The dark fog was burning like a flame.
The white-haired girl next to the Night Lord moaned in pain. Her body went limp and she almost fell to the ground.
But the Night Lord immediately put his arm around her waist and held her firmly in his arms.
"Are you okay?" Lin Sheng asked in a low voice inside the Night Lord's body.
There were only two people in the cold and empty temple at this time.
Khadula endured the lingering pain all over his body as he struggled to get up.
"I'm okay …"
Lin Sheng nodded. He let go of her and turned to walk down the prayer platform.
Walking out of the temple, he looked up at the crescent moon in the sky.
"It seems that it was just an appetizer. This time, a powerful enemy finally came."
He could feel the blood in his body boiling.
"Oh no, now it should be the blood in the Night Lord's body boiling …"
Lin Sheng licked his lips, his eyes slightly burning.
He had not fought for a long time. The opponents he had faced in the past were either far beyond his imagination or indescribably weak garbage.
But this time was different.
Controlling the body of the Night Lord, he could feel the indescribable power in his body. The power was rushing and surging, like a volcano about to erupt.
"Hiss …"
He slowly pulled out the dark golden long sword behind his back. His body suddenly turned into a cloud of black smoke and dissipated, flying down the mountain.
Khadula slowly chased from the temple behind him, gritted his teeth, and also turned into a wisp of black smoke.
…
…
In a dark street near the outskirts of Shermanton.
Countless pieces of flesh and blood were scattered on the ground, and the scene was a mess. It looked more bloody than the most brutal murder scene.
Several masters of the Bloodgrave quickly arrived at the scene and saw the blue-haired, red-eyed boy standing in the middle of the field.
They quickly trembled and knelt on one knee.
"Greetings, Lord Yinan!"
The group of people shouted in unison, and for a time, the entire area was filled with their voices.
The blue-haired, red-eyed boy ignored them. The Bloodgrave was just a small one among the three major organizations under him.
He smiled and slowly walked to the body of Khadula, bent down and picked up a few paper stars that were lucky not to be cut.
Some of the red and blue stars were squashed, stained with blood, and looked a little dirty.
"I haven't seen such sincere things for a long time. How nostalgic. "
The young man sighed.
"Teacher …" Reni wanted to say something but stopped. But now that he had killed an important member of the enemy, shouldn't the most important thing be to attack the root of the problem and settle everything?
Wouldn't it be a waste of time to stay here?
However, he never dared to say too much about his teacher's intentions.
Although he was a Five Winger, he still could not see his teacher's height.
Palatinates.
That was an unimaginable and terrifying realm of turning evil energy into one's own.
His teacher always said that he lacked some kind of realm, but Reni had never been able to find out what it was.
Until the last time he was on that ship, he was struck by the black-eyed youth from the Temple from afar, causing half of his body to be smashed into smithereens, and he was severely injured.
When he was on his deathbed, he seemed to have vaguely comprehended something.
His teacher had discovered this, and in order to seize this moment of opportunity, he decided to bring him to Xylond to find the Holy Cathedral again.
"Don't worry." The blue-haired, red-eyed youth smiled and tossed the star in his hand.
"I'm here, aren't I?" He turned around and looked at the dark street behind him.
Whoosh … Whoosh … Whoosh …
Wisps of black smoke fell quickly and turned into various figures with pale arms.
More and more figures appeared, and they gradually surrounded all the Bloodgrave people present.
The surrounding residential buildings, which were still lit, seemed to feel some kind of tension. They turned off the lights and were silent.
The street lamps flickered as if they were suppressed by some powerful and terrifying pressure.
The surrounding air slowly flowed silently, turning into some kind of cold wind. It swept over the crowd.
The wind swept through the skin, the leaves, the newspapers blown up on the ground, and a dark golden sword slowly condensed out of black smoke.
Thud, thud, thud, thud.
The rhythmic sound of footsteps could be heard as the person wielding the long sword slowly approached from afar.
"… I didn't expect a strong man like you to come to a quiet and unknown place like the Holy Cathedral."
A slender man with a mask and a black gold-rimmed armor slowly appeared under the street lamps.
The golden hair on his head and the dark golden sword in his hand reflected a flickering luster under the flickering light.
His golden hair, in particular, was as pure as a pure flame burning quietly.
However, the man only took a few steps forward, and everyone's eyes were focused on his eyes.
His eyes were like the best amethyst, beautiful and transparent, so pure that they seemed illusory.
Buzz!
As the masked man kept approaching, the torturous pressure in the air grew stronger and stronger.
Sweat appeared on Reni's forehead. Unconsciously, he was forced to retreat by some hidden fatal threat.
Bloodgrave and the others around him had long been unable to bear it and retreated more than ten meters away. Their faces were pale as if they had lost too much blood.
The pressure, which was so strong that people could not look directly at it, was gradually increasing as the masked man approached.
The smile on the blue-haired, red-eyed boy's face finally disappeared.
"Oh …? This feeling … is very powerful. "
He paused, a hint of greed on his face.
"But your eyes are really beautiful. I want to dig them out and collect them … "
"My name is the Night Lord," Lin Sheng said calmly. The sword in his hand trembled slightly. He hadn't used it for a long time.
But it didn't matter. Countless sword techniques flashed through his mind, and in the end, they turned into a simple and terrifying assassination.
"Don't worry, I will let you die a little easier …"
"Oh??" The blue-haired boy grinned with an expression of laughter. But there was no laughter.
"It seems that you are very confident. But do you really know what it means to be a Palatinate? "
As soon as his voice trailed off.
The two suddenly disappeared from where they stood.
A silver light suddenly lit up in the middle of the field.
Clang!
The silver light exploded into countless crimson sparks.
Both of them were incredibly fast, unable to be seen by the naked eye, and unable to be hindered by the air.
The two swords, one long and one short, clashed in mid-air like lightning. In an instant, dozens of attacks collided.
But if anyone could really see the fight between the two, they would be surprised to see that …
Whether it was the Night Lord or the blue-haired, red-eyed boy, their moves had not really clashed.
The sparks generated by the collision were actually the electric light and sparks caused by the high-speed friction of the airflow caused by the two waving their weapons.
Almost as soon as the two made a move, they immediately changed their moves because of each other's moves.
The rapid change of moves was so fast that it even reached the limit of nerves and muscles.
If looked at in slow motion, the two's movements would give people the feeling that they were cooperating in a play. Very few weapons really collided.
But in fact, they were really fighting to the death.
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