Chris's Faith of Fire

Of course, it wasn't just the thieves who learned this information.

Fami looked to the other side, and so did the knights. Although the five groups of men patrolled according to their usual routes, after the cycle ended... they dispersed and surrounded them from alleys on all sides of the old church.

Everything was exactly as Chijiu said, terrifyingly precise.

Among the thieves was a bald man who looked experienced and strong. According to Akagito's information, he was Wasp.

The king of thieves.

However, the lonely king only brought six people with him now. They walked into the church, turned over the rubble, and kicked away the walls that were about to break.

His movements were so impatient, he must be trying to get out of here as soon as possible.

I don’t want to stay any longer.

But as time passed, and with the twin moons blowing in the breeze, their hands and feet became more panicked.

It's almost time.

As the sound of armor rang in the dark night air, everyone put down their work.

"Damn, what happened!"

"Is it fake news?"

"That bitch..."

They were completely panicked, and the knights burst in, armed with two-handed swords and halberds.

The thieves who only had swords and daggers were obviously at a disadvantage in this situation.

They looked at each other, but they had to fight.

The guy who covered his face with a mask moved his body flexibly, stepped on the wall of the church, and jumped behind the knights without anyone reacting. When he lost his body, he stretched out his right hand to hold a handful of The dagger was inserted into the neck where the armor was connected.

The knight groaned, and then there was a crisp sound of metal hitting the ground.

But just as he cut down the first man, another knight waved his halberd. The masked man reacted quickly and drew out his sword to block almost at the same time.But holding the sword with one hand seemed completely unable to withstand the power of the halberd. The man's sword was knocked off, and then he was cut down to the ground by a slash from behind.

The blood flowed out, staining the floor of the church red, and gradually filling the entire marble tile along the grooves of the pattern on the floor.

There are six thieves left.

The number of knights is in double digits.

"Brother Wasp, please leave quickly. It should be no problem to knock down the wall from the rear. Even if there are minions outflanking us, they are no match for you."

The man who spoke in a low voice seemed to think that no one would hear his voice.

And at night, Fami's perception is like a bat, picking up all this information.

The bald King of Thieves nodded slightly and took a step back. Then the other thieves rushed forward one after another, and the sound of the exchange of weapons resounded in the young man's ears.

There was no need to look any further, it was time for me to take action.

He walked along the roof, being extremely careful every time he moved, because for some reason that day he made rubble fall.

Fami stood at the back of the church, waiting for the wasp to appear.

Can this save Chrissy?

At this time, the boy's cheeks were wet...

It turned out to be raining.

It seems that we have entered the rainy season, and the weather is often not sunny.

Gradually, more raindrops fell, and the clothes on my body became wet.

He waited for a while and saw the man appearing from the front. The man was even more surprised when he saw an unknown young man standing in front of him.

Because Fami was impartial and stood right in the center of his route, it was too late to avoid him.

Fami looked behind the man. It seemed that the knights had not caught up. Speaking of which, he didn't hear the sound of him knocking down the wall just now. What method was used to get out?

Maybe this guy is indeed an excellent stalker.

"You are the wolf swordsman...although you are not wearing the white clothes, but from what the brothers said, you are a young man with black hair."

Wasp was the first to speak. He pulled out two daggers and held them in front of him... Even looking at them this way, they felt quite oppressive.

"..." Fami just looked at him silently, neither confirming nor denying.

"I suggest you get out of here. It's a pity to lose your life at such a young age. My brothers have guessed this situation just now. If there are any minions in the way, just cut them down and leave. You may be a little inflated because of your reputation. Maybe...run away now."

The duel between warriors should not involve too many words.

As a thief, Wasp shouldn't say too much.

Fami's actual combat experience is not rich, but he also understands the reason why he did this.

——The man in front of him was scared, because he knew he would lose to the man in front of him, so he wanted to end the battle in this way.

He himself knew that the chances were slim, but as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would give it a go.

His expression looked completely devoid of fear...

Fami admires such opponents.

He raised the black pearl and slowly pulled the purple blade out of its sheath.

The thin blade reflected the moonlight and dimmed the surrounding air.

He had no unnecessary actions or words.

He just rushed forward and waved the blade in his hand.

Leave a fatal wound on the opponent's chest.

The blade was inserted into the beating heart, and the excitement of life disappeared as it was pulled out neatly.

In the end, Fami didn't know whether he should kill the thief in front of him, but just watched his burly body gradually collapse.

And the rain kept falling at night...

Chapter 102 102. Another Demon King

A long time had passed since Crow had passed through the gate of the abyss. Was it weeks or months?

He couldn't figure it out.

I thought that the pits in Darvasa in the Empire were just deep underground, and you could reach the demon world by walking through them.

However, what Crow saw with his own eyes was not like this. The pit was bottomless and he spread his wings. Even with the eyes of a demon, there was only darkness.But the surroundings seemed to be getting wider and wider, and the rock wall that at first felt like it was about to hit me slowly opened up during the dive, as if I had entered a new world.

Finally, he saw the bottom. The depths of the pit were covered with fluorescent moss, illuminating the surroundings.

Crow folded his wings, and he saw a deep well not far away. There was no water in the well, but it was emitting a faint green light...

"Is this the deepest level humans have reached..."

Looking around, there were all kinds of weird skeletons, some of which could be identified as human beings, while others could not.

The adventurer Carsley once mentioned in one of his countless books that the Darvasa pits exude an evil atmosphere, and the strong smell of mana fills the space making it difficult to breathe well, even for goblins. It is also difficult for us to pass through the gate of the demon world through here.The only ones who can pass through it are the blessed brave men and the gods.

Crowe took a step forward, and he could see densely carved runes all around the deep well. Even though he didn't know how many years had passed, they were still so clear.

"The rocks in the demon world will not weather no matter how long it takes..."

The young demon murmured softly. He raised his head again and glanced at the place where he landed, then turned his head again.

It is no longer possible to go back.

The young man jumped down into the deep well...

Mana struck one after another on the way, but to him who had become a member of the Abyss clan, it was just like a warm current.

The devil enjoyed the rich nourishment of mana and was suddenly captured by gravity in the next moment.

Everything in front of me is only darkness...

There are also pale lightning flashes from time to time.

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Thinking back on how he came here, Crowe shook his head.

Now all experiences and books can no longer guide him accurately, and only he has become one of the forerunners in this dark world.

Stepping on the gray ground, Crowe felt the rustling touch on the soles of his feet.

The soil here is like frozen soil but completely different, as if it has completely lost its vitality.

"Asgard..."

These few syllables were uttered in devilish language.

The ancient braves once left behind a legend that there was a place called Asgard in the deepest part of the demon world.

It is the deepest and coldest place. The demons of the Abyss clan freeze their strong bodies in ice here, drawing the last vitality of this demon world from the endless cold. They rely on longevity to seal themselves here for a long time. The longer they go, the stronger they will become.

The first-generation Demon King, Drukul, was also one of the most powerful.

The brave man stopped before the abyss where the most powerful demon was sleeping. He had a premonition that the deeper he went, the weaker he would become.

The demons of the abyss are such terrifying things...

According to the rules of the demon world, becoming an abyss demon is almost considered one of the conditions for becoming a demon king.

And it is said that the only one who could overcome this obstacle and become the Demon King was a certain girl.

Putting aside the unbelievable legends, the demon youth walked alone on this land called Asgard.

Leaping over the cliff ahead, looking at the ruins and the endless abyss, Crowe felt that he was getting closer to his destination.

Looking at the deep canyon in the distance, he felt this way.

At this time, two black figures appeared in the sky. They should be silent, but in Crow's eyes, their actions were not cautious at all.

The black shadow cast a purple light, and the fast-moving magic left traces on the ground in front of Crow.

"Who is this person? Although he has the body of our kind, he has no mark."

One of the black figures spoke, speaking fluently in devilish language.

Crowe was able to clearly understand their words when he transformed into this body.

But he remained silent, choosing to take a closer look at the two demons.

They have pale skin and look no different from humans, but their muscles are so gnarled that even a layman can feel the full pressure.

The more representative ones are of course the double horns on the head and the huge black wings.

Just like myself now, the difference is that there is a rune-like word on their faces.

"The so-called mark, do you mean this?"

Crowe spoke, pointing to his clean cheeks, where the glasses he was used to wearing were no longer there.

"That's right, who are you, Muyin?"

"Just a traveler."

After hearing the young man's answer, the two looked at each other and smiled.

"Haha, hey, brother, someone actually dares to use the habitat of the gods of darkness as a tourist attraction."

"Then, let's let his head become the symbol on this landscape!"

As soon as the words fell, the two men immediately took to the sky to occupy the highest place. They were like two angels attacking from the east and west and would ruthlessly judge the young man.

They suspended their bodies in mid-air, and the dark magic in their hands gradually condensed.

At that moment, the lightning in the sky also distorted its direction. Even Behemoth, known as the biggest monster, would be killed immediately if it was hit by this attack.

Very amazing power.

Crowe felt this from the bottom of his heart.

But there was always a question in his mind.

But seeing the magic in their hands becoming more and more conspicuous, he felt that it was no longer time to continue daydreaming.

A moment later, one of them waved his finger, and dark magic flew in with the sound of howling wind, coming out of his hand until it hit within the blink of an eye.

The huge power stirs up enough dust.