Dark Abbey

Chapter 7

"I can't say it! You can't believe it either. I'm just here to say goodbye to you. I'm leaving. I'm going to a place where the church won't be able to reach. Goodbye, farewell, good-bye." With these words, Jie stepped forcefully on Fan En's last sword tip and used such an incredible method to leap up into the sky. A giant roc that had been waiting somewhere for a long time opened its wings and flew, causing Jie to drag the ropes tied to his ankles and disappear into the depths of the sky.

"Damn it! You damn hero! If you are wronged, why don't you stand out and make it clear? Why do you have to use this trick that will make you disappear forever? You just wait! I will dig you out and make it clear!" Looking at the figure of his good friend who was gradually disappearing, Fan En stubbornly said the heroic words that he must catch Jie back.

Then, precisely a few months after being unable to wait for Luthor to be born, under the detection of many, Fain finally knew that Jie was hiding in the church's restricted area, that dark black monastery on the dark hill that was known as the dark hell.

Just as Fanne was hoping to quickly resolve this matter as soon as possible, he endured the pain and left the dying Leina. He embarked on the journey to catch his good friend, 'Jesus'. Only, it was hard for him to imagine that he had actually been gone for twenty-plus years after parting for so long. Even the child he hadn't met had grown so big.

"Mr. Fanseer! Then did you manage to win Jie Bebe's heart?" Cayne was very curious. How had the enmity between them and their friends been resolved? If one day, Ya'an became a traitor to the Church, although this wasn't something very likely, what would he be capable of doing if it were him? Would he be like Mr. Fanseer?

"Finally, when I arrived here, Smarty told me that he had joined the Dark cloister a long time ago. At that time, when I heard what he said at the gate of the cloister, I simply thought that he had fallen into depravity." Fan'en's memory was not over yet, and the journey of the story started again...

Fan En was standing at the gate of the dark monastery, watching the best friend of his life, Jie Bebes, actually became a betrayer of the church.

That monk's robe, which had a dark black imprint on it, really caused Fan En to feel a great anger in his heart. The fury that was created from being betrayed and deceived was unleashed in an uncontrollable manner just like that.

"Damn it! Jie! Didn't you say you didn't betray the church? Then how are you going to explain your current clothing?" Fan En shouted as if he was roaring.

Jie, who was questioned, remained expressionless and did not express any opinion.

"Wasn't it that last time I didn't teach you a lesson? That's why you made such a mistake again and again?" Fanlon was truly angry. He didn't expect that Roger would still stare off into the distance, not saying a single word.

"Let me tell you! I... am really angry!" Fan Lao was unable to suppress his anger. His eyes widened as though they were about to spit out fire. Jie merely glanced at him indifferently and did not take it seriously.

A sword glow suddenly flashed. Last time, the sword that did not have any killing intent was once again pulled out by Fan En.

"You really want to fight? Alright, I will accompany an old friend of yours." Out of Fan En's expectations, Jie had actually also taken out the two daggers which he had seldom used at his waist. One red and one blue dagger was quite eye-catching.

"You...!" Fan En was so angry with his old friend that he was about to lose his mind.

In the air, Fan En was the first one to attack, while Fan De'er was the first one to stab him in the heart. However, Jie wouldn't be killed for nothing. He turned sideways, changed his body, and attacked Fan En's vital part in the waist with his two daggers.

"Hmph!" Fan En used his strength, lowered his body, and turned around with the help of the force. The longsword met the two daggers head on.

At the same time, Jenne revealed a strange smile towards Fanane.

"Have you forgotten what sort of daggers these two are?" Before Jenne finished speaking, Fain had already thought of the origins of these two daggers. These two daggers were magical artifacts which each possessed the soul of a monster.

The red one was a magic dagger that inhabited the soul of an ancient monster known as the 'Serromang Snake'. The blue one was a treasure forged together with the blood snake of the water-element monster, 'Baison'. Once, Fan En had personally witnessed that in close combat with his opponent, he had summoned these two magic snakes to attack his opponent. Of course, that extremely unfortunate person ended up with being cruelly tortured to death by fire and drowning at the same time.

It was also because this move was too cruel that Jie always tried his best not to use these two daggers. However, if the opponent was someone as strong as Fan En, plus he could be considered to be the one who understood him the most. Hence, the chances of him to survive without using this move was really too slim.

Fan An, of course, knew this as well. He would not be an i***t who would die so easily. Just as he knew Jie, he had already started to sing the holy language while he was still talking.

"You're overestimating me!" Jie was actually on fire, too. After a loud roar, he actually raised his double blades and they slid along the edge of the edge of the long blades, stabbing towards Fan En's heart.

"Fall of the Holy Spirit!" At the same time, Fan En raised his pair of daggers to parry the deadly attack. He then used his unique skill. The power of the sacred text shot directly towards the sky from the tip of the sword, and even the haze in the sky seemed to be cut by Fan En's sword. The sunlight that rarely appeared on the dark hill broke through the black cloud's restraint and shone brightly on the hill. It was like a bright curtain opening up in the dark sky of the dark hill.

This was the prelude to the Sacred Spirit's Anger.

Just as Roger was about to seize the initiative to summon the two snakes to attack, Fan En's sword began to glow with a white-golden light. The metal that originally belonged to the sword seemed to have been melted by this light and gradually faded into the light.

"Benson!" Jie had never thought that he would summon the name of "Benson" as quickly as he could. A blue-colored magic stream of water had erupted from the short dagger like an unstoppable flood.

Fan En knew that when the water came down, it would turn into a ferocious water snake and devour all the prey in front of it.

"Ah!" Just as Fan En knew that there was no way to retreat and subconsciously closed his eyes tightly, he heard a strange wail. "There are only the two of them here. Where are the others?"

Fan En suddenly opened his eyes, only to see the water snake biting a foreign black clothed man tightly. The Jie's blue dagger was stabbing into the chest of that person. Before Fan En had the time to ask what was going on, another figure suddenly appeared. The figure raised his sword and was about to stab Jie, who was already unable to withstand the sneak attack.

"Jois!" Seeing his good friend suddenly fall into danger, Fan En, who attached great importance to his friend, immediately thought of rescuing his friend with his sword, regardless of whether he was a traitor of the church or not.

Fan En had just finished preparing the "Fury of the Holy Spirit" and was about to kill Fan En with his sword, so it didn't matter whether his opponent had a chance to survive or not.

"Go and die!" The figure of the assassin was still in midair when a sword suddenly pierced into his heart from Fan En's armpit. The long sword pierced his heart and he died on the spot.

"Hey!" The man had just died, and a few more people rushed into the battle from not far away. As soon as Jie just took back the Blue Dagger, he was immediately surrounded by Fan En again.

"What's going on? You... how did you get chased? These people are..." While paying attention to the enemies' movements, Fan An distracted himself to ask about the ins and outs of the matter.

"Then don't bother about them! You're just trying to get involved in this mess! These people are the Pope's assassination troop!" Jiecai revealed their identities. Those people rushed over without any hesitation after seeing their identity being exposed. They didn't seem to have any intention of keeping the other party alive.

"Assassination?" Fanseer suddenly understood. So this was what the Holy Emperor meant when he said there would be someone else dealing with the case? Would that person, who loved the people as much as his children, have his own assassination squad? Were these people considered comrades of the church? Then...didn't he just kill one of his own?

"Stop! You are also one of us, aren't you?" Fan En blocked the blades and spears that were attacking him while trying to speak nicely with these assassination troops. Originally, he had believed that those people would not be so ruthless if they were really his people. However, those people had simply ignored them and continued their actions of asking for their lives. In the end, they had no choice but to give up their naive thoughts. Fan En, who was unwilling to part with the killer, had also been mercilessly hacked and killed by them a couple of times because of his carelessness.

"Fain! They won't listen to you anymore. They swore their loyalty to the Pope." The assassin had long since been scattered by the other assassin, trying to change the extravagant hope of reconciliation in Fan An's heart. The red and blue daggers in his hands were like vipers that pierced through his heart. It was unknown just how many assassins had tried to kill him.

Except for Fan En, there was no more soul, except for the first person who was killed in a critical situation just now. The long sword in his hand, which still had the effect of the Anger of the Holy Spirit, could not be used at all.

"I...I really don't want to kill my own people!" Fan En let out a furious roar, and the longsword in his hand burst forth with an explosive force, forcing back the group of people who were planning to surround and attack him. Unfortunately, no one paid any attention to his helpless heart.

The second batch of soldiers surrounded him again.

At this moment, his deep, helpless, and extremely painful emotions had drowned out all of Fan En's conscience. At this moment, Jie knew how much pain Fan En's heart was in.

That feeling was probably the same as the first time he killed someone who went against his conscience.

She obviously didn't want to kill him, but she was forced to kill him. Was it really destined to kill him?

Normally, it was easy for Fan En to get angry. But, if he got angry and wanted to kill someone, things would be totally different.

Now, it didn't matter whether he was angry or not. In order to survive, he could only kill people for self-protection, but the people he wanted to kill were his own people!