Afterwards, I slowly made a cup of warm tea. The pointer on the wall clock was already in the middle of the night, and no one from the hot springs came back.

Krach was nestled in the kotatsu next to him, with only his head and neck exposed. The nutrition warmed his stomach in the early winter. The milk-sandwich biscuit accidentally spilled a little, with a blush on his face, and he slept peacefully.

Of course, the table where Penosio left the note was not only not cleaned, but was even messier, with a lot of her sister's hot water spilled on it.

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next day

Hutton Mar welcomed a bright sunny day, and after soaking in the hot springs enough, they returned one after another refreshed and agreed to go there next time.

Leaning on the sofa, Alice's pretty face turned pale, and her delicate hand on the fiddle also messed up the rhythm, playing a few anxious notes, while her apprentice Heman continued to comfort her.

Alice, who could deal with the other apostles calmly, seemed a little flustered and nervous only when she learned the news about Held.

She didn't expect that Sir Held would always have a line of sight, silently watching this peaceful and peaceful manor.

"I'll try to use divination to find Rosenberg's location."

The sound of the piano was soft and the eyes were closed. The originally peaceful notes suddenly became violent and harsh, as sharp as metal friction. Siatt, who was making pastries in the kitchen, also poked his head out of curiosity.

"Look...can't find it, he's covered." Alice's pretty face lost all color in an instant, and her palms unconsciously clenched Mariette's.

Could it be said that this is really a killer plan prepared by Lord Held?

"Get out of here!"

With an angry shout, Xiaoyu's eyes bloomed with clear blue light, and a phantom of a divine dragon hovered and roared. The space in front of her seemed to turn into a mirror, and a incomplete picture disappeared fleetingly, lasting only one second.

The place in the picture seems to be a gloomy and dark gate, standing in a deserted area, haunted by resentful spirits? A hundred ghosts walk at night.

There is a long black knife hanging on one side of the door!

"Conqueror?" Xiaoyu frowned slightly.

"It shouldn't be. Casillas's sword is as bright as a mirror? Where does it come from?"

Ye Lin shook his head slightly, then gave Naiyali a grape, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Don't worry so much? Maybe just to scare me, I survived even in the hands of the conqueror."

Mo Mei glared at him and didn't call him boss? With a slightly angry face, she slapped him with her twin tails: "Idiot, that's Held!"

As time went by and the team experienced more and more things, they became more and more frightened by Held's methods.

At the juncture when the team might try to go to Silent City? The other party made a careful plan, and the treatment was almost like treating Ye Lin as an apostle.

Because of Alice, there was basically no hypocrisy and politeness between him and the bikini apostle? Or they were deceived in the name of sadness.

We know each other well, so there’s no point in acting? Just try to trick the other adventurers.

Bang~

"I have a guess about your knife."

Suddenly pushing the door open and entering the dusty Mavis? It was surprising and pleasant, but her delicate and cold little face now looked a little solemn.

Feng Ying, who was carrying air-conditioning, rushed directly to the kotatsu? She shook her shoes and said with a shiver: "Quick, give me hot tea and desserts, I'm freezing to death."

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"We're here..."

In the cold winter, Rosenberg was still shirtless. With his tall and strong physique, he seemed not to be afraid of the severe cold.

Behind him were more than a dozen members of the violent search team, all looking at this city that had not healed from wounds that had lasted for hundreds of years.

The doomsday city, Cantwin!

Priest Jiger's battle was astonishing and he devoured Delos' 300,000 troops, which became a special event in history.

Even today, hundreds of years later, Cantwen is rarely inhabited and more of a tragic monument.

"Sir, is it the priest Jige you want to come?"

As the place where Giger became famous, and the rumors of Rosenberg's power, Giger seems to have some chances if he hunts down the famous swordsman.

"No, Jig, he may not be enough, Ethra said..."

Rosenberg shook his head slightly and glanced at his own chained ghost hand, a gray ghost hand.

After he was selected by Shilok, his ghost hands, which were originally crimson and twisted due to Kazan, turned into a grey-brown color, and were called "gray-blooded hands" by people in the hunting team.

"Let's go there."

The direction of his finger was a restricted area established by the Delos Empire, one of Perous's famous buildings, the Cantwin Gate!

It was under the city gate that Priest Giger summoned the evil Brash, giving Delos a nightmare that he still fears.

…

The soldier in fine armor looked solemn and scolded: "Stop, you are not allowed to approach the Cantwin Gate, you can only watch it from a distance."

Poof~

The body exploded into a mist of blood. After a moment of daze, the other tourists panicked, yelled, and rolled and crawled out of the vicinity of the Cantwin Gate.

"Help me hold off the guards for about three minutes, whatever it takes."

"Yes~"

With a low response, the tightly wrapped members of the search team fell off their clothes and suddenly turned into twisted monster disguises.

Wow~

The ghost bonds on his arms were removed, and the metal engraved with runes fell to the ground and twisted into a ball.

"Oh, it is indeed a place where ghosts and gods thrive."

He felt that after taking off the bonds of ghosts and gods, this cursed land was calling, and the murmurs of more than 300,000 undead were pushed into his head like a bomb.

Rosenberg's special power can make the dead come to the world, and has the most fatal temptation for all spirits, ghosts and gods.

Unlike ordinary Devil May Cry, which keeps the will of ghosts and gods in ghost hands, he uses his entire body as the carrier of his descent.

Devil May Cry and Undead are two different branches of the same origin. One uses special ghost hands as a breeding ground, and the other summons the soul of an ancient tyrant to come to the world.

With the power of possession and the gray blood ghost hand, Rosenberg is almost a combination of the essence of the two professions. There are many talents in Arad, but he may be the only one who can do it.

Letting ghosts tear into one's own body, not even Shadow would dare to do so rashly.

In just half a minute, under the sight of no one, Rosenberg was covered in horrible ghosts, burrowing into his arms, chest, and head.

He transformed his state into that of a half-ghost...

"I found the breath! The holy relic... the sword of Karon!"

With one punch, the ground cracked open, and Rosenberg's burly body exploded at the same time. The blood mist was swallowed by the ghost, and several fragments of the Hell Stone wrapped his soul and sank into the ground.

The earth is thirsty for the blood of more than 300,000 people, and no one dares to dig a well within ten miles. It is said that the land more than ten meters below the earth is dark red.

However, the strange thing is that the farther down you go, the ghosts are not gathering, wailing and ferocious. In his sight, the dead from ancient times are afraid of something.

A black sword, pitch black and without radiance, seemed to have condensed the shore of hell, suspended in an underground space behind a door.

There is a mysterious place beneath the gates of Cantwen.

Just when Rosenberg was about to touch the sword, several almost transparent palms grabbed his wrist and threw him to the ground.

"You are not qualified to touch that sword!"

"Ahem, I know that the Sword of Karon was originally supposed to be given to the priest Jig, right, but Jig is too foolish and loyal. He could have achieved higher achievements and used all the power of the underworld."

Rosenberg didn't know that Giger could keep his will intact even in hell. He simply thought that Giger would regret dying in battle like Ballack.

The underground space, which is like a temple, is filled with translucent souls at some point. Compared with those resentful guys, they seem to have relatively complete consciousness.

"At that time, there were 20,000 remnant soldiers of Perus behind the priest Jigue, half of whom were killed in the battle. After Jigue's death, the rest saw that the situation was gone and had no choice but to surrender."

Rosenberg's soul suddenly turned blood red. A black ring appeared in his right hand and he murmured: "I didn't expect that the last loyal minister would have a group of unyielding followers waiting for him to take the sword."

Buzz~

The black ring shattered, with him as the center, a ripple spread in the void, and nearly ten thousand souls were scattered like smoke, blown away.

"The Sword of Charon, the weapon of the gatekeeper of the underworld, the complete holy relic should have matching armor and crown to protect the user. Although it can't be found,... it's not necessary."

The moment Rosenberg, who was in his soul state, grasped the black sword, his exploded body recovered strangely, and the aura of "death" filled the air.
Chapter completed!