Chapter 458 The Lord of the Tomb, Kelya's Head, Yeats's Title Card (9K)
The sky lowered, above the clouds.
The white horse knight held a long bow and a crown on his head. He casts a cold look under the covered helmet, and looks down at Yeats.
Half a year ago, during the Moonlight Sect incident, the Plague Knight not only failed to get rid of Yeats, but even made him the Moonlight God's Choice.
This move also severely damaged Cesare, who is the container of the Plague Knight, and he was recuperating for half a year.
Compared with half a year ago, Yeats Brondi's strength has improved surprisingly again. From the fact that he burned all the locusts in the sky with one move, it can be seen.
But...that's all.
In the realm of the Lord of Plague, all his struggles were in vain!
Bang!
At this moment, a loud bang was heard from the Black Tower Fortress.
A figure rushed out on the ground, his fist wrapped around the red light, and his violent anger surged, and he rushed towards him like a thunderous thunder!
With the blessing of the power of rage, Yeats' boxing skills are no less powerful than archery, and they are less powerful than explosive power!
"I said how dare I overestimate myself? It turned out that I had made a deal with the demon."
Cesare sneered secretly, and saw through the origin of this aura with one eye. He took a bow and arrow, and the dark green light quickly condensed on the arrow string. In a blink of an eye, the sharp edge formed by the power of three plagues suddenly attacked, targeting Yeats' eyes and throat!
These arrows condensed by the power of pure plague, even if they touch a little, will cause the skin to ulcerate. The poison will invade the body in a blink of an eye. In a short while, the corpse will disappear!
Even no matter how reckless the world is, facing this obviously extremely poisonous arrow, he will fall into a hint of hesitation!
However, Cesare opened his eyes wide in surprise, but saw Yeats not hesitating at all, and he rushed towards the arrows without any hesitation!
boom!
First, he fisted straight on his left, and with the golden flames wrapped around the fist, he burned the dark green poisonous arrows with a "snap".
Then use your right arm to withstand the other two poisonous arrows, and a large-scale right fist hit the helmet of the Plague Knight like a rushing mountain!
"Pretty? Let you fly!"
Dong!
The punching force is strong and strong, and the force is against ten thousand pounds. The iron-faced helmet leaves dents visible to the naked eye!
Cesare had been to a temple in the east and was deeply impressed by the big bell. At this moment, he felt a swaying wood hit his forehead, his brain was blank, and the sky was full of Venus!
How is that possible?
A strange thing flashed in Cesare's heart.
How dare he ignore my poisonous arrow?
What is this extraordinary power?
There is no chance to think carefully.
The Plague Knight immediately flew out from his white horse.
The defenders on the Black Tower Fortress looked terrified, and the plague knights smashed towards the city wall like shells, and shouted at the top of their throats: "Get back, back!"
Bang!
The plague knight hit the city wall, his body deeply embedded in it.
King Louis, Roland, looked at the scene blankly, looked up at the man who looked like a god under the sky, and couldn't help but pursed his lips.
Yeats...When did he have such divine power?
Half a year ago, Yeats could only hold Daisy's thigh when facing the Plague Knight with the power of the Sanctuary. But after the past six months, Yeats has achieved qualitative improvement in both combat skills and magic fields by relying on the power obtained by the seven demon ritual instruments.
The Avalon field has caused his physique and regenerative power to soar.
This is the bard who fills up all his physique and strength and outputs close to him!
In the sky, Yeats glanced at his right arm.
Two poisonous arrows were nailed to the arm, and the pus was already flowing and black in the sores, emitting an erosion stench.
If it were the Six Ring Master who was hit head-on by the poisonous arrow of the Lord of the Plague, he would have died at this moment.
However, Yeats is the most unafraid of toxins, not to mention the regeneration technique mastered by Hydra Hydra!
Zheng!
Yeats made a knife with his left palm, and removed the poisonous sores and rotten meat, and then recovered with the naked eye by relying on the Immortal Regeneration Technique.
at the same time.
The Plague Knight had already struggled out of the sunken wall, and turned his horse back on his back, looking at Yeats as if he had met for the first time, with his eyes under the covered helmet.
Could it be...I underestimated Yeats' strength?
Could it be that the information is wrong? He is now in the Seventh Ring Holy Realm!
But how is this possible? In just half a year, it is undoubtedly a fantasy to be promoted from a master to a holy realm!
Cesare didn't dare to be careless anymore, and pulled his bow and shot an arrow into the sky.
Whoosh-
The arrow rushed into the sky, and in a blink of an eye, a muffled thunder exploded, and the entire sky was dyed green. In an instant, poisonous rain fell from the sky and landed on the ground, making a squeak, eroding the holes with the naked eye!
The defenders were shocked.
Louis used his territory to cover the entire fortress.
Yeats glanced at the poisonous rain, and then unfolded the field, covering the plague knights.
The aura of the holy realm level enveloped the battlefield, and under the iron-faced helmet of the Plague Knight, Cesare had changed his face.
Yeats finally achieved the achievement he did not want to see... At an unprecedented speed, he went from being a mortal to the level of a demigod!
This means that he is already standing at a height beyond his reach.
Unless you rely on other powers, you will not be able to defeat Yeats by yourself alone!
This also means that he can no longer pose a threat to him... Cesare held his palm unwillingly, his face turned ashen, and his emotions such as humiliation, reluctance, and suspicion surged into his heart.
As the pope's only son, Cesare was sent to a monastery for training since he was sensible and had never felt the warmth of family and family affection. For him, he had only fear of his father, this only emotion.
Compared to death, Cesare was more afraid to disappoint his father. However, because of Yeats' appearance, Cesare failed again and again, which had touched the Pope's background and made Cesare even more anxious.
A voice rang in the heart of Cesare.
——You are not without choice.
——Trust everything you have to me, and everyone will be satisfied, including your father.
Cesare struggled, then he sneered, saying, "You just want my body so much? Is it because the soul without containers is like a rootless duckweed?"
"But unfortunately, I can't give it to you now. I haven't had all my previous efforts yet!"
Buzz!
Cesare launched the plague field and competed with Yeats' Avalon field.
A rotten land full of poisonous clouds, cold and silent, flowing with filth and pus, collide with birds and flowers, Avalon, who is like a fairyland.
Yeats frowned slightly.
The fields are like elements, and there will be mutual restraint. Although his Avalon realm has an invincible battery life, it is faintly suppressed by this plague land and cannot show its full foundation.
The "Frozen Wonderland" in Xilude's realm has a targeted effect on the plague land of Cesare. Perhaps you can consider letting Xilude take action.
boom!
Cesare only defended but did not attack. He seized the opportunity and broke out from Yeats's field and flew straight into the bottomless pit.
The huge rift was bottomless, and the buzz of locusts echoed in it.
Just in a short moment when Yeats tried to peek into the abyss, a malicious intention came from the abyss, trying to invade Yeats' soul domain and create a nightmare scene.
Compared with the will of the demon wolf Fenriu, this will is still too weak to directly pull Yeats into his dream.
Yeats sneered: "I'm still worried that I can't find you, but you came here by yourself!"
Following the traces left by this will, Yeats was able to judge the specific location of the nightmare Abaton.
Just as he was about to follow the Plague Knight and enter the bottomless pit together, Yeats heard Louis' call.
"Wait! The bottomless pit is extremely dangerous. Why not go with you!" Louis said.
"My two wives will walk with me." Yeats looked around.
Silude burned with the help of the fighting spirit and floated out of thin air to Yeats' left; Grey spread out a pair of translucent dragon wings formed by wind elements, staying on Yeats' right.
"But..." Louis had something to say.
"They are both Seventh Ring Holy Land, you don't have to worry too much about Louis." Yeats said.
Unconcealed astonishment flashed in Louis's eyes, and he looked back and forth at Grey and Xilude, and the shock on his face became more and more obvious.
Two...Sanctuary?
Have the sacred realm become a cabbage now? Yeats' family alone has three sacred domains?
Louis realized that he might be the one who was dragging his legs, so he opened his mouth and swallowed the dissuasion words that came to his mouth.
"Whether it is the nightmare Abaton or the white horse knight who created the plague just now, they are all my confidants in the Kingdom of Roland..." Louis wanted to ask Yeats to take action, but he couldn't say anything. He said tactfully: "Yeats, I will wait for you to return triumphantly, and then prepare a triumphant dinner for you in the palace!"
Yeats nodded slightly and flew to the bottomless pit with Grey and Silude.
As soon as I entered the pit, thousands of locusts rushed towards me, scarlet compound eyes, vibrating elys, yellow and black lines, corroded acid... all of this was disgusting, as if it was a nightmare scene.
The three maintain the field to a minimum, wrapping themselves tightly to provide protective effects.
The dense locusts rush into the field of three people like moths flying into the fire—
With the power of the demon wolf Fenriu, the realm controlled by the "Frozen Wonderland" is cold and cruel, quiet and beautiful and dead. All the locusts that touched the edge of the domain instantly turned into ice sculptures and then shattered into powder.
Gray activated the power of the star world, and in the "Star Moon Night" field unfolding on the night of meteor shower, letting the sparks linger around her, igniting all the locusts that pounced on her. The silver-white fire light reflected the endless falling black cave, illuminating more locusts, making her scalp numb.
Yeats' Avalon field focuses on defensiveness and is the best in the three major areas in terms of sustainability and regeneration. As soon as the locusts entered the field, they were refined into pale white flakes and fell into the verdant grassland, becoming Avalon's nutrients.
I fell along the pit for about half an hour, and the terrain ahead finally changed a little.
The originally narrow pit has become all directions, with large and small stone platforms on the pit walls for staying, and there are a large number of stone tunnels leading to unknown destinations.
This pit is filled with a lot of resentment and evil spirits, and I don’t know how many corpses are buried.
Yeats lost his perception of the direction of the Plague Knight for a moment. When he was in a headache, he suddenly heard Kelya's call.
"Master, I can feel that my head is in a certain direction in this pit..."
Yeats' eyes lit up, and suddenly remembered that Kelya's head was deep in the pit!
As early as the Knights of Roland, Yeats learned clues about Kelya's life experience from the descendants of Joan of Arc's follower, Grena Drenke.
There is a great possibility that Keirya's previous life was Joan of Arc, and the whereabouts of Joan of Arc's head were in this bottomless pit.
Although the purpose of entering the pit was to chase the plague knight, Yeats could not find the direction for a while, so he decided to start with Joan of Arc's head and said:
"Kelya, can you sense the direction of your head?"
"Yes, Master, just in the direction I guide you..."
Kelya's telepathy sounded, and at the same time, a light blue light appeared in Yeats's field of vision, a tunnel leading to this maze-like pit.
"I just like to find the way automatically." Yeats exclaimed, "It's simply a blessing for my foolish party!"
In almost any game, Yeats will open all the treasure chests in the maze, not because he wants to collect them all, but because he is just wandering around in the maze and can't find the way...
Following Kelya's guidance, Yeats, Grey and Silod headed towards a tunnel. Unlike the rotten and smelly air outside, this tunnel is very clean and you can feel the surging of air flow at the end of the tunnel.
"Yeats, there will be no locusts here." Grey said.
"Be careful, the quieter it is, the more it means there is a problem." Ye Zhixin said that it would not be surprising that a boss who waited for a wide blood bar on the screen would suddenly appear.
Xilude said, "There is light ahead."
A little light appeared in front of him, and the narrow passage suddenly became clear, and the three of them were shocked by the scene in front of them.
This is an unimaginable cemetery. The dark coffin lay quietly on the tomb without burying it, and the blue phosphorus fire floating in the cemetery kept wandering.
Yeats stretched out his finger and attracted a blue flame. He found that this was a rare fire element that only appeared in areas with a strong breath of death, favored by Lichs and Necromancers.
Gray scratched his head: "Who is the one who has so many coffins? "
Yeats was also a little confused and sighed: "It's really confusing."
Xilude calmly said, "It's better to open all these coffins... With the strength of the three of us, it can be completed in less than half an hour."
Yeats and Grey looked at each other.
This seems to be a good idea!
Just as Yeats was about to try, a hoarse cough came from the depths of the tomb.
"There are a long time no guests here."
A black coffin was suddenly pushed away, revealing a shriveled palm from it, climbing on the edge of the coffin, tremblingly supporting his body. Then, the voice's owner climbed up with difficulty and stared at Yeats and others calmly.
What an ugly face that was that?
Yeats had an extraordinary personality and could not help but have sweat hair all over her body. As her scalp became numb, a deep chill surged on her spine.
Gray was startled and hugged behind Yeats's back, holding his hand tightly: "Yeats, zombie, zombie!"
It seems that it is a zombie, it seems that it is too polite to the other party. This is simply a disgusting existence that is more disgusting than a zombie.
Yeats looked as usual, protected Xilude in front of him and asked, "Are you a human or a ghost? Come and report yourself!"
The owner of the voice had only a pale face, no facial features on his face, and was constantly twisting, as if it was a changing mosaic, dazzling and almost disgusting. His body was covered with sick growth, and even bacteria were rooted in his skin, and a few shadow tentacles stretched out on the soles of his feet, constantly wriggling on the wall.
"My? Haha, ask me your name..."
The zombie giggled, and his husky smile caused the blue flames in the tomb to shake.
"Let me think about it... Oh, by the way, I had a name a long time ago... others called me..."
"Abaton."
The tomb room suddenly fell into silence.
Yeats had a surprise flashing in his eyes, and he pursed his lips, but he didn't make a sound, just staring at him.
"You seem to be surprised?" Abaddon asked.
"Can you see me?" Yeats asked back.
"I don't have eyes, but I can hear the disorder of your breathing and smell the fear in your pores." Abaton smiled hoarsely, "Maybe I look a little scary now. You know, I was also an angel a long time ago..."
Yeats was indeed surprised.
He never thought that Abaddon, who was named "Dark Angel of Death" and "The Messenger of the Bottomless Pit", looked like a god or ghost.
In the game, Abaton appears in the form of a black goat, which is most likely his second stage... Yeats had thought about taking the black goat to wine before, but seeing that the other party was both mentally and so weird, Yeats suddenly lost all his appetite.
"The bottomless pit hasn't come to guests for a long time. It has only become lively in recent times. It's just like a festival for me, and it's a day worth celebrating..."
Abaton hunched over and took out a lantern from his coffin. The faint blue light shone the entire cemetery with a terrifying terrifying texture, adding a bit of metal to his voice.
"I haven't had a partner to talk to for a long time... Do you... want to... listen to me tell some stories?"
Abaton's tone was filled with a hint of flattery and request.
Grey and Xilud looked at each other, and then looked at Yeats for consultation.
Yeats hesitated for a moment and nodded.
"That's great." Ye Zhi actually identified joy from the face that was difficult to tell. He swayed the lantern gently, "You can just find a coffin to sit... My story is very short and I won't waste you too long."
Yeats pulled the corner of his mouth and thought to himself that he wanted to find a coffin to sit on it? This is too unlucky.
After a glance, I found that Grey had already sat on a coffin and patted the seat beside him like a small stool: "Yats, sit here!"
Xilude's face was stiff and he whispered, "I'll be fine if I stand."
Yeats nodded, with the same choice as Hilude.
Seeing that neither of them sat, Grey jumped up from the coffin again. Suddenly his face changed wildly. He grabbed Yeats' hand and said in horror: "Yeats, I just saw the coffin lid move!"
"Little girl, don't panic. It was just the owner of the coffin that spoke."
Abaton said, "He said he didn't mind you sitting for a while, just take a rest."
Grey: "I don't want it!"
Yeats thoughtfully, remembering that the authority under Abaton also included a "cemetery".
Looking around the scene, Yeats speculated that Abbaton was the owner of this large tomb, but he didn't know what kind of people were sleeping in this tomb...
"I can see that you have many kinds of blessings from gods." Abaton looked directly at Yeats, and the chill in his voice flashed: "In the past, I will definitely let you sleep here..."
He quickly changed his joking tone: "But now, I found that angels and demons are actually the same... Only death is the same equality, and no life can escape the fate of death, even God."
Ye Zhi was stunned. He didn't expect such a rebellious word to be spoken from a former angel.
Abaton obviously understood why Yeats was shocked and said calmly:
"I said before that I was an angel... Later, I took over the mission of guarding the bottomless pit and came here."
"The bottomless pit is too close to hell. For the angel, every day I spent here is extremely painful." Abbaton smiled bitterly, "But I am very happy because I feel that I am sticking to a great cause, and I have kept the gates of hell for the heavens..."
"But."
Abaton's voice trembled, and he stretched out his dry hand and touched his face.
"What I didn't expect was that I was not only forgotten, but also treated by heaven as a demon..."
Abaton said sadly: "In their eyes, I am just a guardian dog. Because I have been close to the abyss for too long, I have become an abyss myself. I have lost the qualification to return to heaven and can only stay in this pit where there is no sight of heaven and earth..."
Ye Zhi was silent and concluded in his heart.
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Because of the influence of hell, the angel Abaton, who guarded the gate of hell, became like a person who was neither human nor ghost. But the heavens forgot his efforts and treated him as a demon.
At present, the heaven no longer needs Abaton to continue to guard the door, and hell wants to remove him from the top.
He is a lost person who was rejected by both sides at the same time. He has no place to go and can only stay in this cemetery.
"You may be curious about who are sleeping in this cemetery..." Abaddon's smile was very reluctant, "Let me tell you... These are all saints enthroned by the Holy See..."
"The reason why saints are saints is because their character is outstanding and their souls are tough. It is very appropriate for corpses to suppress hell."
Abaton's fingers gently brushed across a black coffin, with a hint of sympathy in his voice.
"They dreamed of going to heaven, but after they died, they were used to fill the ravines... I don't know if it's worth it, but some of them may not regret it even if they know the consequences..."
"Why don't you regret it?" Gray couldn't help but say, "What is wrong is the existence that treats you as tools and is superior. Why don't you resist, but bear everything on yourself?"
"Because... it is indeed necessary to guard hell."
Abaton's voice gradually returned to calm, and his tone contained the depth of everything he had experienced.
"I have despaired, regretted, cursed, and vowed to make those angels pay the price, but I have asked my heart..."
"Inside my heart, it tells me--"
"I can't let the door of hell open, and I can't let the creatures suffer, so I must stay here."
Abaton said coldly: "Even if I want me to become a demon, I will do whatever I want."
quiet.
In the tomb, it was terrible quiet.
Yeats and the other two couldn't speak for a moment, and they could not make any comments in the face of Abaton's stubborn values.
How can others' ideas be easily argued about?
Yeats wanted to speak but stopped. He sensed the murderous intent that gradually surged on Abaton's body, and quietly put his finger on the hilt of the sword.
"You have the aura of a demon." Abaton said.
"Yes." Yeats admitted that he was not jealous.
"The purpose of your coming here is to open the door to hell and use hell to check and balance the heavenly realm." Abaton continued.
"Yes." Yeats admitted again.
Abaddon said, "Then we are the enemies."
Yeats said, "We can be friends."
Abaton smiled and said, "We are already friends. You are very grateful to me after listening to me telling this stinky and long story."
Yeats said, "But you will still be enemies of me."
"Yes," Abaton said, "because I cannot turn my mission."
"Even if your mission is despised or trampled on by others, you are unwilling to give up?" Yeats said.
"This is my mission, what do you have to do with others?" Abaddon said.
After listening to the conversation between the two, Jiongya held their foreheads, sighed softly, and said abstractly:
"Harketon...you guy..."
Yeats said, "Is it funny? I only saw a faceless zombie... I forgot later. Anyway, can you wait if you want to do it?"
"Why?" Abaddon asked curiously.
"I will slaughter the plague knight who broke into the pit first, and it will not be too late to fight with you." Yeats said, "The plague will cause trouble to all living beings, and you should admit this."
"Yes."
"The Four Knights of the Apocalypse correspond to plague, famine, war and death, which are the root causes of worldly destruction."
Abaton thought for a moment and nodded in approval again.
"So, after I opened the gates of hell, we were enemies, but when I was fighting against the Four Apocalypse Knights, we were friends, are there any problems?" Yeats asked.
"No problem." Abaton smiled, "I can help you find the trace of the Plague Knight and work with you to deal with him!"
Yeats suddenly admired Kia Barton.
He has no position, only the justice in his heart.
"Then I don't have to rush to open the door of hell." Yeats paused for a moment and said, "Friend, I want you to do me another favor."
Abaton's murderous intent gradually restrained and said politely:
"Please tell me, for the sake of your willingness to listen to my story, I am willing to help."
"There is a saint named Joan of Arc. Is her body also used by the Holy See to suppress hell like other saints?"
"Joan of Arc...Joan of Arc..."
Abaton kept repeating the name, as if he had thought of something, and suddenly raised his head.
He turned around and walked towards the coffin, which was the black coffin that Grey had just subconsciously sat on the coffin board.
Abaton stopped in front of the black coffin and looked at it carefully for a long time. As if he had seen it clearly, his two dry palms were placed on the edge of the coffin board.
Yeats held his breath and called out Kelya.
Grey and Xilude were equally unconcealed of curiosity and looked forward to it.
Kelya stood beside her, thinking a lot, and felt that the call from her head was getting stronger and stronger, but she restrained the urge to move forward.
Yabaton's palm exerted force several times, coughed dryly, and said:
"Who will help you..."
Yeats winked at Kelya.
Kelya nodded, and the helmet on her head fell to the ground, but she didn't pick it up.
Instead, I walked to the coffin, opened a gap in the coffin lid, and then opened the entire body.
A warm white light surged, and the holy and surging divinity suddenly filled the tomb.
Yeats' eyes widened.
What a guy, golden legend!
In the black coffin, there is only one head, with closed eyes, soft blonde hair, beautiful face, firm and holy.
Kelya was in a daze and murmured blankly:
"It's you...Joan of Arc..."
"No, she is dead." Abaton said kindly, "But you can follow her path and be yourself."
The headless knight gently stretched out his hands and picked up the head in the coffin.
The head suddenly opened his eyes, bright and charming, and looked at the headless knight silently, as if he was saying that he had already acquiesced to all this.
Kelya placed the head on her neck.
Instantly.
A tide of memories surged into her heart.
In the past and present life, the saint and the undead, the holy light and death... everything has changed a lot, but there are still many unchanging things.
Yeats felt the surging breath on Kelya's body, his eyes were shocked.
No, you are about to be promoted to the Holy Realm? !
Is Joan of Arc's CUP so efficient?
Kelya's aura continued to rise and finally stopped at the bottleneck of the holy realm, but the strange divine nature of the holy light and the aura of death on her body gave her an extremely special temperament.
This is the first time Yeats has seen Kelya's "superior posture" - blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing plate armor, with a sword-scattered waist, majestic.
Joan of Arc... No, the awakened Kelya turned her head and stared at Yeats.
Then, Kelya knelt on one knee and lowered her head and said:
"My Lord, thank you for your kindness and tolerance... My sword and I will offer allegiance to you."
Yeats nodded slowly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Kelya's main line of "finding her head" was successfully completed.
Next, just step by step, Kelya can successfully advance to the sacred realm and continue to improve by relying on the power of her previous life.
Next, it’s the turn of the Snow Owl to strengthen it… My Snow Owl has the resources of the Dharma Saint, and it’s time to fulfill the prophecy!
Before that.
Yeats's eyes became cold and asked Abaton, who was relieved, and said:
"Take me to find the guy who just escaped into the pit."
"Of course," Abaton said, "but next time we meet, we will be enemies."
Abaton was silent for a moment, and smiled relievedly:
"Of course, death may be a relief for me..."
Deep in the pit.
The Plague Knight stood in front of a gate made of sulfur flames, holding the reins of the white horse.
"This...is the gate of hell."
Cesare murmured to himself: "It's just... it's not the necessary time to turn on..."
As the container of the Pestilence Knight, Cesare knew many secrets in the Holy See, including information related to the "Supreme Will".
The supreme will does not belong to this world.
When He came, he also carried a fragment of the world, which later evolved into heaven.
After promoting the seven apostles, the Supreme Will fell into a deep sleep.
Then, Lucifer stole fragments of the other half of the world and used this fragment to create hell. This also makes the heavenly realm no longer complete and cannot form a swallowing of the nine realms.
The gate of hell will be opened sooner or later, because only in this way can the two world fragments of heaven and hell be combined into one, allowing the supreme will to come and provide necessary support for the supreme will to devour the fragments of the nine realms.
The Apocalypse Knight is a family member who belongs to the Supreme Will and will eventually bring destruction to this old world.
Even if Lucifer creates hell, he cannot change his established destiny.
Cesare took a deep breath, endured the pain of the wound, and said:
"Yeats will naturally have an apostle to deal with him... I have to bring the Holy Grail back to the Holy Church first..."
At this time.
A sharp arrow came from the darkness.
Whoosh-
Cesare was shocked and shot an arrow with instinct.
Two arrows collided in mid-air and turned into powder.
"Yeats?" Cesare's eyes were cold, he stared at the figure walking with Yeats, and sneered, "When did you say you had surrendered to Abaddon?"
Abaddon said, "I did not surrender, I just did my duty."
Cesare shouted, "You were an angel, but now you are with sinners! You won't help me take this villain!"
"If you could understand earlier, I was an angel, that would be great..." Abaddon said with a wry smile.
He shook his head, turned around in dismay, ignoring Yeats' battle with Cesare.
Cesare's face looked ugly under the cover helmet, and he gritted his teeth and said:
"Humanity is so small in the battle between the old god and the outer god... and the old god sooner or later becomes the sacrifice of the supreme will... Yeats, do you have to be obsessed with it?"
"Even if the three-body man comes, I have to talk to him. You can let the supreme will come out first!" Yeats said with a tough attitude.
Cesare's face turned blue and white: "I don't know what's up!"
He originally wanted to find the Holy Grail first and use the Holy Grail to turn the situation around, but the leader Abaton disrupted his plan.
There were three more holy lands in front of us. Cesare knew that there was no hope of victory and took out his final killer weapon.
"Do you have to explode?" Yeats noticed the strange aura on Cesare and persuaded him to surrender, "I'll kill the Plague Knight with you and let you regain your freedom, wouldn't it be nice?"
"Freedom?" A bitter arc curled up in the corner of Cesare's mouth, "How can you have real freedom as the son of the Pope?"
Bang!
As the soul of human beings, Cesare turned into powder.
At the same time, an ancient and terrifying aura was revealed on him.
Compared with the moment, the appearance of the Plague Knight standing in front of Yeats has not changed, but his sense of oppression has undergone a qualitative change!
The plague knight looked at Yeats coldly, and from under his horse's hooves, a miserable green venom flowed out, quickly gathering into a poisonous worm and spreading around.
Yeats, Grey and Silude all started resistance in the realm, but it collapsed within a moment, and was shrouded in the realm of the Plague Knight!
In the plague land, there are bleak poisonous clouds floating, and the plague knights standing high under the sky are shrouded in yellow-green mist.
"Yeats, it's still too hard to fight the Plague Knight by himself. Is there any easier way?" Jiya said nervously.
"Yes, there are ten methods like this."
Yeats activates the plane power of the Nibelonian ring and summons the soul of a legendary monster from the realm.
"It's decided it's you, Demon Wolf Fenriu!"
...
(This chapter ends)