Why?

But Louis had no time to think about this problem.

The moment the body was pierced, the pain nerves paused for a moment, and Louis struggled to pinch his sword.

Scoller hung him up and pushed him hard against the wall. Louis's blood dripped down his fingertips and landed on his face, and he licked it gently.

"You don't die so easily, believe me, child," Scoller whispered, his long-term illness sounded like an animal, but the slow and determined tone was still vaguely the same. He looked at Louis almost with a compassionate look, "You are too young, so young."

Louis finally gathered his strength and waved Scoller's arm with his sword, without any concern that he would be torn in half by his claws.

The sword slashed Mr. Scoller's shoulder and bounced away with a "ding" sound. Scoller pulled out his bone-like claws and threw Louis into the corner hard: "I know you, and I know you will resist to the end, but I have time to wait for you."

The feeling of suffocation came from the heart and mouth. Louis couldn't help but curl up, tear open his collar, grabbed the damn web covering his heart, and wanted to tear it off.

But it and his body have almost become one. With every pulling, unbearable pain comes from the adhesion of internal organs.

How painful does it hurt?

It hurt so much that he no longer knew it was hurt.

He finally believed that there were people in the world who were suffering from pain.

The salty fishy gushed out of his throat, and Louis spit out a mouthful of internal organ debris mixed with blood.

Scoller gently rubbed the hand of the man who had transformed from the bones, as if he was a little moved, and asked loudly: "Young man, why do you have to be so tragic?"

"I'm not...you." Louis's fingers pinched into his skin. No one knew where the blood flowed out was oozing out along his fingertips. He could hardly make a sound. Every word was just a sound of airflow that seemed to break at any time. However, Scoller miraculously understood what he was saying.

"But...shamed..." he said.

Scoller burst into laughter. He didn't understand why he was so happy, but vaguely, there was some indescribable sadness in his voice.

At this time, an arrow suddenly broke through the air in the darkness, and Scoller's laughter stopped abruptly and he quickly dodged away.

Then he stood still, with a blue color on his face that looked like a living person, and turned his head and looked at Aldo, who was holding a bow at the end of this corridor.

"Your Excellency." A smile suddenly appeared on his tense face, "It's you."

The familiar tone made Aldo pause almost undetectable, as if considering who the "person" in front of him was. Is it Parola or Scoller?

"Arling Brad Farah Scoller, salute you." Scoller virtually took off his hat and asked meaningfully, "Where is your little baby who likes to rush around?"

Aldo's heart was thrilled and suddenly had an ominous premonition. However, after all, he was deeply cunning and still said calmly: "Obviously, for him, there is something more important to do than to come to see you as a traitor in the underground palace."

Scoller did not bother with this topic. He just sighed softly and looked at Louis, who was curled up in the corner of the wall with an almost sympathetic look. "If you had the opportunity to reappear in the world a little two minutes earlier, I would not have passed the heavy sword, and maybe this young man would not have to die."

Aldo looked at Louis calmly and estimated the current situation.

"When you are alive, force the soul nailed to the barrier into sleep, so that he will protect the barrier forever - listen, how great." Scoller kicked Louis with his toes, "But think about it carefully, what harm will this do to you, except for immortality? Dear former Archbishop, do you want to solve a problem?"

Aldo's mouth gently touched the corners of his mouth: "Not everyone is as greedy as you are."

"Of course." Scoller gently raised his chin, "A thousand years later, this section will be added to the temple's history textbook - when Archbishop Goode was in power, humans and Clesto signed a second contract, and the priest Mr. Megelt personally led people to Jueying Mountain to retrieve the crucial crystals, repairing the loopholes in the barrier, and humans survived forever... How great! And poor, sad Mr. Scoller, he was just a premature death who had not caught up with the most glorious era. He was incontinent when he was dying, and even breathing had to rely on a ventilator to continue. Life had long lost its dignity. The only right thing this poor man did was to pass the priest to Mr. Louis Megelt."

He turned slightly and asked softly, "Is that true? Mr. Goode, my respected friend?"

Mr. Goode's footsteps could not be hidden from anyone present. He saw the people on the ground at a glance, and his pupils suddenly shrank: "Louis!"

Louis did not respond to him, maybe he was dead.

"Stop calling, I will take over the authority of the priests soon. You two may be able to compete at that time--but my old friend, I am afraid your willpower cannot beat this young man." Scoller looked at him coldly and said, "I have devoted myself to the temple and the barrier all my life, and I have worked hard to even let it ruin my health and even my family, but I have to be your subordinate--and what are you doing? The 'respected' Archbishop'?"

Mr. Goode's fat chest was fluttering violently: "Are you crazy? This child was an apprentice you personally brought in. Have you forgotten?"

Scoller suddenly took out a document from his pocket, threw it at Aldo's feet, and said with a sarcastic look: "Why, Lord Aldo, do you want to see what the investigation of your junior's private property?"

Aldo bent down and picked up the pieces of paper.

"He has more than 30 properties, countless unknown properties, and has as many as 16 overseas accounts! Mr. Goode, Charles, do you want to explain your salary level to your senior?"

Mr. Goode looked at him dumbly and said for a while: "There are some...investment income..."

"Ha!" Scoller smiled sharply, "Come on, we all know those old tricks, transfer money from unknown sources to foreign countries through unscrupulous lawyers and merchants who specialize in this kind of business on the black market, transfer money several times, and finally flow back to you through investment. No one can trace the source of funds anymore, and you will be clean!"

"I……"

"How do I know these?" Scoller looked at him gloomyly, "I know a lot. Old friend - where did the guns and those unused bullets used by the Temple Hunters come from? They were not allocated by the government, but purchased from a large arms dealer who was wanted in the country! How much benefit did you get? The Temple's tourism industry, and how big tax bills will be missed every year? Who knows? The government's special prosecutors can be killed by you without knowing it in a tavern in the alley, and the case closing reports are still being killed by homeless people!"

"Why do citizens hang the name of the temple high with a red pen when they are □? Because you, dear Mr. Goode, you bribe the wastes who are as fat as you, and ask them to give you all the funds for building public facilities, education and even medical care! And what you do is to let the waste hunters under your command chase some little Difu below level five every day! Is this money enough for you to squander, and enough for your respectable wife to cheat on your respected wife?"

Aldo frowned - he always remembered the indescribable worry about Mr. Scoller, and at this time he could hear the unsuppressed anger of this man.

He said: "But he did not betray the temple at least."

"What later? Do you dare to say what you did in front of your senior?" Scoller did not accept Aldo's words, pointed at Mr. Good and roared, "Later she died! She died in a task you arranged in person. When her body was transported back, you were lying in the arms of your villa, the murderer! The murderer!"

"Do you love her?" Aldo quickly interrupted again. Mr. Scoller froze for a moment, and Aldo immediately confirmed that this was definitely not Parola, perhaps just the remnant in the human bone box. After Parola was completely bent over by Satan's bone, there was no human emotion. Aldo sneered, "When facing a person you love, do you only dare to nag endlessly when death is about to come?"

"I'm dead?" Scoller looked back at him coldly.

"His Excellency Archbishop Aldo, have you forgotten that you have stepped down long ago and are unable to control other authority of the Underground Palace except for the barrier core?"

Scoller grabbed Louis' shoulder and lifted him up from the ground: "I'll show you who is about to die!"

With a crisp sound, a small glass bottle fell off Louis's body, which was empty. It was obviously the specification of the treatment department that contained special medicines, but it had not been labeled.

The man who was dying and motionless suddenly stretched out his hand from his chest, and the entire parasitic net was dragged out by him. His chest was peeled off by the thing, revealing his thick bones and vague internal organs. However, Louis' expression was calm and he didn't seem to feel any pain.

"It's not us," he said, throwing the parasitic net into Scoller's face, picking up his sword at some point and stabbing it hard.

Scoller forced his sword with his body: "Bat grass stem? OK... OK, I'll say that you can't suppress the willpower of this young man. Charles Goode - but child, what if you want to use this sword?"

With a "bang", the sword Louis was holding was broken.

Louis suddenly retreated, but two other swords swung towards Scoller from both directions at the same time, one thick and one thin, one extremely bright and the other extremely dark.

"So what about my hand?" Carlos's image was very embarrassing. He didn't know where the coat was gone. He was left with only a shirt that had been missing three places. He barely hung it on his body to cover his body. After he failed to hit the blow, he chased after him without even pausing. "What do you think of the heavy sword of the Flaret family? You don't know if it's Parola or Scoller's bastard!"

At the same time, Gal withdraws his sword in time to avoid colliding with Carlos's unstoppable attack.

He hugged Louis across the waist and asked him to lean against him. Aldo quickly walked over and took off Louis's clothes on his chest.

The parasitic net that was pulled out left a large hole that pierced his chest and the back.

Louis asked casually: "Your Excellency, please help me see, is your heart still beating?"

"How is it?" Gal asked hurriedly.

Aldo covered his clothes and shook his head silently.

Gal's heart sank.

Louis smiled, but this restrained man seemed to have never smiled so happily in his life.

Finally, he was let go of those crazy magic circles. Amy, who had just arrived at this time, stopped three or four meters away from them, as if he would never dare to move forward any more.

"Bat grass stems are good things - I didn't expect that for the first time in my life, I would have done such a great favor to embezzle public property with others." Louis said this, then turned to Aldo, "Your Excellency, is what Mr. Scotter said true?"

Aldo looked at his eyes for a while before nodding: "From my judgment, I'm afraid it's true."

The smile on Louis's face disappeared.

"How ridiculous, we did not die in Jueying Mountain, but died in the temple." Louis said, knowing that Mr. Goode was standing not far from him, but the man who bravely tore off the parasitic net from his heart did not have the courage to look at the other person at this time. "I don't understand... I'm afraid I'm confused until I die, I feel... very disappointed."

His body suddenly twitched, his life had already gone to exhaustion, and the effect of the bat grass stem liquid was rapidly losing. He felt his body start to feel chills, and he twitched unconsciously due to excessive blood loss... It still didn't hurt, but he was slowly getting tired.

Louis could feel that he was approaching death.

Amy suddenly rushed over like a dream, pushed Gal away, and hugged Louis tightly in her arms: "No...No Louis, you haven't answered me yet... I have a way, I must have a way! I am the best therapist, I have a way!"

"Ai..." Gal looked at him worriedly, trying to pull him, but his hand was shot hard by Amy.

Louis raised his hand, but saw blood stains on his hands, and then he shrank back embarrassedly. He looked at Emmy, as if he wanted to say something, but finally he didn't say anything. He just smiled, closed his eyes, and leaned against Emmy's arms so tired that he leaned against Emmy's arms.

But Emmy suddenly took out a small bottle from her arms, put something in her mouth, and then fiercely opened Louis' chin and fed him.

The powder was quickly washed away by the blood foam that Louis choked. Emmy fed it again and again and again, kissing the man in her arms in despair.

"Swallow it! Swallow it please... Please!"

Gal turned his head and what if he swallowed it? When the function of the bat grass stems faded, without a heart, people cannot survive like this.

The sound of sharp weapons passing through the human body sounded, and Carlosley landed on the ground and slashed Scoller in half. Just as Scoller's body was divided into two halves, there was a sudden sound of bells, echoing throughout the underground palace.

"Adorat's...death bell," murmured Mr. Goode.

The sharp laughter of men and women was heard, responding to the bells, coming from all directions.

Countless staggering footsteps sounded, and the fallen corpses stood upright, like dolls holding strings, and their bloody bodies gradually became what they were.

When the living people faced their former friends, colleagues and lovers, their first reaction was to retreat at the same time.

These dead people gradually condensed together, forming a huge body with countless faces on their bodies. All the lives that were walking through were about to wither. From the palace on the ground, they stepped into the underground palace. The defensive magic circle outside was fully opened and still could not stop its pace.

An evil spirit man is exactly the same as that appeared in the battle a thousand years ago.

It raised its "hand" high, spreading its huge palm as if worshipping. Carlos suddenly felt the pulling force, and the human bone box that was placed in his pocket flew out of him in an instant. He immediately found that it was too late to remedy. Without hesitation, he swept it out with the heavy sword stained with blood and full of hostility. The human bone box was folded in half.

However, it still reached the hands of the evil spirit man straight.

Scoller's broken body slowly dissipated, and finally turned into a ray of light, returning to the human bone box, and turning into a small piece of bone.

Everyone was stunned to watch the incident.
To be continued...