Artifact

The holy sword in his hand lost all light, turning into a short sword with a red color in the middle and covered in rust.

Not

even a sword, it wasn't a weapon at all, maybe it was originally just an iron knife used to cut bread or meat.

Sevili, who was holding the holy sword, did not dare to approach Night Thirteen, but stood a few meters away, carefully observing the penetrating wound on Night Thirteen's chest.

There is no doubt that this is fatal to anyone, and there is no living creature in the world that has been destroyed and half of its heart is still alive.

Night Thirteen was no exception, his heart finally stopped beating after twitching wildly for dozens of seconds and pumping out a lot of blood.

Sevelli watched Night's heart degenerate from bright red to pale red, as if draped in a white veil, and even the last bit of vitality was gone.

Then Sevelli took a few steps forward, swinging his knife and slicing through the clavicle of Night Thirteen's right shoulder with a blow that pierced through the hole in his chest.

At this moment, half of Night Thirteen's body was left with the right abdomen still attached to the torso, and he couldn't even talk about a "human form".

Sevelli was finally able to confirm that Night Thirteen was completely dead, and his body seemed to be empty, his legs went limp, and he kicked a few steps back, almost falling.

He relaxed completely and began to gasp for air.

It is conceivable that the lifting of the seal of the Holy Sword and the fatal blow consumed a lot of Sevili's mental and physical strength, but with his tenacious faith, he has survived until now with faith and willpower.

"Finally something ...... gained".

He muttered as he scrutinized Night Thirteen's body.

Seville says this for a reason.

In fact, the purpose of the Vatican's original demon slaying crusade was not to hunt Night Thirteen, but because their intelligence system was no longer able to trace Night Thirteen's whereabouts, the Central Senate decided to follow the most likely clues.

Yes, the so-called "most likely clue" refers to the remnants of Alina's magic in the realm of Scavan Le Peak, fifty kilometers away from the battlefield of Abistad Manor.

Truth be told, they have never been so efficient since the establishment of the Vatican, perhaps due to the death of the Celestial Spirit and the pressure of the British government, the huge task of identifying all the people involved in the battlefield at that time was miraculously completed in a matter of days.

According to the intelligence, the only unsolved clue is Alina's trail that inexplicably appeared within the boundaries of Skafanle Peak.

It is impossible to explain why a Romanov direct bloodline, who is also a powerful second-level mage, appeared in the area around the battlefield at that juncture.

So instead of being an illogical and stupid pig-like "enemy" in all brain-dead novels, the Vatican quickly decides: Alina saved Night Thirteen.

Although it is unclear how and how Alina rescued Night Thirteen, the Vatican had to make an aggressive gesture even in order to deal with the British government, and quickly sent a demon-slaying crusade to sneak into the Northern Heroes.

In fact, the Vatican has already sent people to track Alina long before - or every object that cannot confirm the information in this battle has been tracked by Vatican agents, including the Heavenly Father-level wizard Merlin Morgan, who can be regarded as "his own person".

Later, Alina entered the territory of Beixiong Kingdom, and the spies no longer dared to follow.

After all, entering the territory of another country is a very serious matter, and no one wants to provoke a war first.

Even the Demon Slayer Crusaders who were now here were only ordered to inspect Alina's last area, find her, and take her back to the Vatican for questioning.

After all, even if it was to kidnap a minor magician, the Vatican would only dare to come secretly, and they didn't want to start a war with the Romanov family or even the entire Northern Magical Curia.

But it just so happened that when the Demon Slayer Crusaders arrived here, they found powerful magical fluctuations in the distant sky.

It was a seventh-level magic astral projection, the specialty of the "Plague" Robe Yuri.

What is the concept of a newly promoted refining magician? Even the Demon Slayer Crusader, who has superior combat power, did not dare to be careless, and immediately sent more than seventy percent of the large troops to find out the reason.

And the one who stayed in the local area to continue tracking Alina's traces was the Viganor three-person team!

By a series of coincidences, Sevelli lifted the seal of the Holy Sword and successfully sniped Night Thirteen in an over-the-horizon position.

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Just as Sevili had identified Night Thirteen's body, he suddenly felt the temperature around him rapidly decrease.

The eastern territory of the Northern Hung Province was originally cool, but it was not normal for it to plummet by more than ten degrees Celsius in a short period of time.

He raised his face, sensed the direction of the wind slightly, and suddenly saw a storm whirlpool on the horizon!

No, it's not a naturally occurring storm, it's a powerful and angry natural magic!

Looking at this kind of posture, the strength of the other party is at least not lower than that of a second-level magician.

Seville breathed a sigh of relief, now that Thirteen is dead, no one can save him.

What's more, there is no need to confront the Romanovs head-on - nonsense, the holy sword is all useless, and I am afraid that it will not be possible to bargain if you want to fight!

Sevelli took one last look at Night's Thirteen dark faces, and with a movement of his toes, he quickly left.

In the seconds that followed, this terrible storm enveloped the corpse of Night Thirteen.

Cold, snow-white snowflakes covered his body, quickly coagulating the blood into crystals.

At the eye of the storm, the sun's rays poured into the earth, and Alina fell to the ground in one step.

She saw the broken body in the snow.

For a moment, the girl felt that time had stopped, and that the whole world could hear nothing but the sound of her own heartbeat, which was getting louder and more intense, and more and more painful.

She wanted to go forward and see him, but her whole body suddenly became weak, and even her legs and stomach began to tremble.

Night Thirteen, really dead?

Yes, even if there was no sound, Ice could still tell Alina that Night's Thirteen was dead.

His blood condensed into beautiful red ice crystals, half of his heart exposed to the air was covered with a layer of white frost, and the last bit of breath from his body was gone.

The first and last time Alina fell in love with her life, the legendary man, died.

The furious storm gradually dissipated, and in the sea of clouds that were pierced by the blow of the Holy Sword, blue light spilled over the earth.

Alina fell to the ground weakly, crying and broken.

She cried so much that she couldn't walk, so she could only crawl all the way to Night Thirteen.

She stretched out her hand to touch Night Thirteen's face, but her trembling fingers froze in the air, and she couldn't let it go.

She wanted to pull Yasate's hand again, but when she saw his missing half of his arm and the large hole under his ribs and chest, it was like a nerve in her own hands.

Her heart twitched, the pain was heartbreaking, and she almost fainted.

Night Thirteen is so injured that he can't be saved.

Unless...... Unless someone can bring the dead back to life!

However, do such people and abilities exist in this world?

If there were, I, Alina, would not hesitate to trade this life for Night Thirteen!

Night Thirteen...... This guy ...... He has a lot to save a lot of people, and he still has a lot of things to do, even ...... The "home" he misses is far from yet here!

Night Thirteen may be a speck of dust to this world, but he's the legendary man of my Alina, what's the ...... How can you die in such a miserable and desolate way in such a place?!

Alina couldn't hold back her emotions any longer, and she craned her little neck and let out a long wail towards the sky.

The frozen soil of the snow forest, the cold wind withered, and the sorrow became a tide.