It is about two miles away from the street where Qiao was attacked.

On the tower of an old chapel, a man in a black cloak stood quietly on the top of the tower, looking at the street wrapped in light mist.

"It's so...shameless!"

The man muttered in a low voice: "Her Majesty the Queen of the Derren Empire is worthy of being the craziest and most terrifying grandmother in the entire Medland Continent... How can this be done with your identity?"

"Poor majestic tower...oh, hell!"

"It doesn't matter if you are caught...but those, our Sword Master, the confidant subordinates who have worked hard to develop in the army... but because of your reckless actions, they are completely..."

The man turned around and said softly: "Your Excellency, do you have any contingency arrangements?"

A man in the uniform of a general of the Delun Empire Army quietly emerged from behind the man. The shadow cast by the big brimmed hat blocked his face, making it difficult to see what he looked like.

Only his pair of eyes, extremely bright eyes, were spewing out anger like a volcanic eruption.

"Contingency arrangement? Do you think I am a god?"

"The idiot who believes in the power of muscles exceeds that of brains, he does not give me any time to arrange... He came from Lucia in a hurry and ordered me to cooperate with his actions!"

The man in a cloak smiled: "In your transcendent identity... the sword-holding man does not need to obey the orders of the 'king'."

The man narrowed his eyes and looked up and down at the familiar and unfamiliar sword-holding man: "Or, you have been hiding in the army for too long and have become accustomed to obeying orders? This is not good, this is not good at all..."

The sword-holding man sneered, and turned around and said coldly: "It's over now, and there's no other way... But they won't cause us trouble. But my nearly twenty years of hard work in the Delun Empire Army has been destroyed 70% this time... The organization, no, is the noble king, you must give me enough compensation."

The man in the cloak shrugged: "As a humble lord, I cannot make any decisions for the kings. I can only say, I will convey your meaning to you... Ah, the unlucky majestic tower..."

The sword-holder snorted coldly.

Al organization, 22nd level member, sword-holding man.

The "Lord" is a 26th-level member, whose identity and status are only under the king, and he is the right and left hand of the king who controls one side.

The man in a cloak in front of me was one of Florence's most capable assistants, and the most mysterious "lord" around Florence.

Even the sword-holder couldn't figure out the true identity of this "lord" in the secular world.

"You don't seem to be worried about the fall of Lord Florence?" The sword-holding man suddenly turned around and stared at the lord in front of him.

The man in the cloak was silent for a while, then he laughed: "What should I say? Of course, I am sad, I am angry, I blame myself extremely, and I hate my incompetence... But life is always something to live."

"Your Excellency Florence... Well, to say that in some words from Donglu, the Ji people have their own appearance. I believe that the Delun Empire will not use such extreme means, right?"

In the void, strange light flashed.

Around the lord and the sword-holder, a small void about a thousand feet square was like a mirror made of countless glass fragments, flashing a messy and dazzling light.

The strange light of black and white colors enveloped everything, and this small piece of space was suddenly isolated from the outside world.

It was like someone used a sharp knife to cut out this small piece of space, and even used magical power to piece together a box, sealing the small piece of space inside.

The colors of black and white have become the main colors of the world.

All the scenery turned white. In the white, which was as cold and terrifying as the face of a dead man, only our lord and the sword-holder turned into two black silhouettes, standing alone on the top of the white tower.

"This is..." the lord exclaimed.

"Who is it?" The sword-holding man suddenly pulled out a battle knife. He made a sharp wolf roar. The battle knife slashed forward hard, and a black arc light flew forward hundreds of feet away. Then, with a "bang", it exploded like a candle wick crushed by someone, exploded into countless black spots of light, and quickly merged into this miserable world.

A twisting, weird, filled with some uneasy silence, and a cold figure emerged in the air.

Black flames spewed out in the miserable world, and the black flames outlined dead faces. These distorted, ugly, and hideous faces seemed to be enduring endless torture, staring straight at the two of them.

"Damn...Damn..." the lord hissed: "This is...This is...The Realm of God...Who are you? Who are you?"

The sword-holding man's body was also tense, his body trembled unconsciously. Under the shadow cast by his big-brimmed hat, cold sweat oozed out from his forehead, and kept flowing down his face.

The wriggling weird figure let out a 'giggle' chuckle.

He flew forward like a shadow, and passed through the lord's body in a flash.

The lord's clothes shattered and exploded into countless black particles floating. All the essence, energy, and body in his body disappeared without a trace the moment the strange figure passed through his body, and the whole person seemed to have been taken away in an instant.

The lord's shriveled body shook, then fell to the ground and rolled down the tower "gululu".

The sword-holder's hand holding the sword tightly trembled violently. He felt a great danger and extreme horror from the strange figure in front of him... He looked at the figure as if he saw "death" itself.

"Do you... want to go against the Al organization?" The sword-holder roared in a low voice.

With his identity, whether in the Al organization or in the secular world, he has not lost his composure like this for many years. He boasted that he had been hiding in the army of the Delun Empire for so many years, and he had also tempered his backbone and courage as steel.

But it was not until today that he realized that when he truly faced death and irresistible terror, he was still as humble and timid as a mortal.

"Can you... represent... Al?" The twisted figure floated in front of the sword-holding man, sneering with a 'squeak'.

The sword-holding man took a step back in a mess. He looked at the twisted figure with his eyes flashing, and said in a low voice: "Isn't it? I, and mine... mine..."

"Your...fox friend...dog friend..." The twisted figure giggled and slowly stretched out his right hand.

He took out an exquisite badge and shook it at the sword-holding man: "Al... seems... I... too."

"Ayer...is not...what is amazing."

The sword-holder's pupils suddenly contracted, shrinking to the size of a needle tip.

That badge.

That badge!

"Level 29... Archbishop." The sword-holder looked at the twisted figure in despair: "Ha... Archbishop... Archbishop... understands his original heart, understands the truth, is unconfused, and never wavered... Archbishop."

"As noble as you... why do you want to treat us lower-ranking people..."

The sword-holder received no response.

The twisted figure swept forward lightly, piercing straight through his body and completely reaping his life.

"Al...I... don't care...he!"

The sword-holding man rolled down the steep roof of the tower and rolled down "gululu".

The black and white world was squirming and quietly disappeared, slowly integrating with the normal world around it.

The Archbishop, wearing a fur robe, a felt hat on his head, and his hands were in his sleeves, stood quietly on the top of the tower, looking at the street where the fog slowly dissipated in the distance.

He stood quietly at the top of the tower and looked quietly.

In the chapel, two old priests on night heard the sound of their bodies falling to the ground. They opened the door and looked carefully at the yard, then they started shouting loudly.

Soon, the whole church became brightly lit. More than a dozen old priests were carrying horse lanterns and torches, tremblingly surrounding two strange corpses with pale and white skin.

The Archbishop stood quietly on the tower.

A priest looked up and he stood on the tower like this, but these priests seemed blind and could not "see" him.

A sharp whistle came from afar.

The patrol police in this neighborhood rushed to the church with a small team of soldiers.

The street two miles away was surrounded by soldiers from the brigade.

Several belated war airships were suspended in the air thousands of feet above the ground, and giant gas lamps sprinkled huge columns of light, illuminating the entire street as bright as day.

From such a distance, you can still hear the sharp sneer and angry roar of Margaret III.

A faint faint light flashed in the Archbishop's eyes. He hunched over and looked quietly in the distance.

After a long time, he suddenly sighed: "This... the emperor's feet are... many right and wrong!"

He raised his head and looked at the thick clouds in the sky with a deep look. The Archbishop whispered: "Today...a good day...a good day...a funeral."

Straws of black flames spewed out from the soles of the Archbishop's feet, and soon the black flames wrapped around him.

His body was like a paper man burning in flames, turning into thin ashes bit by bit, and disappeared without a trace by the whistling cold wind.

A four-wheeled carriage, surrounded by more than a dozen elite knights, took advantage of the night and most of the attention of Fort Heidra, was attracted to the incident where Joe was attacked on the street, and quietly left Hydra Palace and headed north along Hydra Street.

The four-wheeled carriage followed a path, flipped through the blood kapok hill, galloped all the way, and headed straight to the north.

When it was almost dawn, the carriage was nearly a hundred miles away from Fort Heidra.

A world of black and white suddenly emerged, and the carriage and more than a dozen knights were wrapped in it.
Chapter completed!