"It is said that when Morteris was still a bishop, he once saved a Shadow Stalker. The latter then followed him and became his shadow. He is the most trusted person of that old thing. I have been looking for that guy at the banquet, but I never found him. Now, I finally know where he is."
As soon as D 'Addario's voice trailed off, the poison-coated scimitar had already slashed the back of the Holy Knight. No one knew what the scimitar was made of, but the heavy knight armor that the Temple had meticulously forged was as fragile as a piece of paper in front of it. The poison-coated scimitar easily cut through the armor, and the scimitar then slashed the spine of the young Holy Knight.
The latter let out a roar of pain. The scimitar was very deep, as if it was going to cut his whole body in half.
However, he was also very experienced in combat. He immediately gathered all the strength in his body, tightened his muscles, and clamped the scimitar tightly, not letting it go any deeper. At the same time, he endured the pain and turned his head. He did not care about the Shadow Stalker who had sneakily attacked him, but looked at the old bishop who had been maintaining a kind expression.
The scimitar just now almost cut through his spine, but with the strong defensive ability of a Holy Knight, he did not fall immediately. Instead, he raised the sword in his hand and aimed it at the latter's head. At this moment, his eyes emitted a terrifying light, like a wounded beast. He did not even notice that his pupils had turned into a strange light gray color.
"This perseverance is really admirable. Ordinary people would die on the spot after being poisoned by Dean's scimitar. Even a Holy Knight would immediately lose his ability to move. Yet, you can still turn around. Should I say that the power of hatred is really extraordinary?"
The Holy Knight who had been stabbed in the back glared angrily. "You devil, do you still remember what you did in the past?"
Morteris said calmly, "I am an old man, and I have long forgotten many things."
"No, this one thing you will definitely not forget. Thirty-six years ago, in a small village in the mountains with less than ten families, you tried to make an iron-backed rhinoceros go crazy in order to leave there. It rushed into the village and slaughtered everyone in the village …" The Holy Knight was clearly an arrow at the end of its flight, but he still forced himself to say this because he was worried that once he died, no one would ever know about this. He stabbed his sword into the ground to support his body and did not fall.
"That matter … I still remember it." This was the first time Morteris looked surprised tonight. "Do you have something to do with that small village?"
The Holy Knight laughed mournfully. "You are not the only person who survived in that small village. Just the night before, my brother and I were sent to our uncle's house in town as guests, so we escaped. When we returned to the village, everyone was gone. Everything was gone … Father and mother, as well as the aunt and uncle next door. Everyone was buried along with your ambition."
Morteris pondered for a moment. "Joel and Tom? I remember you. I was the one who baptized you on the day you were born. After that, when I did a headcount, I did not see your bodies, so I went back to look for you for a long time. "
"Haha, you are afraid that we will seek revenge on you when we grow up," the assassin in black said through gritted teeth as he supported the Holy Knight who was on the verge of falling.
Who would have thought that an assassin and a Holy Knight would be brothers? No wonder he stopped the Shadow Stalker named Dion at all costs when he saw him attack the Holy Knight. However, it was also because of his brotherly love that both of them were in danger now.
The old bishop shook his head and said, "I have done many things in my life. Sometimes, in order to achieve a greater goal, I had to choose to sacrifice some people. Although we all talk about our faith in the gods, I do not expect others to be as firm in their faith as I am. I do not expect others to be willing to give up the things that they cherish without hesitation. So sometimes, I have to use some extreme measures. But this does not include the incident that happened 36 years ago. Speaking of which, I have to thank you. Over the years, there have been many people who wanted to kill me, and at least half of them died under your sword."
Blood flowed from the Holy Knight named Joel's face, making him look particularly ferocious. "Do you think I will believe you? No one knows your viciousness and cunning better than me. Over the years, I have saved your life so many times, but you have never truly trusted me and Cal. You deliberately sowed discord between us and made us hold each other back. In your eyes, we are just your two knives. Do you think I do not know that even if I did not attack, those people would not have the chance to hurt you? So, in order to prevent you from suspecting me, I had no choice but to kill them. "
"You see, we are all the same. In order to achieve our goals, we can always find reasons to convince ourselves to ignore the pain of others," Morteris said calmly. Morteris said calmly, "However, you have already come this far in order to take revenge on me. Not many people in the entire Knight Division can achieve this. I heard that the leader of the Second Knight Division thinks very highly of you, and he even intends to train you to take over his position. Why do you have to do this? Isn't it better to just live a good life?"
"Live a good life … Are you kidding me?!" The Holy Knight named Joel grinned. No one knew what kind of poison was on the machete, but when he spoke, his skin began to peel off, making him look even more terrifying. "My life was ruined by you when I was six years old. If it were not for hatred, I would have died a long time ago. I have been waiting for this day all my life, and I have been planning for it for 30 years. I have been living carefully by your side all these years. After waiting for so long for this opportunity, how can I give it up?!!!"
The Holy Knight used all his strength to pull out the saber that was stuck in the ground and deliver the final blow.
Just … just a little bit more. He had already used the fight with the assassin in black as a cover to quietly close the distance between him and the old bishop. If he was given a little more time, he would be able to complete the final joint attack with his brother, the joint attack that they had practiced thousands of times.
Then, the justice that they had been searching for so long would come.
However, this action, which was usually easy for him, was now unprecedentedly difficult. The assassin in black hugged him and cried bitterly, "Brother Joel, cheer up. I will take you out of here."
However, at this moment, the two of them were surrounded by the guards of the count's mansion, not to mention that there was a mysterious Shadow Stalker beside Morteris.
The female assassin behind the flowers was also in tears. She looked at Rob and Deidarion with pleading eyes.
The president of the Magic Association shook his head and said, "It's hopeless. If I'm not mistaken, he should have been poisoned by a combination of gray dolphin and blue striped grass. It has been so long, and his muscle fibers have long been destroyed by the poison. He can only hold on until now by relying on his last breath. Uh … Could it be that you like him?"
The female assassin nodded, her eyes blurred with tears.
"I should have guessed it. What other power can make a woman willingly accompany a man to fight to the death?"
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