Chapter 631 (1/2)
The stars are dim, and the silver moon hangs in the West.
The roar of the collapse of the Holy Cross statue has disappeared under the cover of the burning cathedral; Cracked colonnades and broken domes, the original magnificent Bain cathedral is only a remnant of ruins in the sea of fire.
Under the light of scattered dust and fire, the gray pupil boy holding the short sword in his hands stood on the periphery of the ruins. The two pupils under the tip of dark blue hair stared at the sea of fire in front of him and reflected the dazzling golden red in his pupils.
The red blood Castle Knights and the surviving church members gathered behind him and looked at the cruel scene in front of him with different expressions - after the Knights completely eliminated the mob, they immediately withdrew from the church under the leadership of Lucian.
In fact, this is also a very correct decision. At the moment they left, the sea of fire really began to spread... Looking at those priests and nuns who screamed, were dying or stubbornly refused to leave, and finally fell into the sea of fire, all those who survived could not help but rejoice in their decision while crying.
After completing the evacuation, the dutiful Lucian did not forget to take everyone to a place some distance away from the church according to Loren's order, and let the Knights guard around and forbid anyone to approach.
Anyone
Lucian silently clenched the handle of the sword in his hand, and the golden red fire reflected a face with unwilling heart.
There is no doubt that the voice just now came from the direction of the altar. That is to say, Lord Loren may have fought with the enemy, but as his escort, he is still safe and sound in this
”Well... I advise you not to have this idea.”
A joking voice came from behind.
The grey pupil looked sideways and frowned, ”is it you?”
”Very strange? I came with you.” Asriel, with his hands on his back, looked at Lucian who didn't like him with an expression of looking at a fool, and smiled calmly:
”For the sake of your loyalty to Loren, I remind you a little - don't try to touch the level you've never touched, otherwise you can't do anything except make trouble.”
”You know what, I was with Lord Loren in the Dragon King City...”
”Losing the dragon and becoming a 'zombie' Dragon hunter can't prove anything.” Asriel shook his head with ”a little regret” and smiled playfully: ”as for the disciples of lemantes and its toy demons... The level of minions is not comparable to the enemy that Loren is facing at the moment.”
”You, how do you know this...” Lucian was surprised and stared at the boy standing in front of him as if he were his age.
”How do I know? Or what you really want to ask is... How much do I know?” Asriel's smile grew louder and his scarlet pupils became more and more thoughtful. He approached step by step and stared at himself tremblingly. He was as tall as a gray pupil boy:
”Just because you have seen the Dragon King City, evil gods, apostles and demons, you know the real reason why Loren doesn't allow you to approach.”
”Compared with the gifted Isaac or Ayn, your value is far less important than them... So the real reason is that your existence can only add chaos to him.”
Without saying a word, Lucian looked gloomy, but the green veins of his hands clenched the handle of the sword were exposed.
”I guess you don't want to be just the valet around Lauren and... Useless burden forever?” Asriel blinked curiously, and his cheek was almost close to the gray pupil boy's face.
”What do you mean?”
”I mean, if you want to be an important help around Loren one day, or even make some 'heroic actions' for him at the critical moment, I can help you.”
Asriel shrugged and tilted his head playfully: ”for the sake of... We are all friends of Loren.”
The shocked Lucian didn't fully react from the boy's words, and the next second, the loud explosion suddenly started from the direction of the cathedral!
”Boom, boom, boom!”
The grey pupil boy standing in place suddenly trembled. Before he could stand firm, the violent air wave had rushed like a tide, causing a burst of screams from the surviving priests and nuns around, and there was a sound of mourning everywhere.
What a terrible power?!
At the moment of Lucian's consternation, he saw Asriel still standing on his side with his hands on his back. The violent air wave was like nothing to him. What was blown up was only messy pale gold hair and the back hem of a small dress.
”You, who are you...”