Lian Wu went into the city again.
Rongyue did not stay with him, but stayed in the forest waiting for him. No one could predict what would happen, he did not want to take Rongyue with him, did not want Rongyue to get involved in this dark battle that could not see the light of day.
Come to the cathedral and go straight to the main hall. When a devotee said something like "May God bless" to him, his face turned cold and he cursed in his heart: "Bullshit!"
In the main hall, the lecture notes for the day have not yet begun.
Lian Wu strode into the main hall, ignoring the strange looks of the others, and walked all the way to the podium.
The bishop in the blue robe looked at the mending young man, opened his mouth and was about to speak when Lianwu got ahead of him: "Could you please tell me where the prison slave's witch is?"
"I don't seem to understand what you're talking about." "The Blue robe bishop said.
Lian Wu growled: "Don't play dumb with me. I'm asking you, where is that witch of the prison slave? I'm looking for her, do you hear me?"
The blue robe bishop looked at Lian Wu in silence.
Lianwu realized that his tone was too arrogant and did his best to suppress his anger. For some reason, as soon as he stepped into this place that was under the banner of the sacred but engaged in shady deeds in private, he felt oppressed. In his mind, all that had happened on the day he left came flooding back.
Lian Wu calmed down a little and said, "Please, tell me, where is the witch of the prison slave?" He would never let go of the modifier "witch", which was a peaceful bottom line.
"Trouble you, young man." "Please try to keep polite language in this church," said the bishop. There are no maidservants here."
"I'm looking for the prison slave's witch, but you tell me there's no witch here. How funny!" The rage flared up again, and if the man in front of him had been a young man, he would probably have been unable to hold back his punch.
"Are you looking for Miss Prison Slave?" The blue robe bishop's voice suddenly became much colder, "Young man, she is not a witch, she is the holy messenger of our religion. If you speak rudely again, I'm afraid you will be punished by God."
"Punishment?" Lian Wu laughed, pointing to the eight tall statues behind the podium, and said, "Are you saying they punish me?"
"Our true gods will judge everything with wise and holy eyes."
With his hand drawn from his waist, the short sword was drawn, and a faint white light shot out. All the people in the hall held their breath and could only watch the blasphemy of the black-clad man who had barged in for no reason.
"Look, they are standing right there, so close to me. But why hasn't your God come to punish me? Is your God just a statue standing there for people to worship?" "Lian Wu pointed to a statue of a deity and said. The short sword was inserted into the chest of the statue.
"You've gone too far." The blue robe bishop's anger flared up as he saw the god he believed in being so insulted.
"Tell me, where is the witch of the prison slave?" Lian Wu drew another short sword and thrust it into the thick book on the table. The hand that held the sword suddenly rose up, and the doctrine of God was torn apart by the mad blasphemer. Shattered into countless pieces of yellow paper, flying all over the sky.
"Tell me, where is that witch?"
The blue robe bishop closed his eyes and his tone was as calm as a stagnant pool: "There is no witch you are looking for in the church. Holy Messenger, Miss Prison slave, she has left, not in the church."
"Where did she go? Tell me, quick, tell me!" The tip of the sword was almost touching the bishop's face.
The bishop opened his eyes and said, "I don't know where she is either. Perhaps they will tell you." The bishop looked towards the entrance of the corridor at the end of the hall.
There, more than a dozen knights of light entered. Their eyes searched the hall for less than a second before they spotted the profane. One of them pointed in the direction of the podium and said, "There, catch him."
Lian Wu smiled at the bishop in the lazy robe and said, "May you tell your god to protect those foolish knights." Having said that, he went around the lectern and jumped off the pulpit.
All the believers stood up, moved far away, watched what was happening and prayed feebly.
In the middle corridor of the hall, Lian Wu and the Knight of Light rushed towards each other. A sword thrust at Lian Wu, and Lian Wu swung his arms, breaking the blade, and the short sword in his hand pierced the chest of the Light Knight instantly.
Drawing the short sword, blood gushed out from the wound, wetting Lianwu's face.
A Knight of light raised his head, and a crisp sound came from his neck. Lienwu had slipped behind the knight, who fell backward, and the sword in his hand fell off. Before the long sword could touch the ground, it was rolled up by Lianwu's leg and sent into the chest of another knight. With a tight grip, the short sword of the right hand passed over the neck of a knight beside it, and the left hand drew a sword from the waist sword.
Two flashes of white light flashed as the body flipped low into the air before landing beside the two knights.
Four more knights, with bloodstains on their silver-white armor, fell down.
The rest of the knights took a few steps back, their swords pointing towards Lian Wu, but dared not move forward any further.
With a long horn, the two short swords slipped from his hand and spun around each other, forming a blood-red light like a budding flower bud. Before the knight could escape, the seductive red flower was already in full bloom, exuding an air of cold beauty. Blood splatters, and the color of the flower of death becomes even more brilliant.
Some of the female believers wept at the sight of the blood-sucking scene before them. And almost all the men murmured the same words, a curse: "O our most high God, punish this devil..."
Blood trickled through the cathedral, which was usually sacred and noble, and the wailing of the dead echoed around.
"Look, this is your God!" Lienwu shouted loudly.
"Young man, you will eventually be punished." "Our God has wise eyes..." said the blue robe bishop.
"What the hell!" Lianwu shouted impatiently, "Don't talk to me. I won't listen. Your organization has killed my friends, killed many, many people, yet it still keeps saying what it considers noble. Look, look with your eyes, your gods are nothing but stone statues, what do they have to protect you?"
"The church is righteous to any life, how could it kill your friend? Young man, you must have heard some kind of rumor. Our gods are not stone statues; they are just what we use to express our admiration for God. Young man, belong to the spirit of God and let God strip the demons from you." Perhaps at this moment only the blue robe bishop still has reason.
And the sanity of the dance was completely lost when the sword was drawn. "Rumor? What rumor? I saw my friends killed by the Necromancer with my own eyes and heard the necromancer say they were sent there by the witch who was a prison slave. Aren't these enough?"
"Who told you that the Necromancer belongs to the church? Also, did you hear Miss Prison assignment with your own ears? If I were to go out now and say that the Knight of Light here advises you to be quiet in public, and then you draw your sword and hurt someone, would what I said be true? Of course I would not go out and say that I am the people of God."
"I'll find the witch, I will. "Undead warriors, I will also expose their relationship with the church. Don't be too smug." "Lian Wu said.
The bishop in the blue robe said, "I've said it many times. Miss Prison is not here." But she will be back soon because her lecture notes are in the front hall this afternoon."
"Is what you said true?" asked Lianwu.
"Of course." The bishop said.
Lian Wu turned and walked along the corridor leading to the front hall. A little calmer in his mind, he recalled what Rongyue had said several times before he left. He came this time to help the deceased Gu You uncover the secret of the black word stone, not to take revenge. Only after finding the prison slave or the soul warrior can all the secrets be revealed. Of course, Lienwu was prepared for them not to cooperate in answering.
The blue robe bishop watched Lianwu walk into the corridor, and the door closed. With his lips quivering, he uttered two words that no one heard except himself: "Courting death."
The door of the corridor slammed behind him, cutting off the wailing in the hall, but the part that was cut off in the corridor lingered for a long time.
Lianwu knew that after finding the prison slave, a fierce battle was inevitable. He did not know if he could defeat the prison slave, he did not know how many of the prison slave's souls were under his command, he only knew that if he could exchange his life for the answer Gu You wanted, even if there was only a glimmer of hope, he would boldly gamble.
At the end of the corridor, there stood a Knight of light. There was only one.
Lian Wu just glanced at the figure, and his steps did not stop in the slightest. Did he, as a Knight of light, try to stop him? No doubt it's a joke.
Approaching, the other person still stands straight in the same place, showing no intention of moving aside.
"Get out, Knight of Light." "Lian Wu shouted.
He chuckled softly, "Do you know the Knight of Light? Let me tell you a new name, Light Knight, have you heard of it?"
Lienwu felt a strange pressure and stopped. "Whatever knight you are, get out of my way, or die," he said.
The Light Knight sneered contemptuously.
It was then that Lienwu noticed that his armor, though also silver-white, was much more splendid than that of the Light Knight. Abstract cloud-like engravings spread across every corner of the steel armor.
"After today, you will always forget the relationship between the Necromancer and the church." The knight said, and suddenly a long sword shot out from each of his naturally hanging hands on either side. The long swords crossed over the knight's chest and then parted to each side, creating two intertwined half-moons.
Lian Wu thrust his sword into the wall with both hands and used the strength of his hands to attach his entire body to the wall. Half a moon crept into the wall from beneath his feet, cutting a deep wound. Immediately after that, the long sword drew two streaks of white light, no longer half a moon, but like entwined vines. Before Lian Wu could pull out the sword on the wall, he propped himself up on the wall with both hands and rolled back.
The light of the sword swept across the wall, leaving two crooked, trembling marks. Like two long snakes, they left a trail as they climbed up diagonally from the base of the wall.
As Lienwu flips backward in the air, his body still parallel to the ground, the knight kicks his leg up and hits Lienwu on the back. Then entwined flashes of the sword passed through the waist of the knight.
Lianwu landed on the ground, knelt on one knee, propped himself up with both hands, and took deep breaths.
The knight drew his sword behind his back, grabbed Lienwu's chin with one hand, and forcefully lifted his face. The knight stared at Lianwu's face and said, "I thought you could hold on a little longer. It seems I overestimated you."
Lianwu's face turned pale and he said, "Is that so?"
"But being cut in half by the sword light and not dying on the spot is not bad either."
"It was cut in half? Did you?" A sword slithered out of the calf, slid into the knight's calf, and the bloody tip of the sword stretched out from the back of the leg.
The knight raised his hands and grasped the hilt behind his shoulders. Lian Wu rose to his feet and punched the knight in the chin. The knight's head was lifted up, and a stream of blood splashed into the air from his mouth. Lienwu's hand rested on the knight's hands and pressed down a small part of the sword that had been unsheathed.
Supporting the knight's hand, Lienwu's body leapt up, leaning back, a beautiful backflip, and his feet kicked the knight's chin. The knight fell backward and drew his sword with both hands simultaneously. The sword, still in the air and not touching the ground, brushed past the waist sword, and another short sword was drawn out and landed on the knight's chest.
The knight fell to the ground, but immediately climbed over the wall and struggled to get up.
"I thought you could hold on a little longer. It seems I overestimated you." Lienwu took off the knight's helmet, grabbed his chin with one hand, raised the helmet with the other and gave him a hard slap on the knight's forehead. The knight's eyes rolled and his body collapsed.
Lian Wu's hands were still in the air, as if grasping something. He said to himself, "Is it the Light Knight? You haven't even spoken your lines yet. How could you fall?"
The helmet dropped from your hand to the ground, rolled a few steps away, and the sound of the iron was locked in the corridor, somewhat shrill. Lian Wu covered the wound on his waist with both hands, blood flowing through his fingers and wetting his hands. Just now, when the two flashes of sword light interwove, he just slipped through the gap between the flashes of sword light. But he was still cut by the light of the sword.
In the front hall, the lecture notes for the afternoon had already begun. Everyone's face was filled with piety, not knowing that bloody killings were taking place in the corridor and the main hall.
Everyone stood up in puzzlement when they saw a man with blood dripping all over his face roughly pushing open the door of the side corridor and seeing the still wet bloodstains on his black clothes. The believers on the pulpit, holding the scriptures, half-open their mouths and making no more sound, were equally at a loss.
Lian Wu walked towards the nearest person, but the person there kept retreating.
"Whose lecture notes are this afternoon?" He asked.
No one answered. They were all wondering where the bloody devil came from.
"Whose handout is it this afternoon?" Asked again.
The congregation on the pulpit froze for a moment, closed the scripture, held it in one hand and raised it up with the other, "Yes... It's mine... May I ask what?"
"Why hasn't that witch from prison come?"
"The prison slave..." The believers almost said "the witch" too, and hurriedly apologized to God in their hearts. Then he went on, "I heard that Miss Prison has left the church."
"Leaving? Where did you go?"
"I don't know either. It seems I won't be coming back for the time being."
"Old bastard, you dare to deceive me, sooner or later you'll be slapped in the face by your god!" "Lian Wu cursed viciously. The wound on the waist hurt and the blood congealed a little. He asked again, "Where is the Undead warrior?"
"Dead... Dead Warrior? What did you say?" The believer was sure he had never heard of such a thing.
"You idiot!" A voice cursed in his ear.
"Who? Who cursed me?" "Lian Wu roared.
One of the people in the front hall whispered, "Did anyone curse him? Why didn't I hear it? It turns out this man is crazy. How pitiful!"
"You fool, get out of here!" Lianwu still heard that voice, somewhat familiar. He looked around and asked, "Who are you?" Say, who are you?"
Suddenly, a figure appeared before my eyes, dressed in a snow-white robe and with a hood over his head.
Who are you? Lienwu asked again.
"Lienwu, listen to me. The Dark Knight is coming here. Quick, follow me and get out of here. I'm not dead yet, and I don't need you to make such a great sacrifice to help me find the secret of the Black Word Stone. Hurry up, we have to leave right now." Having said that, the white shadow turned and walked towards the gate, his steps as light as if they were touching the ground.
"Wait a moment, who are you?" Lianwu chased after him.
"Really crazy, so young to go crazy, what a pity. May God bless him." More whispered. Talk to the air in front of everyone and then run out as if chasing something - but no one saw that thing - no one but a madman could do it, and do it so realistically.
"Gu You, is that you? It's you!"