Throne of Magical Arcana

——Please take a leave of absence first, because the air conditioner is broken and the lease has expired, so I will move tonight, and I will make up the chapter tomorrow morning on the weekend, sorry.

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Inside a seemingly ordinary civilian house in the Alto Viola District.

The clown leaned against the old wardrobe, and with his remaining left hand, took out a tube of potion from the night watchman's robe with great difficulty and drank it.

The little clown, whose body is no longer on the right side, can't even breathe, and can only rely on the powerful vitality of the great knight to support him. After escaping to this secret hiding place, he was finally exhausted, and he didn't even have the strength to take one more step to reach the secret room. No, I had to fall down against the wardrobe, trying to stabilize the injury with healing potions.

The pure and holy liquid was poured into the throat, and the clown's exposed internal organs and flesh began to squirm, but no matter how much they increased, they collapsed as soon as they hit the fracture, as if there was an invisible crack blocking all recovery efforts, allowing life Passes firmly and quickly.

"Are you going to die here?" The clown sighed in a trance, experiencing the horror of the top bloodline ability for the first time.

Teng Teng Teng, a few footsteps approaching, the clown opened his eyes weakly and helplessly, and could only watch helplessly as the night watchman chased him.

The door was pushed open, and it was Juliana and Lund and Minsk who were not included in this mission came in.

Seeing them, the clown raised some hopes of survival, and struggled to spit out the unwillingness in his heart word by word: "It wasn't...I...killed...it was...a conspiracy of...professor.... "

Unexpectedly, being cautious, I still fell into the professor's tricks, but what made me most unwilling and unreconciled was that I didn't understand the professor's purpose. It was because of the wrong purpose that I fell into this situation!

What is the purpose of his frantic planning of all this? !

Seeing the miserable appearance of the clown, even though she was used to death and killing, Julianna couldn't help but her eyes turned red: "Captain, I believe you, it must be that damned professor, no matter how crazy you are, you can't be in front of Na Kill Lucien Evans in front of Tasha. Hold on, I'll heal you!"

Although the clown did say that he would capture or kill Lucien Evans himself in front of Natasha, but that was when there was definite evidence to prove it. Say it is great irony.

After hearing Juliana's words, Lund on the side showed a bit of reluctance on his solemn and staid face, as if he had foreseen something, but he didn't stop him, but watched Juliana perform magic as if expecting a miracle.

The battle priest is also a priest, and Juliana is no worse than others in healing magic, but no matter whether she casts the healing magic or the healing magic inspired by the magic item, after the rays of light of different levels light up and disappear, she can't let the huge The hideous wound got better, and the "invisible crack" swallowed and divided everything.

"Captain Lund..." Juliana looked at Lund with tears in her eyes. Only his level is close to high-level here. If even he can't help it, the clown will basically be declared dead.

Lund took a deep breath, restrained all kinds of weak and sad emotions, raised his long sword as calmly as ice, and a layer of calm and deep light slowly lit up on his body, and then the light and the strange darkness emanating from the black gloves Fused together and stained the long sword.

He shouted, stepped forward, and slashed at the clown's wound with his long sword, as if he wanted to cut open the invisible and twisted gap.

Eliminating bloodlines can eliminate all supernatural powers other than true gods!

The long sword struck the invisible gap separating the clown's wound, and there were waves of strange fluctuations, and Juliana suddenly felt something disappearing.

But the gap remains tenacious, without any weakening, it seems that the disappearance is just an illusion of everyone.

Lund still didn't give up, he slashed down with a sword, causing a strong wind, but nothing changed, and the clown's squirming flesh and blood still couldn't be healed.

"No...try again...unless...Lund, you...become a sky knight...otherwise...it won't be completely eliminated after I die..." The clown seems to have recovered a bit, with a funny and exaggerated smile on his face A pair of black and deep eyes, the past madness, anger, hatred, unwillingness, etc. seem to brew the final peace.

"Captain, you..." Julianna let out a mournful cry.

As a team member who has followed the clown for seven or eight years, she has been rescued by the clown many times in times of danger, and when faced with terrifying evil, the captain clown is the strongest backing of their entire team, so even though many night watchmen condemn the clown as crazy and perverted , with a tyrannical and distorted personality, she still trusts and adores the captain. Unexpectedly, when she meets the professor twice, the teammates around her will inevitably die in sorrow one by one when they reach the captain.

The clown said as if obsessed: "It wasn't me... who killed... it was the professor's... conspiracy."

"I know, Captain, I know. If it wasn't for the delay by the officials of the referee, we would have arrived in time, so that you would not be framed by the professor and attacked by Natasha." , Strong dissatisfaction with the tribunal. Although they repeatedly asked to leave as soon as possible and could not let the professor go, they still continued to discuss whether this was a conspiracy by the professor to lure the night watchmen to get rid of the traitors, and it took a lot of time to make a decision. And if it wasn't for the fact that the church and the tribunal had regressed and weakened under the oppression of the nobles, how could everything have come to such an irreversible point? !

Lund was not included in the night watchman team that hunted down the professor. He didn't rush to find a possible hiding place for the clown until he heard that something happened to the clown, and then met Juliana nearby.

At this time, he said the latest information: "Morning Star is dead, killed by the professor, leaving behind the 'betrayer's ending'." His tone was cold and filled with infinite anger. In front of him, he couldn't help tearing the professor into pieces.

"Really?" The clown's anger seemed to be gradually ignited again, and he said with difficulty: "The church is too depraved...too weak, if it was... like before, how could we...be taught...like...a cat teasing a mouse... ...playing twice..."

"Yeah, I think many people in the church have lost their pious beliefs, and compromised with the nobles and the darkness under the pretext of difficulties and obstacles!" A layer of crimson flames appeared on the angry Minsk, feeling a little irrational.

The clown's spirit became excited, and his speech was no longer as intermittent as before: "Although I can't control my madness after arousing the blood of the puppet, I have committed many crimes and killed many innocent people, and I am complacent about it, like I am a real clown, but after being influenced by that ascetic monk, I believe in the Lord with all my heart, keep in mind the oath of the night watchman, abandon enjoyment, willing to live in the dark forever, guarding light and justice, and dedicating myself to fighting evil."

"No matter how crazy and tyrannical I am in the eyes of others, even the ordinary family members of the evil ones will not be spared, but I don't have any guilt in everything I do. This is to eradicate the evil!"

The clown seemed to have the last ray of brilliance in his life. After saying this, his breath suddenly became weak, and he looked at Lund, Julianna and Minsk with his eyes: "I hope... you... don't... forget... the night watchman ...swear...not to compromise with darkness and evil...don't...let go...professor..."

"Yes, Captain." Juliana answered with tears streaming down her face but with extraordinary firmness.

Lund, on the other hand, drew a cross on his chest with reddish eyes, and said solemnly to the clown:

"The night is coming, I will guard from now until I am called by the Lord. I will give up everything else, stay in darkness, marry no wife, no children, no land, no wealth. I will stay away from glory, stay away from praise, and do my duty , until death. I am the opposite of evil, the sworn enemy of the fallen. I am the fire that resists the cold, the light that pierces the darkness. I give my life and glory to the Lord to guard the darkness for Him, this night and every night. "

Both Juliana and Minsk repeated the oath of the Night's Watch with tears in their eyes: "...I dedicate my life and glory to the Lord, and guard the darkness for Him, this night and every night."

The clown stretched out his left hand with difficulty, and drew a cross in front of his unbroken heart: "I...dedicate...life and glory...to the Lord...for Him...to guard...the darkness...tonight...so... ...every night... so..."

As the voice gradually deepened, the clown's eyes slowly closed. His sight has been scattered, and Julianna's expressions of grief and sorrow have become blurred.

At this time, the clown vaguely heard the sound of crisp footsteps!

Lund was the first to react, turned his head suddenly, and then stared wide-eyed, surprised and fearful: "Lord Amerton!"

Standing at the door was a woman wearing a red bishop's gown and a special red square cap. She had long black hair and a beautiful face with a hint of pity.

"Lord Bishop Amerton!" Minsk and Juliana were equally shocked and panicked. They didn't expect that the giant in charge of the referee, Cardinal Vera Amerton, would appear here.

Is she hunting the Joker?

Will she punish herself and others together?

Amerton quickly walked up to the clown, squatted down and looked at it for a while before saying, "I'm a bit late, the clown's soul has been torn apart by the sword of truth..."

While speaking, she released milky white holy light from her hand to slowly recede the invisible twisted gap, but the clown's flesh and blood no longer had the same wriggling feeling as before, just like a pile of rotten flesh. This is a manifestation of exhaustion of vitality.

"Lord Amorton?" The grieving Lund and the others noticed something unusual about Amorton's performance. Didn't she seem to be here to catch the clown?

Amorton squatted in front of the clown, looked at them slightly sideways, and said in a heavy tone: "The nobles are arrogant and have forgotten the protection of the Lord, the church is weak and have lost the glory of God. I think you should have a deep understanding of these .”

Lund and the others who said these words in grief and indignation just felt the same, but these words were close to betraying the church, and they still didn't dare to repeat them in front of the cardinal in charge of the court for a while.

Seeing their silence, Amerton turned to look at the clown: "You are the Lord's most loyal night watchman. On behalf of other people in the church who are dissatisfied with the status quo like me, I would like to pay you high respect. Whether it is on the ground, Still in Paradise Mountain, we will walk with you, the glory of the Lord will envelope you, and you will never be alone."

The clown was almost speechless, but his vague feeling still erupted with intense joy.

"Lord Amerton, are you a faction in the church that opposes the status quo?" Lund asked cautiously. This was something that he had never heard of before.

Amerton stood up and looked at them with pity: "Yes, are you willing to join?"

Thinking of the powerlessness and grief before, the end of the clown, the glory of the past, and the leadership of a big man like Amorton, Lund, Juliana, and Minsk all drew crosses on their chests and said firmly: "Only the truth lasts forever." .We swear to the death to defend the glory of the Lord!"

The clown's consciousness was completely fuzzy, as if he had fallen into a dream that he would never wake up from, and he clearly felt the breath of death.

Before his consciousness completely disappeared, he seemed to see a silver-haired man in a red shirt and black coat in his dream, holding a glass of red liquid, and said with a soft smile, "He's really trying..."

PS: The oath of the night watchman was changed from A Song of Ice and Fire, and the general framework has not changed. I pay tribute to the master. This is the oath that impressed me the most.