The sunset gradually disappeared, the shadows of the window ridges climbed on the relief, the white dove flapped its wings and was about to fly, and the fence was like a closed finger. He could not hear other sounds, only mud and sand gathered into a stream, sliding down from the snow-white marble inclined surface. But in the blink of an eye, this sound was also covered by the echoing bell. So late? Will the paperclip mercenary group be retreating?

Uriel could not distract himself, and the two Rule Wizards' eyes were like sharp knives, nailing him to the spot.

"Even if the tower has a biblical record, the astrologer has never told me." This is true, and he only hopes that "tattoo" Jizuk can see it. "No one has ever asked me about the book of the vows."

“The astrologer’s questions can be answered by themselves,” Oz Kranki said. “They can turn to the astrology and get a general answer. It’s rare to hear that astrologers are interested in secrets. For them, everything is obvious.”

"But the astrologer won't be happy to share the secrets," Jizuk pointed out. He had a frivolous smile on his face and his eyes were malicious. "And you, Uriel, you are the answers to many questions. It seems that we need you. Is it not wise to take away the covenant of St. Milund, Mr. Courier?"

Even if he knew what I was thinking, he might have decided to take action. The situation was not good, but Uriel could not think of any other way. Without retaking the scroll of vows, his magic would be unavailable and could only be left to fate. But regaining the scroll of vows from Lind means that he must face the hostility of the Black Knight's blade and the law wizard. Although the former does not mean safety, at least Jizuk will not rush to point his finger at him. Could this end this attempt?

Just as the apprentice considered the possibility of dreaming in a dream, the frost rune suddenly twisted silently.

"No one likes to share secrets."

This was still the tone of the demon lord. Uriel felt the threat in the words. He seemed to have other intentions, not just for the book of vows... The apprentice didn't have time to think too much, and millions of dark needles swept across the hall, leaving a row of deep holes in the walls.

"Tattoo" narrowed his eyes and spit out a string of spells. The magic barrier rose in the corridor to isolate the mysterious attack of the demon lord. Cranky simply raised his suitcase. The magic hit the box. The thing made a bang, but even the cracks were not left behind. It seemed that just to declare its existence, the unknown necromancer magic did not pose too much threat to the apprentice. Although he was in a very embarrassing way, when he saw the Black Knight pulling everyone's eyes back, Uriel couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"I thought we had a pleasant communication." Jizuk turned his head regretfully, "Even if we have different positions, the Bible is our common pursuit, the Lord of the Immortal. I can't see your mood at all, which will create a serious obstacle to each other's communication."

The apprentice heard that he was lying.

The Immortal Lord raised his hand and said a sword. "Why would I better coax the doves on the ground when communicating with you. Two wastes also want to bargain?" His mockery is far more lethal than magic, but it seems to reveal some information.

"What does it mean?" Cranky didn't understand.

Jizuk frowned and pulled up to avoid this. Cranky was indeed unable to fly into the sky, but the magic sword pierced his chest and cut a illusory shadow. "This demon thinks we are not qualified." He explained to the weird expert, then turned his head: "Do you think the tower is more worthy of the truth than the school?"

"In terms of strength, astrologers can at least keep the Bible. You idiots like you have no chance. Why do you have to wait until the pearls fall into the swamp before fishing them?"

"There are still people who covet the Bible?"

"For example, I." The Undead Lord admitted frankly.

"Obviously, the difficulty of yours is that you can't communicate normally." "The weird expert" muttered. "What about besides you? That's what you mean."

"Diet, do you think someone will take the Bible from us," Jizuk asked, "and can that tower messenger be more reliable than us?"

“That’s true.”

"What do you mean?" He became interested.

At this time, Uriel heard His Excellency Oz whisper to himself: "If you ask me, you must be crazy. Why do the devil's associations care about whether we can keep the Bible? He came to rob him." The apprentice felt that his words were quite reasonable.

Judging from the behavior, it is difficult to say that "tattooed" Jizuk and the Undead Lord are normal people. Their logic is often beyond expectations and they do things that others cannot understand based on this - such as suddenly discussing problems on the united front, or leaving the parchment scroll in the hands of the enemy. The "geeky expert" is probably the only empty realm here that can be understood, and maybe he is the breakthrough in the current situation. Uriel can't help but want to stay for a while and see what else can be unfolded in the dream.

"There are still people searching for the Bible. I guess so. After all, the truth is in front of you, and mortals will never resist their temptation." If Ulier reads correctly, the expression of "tattoo" gradually tends to be excited. "Someone? Or the mysterious fulcrum?"

"A person who does not exist in destiny may not exist."

"Don't exist..." Everyone fell into thought. Oz Kranki was no exception.

With a scroll in hand, the apprentice found that the Black Knight was telling the truth. It seems that the Bible is more universal than the "tattoo" mind-reading witchcraft. "You mean, if there is such a person, many mysteries will have answers. But if he exists, the demon... the nameless person can't find his traces?" Uriel took the opportunity to ask.

The Demon Lord didn't say anything, but there was a kind of default in the eyes conveyed by the Fire. Is it? He wasn't sure.

However, according to the description, this person is Knox's most outstanding nightingale, and he can't even find him on the Night Without Stars. Not existing in fate means that the tower may be helpless. "Why did he snatch the Bible?" the apprentice asked again.

"Tattoo" rolled his eyes and scoffed at the apprentice's question. His Excellency Oz answered him: "Truth is priceless, Ulier. If there is a chance, mortals can give everything for the secrets of the gods." The wizard ordered a parchment. "Don't you do the same?"

It's really different. Uriel at most looks at the source of magic power brought by the Scroll of Vows, and neither the Law Wizard nor the Demon Lord, they seem to be aware of this function of the Bible. Perhaps infinite magic is nothing to the realm of the sky?

"I don't care about the truth or the essence of the God's relics at all." The Black Knight told them, "these things only have one function, that is, as weapons."

The mystery spread with the voice, forcing Lord Cranky to resist with witchcraft. In the pile of rubble, fine dark blue light spots rose quietly, forming a glass-like translucent sphere. It rotated continuously and emitted a stinging flash like a substance. The walls reflected in a dark blue area, and countless cracks spread rapidly. Uriel originally planned to observe their moves and moves, and at the same time selectively contact the mysterious aftermath. But after seeing the fate of the bricks and stones, he immediately determined that this witchcraft was not within the contact range.

The demon lord had an unpredictable attitude, Uriel thought, but he seemed unhappy to see the wizard controlling the scroll of vows. Naturally, it was much easier to take the parchment from me than to take the fragments of truth from the wizards of the school. Maybe I had a chance.

"Only I can keep the secret." At this time, the ring wrote again.

Jizuk could see my thoughts, and Uriel realized that his magic was just as effective on the Black Knight. That was why the latter diverted his attention and used the help of the ring Soren to remind him. Only the dead can keep the secret... He understood the other party's hint. I had to make a choice. But what should I do?

He quickly gave up measuring the pros and cons. The range of blue light far exceeds that of the altar, and everywhere he goes, he overturns, and even the air becomes heavy. The battle in the air caused irreparable damage to the church. The roof collapsed in the roar, and large stone bricks fell into the corner, powder splashed everywhere, and dust was vast. Uriel heard a small scream from the corner, and the "geeky expert" paused and was smashed away by the black knight's sword.

Uriel wanted to see what happened, but Oz Kranki's mistake made him hold back. You were not the stupid apprentice, he said to himself, and it was just a dream, you had to get enough intelligence to turn the tables. Compared to the source of the screams, the attitude of the "geeky expert" was obviously more important.

The pale sword blade stormed through the barrier of magic. The "geeky expert" could not resist the box, so he turned his body into a phantom again, allowing the blade to pass through. He staggered back and stepped on cracks on the floor. "Jizuk! Can you see it?"

"No."

"It's just a finger-touching thing for you."

The Black Knight changed his target, and the "tattoo" flew into the air and opened the distance. "It's true. Unfortunately, I'm not in the mood. The Bible is more important than the Bible holder, and I must concentrate." The apprentice could see that he was lying without the scroll of vows.

At this time, a pillar supporting the dome was hit by the magic sword, and its surface was split into pieces and fell into the ruins. The screams broke for a moment, and Ulier's heartbeat paused. Fortunately, it did not disappear in the end. Girl. He heard that someone was trapped there.

"Remind me not to ask you as an assistant next time, Jizuk." Oz Kranki frowned, "Then, the messenger of the tower, if necessary, you should know that she can share some of the experiment for you. You don't want me to break your legs, right?"

Uriel rolled forward, avoiding the aftermath of their fight. "I don't plan to visit the Wizarding Career." But in fact, he was waiting for Cranky to speak. "Who is there?"

"Two Wizard Apprentices."

Uriel merged into the shadows and quickly crossed the altar. Over his head, the Black Knight had already pulled the chain of the divine text and threw the "tattoo" that could not be removed to the ground. This time it was not heavy enough. The latter rolled up and got up, picked up Cranky's suitcase, and threw it far away to its owner. They seemed to have to fight.

When Uriel finally saw two apprentices hiding in the corner, his "spiritual vision" ended.
Chapter completed!