She wanted to go further, but she could never reach Akado’s heart.

Poor thing, Lucille.

She sighed, put away the Longmen coins of considerable value, and prepared to go back to her single dormitory to sleep with a dejected mood.

……

The wilderness under the night sky is a desolate deep blue.

There are rivers of stars flowing in the sky, and the crescent moon is hazy in the sea of ​​clouds, casting a faint light.

Occasionally, you can hear the low roars of migrating herds of tumor beasts in the distance.

The night is dark blue.

Just like a girl’s long hair.

This is a black Sakota, her aura is so black and her wings are broken.

Those things that illuminated her surroundings in the darkness had lost their original function for too long.

So long that Mastema herself has adapted to the lightless night.

Most of the Sakotas are devout in their faith.

Mastema is no exception.

She always walks alone, and it is rare for the moonlight to shine on her.

In the powered-off land vehicle, Mostima flipped open a somewhat worn-out scripture.

“The eyes of the wise are bright, but fools walk in darkness.”

She chanted softly.

“Ecclesiastes 2:14.”

Before I knew it, the moonlight disappeared.

A huge monster quietly parked on the left side of the tiny land vehicle, with sand waves crashing against it, accompanied by long and distant operatic sighs.

159. Are you Khorne?

The afternoon sun became warmer, and there was finally some warmth of spring.

Huafalin opened the dryer and found her panties.

Ah, asking my partner to help me wash my underwear that was soaked with that kind of liquid… Even I would feel embarrassed about this.

But seeing that it was getting late, she obediently changed her clothes and prepared to go to work in the medical department.

Then let’s try a few more positions tonight and reward Akado. Huafalin covered her mouth and went into the bathroom with sleepy eyes.

……

The new visitor to Rhode Island is a special Sakota.

Her name is Mostima.

Because of an accident, Mostima lost all the abilities that a normal Sakota should have, including the qualification to use the Guardian Gun and the “empathy” between her people… After paying such a heavy price, the only substantial reward she got was the two staffs she used now – the black lock and the white key.

These two staffs were taken from a deranged Sarkaz by Mastema and her companions while exploring the underground ruins of Kazdel. The staffs are alive, and contain fragments of some great beings.

But the good times did not last long. After various bad things happened, several Sakota met Akado who was exploring for minerals when they were leaving Kazdel.

But the Blood Demon did not kill them, but told a story to the angry and confused Mostima who had already “fallen”. The protagonist of the story was a Sarkaz who was born during the defense of Kazdel:

When he was 10 years old, his hometown was destroyed by war and he was forced to flee. During the escape, he accidentally fell into a gap caused by the explosion, where he saw the lock and key that had been sleeping for a long time.

At the age of 20, he became a sorcerer, and with the power given to him by Lock and Key, he began to gain appreciation at a very fast rate.

At the age of 30, he had obtained the wealth and fame he had always dreamed of, but at this time, he had already disdained all of this. He did not know when it started, but he talked to the stick in his hand day after day, and everyone thought he had gone crazy.

At the age of 40, he suddenly disappeared from the palace one day, and no one knew where he went. A rumor began to spread in some areas of Kazdel, saying that there was a madman who would predict impossible things to passers-by in the wilderness, such as a huge beast would destroy our country, and the sky would one day crack and show people its true appearance. Then, he would sell them clocks, and if they didn’t buy them, he would stop their time.

By the time he was a hundred, he no longer knew where he was, but it no longer mattered to him; he believed he was exploring the secret of time.

He has the key, but where is the lock?

He has the lock, but where is the key?

The past becomes the future, and the future has no secrets. He talks to his shadow day after day, firmly believing that all the truth lies therein.

Until one day, footsteps were heard, and three Sakotas walked into the underground palace——

“You are here.”

An unexpected guest came to Akado’s workshop.

That was Sakota with his wings and halo broken.

When she saw the blood demon, she showed a very surprised expression.

“Long time no see.” Akado put down the liner in his hand.

But Mastema knew that these words were probably not directed at him.

The black lock and white key on his back made a slight buzzing sound.

It’s nice to see you again, fragment of the Lord of Blood and Skull, soul from beyond the realm.

Accardo was unimpressed by this. “If you still want to talk to me about the same kind of topics, I think it is meaningless.”

But you are gradually moving away from the concept of biology.

The white staff made a sound that could not be heard by others. Do you want to be bound to death by this body covered with stones?

“There are many ways to survive,” Akado said impatiently. “According to what you said before, completing the self-transformation through indiscriminate slaughter… Only our ancestors who ate raw meat and drank blood two thousand years ago would choose such an inefficient and inferior method.”

“This is a method that only works for you.”

“Now is the age of industry.”

The blood demon patted the table, and immediately “blood” fell from the ceiling, accurately caught the two staffs, and locked them in a rectangular container.

“It’s quiet now, let’s talk.”

Akard looked straight at Mastema.

The Sakta girl, who showed the racial characteristics of the Sarkaz, still had the same light smile on her face that had not changed for several years, but for some reason, beads of cold sweat were dripping down her forehead.

She came here under the strong urging of Black Lock and White Key.

If I had known I would have to meet such a dangerous blood demon…

Mostima forced herself to maintain a smile. “Can you tell me a story like you did last time? It would satisfy the young people’s curiosity.”

“Do you have any wine?” Accardo continued to write and draw on the draft paper. “If not, then go to the shopping mall next door and buy two bottles. No strong liquor, it has a strong smell.”

160. The Monster is Here

(Warm reminder: This chapter is the 1/3 memory of the final battle between Acardo and Father Alexander Anderson)

“This is the only Lateran I should take seriously.”

His name is engraved in the most conspicuous position in the Papal Church of the Transfiguration of the Knights in the main city of Lateran for future generations to remember.

The weapon that Enoch Hosea VII, a saint who was full of piety and sacrifice, once gave to a certain saint in history – a legendary gun called “Angel Dust”.

But both “Angel Dust” and Saint Enoch Hosea VII were forever annihilated in the battle to besiege the Demon King Kazdel.

The main force of the Lateran side included three squads of Papal Knights, which was enough to fight against several large legions at the same time.

Responsible for supporting and assisting the Lateran were a force of more than a thousand men who were selected from the Lateran Christians and were willing to abandon their doctrines and die in order to wash away the hatred of the country.

The 12 papal knights and saints each led a part, forming combat teams. They called themselves “traitors”, sinners who betrayed the guidance of previous saints and the teachings of the church.

The most outstanding among them, the one who killed the devil with his own hands, was Sakota, whose name was Alexander Anderson.

The owner of “Angel Dust”.

The most outstanding Papal Knight in two hundred years.

……

About 200 years ago.

……

The night sky is as bright as day.

Millions of brilliant meteors tore the vast moonlit sky into pieces.

The sound of the guns firing was like thunder striking the earth, like huge waves in the deep sea smashing the rocks, like mountains collapsing in an instant, rolling down majestically, destroying everything that stood in its way.

Those were bullets etched with spells. More than a dozen large revolvers roared and howled, each one pouring out a thousand years of hatred at a rate of 1200 rounds per minute.

No one can stop it.

No spell can resist it.

The huge Goliath died like a festering sponge, with bones and flesh scattered like mud.

The flames of the Balrog turned into a candle in the wind.

The barrier built by the Stone-Winged Demon was shattered in an instant.

The guards of the Absolution Masters fell one after another. No matter how skilled the swordsman was, he would be completely defeated by this surging attack.

The scavengers used the corpses of their fellow men as material to cast spells, attempting to buy time for their king.

But it was of no avail.

Someone was taking lives. The Sarkaz army was originally there to cover the evacuation of the seriously injured Demon King. They encountered such an ambush on the way to avoid the encirclement of the Allied Forces. There was absolutely no chance of survival.

Those guys with halos on their heads came for revenge.

Ancient memories and emotions from thousands of years ago were awakened one after another from the depths of the blood.

The blood is raging.

In the distant past, the Sakota and the Sarkaz were of the same origin.

Sakota is the betrayer.

Once upon a time, the Demon King was the ruler of all Terra.

The Devil…

I still have to protect the Demon King.

Because this is her order.

After being washed away by hail of bullets, the Blood Demon’s tattered body healed again.

He came back to life again and again… and then unleashed that terrible and mysterious spell.

The madly handsome face had already been riddled with bullet holes, but was healing rapidly.

Akado whispered.

“Dead River.”

The blood was surging, and the souls of the dead were awakened by the Originium. They returned to the world in the bodies made of blood and Originium.

They were like a city wall, resisting the torrential rain of bullets that Lateran had squandered its resources to launch.

The reserves of the Dead River are being consumed at an alarming rate, and the notable result is that the Sarkaz army is advancing rapidly, gradually showing a tendency to break through the Lateran encirclement.

The Papal Knights who were resting between reloading finally noticed this extraordinary blood demon.

“The youngest court sorcerer of Kazdel, the personal guard of Theresa, the leader of the Royal City Defense Force, the rising star of the Blood Demon Court, the trump card of killing…Acardo.”

“I’ve heard of you for a long time, but this is the first time I’ve seen you,” a man with round-framed glasses whispered.

At some point, the Blood Demon had reached a very close distance with the Pope’s Knights, and they could see each other’s faces clearly.

Akado and his legion stood in front of the Betrayer Section 13.

The Demon King, whose injuries worsened again, was protected and left by his ministers.

“Go after them,” Saint Enoch ordered the other Papal Knights.