The Pope was startled and quickly frowned. With 3 points of killing intent, 7 points of joy looked at Slokman and Fenrir. ["If you hear it to me, do you want to ask me to save him? But if it's for him, hehe, it's so much fun. The Pope sneered in his heart. After all, if it was the latter, Slockman would be tantamount to hurting someone who trusted him with his own hands. 】

"Shut up! You undercover agent. Do you think I'll still believe you?" Slockman gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Because I usually trust you so much, in the end, you will still be a lackey of the Holy See after all! Do you think I didn't see that you were trying to escape?"

"Ugh. Hmm~mm~" Fenrir, whose tongue was ripped off, frowned, shook his head, and kept humming as if arguing.

Tears flowed down the corners of Fenrir's eyes.

"Huh......," Slokman snorted, then withdrew his left hand and stabbed Fenrir again at the left kidney: Poof!

"Uhhhh Fenrir screamed in pain, more blood spurting out of his mouth.

At the same time, Fenrir's expression changed back to the indifference and gloom of a meeting. And in those golden-green pupils, there was also a hint of killing intent.

Swish~

Slockman quickly withdrew his bloodied left hand and pointed at the Pope, "Your Excellency, I advise you to hurry up and remove the teleportation restriction magic. Otherwise, if it drags on any longer, his life will not be guaranteed. If I'm not mistaken, you're here to limit instant immunity as well."

"......" the Pope frowned slightly, but did not answer.

Srockman, on the other hand, continued to provoke the Pope: "Are you going to abandon your men?!"

"As a leader, do you treat the soldiers who work for you like this?!" Nervousness and uneasiness filled Slockman's face.

[Hide]

And just as Slockman was provoking the Pope, the kidnapped Fenrir was panting for breath, and with his cold and murderous eyes, he kept throwing 'meaningless' signals to the soldiers around him.

"I'll count three, two, one, and you'll be ready to do it. Do you hear that? Fenrir read to the soldiers around him, as Slockman had requested.

But the soldiers stood still indifferent. After all, they are the Pope's direct troops, and without the order of the Pope or the captain, they don't dare to do it casually.

"You're really...... Forget it, I'll do it myself! Fenrir gritted his teeth and glared at the soldiers.

Since Slockman was staring at the Pope in front of him (constantly taunting), he didn't see these small movements of Fenrir at all. (But this is also something that Slockman deliberately played for the Pope to show the Pope, so that the Pope could see Fenrir's small movements.) )

【Hidden End】

At the same time as Slockman finished saying the last word. Fenrir smacked his heel.

Immediately, the offset crystal hidden in the heel and the defense breaking crystal protruded at the same time, and touched the life circle on the ground.

An invisible spherical barrier spreads out with Fenrir's heel as the center of the ball.

Immediately, the substitution circle at Fenrir's feet, as well as several additional spells on his body, were all shattered.

"You?!" Slockman, stunned. And immediately raised his hand, preparing to build a new magic circle and carry out a second 'suppression' of Fenrir.

However, before Slockman's circle could activate, Fenrir summoned his black I magic sword through the space ring, and stabbed Slockman's heart first.

Fenrir's magic sword has a very common ability - plundering magic.

Although this ability is very ordinary, it is different if you are stabbed. Because most magicians do not inject too much magic when they cast magic, once they are stabbed by this sword, they will delay or fail to cast spells due to insufficient mana supply, or even die.

"Ahem! (vomiting blood) you!" Slokman looked at the sword on his chest, his eyes widened, and he said angrily. But before he could finish speaking, a snow-white octagonal prismatic birdcage bound him.

His magic circles, which had built more than half of them, were all shattered at this moment.

The passage of a large amount of mana, coupled with the fact that his heart was pierced by a magic sword infused with light elemental magic, and high-level light elemental imprisoning magic, caused Slockman's consciousness to quickly disappear along with his magic.

In less than 2 seconds, Slockman's eyes dimmed.

"Humph!" Fenrir chuckled at Slokman's instructions. The expression also returned to the usual indifferent mode again.

He took a step forward and knelt in the direction of the Pope. The surrounding Golden Light Holy Spears still hadn't disappeared.

The black-haired elf, dressed in blood and dressed in an adventurer's costume, knelt in a golden array of spears.

His right hand covered the left side of his pierced abdomen, his left arm hanging down, and his head resting against him.

In his cold, inaudible tone, Fenrir read to the Pope, "I'm sorry, Your Excellency, for holding you back. If only I had been aware of your plans sooner...... It won't be such a gaffe. Interfered with your plans, what a deserved death, please...... Punishment ......"

Whew~Whew~

With a gust of wind, all the golden spears around Fenrir disappeared.

At the same time, an emerald green circle lit up under Fenrir's body. And quickly repaired Fenrir's tongue and kidneys.

At this time, the Pope actually healed Fenrir himself.

Fenrir looked up at the Pope with a puzzled expression.

"Fenrir, you're doing a great job. It is very rare to do this without prior notice. Sure enough, I didn't misread anyone, you and your brother are rare talents. Get up."

When the voice is over, so is the treatment.

"Thank you for the Pope's grace not to kill." Fenrir kowtowed, then got up and bowed again.

Under this seemingly sincere gesture of gratitude, Fenrir's heart was trying his best to suppress the grief and anger in his heart: "You wait for me! ”

[All of the movements, expressions, and words that Fenrir did and said were made by Slockman to have Fenrir do them.] 】

Back to the present.

"After thanking the Pope, I will return to you with the relics of Weng." Fenrir recounted with a flat face, and looked at Ariel, who had cried the most fiercely that day 'after learning of Weng's death'.

The purple-haired dragon lady blushed a little and lowered her face.

"Heh, I didn't expect you to remember it so clearly. It's been so long." Slockman smiled and looked at Fenrir gratefully.

"Of course, after all, those are your last words." Fenrir said indifferently.

"Heh......" Slokman smiled helplessly, although this was a bit harsh, but there was one thing to say, and it could indeed be regarded as a last word.