Alien Knights

Theodore sat down, closed the book on the table, watched Jerome's right hand holding the sword hilt tremble slightly, and sighed inaudibly: "You asked me if I am still loyal to the past oath, and my answer is yes and no."

Jerome gently pushed the end of the scabbard away with his thumb, and the sharp blade emitted light, which shone on the ceiling of the room.

"All my actions are for the well-being of the alien race, and this has not changed from beginning to end." Theodore sat upright, with a calm expression on his face: "However, I can no longer obey the will of the elders."

"Why?!"

"Compared to the violence and cruelty of the Presbyterian Church, I have found a better place to protect the dignity and lives of aliens."

Jerome's sword was half drawn, his eyes became colder and colder: "Music Knights? Are you going to join the church? Do you think that gang of murderers under the banner of Heavenly Father are the hopes of a different species?"

Regarding Jerome's accusation, Theodore did not directly refute, but asked him a question: "How did you feel during the time you lived in Muxi Town?"

Jerome was stunned, and asked with some hesitation: "How do you know I'm in Muxi Town recently?"

"It's not just you, those uninvited guests in Muxi Town, the Inquisition, the Silver Ring Kingdom, barbarian spies... the Relief Society have all tracked down their whereabouts. Back to my question, what do you think of Muxi Town?"

Jerome looked away, his tone full of uncertainty: "That's a strange place..."

Theodore became interested and urged, "Tell me."

"The heterogeneous living there will not be discriminated against by others, let alone captured and persecuted. They have decent jobs, good pay, and some are even respected and even worshiped by the surrounding residents."

The more Jerome said, the more confused he became.

Theodore looked at this former disciple and slowly asked, "Why is this happening?"

Jerome put his sword back into its scabbard, and repeated in a low voice following the old man's topic: "Yes, why did this happen..."

"In the past, I lamented the injustice suffered by the alien species, and was angry at the suffering suffered by the alien species. With the idea of ​​ending the war and fighting for equality, I joined the Presbyterian Church. I once thought that only through violence can the world accept the existence of the alien species." Theodore touched the beard on his chin and laughed: "The appearance of Muxi Town made me realize that I made a mistake. It turns out that war is not a must for the alien species to integrate into the world and be accepted by people."

Jerome closed his eyes, shook his head and said, "I'm not as optimistic as you are. After all, Muxi Town is also the land of the church, and its independence will not last long. Sooner or later, the burning frame will still be spread all over this small town by the sea, and the aliens will ultimately have to rely on themselves to survive..."

"If you are worried that the Muxi Knights will go back on their word, and that the power of the church will regain control of that land. Then I can tell you, as long as you stay in Muxi Town for a while and chat with the head of the Knights—Todd, you will naturally no longer have these questions."

Jerome took a step forward: "If, what I'm talking about is if, Muxi Town is really not an accomplice of the church as you described. Then, Lord Theodore, come back to the "Presbyterian Church" with me. You used to be a mentor in the meeting and saved countless lives. You will introduce Muxi Town and the Muxi Knights to the Supreme Council. It will be the best opportunity to change everything."

Theodore watched the four members of the "Legion of Discord" slowly spread out and surrounded him in a fan shape, and smiled wryly: "After talking so much, you still don't believe me, an old man."

"It's not a matter of believing it or not, Lord Theodore. To a certain extent, I am protecting you. Maybe you don't know that Elder Clarence has arrived in the Silver Ring Kingdom..."

Theodore's eyes narrowed slightly, and the anger in his voice could not be suppressed: "That bastard who eats people as a pastime!"

Jerome analyzed the powerful relationship for the old man: "If you agree to go to the Elders' Council with me and explain everything clearly, with your status as a mentor and a large number of students, the members of the Supreme Council will most likely be persuaded to accept the Muxi Knights. As long as the Muxi Knights enter the seats of the Elders' Council, the original power structure will be changed. You also know that as long as you shout loudly, there are not a few people in the council who oppose the elders' arbitrariness and arbitrariness."

"But if you insist on going your own way, even if you can repel us. But the Great Elder and his subordinates will bring disaster to the entire Relief Society. Your research and your achievements will eventually fall into the hands of those ambitious people in the Presbyterian Church. Lord Theodore, for the sake of my being your student, trust me once and return to the Presbyterian Church with me."

Theodore looked at the man in front of him with a solemn expression. Just when he was about to speak, the bookcase in the room was knocked to the ground by a huge force.

Seven "Successors of the Necromancer" broke into the room through the secret door. The monster at the head was crawling on the ground with both hands and feet. One arm was as strong as a stone pillar, and the other was as thin as a firewood. The head that belonged to Marcos had sunk into the chest cavity and could no longer be seen.

"We've been tricked!"

"It's a trap!"

The three people accompanying Jerome raised their weapons one after another and started a fight with the monsters.

Theodore looked at the scene in front of him in amazement, and said to himself: "How could anyone know the existence of this secret door? I didn't summon the "Successor of the Dead"! How did these guys break the cage, bypass the guards, and come here?!"

The Bei Dao soldier held a two-handed sword in his left hand and a giant hammer in his right. His skin gradually turned red, his muscles swelled up as if he was inflated, and a horn like a goat gradually appeared on his forehead. Every attack of his has the power to break mountains and rocks, every step makes the room shake slightly, and any wound makes his figure even bigger, and in the end it even exceeds the roof, so he can only fight with his body bent.

The dwarf took out the dagger, squatted down, and the light projected around him, which was gradually distorted and changed, and finally he disappeared as if invisible.

Theodore found a bone whistle from the drawer of the table, and blew vigorously at the whistle. To his surprise, this method of controlling the "Heir of the Undead" actually lost its effect, and the monsters continued to attack.

"How is this possible?!" Theodore looked at the thing in his hand, his eyes straightened, and soon he saw something strange. Although the bone whistle in front of him looked very similar, it was a complete counterfeit!

"Someone came to my laboratory and dropped my things..." Theodore was stunned at this point.

At this time, Jerome drew out the long sword in his right hand and untied the glove in his left hand. The ninth pick in the "Legion of Discord" finally showed his ability - "Splitting".

Different from the normal right hand, Jerome's left hand was more like a limb belonging to a demon. The skin was covered with red scales, and the fingers turned into sharp claws. All objects touched by his left hand will be decomposed into more primitive substances.

Metal will be turned into a substance similar to mineral powder; wood will be turned into a fiber-like raw material; and flesh and blood will be cracked into a pile of white foamy slime.

Under the attack of the three of them, most of the "Successors of the Necromancer" were torn to pieces within less than a round. But a steady stream of monsters poured in from the secret door.

The small space, coupled with the messy and unexpected abilities of "Successor of the Necromancer", the balance of victory gradually began to become unbalanced, and the situation became more and more unfavorable for the "Legion of Discord".

Finally, the warrior fell down first, and was swallowed up by the undead in an instant, leaving only the skeleton; the dwarf was caught and bitten by the second, and he only uttered a cry for help, and was no longer alive.

In the end, only Theodore, Jerome and the tattooed man remained in the room.

"Take Master Theodore and go first!" Jerome grabbed the head of the undead with his left hand, watched the latter turn into mucus in the smoke, and shouted at the tattooed man.

The latter took advantage of the time of dodging, glanced at the densely packed undead in the room, nodded, and moved towards Theodore bit by bit.

At this moment, a burst of black smoke floated out from the secret door, passed over the heads of everyone, and wrapped Theodore's body.

A roar came from the head of the Relief Society.

When the tattooed man arrived, the black smoke dissipated, and the old man's body fell out of it and crashed into the former's arms.

Bright red blood splattered from the old man's chest, like a live fish that left the water, opened its mouth wide, but could no longer make any sound.

"Lord Theodore!" Jerome turned his head to see this tragic scene, astonished, shocked, remorseful, uneasy... Various expressions appeared on his face in an instant. The brief absence gave the undead a chance to leave a deep bone wound on the former's back.

The door of the room was knocked open by members of the Relief Society. The first person who broke in saw the president covered in blood in the arms of the tattooed man, and screamed loudly: "Oh my god! They killed the president!"

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