Arad's crooked savior

"Hey, this big guy has special powers, but he doesn't just die and turn into a pile of rotten flesh."

Pilate waved the long bloody blade in his hand, and then put his greedy eyes on Aslan's weapon. It seemed that the material was quite extraordinary, and it should be worth a few dollars if it belonged to a strong man.

He reached out to grab the Holy Cross, but the dying Aslan's grip was tight and he couldn't pull his hand away.

"You stupid thing, you will die once and for all, but please keep your belongings. Take pity on us poor people."

The bloody blade was raised high, Pilate sneered ferociously, and then suddenly slashed from top to bottom, trying to cut off Aslan's arm.

Poof~

His vision suddenly became dizzy, and Pilate was even more stunned. It seemed as if he had been kicked hard by someone in a sneak attack, and he rolled on the ground several times.

When he calms down, he must let him know why his nickname is "Blood Sword"!

After several rounds in a row, Mu Zheng's eyes stared sideways at the blood blade fragments on the ground, which seemed to be his own weapons.

Finally, at the last moment of his life, he realized that he had been beheaded with one blow.

Ye Lin was originally not interested in getting involved in the war in Silent City. He didn't want to expose his strength too much, but Aslan was about to die, so he changed his mind.

The potion cleared Aslan's poisoned state and made Aska slightly conscious. He opened his eyes in confusion, his lips trembled, and he asked confusedly: "Who am I? Who is Aslan?"

"Your chest has been penetrated. Stop talking. I can save you."

His fingertips were spinning a resurrection coin like a top, and he wanted to use it on Aslan, but it was held by a blood-stained palm. He coughed blood in his mouth, but shook his head slightly.

"I'm already dead, and I don't want to live with my puppet-like body. Tell me, who is Aslan? What has he done?"

When he was about to die, what he thought about was not how to struggle to continue living, but instead asked his vague memory about what he had done when he was chosen by the shikigami.

Did he violate the oath he made to the shikigami on the day he became an exorcist?

Punish evil and promote good, exorcise evil and demons!

"The meaning of the name Aslan...is hero."

Ye Lin stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with pride: "In the era of the Dark Holy War, the people of Arad were in dire straits and disasters were rampant. The exorcist of the Xuzu rose like the sun with the power of the shikigami, bringing new hope. Before the four great priests appeared, you were the one who shouldered the heavy burden of the Xu Ancestor’s anti-demon group.”

More and more memory fragments are picked up, gradually piecing together a vague past.

Michelle went to Xu Zu and asked an exorcist with the power of Shikigami to come out and save the people.

The Dark Crusade has been going on for ninety-four years, spanning the youth of several generations. Although Michelle brought the brilliance of "god", the mysteries of other professions at that time were not complete enough, and the strength of the awakened ones was very few. The representative four The great priest only appeared at the end of the decisive battle.

Before that, it was all maintained by the power of the anti-demon group, and Aslan was the leader and the best among them.

"You also saved a little girl named Bibi in the demon world. Aslan, you are worthy of the title of exorcist."

Aslan's resolute face glowed with a strong light, like the last warmth of a dying fire, and the most important memory fragments suddenly broke through the sealing barriers and jumped into his mind.

Arad, Xuzu, is a very familiar and friendly name. It seems to be my hometown. It makes me feel warm when I hear it.

The devil world is so cold.

"The end of the Pretender's war...?"

"we won."

After hearing this affirmative answer, Aslan seemed to have given up his wish, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm ashamed of the exorcist who expected me, I'm ashamed of the shikigami who chose me, and I'm even more ashamed of Arad..."

"No, you have done a good enough job." Ye Lin shook his head slightly and praised: "You led us through the most difficult years. The four great priests took over your will, and you are still there in the temple. name."

Aslan was once affected by the black nightmare, his character fell into extreme paranoia, and he hated all magic, especially Held, the first user of elemental magic.

His extreme, his anger gave him great power, even alarming Michelle.

Michelle once thought he was infected by the pretender and went to check it out personally, but found out that it was an unknown dark magic that was extremely powerful!

Under normal circumstances, Aslan would have been restricted and quarantined under observation. However, those times were too critical, and every ounce of combat power had to be used against the pretenders.

So Aslan, who gained powerful forbidden magic power in the "Temple of Death", became the mainstay against the pretenders!

Until he was summoned by the mysterious "Dark Death" and disappeared during the Holy War.

As for the so-called Temple of Death and the Dark Death, they should be Luke's black nightmare.

"Are you talking about Bibi? I still remember that she was a smart little girl. There seems to be someone named Niwu. The biscuits they gave me were delicious."

There was blood between Aslan's teeth, but he was still smiling. He was lost in a moment of reminiscence. Suddenly, he held Ye Lin's wrist firmly with his palm and said in an urgent tone: "I can tell that you are very strong, so please, please bury me." Yu Xuzu, and... well, please protect... Arad."

The rough palms slipped, and the eyes quickly lost their luster. There was still a bit of stubble on the face, a hint of fatigue in the perseverance, and a relieved smile at the end.

The exorcist, who had been eroded, missing, and wandering in the demon world since the era of the Dark Holy War, regained his memory in his final glory.

Brushing his eyes that had lost their light, Ye Lin remained silent, holding the blood-stained resurrection coin. From beginning to end, Aslan refused to use it.

The real hero Aslan died long ago when he challenged the Silent City, and his current body is just a brainwashed puppet.

He must have made the mistake of breaking the exorcist's promise during this period, so he was unwilling to receive treatment, because the one who survived would be the "forgotten" Aslan, not the heroic exorcist.

Go among a pile of corpses, pick up a few colorful beads, and use the broken string to string them together again. One of Aslan's symbols, the Four Directions Seal!

"I will take you back to Xu Zu and give you a rich burial."

He gently placed the necklace on Aslan's chest, and after bowing, a little ice emerged from his fingertips, freezing Aslan's body.

Zheng!

It was clear that he was just wiping an ordinary metal long sword with a paper towel, but it seemed that thousands of swords were ringing together, and the clear trembling sound seemed to resonate with all the metals, making those demon people with red eyes stunned for a moment.

Ye Lin gently wiped the sword with a soft cloth. After more than ten seconds, he seemed to be satisfied with its brightness, then turned his head and asked lightly: "I want to take his body back, do you want to stop me?"

Yasin, who was wearing a tight-fitting blue suit and a helmet, couldn't help but tremble in his heart. The six-petal flower made of the root of darkness in his hand also shook for a moment, but he immediately held it tightly and said calmly:

"Please, Rousselot will show you the way."

"Thank you." He nodded lightly, wiped the long sword, and threw it downwards.

Agata, who had just escaped while Ye Lin was listening to her last words, turned pale. Before she could even take a breath to celebrate her escape, a sword pierced her body and was nailed to the wall.

A sword made of ordinary iron material, with the blessing of powerful sword intent, split the wall of Silent City made of special alloy.

Rousselot, who was leading the way silently, wanted to look back, but he couldn't figure out this man's character, for fear that he would have a strange temper.

Nerbe said that this man was extremely dangerous, and he dared to practice swordsmanship during the battle with Matga!

Ye Lin, who slowly came out of his sad state of mind, tapped his chin with his finger and stared at the bunny ears on Rousselot's magic hat for a moment, then shifted to the swallow-tailed magic suit, and the long, slender, slightly fleshy and beautiful legs in stockings.

"High heels match your temperament, but Arad has more exquisite ones."

"ah?"

Rousselot stumbled as he walked up the stairs. He subconsciously looked at the high heels on his feet. Good handicrafts were rare in the Demon World and were only sold in a few famous areas.

Especially after she joined the Silent City, she became obsessed with magic practice. Most of her clothes, shoes and other items were sent by peripheral members.

That is, Schneider united to fight against Tarakuta's organization, "Vlad".

Most of them are bought in Harlem, near Casino Royale, and the quality is naturally quite inferior.

Just like now, Ye Lin has sharp eyes and noticed that the stockings on Rosellome's legs are drawn and the workmanship is basically the same as that of street stalls.

Compared with the over-the-knee socks that Siatt is accustomed to wearing, they are not at the same level at all.

The Hiatt type doesn't wrinkle no matter how you touch it, but it's easy to get beaten.

"If you have time, why not go to Tianjie? If you walk on our street for half an hour, you will see more products than you will in a lifetime."