Alien Knights

Time goes back to the day of the battle between "Legion of Discord" and "Successor of the Dead".

In the underground passage of "Relief Society", a distorted ball appeared in the dark space, and two figures fell out of the ball.

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 pant heavily.

"Go on your own, you can't go far with me." Jerome weakly raised his hand and pointed to the top of his head.

The tattooed man put the opponent on his body, shook his head and said, "You should know, I can't agree to this proposal."

Looking at his partner's crumbling body, Jerome frowned and said, "Maybe we can rest for a while. You have used your ability three times in a row. If this continues, you will die here before you can escape."

Before the tattooed man could speak, a faint growl and roar came from the ground in the distance.

"The undead long for the flesh and blood of the living, and they never know what rest is." The tattooed man hugged Jerome, and the tattoos all over his body began to flash with strange light. A spherical distorted space appeared around the two of them. After a while, their figures disappeared into the underground passage.

The place where the ball reappeared was less than a hundred meters away from the hole on the ground, and the sunlight projected into the ground from the outside world was already faintly visible.

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

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

Jerome opened his eyes wide, and grabbed each other tightly with both hands: "Hold on for a few more minutes, and walk out of this damned tomb with me!"

"I know my body best. It's too late..." The tattooed man stood up, watched his whole body disintegrate slowly, turned around and said to Jerome, "My lord, get out of here alive and stop everything here. If the troops of the "Successor of the Dead" grow stronger, the church, barbarians, elders... any force will be unable to contend with it. On that day, there will no longer be conflicts between religions and kingdoms in this world, and there will be endless wars between the dead and the living instead. .”

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

A few minutes later, a huge black ball appeared in the center of the underground passage. The soil and sand were cut and dropped by the edge of the black ball, causing a strong landslide that buried the entire passage.

Jerome closed his eyes in pain, and knelt on the ground trembling. The long sword in his hand was pierced into the soil with great force, and his demonic left hand destroyed everything around him.

Looking at the passage blocked by earth and rocks in front of him, and hearing the screams of the undead, Jerome leaned on his body with a long sword, stood up, took a last look at the darkness when he came, and turned to walk towards the entrance of the light cave.

On the ground, there are quiet villages, gurgling streams, and beautiful scenery. It is really difficult to connect everything in front of you with the horrible and ugly things underground.

Jerome limped along the fence towards the entrance of the village.

A person completely covered in a black robe blocked his way.

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Gentle applause came from the man in black. Jerome stood firm, raised his long sword, and looked forward warily.

"You were able to survive the attack of the "Heirs of the Necromancer" army and escape here. You really surprised me, Lord Jerome." The black-robed man adjusted his standing direction, and a nail clipper appeared in the opponent's hand, sharpening his nails in his spare time: "But on the other hand, I am very disappointed. The strength of the "Legion of Discord" of the Presbyterian Church is so far from what I imagined. The three sergeants plus the ninth-ranked person, against the "Heirs of the Necromancer", are so unbearable." One hit."

"Who are you?!"

Hearing Jerome's question, the man in black smiled happily: "Is it important who I am? Don't you think the most important thing is what I want to do next?!"

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

Jerome didn't answer, and looked around, looking for something that could be used.

The man in black said to himself, "I lived in the hell of the Inquisition for a while. You can imagine all the pain and suffering, and I have experienced it carefully and earnestly. They filled a bag with hungry mice, then cut my feet and stuffed them into the bag. After the blood coagulated and the wound was scarred, they would repeat the process again."

The voice of the man in black deepened, as if he was remembering something: "During that time, in hell, the only time I could get a moment of peace was to imagine the existence of gods. I prayed over and over again, and begged again and again, no matter what I look like, no matter what belief I come from, as long as he can save me from here."

"Do you know what I was waiting for? The death of my family members, the escalation of punishment, and the increase of pain. At that time, I told myself this sentence in my heart-God is dead! I regard myself as a living dead, abandon life and light behind my head, and choose to become a follower of death and darkness." The black-robed man raised his volume: "Until I met the absolute will!"

There was a bit of mockery in Jerome's tone: "Absolute will?!"

Looking at each other with pity, the man in black raised his hands to the sky: "Absolute Will is the only god in this universe. Heavenly Father, God, and the ancient gods are just his creations, and their power is also granted by him. Absolute Will told me that what he pursues is the ultimate existence. He gave me the mission to find a way for species to exist and become powerful in the path of death. He wants me to be his agent!"

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

"That's right, he is an obstacle in the vision of absolute will." The man in black retracted his hands into his sleeves: "This is a painful decision, but it's better than the technology of 'Successor of the Necromancer' falling into the hands of the church."

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

"You?" The black-robed man laughed loudly: "In the past, the "Legion of Discord" might have been an existence that I had to look up to. But after joining the Absolute Will, you people are just a pile of tiny gravel to me. Run away from me like a mouse, and your fate will soon be the same as other creatures, entering the embrace of death."

Seeing the man in black just standing there with a smile, Jerome moved his steps carefully, and left the village under the watchful eyes of the man.

For the next few days, Jerome was on the road, losing sight of his goal. The failure of the mission, coupled with wounds, hunger and despair, made him have to rethink who to ask for help.

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