Nidhogg Can't Keep Up

It felt like he missed a few seconds.

This feeling of dropping frames made him a little confused, but he couldn't figure out what was going on.

Others don't know what happened to the collapsed wall. The cloaked man who seemed to fly through the air disappeared mysteriously in the eyes of the public. No one suspected what the old man standing by the road did. The collapse has attracted enough attention.

"have they gone?"

Asking himself in a low voice, after standing there for a full minute, the old man made a judgment, but even so, he still maintained the automatic defense mechanism.

"London, very mysterious."

Making the final judgment, the old man left the scene with a civilized stick.

...

"Cough cough cough..."

Standing in the alley a few streets away, the person under the shadow of the cloak spat out a mouthful of blood.

Although he has a strange ability, his physical fitness is not very high. In other words, he did not expect the counterattack to be so strong, obviously the opponent has no subjective will.

Maybe I caught a big fish myself...

The assailant, who did not yet know the identity of the old man, could only draw such a conclusion.

The rough cloak is automatic without wind, I don't know if it is an illusion, the too long hem seems to have changed a little, and the jagged edges tremble like sharp teeth.

"is it?"

As if he was talking to someone, the cloaked man turned the dagger covered under his long sleeves, a pair of red lights flashed in the shadow of his face, let go of the hand holding the wall, and limped out alley.

★

"Fate has changed again... this damn human world."

Seeing the red ball in front of him spinning randomly and constantly moving its original position, the demon who controls fate really felt the depth of routines in the world.

There has never been such a shitty thing in hell. The communication of demons has always been simple and straightforward. Even the group of devils who often lie, their fate is simpler and more straightforward than this. This kind of case is extremely rare.

Forget it, after so many years of waiting, it's okay to be complicated.

For countless years, demons have rarely successfully set foot in the human world to make achievements. Thinking about this fact, this situation is not so unacceptable.

However, there was one thing he couldn't bear.

"What the hell is this with the black line! It hasn't changed!"

This demon lord may have obsessive-compulsive disorder.

PS: I will go to Chengdu tomorrow to go to the comic exhibition with the club, if there is no update, then I will make it up later.

NO.27: Being a pastor is exhausting!

(After two days of gooing, I finally went back to school.

In the Chengdu Intangible Cultural Heritage Comic Exhibition, half of the female characters are men, and half of the male characters are women, realizing the true equality between men and women... This kind of equality is still ruined)

"Who will be able to withstand the day of his coming? Who will be able to stand when he appears? For he is like a refiner's fire, and like a fuller's lye."

In the London library, rows of tall bookshelves are erected, one end of the bookshelves pointing to the central curved bookshelf, like a simple circular maze.

Of course, this is just a metaphor. If the library is made into a maze, how many knowledge seekers will be trapped in this maze of knowledge?

With a sufficiently large scale, the number of knowledge seekers is somewhat scattered, and because of this, ordinary voices are also insignificant here.

Slowly reciting the words of Handel's "Messiah", for this artist who settled in London and also presented 19 oratorios in the UK, the old man knows his life very well, even if he has been dead for a long time, his information It is still quite intact in the Intelligence Bureau. Of course, this does not mean that the artist has been in the attention of the church during his lifetime.

But his swan song did make many senior executives remember him.

"Messiah, could it be you?"

Slowly closing the collection of poems in his hands, the old man raised his head and looked at the bookshelf in front of him. There, a black figure came into view from the gap between the books and the books. He walked around the bookshelf and walked to the other end without haste. , the book in his hand is conspicuously written:

Enoch

"Elected by the Cardinal and also the most devout cardinal, the so-called Messiah should be you."

The young man in black with blood pupils stood under the dim light and looked at the old man without the white holy crown and golden scepter. It was no surprise that he would meet him here.

The Hebrew word Mashiah, also known as Messiah, means "anointed one". The ceremony of anointing the head of the recipient refers to the sender of God and the "Savior of the Restoration" in the hearts of the Jews.Changing to the Three Kingdoms period probably meant some people who wanted to restore the Han Dynasty.

In Christianity, this is used to refer to Jesus, not saving the nation but saving the world.

"Adhering to the will of the Lord, I am only a hunting dog, not a warrior of the Lord."

Standing up slowly, this kind and handsome old man subtly reached a height of 1.8 meters after straightening his spine, as if he suddenly looked 30 years younger.

"Hound?" The young man sneered in a low voice, "Come to London, did you smell the excrement of the prey?"

"Who says no, the smell here is indeed unbearable even for hounds."

The old man answered with a smile.

"Then why force yourself to stay here?"

Hearing the old man's provocation, the young man didn't show the reaction that the old man wanted to see, but just looked at the "soft" slogan engraved on the other side of the bookshelf and said softly.

"The enemy of the Lord is here, so I should be here. This is our iron rule."