The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 773: Mephisto

"Mephisto?"

Thinking about the name again, Dante suddenly felt a chill.

This is a bad sign.

But now, it has become the new name of the former battle group think tank Calistarius, a new name of his own choice.

At the same time, he also gave himself another title-Lord of Death.

When the scarred Calistarius was found outside the Heelsrich’s Nest, Dante almost thought he had heard it wrong, because he had received the news of his comrade’s "sacrifice" five days ago. , But he has crossed a distance of thousands of miles and appeared here?

Dante chose to check it out in person.

The result shocked him, and even the whole battle group was shocked.

It is indeed Heelsrich who is back, but he has changed, completely changed.

Become mysterious, become strange, become--

Terrible.

The blood slaves gradually gathered left and right along the tortuous mountain road, and their figures looked so small in front of the sculptures in the niches and the broken sarcophagus around them.

The cleverly hidden speakers buzzed the soul tune, and more servants walked out of the shadows, singing in memory of the passing lord-their ivory masks gleamed under the bright red robe hood.

As the farewell team moved forward slowly, the blood slaves on the roadside grabbed the dust and filled the stone steps in front of everyone, paving the way for the dead and sending the souls of the martyrs back to Barr.

This place is a barren mountain one hundred kilometers away from Halesrich’s Nest. Dante chose this place as a ceremonial place because the crimson rock is very similar to the topography of Barr.

In this war, more than 30 monks died in battle. According to the custom of the Holy Blood Angels, their first farewell will be at the place where they died in the battle to bring their souls back to their hometown and the embrace of the original body. Then they The remains of the warband will return to the fortress of the monastery, where there will be a second farewell, where their bodies will be buried with the martyrs in a tomb.

It may seem tedious to outsiders, but for angels, it is of great significance.

Because in the end each of them will experience this process firsthand.

Far from the front of the blood slave queue, the soldiers of the Second Company of the Holy Blood Angels stood solemnly. The soldiers wore magnificent full-body armor, holding battle flags and brand-new lacquer marks in their hands.

The team waiting to be greeted got closer and closer along the long path of rituals. Candlelight flickered on the crimson armor of the warriors, reflecting the barriers on their visors—the dim light and shadow made their faces resemble demons.

At the forefront of the team is the commander Dante, the leader of the Holy Blood Angels, the sage among the sages, and the beacon that illuminates the darkness in all directions.

He wore a gold-shining ceramic steel craftsmanship armor, and his face was covered with a golden face depicting the face of San Giles. His figure from the shadows was strong and powerful, and he was full of wind under his feet-he and the battle group could not be seen at all. Just experienced a big battle.

Dante seems to have walked out of mythology, holding in his hand a weapon made from the original remnant sword left over from the Horus Rebellion—the indestructible axe. The sharp axe that blows and breaks hair is fluttered with the brilliance of flames. .

The figure advancing beside him is slightly low-key, and the aura is much gloomy.

Callistarius, who used to be the Holy Blood Angel think tank, now calls himself Mephisto, wore a set of temporary armor that didn't fit well.

Originally, many people did not want him to participate in this farewell ceremony, because everyone knew that he experienced black anger--

Some people say that he must have made a deal with the devil to survive. Some people say that this is just a ghost that stole the body of Calistarius. Others say that he is the manifestation of the Curse of Black Fury, which will only The people around him are dragged into the abyss, and no one wants to touch him and believe him.

A very small number of people even claimed that Mephisto should be sent to the Supreme Priest Astorius for trial, but this is the last thing most people want to see, because Astorius the Cruel is in the warband No one is more respected and hated than him.

He is respected because of his important duties, and he is hated because his duties are always full of the blood of his own brothers.

Because it was Astorius who was in charge of pronouncing the souls of the sons of San Giles who had been caught by the dark rage, and whose mentality had deteriorated to such an extent that they could no longer serve in the battle.

After finding the lost person, Astorius had only one decision, a violent blow to the lost person's neck, chopped off his brother's head to end the dark and violent suffering.

Of course, this is undoubtedly an act of compassion, a relief to the cursed, but none of the brothers can feel comfortable in Astorius’s presence, after all, they know that his forbidden axe may fall one day. To their heads.

Therefore, if Mephisto is sent to Astorius, there is no doubt that he is sentenced to death.

This voice was immediately suppressed by the commander of the battle group Dante with great prestige.

Only he still believes that Mephisto is still the Calistarius of the past, even if something incomprehensible happened to him.

Therefore, this time he also rejected all arguments and allowed Mephisto to participate in the farewell ceremony, while further expressing his attitude-even if the other party changed their name, they were still their brothers in the warband.

Like Dante, Mephisto also swaggered and stared ahead.

But unlike Dante’s flawless golden face, the pale face of the think tank was full of contempt and coldness, as if it was warning all the audience who dared to look at him.

The long hair fluttered in the wind behind his head, reflecting the elegant silvery white, and the cold face of the sword and axe stood out among the crowd of blood angels.

And his awe-inspiring, dwarfed mortal temperament also reveals inhuman beauty, and dark secrets lurking in his deep, unblinking eyes, just like the deity of San Giles who appeared in a cruel nightmare.

On his waist, he still hung his power sword-Vitalus.

Behind the head and think tank was a little angel in a robe. It was similar in size to a baby, with a chest made of slender metal ribs, and its face was hidden by the ivory-colored visor of the same style as the blood slaves.

It has a pair of weak metal wings on its back, holding a tray in its hands, supporting a large piece of polished brass: its shiny surface is engraved with obscure spells and patterns.

Behind the little angel followed two think tanks one after another: they followed the dogma and wore blue armor, and the high collars on both sides of their heads were covered with pipes, harmonizing their psychic powers.

The ancient runes on the film show their identity. They are Mephisto’s past comrades~www.wuxiahere.com~ The think tank walking in front is obviously older, even among the holy blood angels who are known for their longevity. The above is "advanced age", his battle armor is decorated with various medals and military exploits, and the dazzling golden light is compared with the battle group commander, and it does not accept much.

The carefully tailored beard and hair are silver-grey in color, and the eyes resemble a pair of sapphires-a commemorative glance at the subspace all the year round.

His name is Gaius Johanselius.

Ignoring the dust thrown by the crowd and covering his boots, Johselius kept staring at his battle captain and friend-Mephisto.

He was the first person to inspect Mephisto, and only Dante and him knew the result of the inspection——

The moment he touched Mephisto, he knew that this secret would be buried in his heart forever.

Calistarius has really left them forever.

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