Food Poems

Chapter 458: The Master of the Tomb, Kelya's Head, Ye Zhi's Trump Card (9K)

The sky is lowered, above the clouds.

The knight on the white horse holds a longbow, wears a crown on his head, and casts a cold gaze from under his helmet, looking down at Yeats condescendingly.

Half a year ago, during the Moonlight Cult incident, Plague Knight not only failed to eliminate Yeats, but even made him the Moonlight Chosen One.

This action also caused Cesare, who was the vessel of the Plague Knight, to suffer heavy damage and he had to recuperate for half a year.

Compared to half a year ago, Yeats Browndi's strength has improved dramatically, as can be seen from the fact that he burned the swarm of locusts in the sky with just one move.

But...that's all.

In the domain of the Lord of Plague, all his struggles were in vain!
Bang!
At this moment, there was a loud bang from the Black Tower Fortress.

A figure rushed out from the ground, his fists wrapped in red flames and filled with violent rage, charging head-on like a thunderbolt!
With the help of the power of rage, Ye Zhi's boxing skills are no less powerful than his archery skills, and even more explosive!

"I was wondering how dare you overestimate your own capabilities. Turns out you made a deal with the devil."

Cesare sneered secretly, seeing through the source of this energy at a glance, and drew his bow and arrow, and the dark green light quickly condensed on the arrow string. In the blink of an eye, three sharp edges of plague power suddenly attacked, aiming at Ye Zhi's eyes and throat!

These arrows, which were formed by the pure power of plague, would cause skin ulcers if touched even a little bit, and the poison would penetrate into the body in a blink of an eye, leaving the body in a matter of moments!
Even the most reckless person in the world would hesitate when faced with this obviously poisonous arrow!
However, Cesare opened his eyes wide in surprise, only to see Yezhi rushing towards the arrow head-on without any hesitation or evasion!

boom!
First, he threw a left straight punch, and with the golden flames wrapped around the tip of his fist, he burned the dark green poison arrow to ashes with a "sizzling" sound.

Then he used his right arm to withstand the other two poisonous arrows, and a large-scale right swing punch was like a crushing mountain, smashing into the Plague Knight's helmet!
"Pretending? Let me let you fly!"

Boom!
The punch was so powerful and strong that it left a dent in the iron helmet visible to the naked eye!

Cesare had been to an oriental temple and was deeply impressed by the big bell. At this moment, he felt as if a wooden pendulum had hit him on the forehead. His brain went blank, the world was spinning, and the sky was full of golden stars!
How can it be?

A strange feeling flashed through Cesare's heart.

How dare he ignore my poison arrows?
What on earth is this extraordinary power?

There was no chance to think carefully.

The Plague Knight immediately flew off his white horse.

The defenders of the Black Tower Fortress were horrified as they saw the Plague Knights smashing towards the city wall like a cannonball. They shouted at the top of their lungs, "Back off, back off!"

Bang!
The Plague Knight smashed into the city wall, his body embedded deeply into it.

King Roland Louis stared at the scene in a daze, looking up at the god-like man under the sky, and couldn't help pursing his lips.

Ye Zhi...when did he acquire such divine power?
Half a year ago, Ye Zhi could only rely on Daisy when facing the Plague Knight with the power of the Holy Land. But after half a year, relying on the power obtained from the seven magic ritual vessels, Ye Zhi has made qualitative improvements in both combat skills and magic.

The Avalon Domain caused his physical fitness and regenerative ability to surge.

This is the bard who has maxed out his physique and strength and is capable of close range damage!
High in the air, Ye Zhi glanced at his right arm.

Two poisonous arrows were pierced into his arm, and the wounds were already oozing pus and turning black, emitting a foul odor of decay.

If it was Master Liuhuan, he would have been killed by the poisonous arrow of the Lord of Plague.

However, what Ye Zhi is least afraid of is poison, not to mention that he has the help of the regeneration technique mastered by the nine-headed Hydra!

Zheng!
Ye Zhi used his left palm as a knife to cut out the poisonous sore and the rotten flesh, and then recovered visibly with the help of the Undead Regeneration Technique.

at the same time.

The Plague Knight had struggled out of the depression in the city wall and climbed back on his horse. He looked at Yeats as if he was meeting him for the first time, with a complicated look under his helmet.

Could it be that... I underestimated Ye Zhi's ability?
Could it be that the information was wrong, and he was already in the Seventh Ring Sanctuary!
But how is this possible? To be promoted from a master to a saint in just half a year is undoubtedly a fantasy!

Cesare did not dare to be careless anymore, he drew his bow and shot an arrow into the sky.

whoosh-

The arrow shot up into the sky, and in the blink of an eye, a muffled thunder exploded, and the entire sky was dyed a pale green. In an instant, poisonous rain fell from the sky, landing on the ground, and immediately made a hissing sound, corroding holes that could be seen with the naked eye!
The defenders were terrified.

Louis enveloped the entire fortress with his domain.

Ye Zhi glanced at the poisonous rain in the sky, and expanded his domain to cover the Plague Knight.

The aura of the sanctuary level enveloped the battlefield. Under the iron helmet of the Plague Knight, Cesare's expression had changed.

Ye Zhi finally achieved the achievement he didn't want to see... At an unprecedented speed, he went from a mortal to the level of demigod!
This means that he has reached a height that he cannot reach.

Unless he relied on other forces, he would not be able to defeat Yeats on his own!

This also meant that he could no longer pose a threat to him... Cesare clenched his hands unwillingly, his face ashen, and emotions such as humiliation, unwillingness, and suspicion surged in his heart.

As the Pope's only son, Cesare was sent to a monastery to be trained when he was old enough to understand things. He never felt the warmth of family and affection. For him, the only emotion he had towards his father was fear.

Cesare was more afraid of disappointing his father than dying. However, because of Yeats's appearance, Cesare's repeated failures had exposed the Pope's true colors, making Cesare even more anxious.

A voice sounded in Cesare's heart.

——You are not without choices.

——Give me everything you have, and everyone will be satisfied, including your father.

Cesare struggled, then sneered, "Do you want my body so badly? Is it because a soul without a container is like a rootless duckweed?"

"But unfortunately, I can't give it to you now. I haven't given up all my efforts yet!"

hum!
Cesare deployed the Plague Realm to rival Yeats' Avalon Realm.

The rotten land filled with poisonous clouds, cold and dead, flowing with filth and pus, collides with the fairyland-like Avalon with its singing birds and fragrant flowers.

Ye Zhi frowned slightly.

Domains are like elements, restraining each other. Although his Avalon domain is invincible, it is suppressed by the plague land and cannot show its full potential.

However, Hildreth's domain, "Frozen Wonderland", has a targeted effect on Cesare's Plague Land, so perhaps we can consider letting Hildreth take action.

boom!
Cesare only defended and did not attack. He seized the opportunity, broke out of Yeats's territory, and flew straight towards the bottomless pit.

The huge rift valley was bottomless, and the buzzing of locusts echoed in it.

In the brief moment when Yeats tried to peer into the abyss, a malicious force came from the abyss, trying to invade Yeats's soul realm and create a nightmare scene.

Compared with the will of the demon wolf Fenrir, this will is still too weak to directly pull Ye Zhi into the dream.

Ye Zhi sneered: "I was worried that I couldn't find you, but you came to me!"

Following the traces left by this will, Ye Zhi was able to determine the exact location of the nightmare demon Abaddon.

Just as Yeats was about to follow the Plague Knight into the bottomless pit, he heard Louis' call.

"Wait! The bottomless pit is extremely dangerous. Why don't I go with you?" Louis said.

"My two wives will accompany me." Yeats looked around.

With the help of her fighting spirit, Hildreth floated in the air on Ye Zhi's left side; Gray spread out a pair of translucent dragon wings formed by the elements of wind and stayed on Ye Zhi's right side.

"But..." Louis had more to say.

"Both of them are in the Seventh Ring Sanctuary, Louis, you don't have to worry too much." Ye Zhi said.

Louis' eyes flashed with an undisguised astonishment, and he looked back and forth at Gray and Hilde, the shock on his face becoming more and more obvious.

Two...Sanctuary?
Are the sanctuaries now commonplace? There are three sanctuaries in Yeats’ family alone?

Louis realized that he might be the one holding the team back, so he opened his mouth and swallowed the words of dissuasion that were about to come out of his mouth.

"Whether it's the Nightmare Abaddon or the White Horse Knight who caused the plague just now, they are both a major threat to me and the Roland Kingdom..." Louis wanted to ask Ye Zhi for help, but he couldn't say it, so he said tactfully: "Ye Zhi, I will wait for your triumphant return, and then prepare a triumphant dinner for you in the palace!"

Ye Zhi nodded slightly, and flew to the bottomless pit with Gray and Hilde.

As soon as we entered the pit, thousands of locusts swooped towards us, with scarlet compound eyes, vibrating elytra, yellow and black stripes, corrosive acid...all of it was disgusting, like a nightmare scene.

The three of them maintained the domain to the smallest possible range, wrapping themselves tightly to provide protection.

The dense swarms of locusts rushed into the territory of the three people like moths to a flame.

The realm controlled by Hildurde through the power of the demon wolf Fenrir is called "Iceland", which is cold and cruel, quiet and dead. All locusts that touch the edge of the realm are instantly turned into ice sculptures and then shattered into powder.

Gray mobilized the power of the starry sky, and in the "Starry Night" field that unfolded on the night of the meteor shower, she let the sparks linger around her body, igniting all the locusts that rushed forward. The silvery-white flames illuminated the endlessly falling black cave, illuminating more locusts, which was terrifying.

Ye Zhi's Avalon Domain focuses on defense, and is the best among the three domains in terms of sustainability and regeneration. As soon as the locusts entered the domain, they were refined into pale white light particles, fell into the green grass, and became nutrients for Avalon.

We fell along the pit for about half an hour, and the terrain ahead finally changed slightly.

The originally narrow pit became wide and wide, with large and small stone platforms appearing on the pit walls for people to rest on, and there were also a large number of stone tunnels leading to unknown destinations.

This pit is filled with resentment and evil spirits, and I don't know how many corpses are buried here.

Ye Zhi lost his sense of the Plague Knight's location for a moment. Just when he was having a headache, he suddenly heard Kylia's call.

"Master, I can feel that my head is somewhere in this pit..."

Ye Zhi's eyes lit up, and he suddenly remembered that Kylia's head was deep in the pit!
As early as the Roland Knight Conference, Yeats learned clues about Kylia's life experience from Corinna Drunk, a descendant of Joan of Arc's follower knight.

There is a high possibility that Kylia's previous life was Joan of Arc, and the whereabouts of Joan of Arc's head is in this bottomless pit.

Although the purpose of entering the pit was to hunt down the Plague Knight, Ye Zhi couldn't find the direction at the moment, so he decided to start from Jeanne's head and said:

"Kelya, can you sense the position of your head?"

"Yes, Master, in the direction I pointed you..."

Kylia's telepathy sounded, and at the same time, in Ye Zhi's field of vision, a light blue light appeared, leading to a tunnel in the maze-like pit.

"I just love automatic route finding," Yeats exclaimed. "It's great news for a person like me who has a poor sense of direction!"

In almost any game, Ye Zhi would open all the treasure chests in the maze, not because he wanted to collect them all, but simply because he was wandering around in the maze and couldn't find the way...

Following Kelya's instructions, Yezhi, Gray, and Hilde headed towards a tunnel. Unlike the rotten and foul-smelling air outside, this tunnel was very clean, and one could feel the surging air flow at the end of the tunnel.

"Yeats, there are no locusts here." Gray said.

"Be careful, the quieter it is, the more it indicates a problem." Ye Zhi thought to himself, and he would not be surprised if a BOSS with a health bar as wide as the screen suddenly appeared.

Hildre said: "There is light ahead."

A little light appeared in front of them, and the narrow passage suddenly became clear. The three of them were shocked by the scene before them.

This is a cemetery that is so large that it is unimaginable. Pitch-black coffins lie quietly on the graves without being buried, and the blue phosphorescent light floating in the cemetery keeps lingering.

Ye Zhi stretched out his finger, attracting a blue flame, and discovered that this was a rare fire element that only appeared in areas with a strong smell of death and was favored by liches and necromancers.

Gray scratched her head and said, "There are so many coffins. Which one should contain Kailia's head?"

Ye Zhi was also a little undecided and sighed: "It's really confusing."

Xilude said calmly: "Why not open all these coffins... With the strength of the three of us, it will take less than half an hour to complete."

Yeats and Gray looked at each other.

This seems to be a good idea!

Just as Yeats was eager to try, a hoarse cough came from deep in the tomb.

"It's been a long time since we had any guests here."

A black coffin was suddenly pushed open, revealing a shriveled hand that was clinging to the edge of the coffin, trembling and supporting its body. Then, the owner of the voice struggled to get up and calmly looked at Ye Zhi and others.

What an ugly face is that?
Ye Zhi was a man of extraordinary character, and he couldn't help but feel goosebumps all over his body, his scalp tingling, and a deep chill running down his spine.

Gray was startled and shrank behind Ye Zhi, tightly grasping his hand: "Ye Zhi, zombie!"

Calling it a zombie seems to be a bit of an exaggeration. This creature is simply a hundred times more disgusting than a zombie.

Ye Zhi looked calm, holding Hildreth in front of him, and asked, "Are you a human or a ghost? Tell me who you are!"

The owner of the voice had only a pale face without any facial features, and it was constantly distorted, like a changing mosaic, dizzying and almost nauseating. His body was covered with morbid growths, and even fungi took root in his skin. There were also several shadow tentacles extending from the soles of his feet, constantly crawling on the wall.

"Me? Haha, you asked my name..."

The zombie chuckled, and its hoarse laugh caused the blue flames in the tomb to shake.

"Let me think... Oh, yes, a long, long time ago, I also had a name... Everyone called me..."

"Abaddon."

The tomb suddenly fell into silence.

There was a flash of surprise in Ye Zhi's eyes. She pursed her lips but said nothing. She just stared at him.

"You seem surprised?" Abaddon asked.

"Can you see me?" Yeats asked back.

"I don't have eyes, but I can hear the disorder of your breathing and smell the fear in your pores." Abaddon laughed hoarsely, "Maybe my current appearance is a little scary. You know, a long, long time ago, I was also an angel..."

Yeats was indeed surprised.

He had never imagined that Abaddon, who was dubbed the "Dark Angel of Death" and the "Messenger of the Abyss", would be so mysterious.

In the game, Abaddon appears in the form of a black goat, which is most likely his second stage... Ye Zhi had thought about using the black goat to make wine before, but when he saw that the other party was both sane and so weird, Ye Zhi immediately lost all appetite.

"The Bottomless Pit hasn't had any visitors for a long time. It's only recently that it has become lively again. For me, it's like a festival, a day worth celebrating..."

Abaddon hunched his back and pulled out a lantern from his coffin. The faint blue light made the entire cemetery look particularly eerie and added a metallic quality to his voice.

"I haven't had anyone to talk to for a long time... Would you... be willing to... listen to some of my stories?"

There was a hint of flattery and request in Abaddon's tone.

Gray and Hildreth looked at each other, then turned to Yeats inquiringly.

Ye Zhi hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"That's great." Ye Zhi could actually discern joy from that unrecognizable face. He gently shook the lantern and said, "You can find a coffin to sit in... My story is short and won't waste too much of your time."

Ye Zhi's mouth twitched, thinking, "Find a coffin to sit in? This is too unlucky."

With a glance, I found that Gray had already sat on a coffin, and patted the seat next to her like a small stool: "Ye Zhi, sit here!"

Hild's face was stiff, and he whispered, "I'll just stand."

Ye Zhi nodded, making the same choice as Xilude.

Seeing that neither of them sat down, Gray jumped up from the coffin again. Suddenly, her face changed drastically. She grabbed Ye Zhi's hand and said in horror: "Ye Zhi, I just saw the coffin lid move!"

"Little girl, don't panic. It was just the owner of the coffin who spoke."

Abaddon said, "He said he doesn't mind if you sit for a while longer, just take a break."

Gray: “No way!”

Yeats was thoughtful, remembering that one of the powers held by Abaddon was "cemetery".

Looking around, Yeats speculated that Abaddon was the owner of this large tomb, but he didn't know what kind of people were buried in this tomb...

"I can see that you have received many blessings from the gods." Abaddon looked directly at Ye Zhi, and a flash of coldness flashed across his voice: "In the past, I would have let you rest here forever..."

He quickly changed his tone to a joking one: "But now, I realize that angels and demons are all the same... Only death is equal. No life can escape the fate of death, even God."

Ye Zhi was stunned. He didn't expect that such outrageous words would come from the mouth of a former angel.

Abaddon obviously understood why Yeats was shocked, and narrated calmly:

"I said before that I was once an angel... Later, I took over the mission of guarding the bottomless pit and came here."

"The bottomless pit is too close to hell. For angels, every day spent here is extremely painful." Abaddon said with a wry smile, "But I am very happy because I feel that I am persisting in a great cause. I am guarding the gate of hell for heaven..."

"but."

Abaddon's voice trembled, and he stretched out his dry hand and touched his face.

"What I didn't expect was that I would not only be forgotten by people, but also be treated as a demon by the heavens..."

Abaddon said sadly, "In their eyes, I am nothing more than a guard dog. Because I have been close to the abyss for too long, I have become the abyss myself. I have lost the qualification to return to the heavens, and can only stay in this pit where there is no sky or earth forever..."

Ye Zhi was silent, and concluded in his heart.

Because of the influence of hell, Abaddon, the angel guarding the gate of hell, turned into a half-human, half-ghost. But the heavens forgot his contribution and treated him as a demon.

Right now, Heaven no longer needs Abaddon to guard the gate, and Hell is eager to cut him into pieces.

He was a lost man who was despised by both sides. He had nowhere to go and could only guard this cemetery.

"You may be curious about who are the people sleeping in this cemetery..." Abaddon's smile was very forced. "Let me tell you... These are all saints canonized by the Holy See..."

"Saints are saints because of their outstanding character and strong souls. Their corpses are perfect for suppressing hell."

Abaddon's fingers brushed lightly over a black coffin, his voice carrying a hint of sympathy.

"They dream of going to heaven, but after they die, they are used to fill the ditch... I don't know if it is worth it for them to do this, but some of them may not regret it even if they know the consequences..."

"Why don't you regret it?" Gray couldn't help but ask, "It's obviously the fault of those who treat you as tools and are superior to you. Why don't you resist and bear everything on your own?"

"Because... guarding Hell is indeed necessary."

Abaddon's voice gradually regained its composure, his tone heavy with everything he had been through.

"I have been desperate, regretful, and cursed. I once vowed to make those angels pay the price. However, I have already asked my heart..."

"My heart, it tells me—"

"I can't just watch the gates of hell open and let lives be destroyed, so I have to stay here."

Abaddon said coldly: "Even if you want me to become a demon, I will do it."

Quiet.

It was eerily quiet in the tomb.

Ye Zhi and the other two were speechless for a moment. They were unable to comment on Abaddon's stubborn values.

How can we easily interfere with other people’s ideas?

Ye Zhi was about to say something but stopped himself. Sensing the murderous intent gradually rising from Abaddon, he quietly placed his fingers on the hilt of the sword.

"You have the aura of the devil." Abaddon said.

"Yes." Yeats admitted it.

"The purpose of your coming here is to open the gate of hell and use hell to balance the heaven." Abaddon continued.

"Yes." Yeats admitted again.

Abaddon said: "Then we are enemies."

Yeats said: "We can be friends."

Abaddon smiled and said, "We are already friends. I am very grateful that you are willing to listen to my long and tedious story."

Ye Zhi said: "But you will still be my enemy."

"Yes," Abaddon said, "because I cannot abandon my mission."

"Even if your mission is despised and trampled upon, you are unwilling to give up?" Ye Zhi said.

"This is my mission. What does it have to do with others?" Abaddon said.

After listening to the conversation between the two, Zuanya held his forehead, sighed softly, and said abstractly:
"Hakiton...you bastard..."

Ye Zhi said, "Is it funny? I only saw a faceless zombie... I forgot what happened next. Anyway, can you wait a little longer if you want to take action?"

"Why?" Abaddon asked curiously.

"I will kill the Plague Knight who broke into the pit first, and then I will fight you." Ye Zhi said, "The plague will cause great suffering to all living beings. You should admit this."

"Yes."

"The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse correspond to plague, famine, war, and death. These are the root causes of the world's destruction."

Abaddon thought for a moment and nodded in approval again.

"So, after I open the gates of hell, we are enemies, but when I fight the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, we are friends. Is there a problem?" Yeats asked.

"No problem." Abaddon smiled, "I can help you find Plague Knight's trail, and then work with you to fight him!"

Yeats suddenly felt a little respect for Kia Patton.

He has no stance of his own, only the justice in his heart.

"Then I won't rush to open the gate of hell." Ye Zhi paused for a moment and said, "Friend, I need you to do me another favor."

Abaddon's murderous intent gradually subsided, and he said politely:
"Please go ahead. Since you are willing to listen to my story, I am willing to help."

"There is a saint named Joan of Arc. Is her body also used by the Church to suppress hell like other saints?"

"Joan of Arc... Joan of Arc..."

Abaddon kept repeating the name, and suddenly raised his head as if he had thought of something.

He turned and walked towards a coffin, which was the black coffin that Gray had just sat on subconsciously.

Abaddon stopped in front of the black coffin and examined it carefully for a long time. As if he had seen it clearly, he placed his two dry hands on the edge of the coffin.

Yeats held his breath and called out Kelya.

Gray and Hildreth were equally curious and eagerly awaited the event.

Kailya stood by, her mind full of thoughts. She felt the call in her head becoming stronger and stronger, but she resisted the urge to move forward.

Abaddon exerted force on his palm several times, coughed dryly, and said:
"Who...can you help me..."

Yeats winked at Kelya.

Kailya nodded, and the helmet on her head fell to the ground with a thud, but she did not pick it up.

Instead, he walked to the coffin, opened a crack in the coffin lid, and then opened it completely.

A warm white light surged up, and a holy and surging divinity suddenly filled the tomb.

Yeats' eyes widened.

Wow, golden legend!

In the black coffin, there was only a head, with eyes closed, smooth golden hair, beautiful face, resolute and holy.

Kailya was distraught, muttering blankly:

"It's you... Jeanne..."

"No, she is dead." Abaddon said kindly, "But you can follow her path and become yourself."

The headless knight gently stretched out his hands and picked up the head in the coffin.

The head suddenly opened its eyes, bright and charming, and looked silently at the headless knight. Its eyes seemed to say that it had tacitly agreed to all this.

Kailya placed the head on her neck.

All of a sudden.

A flood of memories flooded her mind.

Past life and present life, saint and the dead, holy light and death... everything has changed a lot, but there are still many things that remain unchanged.

Ye Zhi felt the aura surging from Kaiya and his eyes were filled with shock.

No, it's about to be promoted to the Holy Realm? !
Is Jeanne d'Arc's CPU performance so efficient?
Kailya's aura continued to rise, and finally stopped at the bottleneck of the sanctuary, but the strange divinity of the holy light and the aura of death blending together on her body gave her an extremely special temperament.

It was the first time that Yeats saw Kylia in her prime - blonde hair, blue eyes, plate armor, a scabbard at her waist, and a majestic appearance.

Joan of Arc... no, the awakened Kelya turned her head and stared at Ye Zhi.

Then, Kailya knelt on one knee and bowed her head and said:

"My Lord, thank you for your mercy and tolerance... I and my sword will offer my allegiance to you."

Ye Zhi nodded slowly, a smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

The main storyline of Kaelya "finding her head" was successfully completed.

Next, just need to proceed step by step, Kylia will be able to successfully advance to the Holy Realm, and continue to improve by relying on the power of her past life.

Next, it’s Snow Owl’s turn to be strengthened... My Snow Owl has the potential to become a magic saint, and it’s time to fulfill the prophecy!

before that.

Ye Zhi's eyes turned cold, and he asked the relieved Abaddon beside him:

"Take me to find the guy who just escaped into the pit."

"Of course," Abaddon said, "but the next time we meet, we will be enemies."

Abaddon was silent for a moment, then smiled with relief:

"Of course, death may also be a relief for me..."

Deep in the pit.

The Plague Knight held the reins of the white horse and stood in front of a gate made of sulfur flames.

"Here... is the gate to hell."

Cesare muttered to himself: "It's just... it's not yet time to open it..."

As the vessel of the Plague Knight, Cesare knows many secrets of the Vatican, including information related to the "Supreme Will".

The Supreme Will is not of this world.

When He came, He also brought with Him a piece of the world fragment, which later evolved into the heaven.

After promoting seven apostles, the Supreme Will fell into a deep sleep.

Later, Lucifer stole the other half of the world fragment and used it to create hell. This also made the heaven incomplete and unable to devour the nine realms.

The gates of hell will open sooner or later, because only in this way can the two world fragments of heaven and hell be combined into one, allowing the Supreme Will to descend and provide the necessary support for the Supreme Will to devour the fragments of the nine realms.

The Knights of Apocalypse are followers of the Supreme Will and will eventually bring destruction to this old world.

Even if Lucifer created hell, he could not change the predetermined fate.

Cesare took a deep breath, endured the pain from his wound, and said:

"Ye Zhi will naturally have his apostles to deal with him... I have to bring the Holy Grail back to the Vatican first..."

At this time.

A sharp arrow came from the darkness.

whoosh-

Cesare shuddered and shot an arrow on instinct.

The two arrows collided in mid-air and turned into powder.

"Yezhi?" Cesare looked at the figure walking with Yezhi with a stern look in his eyes, sneering, "When did you say that Abaddon surrendered?"

Abaddon said, "I did not surrender, I just did my duty."

Cesare shouted, "You were an angel, but now you are with sinners! Help me take down this beast!"

"It would be great if you could understand earlier that I am an angel..." Abaddon said with a wry smile.

He shook his head, turned away in despair, and no longer paid attention to the fight between Yeats and Cesare.

Cesare's face looked grim under his helmet, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Humans are so insignificant in the struggle between the Old Gods and the Outer Gods... and the Old Gods will sooner or later become sacrifices to the Supreme Will... Yeats, do you really have to persist in your delusion?"

"Even if the Trisolarans come, I still have to talk to them. You should let the Supreme Will come out first!" Ye Zhi said in a tough tone.

Cesare's face turned pale and blue: "I don't know what you mean!"

He originally wanted to find the Holy Grail first and use it to turn the tide of the war, but his guide Abaddon disrupted his plan.

With three more sanctuaries staring at him covetously, Cesare knew that victory was hopeless and so he pulled out his ultimate trump card.

"Do you really have to self-destruct?" Ye Zhi sensed the strange aura on Cesare and tried to persuade him to surrender. "I will kill the Plague Knight with you and let you regain your freedom. Isn't that wonderful?"

"Freedom?" Cesare's lips curled up bitterly. "As the son of the Pope, how can I have true freedom?"

Bang!
Cesare's human soul was turned into dust.

At the same time, an ancient and terrifying aura was revealed on his body.

Compared to before, the appearance of the Plague Knight standing in front of Ye Zhi has not changed, but the sense of oppression has undergone a qualitative change!
The Plague Knight stared at Yeats coldly. Pale green venom flowed out from under his horse's hooves, quickly gathering into a poisonous swamp and spreading in all directions.

Ye Zhi, Gray, and Hilde all launched a field of resistance, but it collapsed in less than a moment and was enveloped by the Plague Knight's field!

In the plague land, bleak poisonous clouds were floating, and the Plague Knight standing high under the sky was shrouded in yellow-green mist.

"Ye Zhi, it's too difficult for the Plague Knight to fight by himself. Do you have any simpler method?" Zuanya asked nervously.

"Yes, there are ten more methods like this."

Yeats invoked the dimensional power of the Ring of the Nibelung and summoned the soul of a legendary monster from the realm.

"It's decided to be you, the demon wolf Fenrir!"

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(End of this chapter)