Nidhogg Can't Keep Up

That's enough, enough to help him, and those who can help him can tolerate some small eccentricities.

Now it seems that maybe the contract is about to be voided.

"Jack, that's the same sentence, that's not something you can eat," Riley said again, seeing that Moriarty didn't plan to speak, "Scarlet Crescent, he's not a simple vampire, he's a monster , a monster that can destroy London by itself, the Pope I asked you to solve, the church he lives in was once defeated by his monster, you can't imagine the horror, it's far beyond the comparison of your small troubles, if he If you're not entertaining yourself, you're dead."

"..." Looking in that direction silently, there has been no new movement for a while. Does it mean that the other party has solved the joint frontal force composed of vampires, vampires, ghosts, wizards, and magicians?

"He's already started coming to me."

Rayleigh's voice sounded again, but the professor's voice was as silent as his own.

"In just one minute, all the frontal forces have been wiped out. This monster is still as terrifying as before. Jack, if you don't go to find the pope, come to me. Maybe you can see the grand scene of demons fighting against monsters." Hoo hoo."

Ending with an ugly laugh, the black-robed man who was finally quiet in his ears looked behind and then in front.

"professor."

"Ah, I'm here." Moriarty, who had been standing with his eyes closed and leaning on a civilized stick since just now, replied.

"I still stick to the original agreement."

"Then I have to give you up."

"Goodbye then."

"Goodbye." Moriarty replied with an unchanged expression.

"Huhuhu communication is cut off, it seems that your subordinates are not loyal." The red magic circle that suddenly appeared on the finger cracked and then dissipated, and Rayleigh's laughter was still ugly and dull.

"I can't talk about subordinates. Everyone is like-minded. Like-minded people build a criminal empire together, but they will part ways because of differences. On this basis, I will find other companions. This is my way."

"It sounds like you're walking on the edge of a cliff. Is that how you trust people?"

This unbelievable assertion sounds too ideal. Riley looked at the dozing Moriarty with doubts in his eyes.

"Trust? I only trust myself, and Sherlock Holmes. We know each other well, so we can trust each other to act as we expected. As for other... people who are dissatisfied with this world, people who want to change this world, There is never a shortage, and you are such a person."

Opening his eyes, Moriarty let go of his civilization stick, looking at the slowly moving black dragon mark on the phantom, and the motionless F logo on the other side.

"That's right, in order to transform this world occupied by evil dragons, I came to you."

"Although you are full of confidence, I still have to say that there are too many idlers in this city. If you don't solve them, you can't destroy Lukado. And, I have to go."

"What? Don't trust my men?"

Rayleigh could guess where he was going, but it was surrounded by his kind, and there was no way he could go wrong.

"I trust that man, and at the same time he can only be solved by me."

After finishing speaking, Moriarty walked out of the dark room without looking back.

"Humans..." is as difficult to understand as ever.

Looking at Moriarty's back, thousands of years have not made him a long-lived person who can see through people's hearts. There are still people he can't understand, but he doesn't care about them.

It is enough to understand the action pattern of that monster!

Even though he thought so, the other party's behavior pattern made him feel a little uncertain, especially after learning the news of Remilia's escape, even though the tracking had results, he still had a vague feeling that he was locked by something, a kind of mystery and mystery something that prompted some uncoordinated behavior in him.

He raised his hand and pressed it on the model of the floating London city in front of him, and a light red magic circle spread out on it, which was just a spell for communication.

"Exclude outsiders as soon as possible, and our party is ready to begin."

"Yes, Master."

The male and female voices that responded at the same time mixed, making him show a somewhat ugly smile again.

PS: The long-lost book "Night Tour Anime Recording" was written by Yao Lian, who is nicknamed Asuna by many people. It is different from the previous book, and it does not involve Lily and the fake girl. The author's side of the story is : "Seriously, unlimited flow of texts to the male protagonist".

(To be honest, I don’t really believe it, or what is the infinite flow to the male protagonist seriously? Is it cold and shaking???)

I am currently writing Gensokyo after finishing Sword World... But to be honest, you are tired of aesthetics in these two worlds, so let's see if there is anything new in what he writes.

PS2: I forgot to mention it in the last chapter. Zun, who started to be keen on slapping people in the face, explained Sakuya’s ability as super high speed... I think many readers who are experienced fans of Che Wan have already known this point. Sakuya, who paid tribute to Lord Dio and made a lot of related settings, somehow became the daughter of a priest. I don’t know if Zun challenged vodka or something, but no matter what he changes the settings now, Sakuya’s time stops It is estimated that the ability can’t be changed in the author’s mind, and I don’t plan to change it. The ultra-high speed can stop when approaching. Although Anger is almost the same, he can’t tell the space expansion of the Scarlet Devil’s Mansion. The early texts have set sixteen nights Sakuya expanded the internal size of the Scarlet Devil Mansion through the connection between time and space, and I don’t know if zun still remembers this setting ==

PS3:

NO.39: Everything is ready, probably.

(Halfway through dance practice... still can't keep up with the rhythm, there's no way... this semester's courses are inexplicably many, and this semester's things are also inexplicably many. It's so mysterious.)

"In a world shrouded in mist, flowers and trees will wither, and streams and rivers will stink. In the mist, I will guide the way and send the dead to heaven."

The holy emblem on the holy robe shines with dazzling light, and the endless light paths are intertwined on the long knife. Under the blood-colored sky, the man is like a dazzling sun. He doesn't even need to swing the knife. Any vampire who approaches him is blazing Turned into ashes under the light of the sun, he has turned into the sun.

Even if it turns into a black mist and a group of bats and wants to escape, it cannot be done. The brilliance of the sun is equal and covers all directions. The black mist and groups of bats turn into ashes and fly away. The whispering puppies and the vicious and cunning vampires can only scream, but all creatures living in the shadows cannot directly look at the brilliance of the sun.

As the Pope who rose from the Inquisition to the Pope, Mars Bernard is outstanding enough in combat power. The Popes of the Holy See are elected by the Cardinals, and the reasons for the selection are different, and the identities are also different. Similarly, among the past popes, some are good at theology, some are good at military, some are good at magic, and some are good at assassination, and Mars, he may be the pope with the strongest frontal combat ability so far.

He is not very good at the use of divine arts, he only knows various blessing skills, and his fighting method is to use various weapons.The Bureau of Inquisition is the dirtiest department, and it is responsible for solving heresy by all means. For this reason, they do not pursue any mercy and justice. Some people say that the Bureau of Inquisition is an area that cannot be illuminated by the light of God. The devil's den, but the Church knew they were nothing more than the swords of the Lord, like their angelic emblems with their black wingtips.

And Mars, from the sharp blade of the Lord to the agent of the Lord, undoubtedly implemented this creed by himself.

But this does not mean that he can be unparalleled. In this mysterious and weak era, vampires are not the strongest, and neither is the Holy See.

"The stairway to heaven or hell is under our control and all is well. He will surely shake the sky, the sea and the earth. The blood of the world will answer his call."

The dark red veins formed a shield against the sun, and the blue lightning shared the corrosion of the divine power. A man and a woman came out from behind, chanting the motto of the blood clan, which also made all the panicked dark creatures see, gradually Calm down.