The World is Sick

"Kevin, tell me, have you ever seen the light?"

"Has the hunter I taught become a strong warrior full of glory?"

Kevin sighed, turned to look at his former teacher, and nodded slightly under his longing gaze.

"Yanan is still in our hands, the city has not fallen!"

"Where I've been, and the hunters I've met, none of them have lived up to your teachings. I've fought hard until the last moment, teacher..."

Ludwig breathed a long sigh of relief, his tightly knit brows gradually relaxed, and his worries about gain and loss dissipated one after another.

"That's good, I'm very pleased and proud of you..."

"Now, the many efforts I have made are not in vain."

"Thank you, Kevin, I can sleep peacefully..."

Ludwig stared at the cold moonlight shining in front of the hall door, his voice became weaker and whispered.

"Even in such a dark night, I can still see the moonlight..."

The paladin answered his original question with a final hesitation.

Even in the darkest moment, the light never disappears.

Kevin leaned down, his palm was close to Ludwig's forehead, white streamer poured into it, his lips and teeth moved, and he whispered.

Have a good sleep, teacher.

After waking up, everything will be fine.

Just as the man was taking care of his mentor with all his heart, mist surged in the darkness behind him.

A figure formed by a bloody halo from light to thick, raised his long knife, and stretched out silently, ready to stab the pair of master and apprentice who were still tender.

"you…"

Kevin took off his windbreaker, covered the sleeping teacher, looked up at the bewitching blood moon outside the door, and whispered.

not good!been discovered!

The blood shadow trembled, and the long knife in his hand stabbed at a high speed, and the sharp wind pressure produced low whimpers all around.

"Why is it that you can't learn well?"

The man stretched out his backhand, and pulled out the attacker in the black cloak from the blood mist, then turned around slowly, with cold eyes.

"You should have killed a lot of people in the city, right? Cainhurst's blood assassin?"

This monster!

The blood assassin who infiltrated into the city gasped as he cursed secretly, regretting endlessly.

Due to receiving the order from Queen Annalize, he and many companions dispersed to Yanan City to carry out the mission.

Apart from taking advantage of the outbreak of the beast disaster and the coming of the blood moon to secretly weaken the hunters of the Star Clock Tower, their most important purpose is to explore the Great Temple and destroy the ceremony.

For this reason, many companions of the blood race pretended to be refugees, intending to mix into the crowd and break into the great hall.

However, Ludwig, who was guarding the door, was relentless. Those blood warriors who pretended to be smart were exhausted to death in the beast tide without exception.

As the most vigilant and the strongest one, he finally survived until the moment when things turned around.

The blood assassin originally thought that the fight between the master and the apprentice might cause both sides to lose, and he could seize the opportunity and become a fisherman.

But what he didn't expect was that he overestimated himself and severely underestimated the monster Ludwig taught.

If I knew it earlier, I would quietly follow behind and not make a move.

It's a pity that the arm around his neck shattered the blood assassin's dream and let him know clearly that there is no medicine for regret in this world.

However, under the trend of survival instinct, the vampire assassin secretly raised his arm, and pointed his bursting gun engraved with cipher text at the monster's lower abdomen.

go to hell!

Seeing that Kevin didn't seem to notice, the blood assassin grinned and pulled the trigger.

However, amidst the dull explosion, the opposite party remained motionless, and raised his head and smiled in great relief.

"Look, are you doing it again?"

"Tsk, there are enough reasons for destroying the corpse."

Immediately, when the blood assassin fell into panic and consternation, Kevin's expression was instantly cold, and the knuckles of his right hand crackled.

Squeezed by some kind of force, Na Xin's long body condensed into a cloud of blood mist towards the center. When it shrank to the limit, the scarlet blood rain exploded from the tight palm and evaporated instantly.

Get it!

Kevin stepped on a trace of blood splashed on the ground, rubbed it off gently with the sole of his boot, then nodded in satisfaction, and clapped his hands easily.

After a while, I searched around for Mary, who had found nothing, and returned to the front door of the cathedral, entered the open inner hall, and looked faintly at the paladin in front of the pillar.

"Mr. Ludwig, he..."

"I can't die, let him sleep first, so we can go up and get down to business!"

Kevin, who was squatting on the ground, responded while adding the last touch to the diagram surrounding Ludwig's secret magic circle, and then got up satisfied.

After the spell was activated, the exhausted and seriously injured paladin was hidden in the invisible air.

Maria nodded slightly, with a soft smile on her pretty face, as if she was pleased with the happy ending of the master and apprentice.

As for the fact that a high-ranking vampire had just died here, no one knew about it except Kevin.

The two gathered together, then started to walk up the spiral staircase and entered the real core floor of the Cathedral.

What the hell is this? !

Kevin and Maria had just rushed into the institute, and dozens of "big-headed aliens" who were sitting on the hospital bed, or hiding behind the door and in the corner, looked at them subconsciously.

This startled the two immediately, and Kevin instinctively pulled out his musket.

However, these monsters with dark blue skin, short limbs, and bulging heads did not show a strong desire to attack. After a brief glance at them, they continued their respective actions.

Kevin frowned, retracted his musket, and stepped forward to check carefully.

He couldn't help noticing that some of the big-headed aliens were flipping through books, some were chopping vegetables, and some were having a great time playing the two tasks of overturning stools and lifting them up.

If they do not interfere with their "play house", this group of big-headed aliens will not be hostile or threatening.

Suddenly, fluorescent tentacles floated out of the window, and a group of big-headed aliens lay back on the hospital bed in anxiety and fear, trembling.

Celestial Messenger!

Kevin's eyes were cold, and he immediately cooperated with Maria to pull out two known monsters patrolling the corridor, and jointly killed them.

After the battle, the man took out a record from the familiar white robe of the Celestial Messenger, flipped through it casually, with a gloomy expression.

These people in the ward are all citizens of Yanan. After they showed animalistic tendencies, they were secretly sent to the headquarters of the Healing Church for further treatment.

The method is to inject the blood of Ibritas, the Daughter of the Universe, into this ghostly appearance.

At the end of the record, it was even euphemistically called:

They were healed and became messengers of God.

Chapter 1222 Chapter One Thousand 170 Three Bunch of Idiots

"boom!"

Amidst a sharp explosion, the secret door where the molten iron was poured revealed a clear bulge of the celestial messenger.

As the punches burst out, the aftermath shook, and the barrier leading to the upper floor of the great hall was torn apart and fell down, revealing the magnificent and ethereal hall inside.

The lit candles around fluctuate with changes in air pressure, and the flames fluctuate. The shrinking or spreading darkness creates a terrifying atmosphere.

But as the candlelight stabilized, the eerie feeling of the surrounding environment was gradually stripped away.

Dozens of standing marble pillars are towering and gorgeous, and the unique flying buttresses of Gothic architecture create a sense of human insignificance and etherealness. The stained glass inlaid in the rose window is full of religious and sacred meaning.

The exquisite relief craftsmanship around it, as well as the gold leaf and precious stones inlaid on the surface of the statues of saints on both sides, can still glimpse the luxury and luxury of the healing church in its heyday.

The dome reflecting the stars and the half-open skylight attract the brilliance of the blood moon in the night sky, and the strange colors that divide the light and shadow exude a dangerous and mysterious beauty.

At the end of the central axis directly in front, a figure in a white bishop's uniform knelt under the high pedestal.

On the pedestal, there is a sculpture of a saint holding a water bottle, showing mercy, pouring baptism to the mortal world, as if purifying the filth of the world and nourishing all things.

A graceful silver-haired woman with a white gauze covering her face stands on the left side of the pedestal, with her hands folded on her abdomen, her head hanging down, her lips and teeth whispering, as if she is praying.

As the sudden movement outside the door broke the solemnity of the hall, the silver-haired woman suddenly raised her head, watching the two figures approaching with vigilance.

"You looking for them?"

Kevin's eyes were cold, his lips parted, he flicked his hands, cracked his bones and tendons, and threw the Celestial Messenger in front of the other party. The smell of blood wafted from the corridor, very strong.

"Don't wait, I've cleaned everything outside."

The man clapped his hands and whispered quietly.

"In a sense, the choir has been expelled..."

"Also, I also freed the [Holy Messenger] of the institute who were captured by you for transformation experiments."

"Now, the entire Great Cathedral is left with you..."

"Well, what do you want to say?"

"The supreme leader of the choir, Her Royal Highness Amelia, and the founder of the Healing Church, Bishop Lawrence?"

Amelia couldn't hold back at first, and looked at the corpse of the celestial messenger pitifully, her white teeth clenched her lower lip, her voice became a little hoarse.

"They sacrificed everything to save the world, and they didn't deserve this ending."

Kevin looked back at the scattered corpses in the corridor, took out an old note stained red with blood from his pocket, turned to the last few pages, and read it again.

"Salvation? Sacrifice?"

"Wake up, Your Highness the Holy Maiden."

"According to the instructions of the two, the choral group collectively summoned Ebritas, the daughter of the universe, but they lost their brains."

"After that, the self-awareness of these poor people no longer exists, and they can no longer be called human beings..."