. You can imagine all the pain and torture, and I have experienced it carefully and seriously. They filled a bag full of it. The hungry mice will cut open the wounds on my feet and put them in the bags. After the blood has solidified and the wounds are scarred, they will repeat the process again."

The black-robed man's voice became low, as if he was remembering something: "At that time, in hell, the only time I could get a moment of peace was to imagine the existence of the gods. I prayed over and over again, again and again. No matter what it looks like, no matter what faith he comes from, as long as he can save me from here."

"Do you know what I am waiting for, the death of my family, the escalation of punishment, the increase of pain, at that time, my heart told myself this sentence-God is dead! I see myself as a living dead, Abandoning life and light behind my head, I chose to become a dependent of death and darkness." The black-robed man raised his voice: "Until I met Absolute Will!"

Jerome's tone was somewhat mocking: "Absolute Will?!"

Looking at each other with compassionate eyes, the black-robed man raised his hands and faced the sky: "Absolute will is the only **** in this universe. Heavenly Father, God, ancient gods and others are just his creations and their power. It was also granted by him. The Absolute Will told me that he pursues the ultimate existence. He gave me a mission to find a way for species to exist and be powerful in the way of death. He wants me to be his agent!"

Jerome looked at the crazy black-robed man in front of him, and suddenly remembered something: "You killed Lord Theodore?"

"Yes~lightnovelpub.net~ He is an obstacle in the vision of Absolute Will." The black-robed man retracted his hand to his sleeve: "This is a painful decision, but it is better than the necromantic successor. It’s better to get into the hands of the church."

Jerome squeezed the sword in his hand: "So, next, are you going to kill me?"

"You?" The black-robed man laughed: "In the past, the Legion of Strife may have been an existence I must look up to. But after joining the Absolute Will, you people are just a bunch of small things to me. Gravel. From before me, run away like a mouse. Your destiny will soon be like other creatures, stepping into the embrace of death."

Seeing the black-robed man just standing there with a smile, Jerome moved his steps carefully, leaving the village under the watch of the other party.

In the next few days, Jerome marched on the road, but lost his goal. The failure of the mission, coupled with wounds, hunger, and despair, forced him to rethink who he was asking for help.

When this warrior of the Legion of Discord finally fell on the border of Muxi Town, watching a tall knight approaching him, the darkness in front of him gradually filled his entire world.