『Chapter error, click here to report』

Angels received a cold glance from Fafner.

At the same time, there was also a gust of unwarranted wind, which blew his cheeks with a faint pain.

Ingres sighed secretly in his heart, he didn't say that he couldn't follow, and even he hoped that Fafnir could go with him, after all, Fafnir's combat power was obvious. Fafnir's strength is shocked, and he generally doesn't dare to come up and provoke.

But Fafnir didn't seem to have any intention of going along, just following him from afar. Even when Angel was in danger, she only watched from a distance.

Ingres didn't understand what Fafnir meant.

Do you want to see how ants survive in the abyss, or do you want to write a diary of human observations?

No matter how much you slander in your heart, you can't get an answer. Angel could only shake her head and keep walking, just follow him, anyway, she wouldn't kill him now, right?

As Ingres flew towards the cross-level door, Fafnir hesitated for a moment, but followed.

Fafnir followed Ingres only to wonder why Odeklas had given such a task to a human apprentice, and even gave him the Flame Mark.

Moreover, Fafnir also knew very well that she wanted to see Odecras, and the other party would definitely not want to see her. But if Ingres can complete Odeklas's mission and gain his friendship, will he be able to let Odecras meet her?

Because of this expectation, Fafnir decided to follow Ingres to have a look.

Besides, she doesn't have any other pressing issues at the moment.

In the midst of the cloudy canyon, Ingres stood in front of a gate about twenty meters high.

The dark gate, which appears from time to time in the clouds and mist, comes with a mysterious and magnificent momentum.

This was the second time he had come to the cross-level door. Looking at the carvings of various strange monsters on the façade, Angel still felt shocked. Especially when he caught a glimpse of the carving of the Abyssal Dragon, Ingres secretly glanced back at Fafna, although the color was different, but the appearance was extremely similar to Fafner's real body.

Fafnir didn't feel anything, and at most she focused her gaze on the black mist-shrouded eyes at the top of the gate.

Through this eye, she seemed to be able to see a demon god, in the ancient time and space, raising a huge head and quietly looking at her.

"It's an old immortal guy again. Fafnir cursed in his heart.

Angel prepares to cross this level of gate, however, he discovers that he is overestimating himself...... He couldn't open the door.

The Cross Door has a setting, and in order to push this door open, you must at least have the strength to enter the back of this door. And behind this door is connected to the third layer of the abyss, with Angel's strength to go to the third layer of the abyss, it is basically looking for death, so naturally the door cannot be opened.

After a few minutes of standing awkwardly in front of the closed door, Ingres walked towards Fafnir in a gray manner.

Fafnir sneered, in fact, there is another way to the third layer of the abyss, there is no gate for strength testing, when she took Angel to the Ice Valley, it was the same way.

But I didn't expect that Angel went to the third floor this time and actually walked through this cross-layer door.

That's what he deserves.

"Dear Lord Fafnir, I wonder if I can do a small favor to the lowly humans?" Angles smirked as he walked to Fafnir's side.

Fafnir just looked at Ingres fixedly, with a strong mockery in his eyes.

They were speechless for a while.

Just when Ingres thought that Fafnir would not help, he would have to take another route. Fafnia suddenly stepped forward, stretched out his hand in front of the door, and gave it a gentle push.

The locked door was pushed open in an instant.

"Human, put away your disgusting expression, I'm not doing you a favor, because I'm going to the third floor too. Fafnir turned his head to look at Ingres, who was full of gratitude, and snorted coldly.

Fafnir's poisonous tongue is not a matter of a day or two, and her sense of superiority has never fallen into the clouds since she met Fafnir. So Angel didn't care about the disgust in her tone, she still scolded her, and I thanked me.

After thanking him, Angel hurriedly slipped through the smoke before the door was closed.

Behind the door is a vast snowfield on the third floor of the abyss.

Ingres still remembers the route taken by Snefer last time, flying in the direction of the Winter Palace in Nilting. Not unsurprisingly, Fafnir followed.

When he passed by the Winter Palace in Nilting, he did not enter it, but chose a direction and continued to fly forward.

He was going to the Lonely Coast.

Odeklas gave him the task of obtaining the Flame Stone. And, show him the way to the castlevania city of La Sudran to find some half-blood demon.

Although it seems that there is only one path for him at the moment, it does not mean that he has to follow this path.

He was going to find Balalaika in his resting place.

He remembered that Balalaika was a trader, and maybe she would get something out of it.

Fafnir, who followed Angels, was still thinking about which route Ingres would choose to take to Castlevania at first, but as Ingres' progress on the road, her brows slowly furrowed.

The route chosen made Fafnir feel puzzled, and further on, it was the direction of the Silent Dead Sea.

What is he doing at the Dead Sea? Is he going to ask the Doom Walker to help his bird out of calamity?

Fafnir was confused, and it wasn't until Ingres stopped in front of a stone monument that her doubts slowly cleared.

There is an inscription on the stele: Immortal Brigade, resting place.

When Angel saw this stone tablet, his heart became a little apprehensive. Although he knew that Balalaika was a businessman, he also knew that Balalaika was disgusted with humans.

He didn't know if he would be able to leave safely when he entered the resting place.

Moreover, without the return of the soul sand, he didn't know if Balalaika was willing to make a deal with him.

He could only give it a try.

Angel took a deep breath and stepped over the stone tablet with his feet raised.

In an instant, day and night changed. The dreary white day outside seemed to have been blown away by the wind, turning into a dark and silent night.

Reunited with the night again, the change in Ingres's heart was diametrically opposed to the last time.

Saunders once said that the sea here is not the sea of today, and the night here is not the night of today. They were all frozen in time, frozen in the last night before the fall of the gods.

Look up at the sky, there are no stars and no clouds.

It's just an ordinary night, but because it's the longest night in the Old World, it has a sense of history.

There was a sound of footsteps beside him, it was Fafner.

"I didn't expect you to come to this profiteer. Fafnir's cold snort sounded in Angels' ears: "I advise you to leave, what she wants is not something you can afford." ”

Angels: "I just wanted to try. ”

Now that he had entered the resting place, Ingres naturally had no intention of retreating. Whether it works out or not, he's going to try it too.

Ingres walked to the cemetery not far away, which was still very quiet, with occasional phosphorus fires.

Don't look at the empty patch, but Ingres knows that beneath this land, there are many bones of the undead brigade sleeping.

He walked very lightly, as if trying not to disturb the sleeping skeleton by this method.

As he turned a quiet path, Ingres saw the little bar that opened in the depths of the cemetery. The lonely lights, the occasional wind-blown cloth, and the looming woman's softness in the bar.

It's almost the same as the original scene, except this time, there are two more figures at the door of the bar.

As Ingres approached, he noticed two figures at the door, one of which was the Grave Knight, and the other was a man wearing a bowtie and a close-fitting gown.

To say that it is "human" is nothing more than Ingres' first impression. When he saw the monstrous horns on the man's forehead, he knew he had guessed wrong, he wasn't human, but a half-blood demon.

However, it was hard for Ingres to believe that it was a half-blood demon's outfit.

Instead, he is like a steward who manages an entire aristocratic estate.

"Stien, the shopkeeper doesn't want to see you, please come back. The grave knight's muffled voice came from inside his helmet.

The half-blood demon, known as Stien, glanced at Ingre, the flame mark on his earlobe, and Ingre's pitch-black eyes for a moment before turning to look at the Grave Knight.

He smiled gracefully: "Your Excellency, my surname is Steintefer, and Stien is just the most inconsequential part of my surname, you can call me by my full name, or you can call it Trofer alone." Also, I just hope to impress the charming Ms. Balalaika with my sincerity. ”

A mocking laugh came from the Grave Knight's visor: "Stien is your mother's surname for you, Trofer is a cheap name given to you by the sheep demons, you actually disdain your mother's family name, you are indeed a disgusting mongrel." ”

Stien's expression did not change in any way due to the grave knight's invective, and he still maintained a delicate and elegant smile. The curvature of the corners of his lips, the frequency of blinking, and even the control of his facial muscles seemed to have been carefully calculated.

"Although it is true that I am a hybrid of Nea and demons, I remember that the undead brigade is also made up of half-blood demons, right?" Stien said, you and I are actually the same, you call me a mongrel, and you are similar.

The Grave Knight sneered, "At least, I won't be a pawn of the demons." ”

After the grave knight finished speaking, he ignored Stien. This difficult fellow, who was driven away again and again, came in again and again, just wanted to stay here, hoping that Balalaika could see him.

Moreover, Stian wanted Balalaika to see him, not for his own business, but for the sheep demon who gave him the cheap name "Trofer".

The sheep demon himself did not dare to come, so he asked Stien to come for him.

And the Nea clan has an old relationship with Balalaika. Even if Balalaika was unwilling to make a deal with Stien, for the sake of the Nea clan, he was not forcibly driven away.

The Grave Knight ignored Stephen and allowed him to stand gracefully in front of the bar as a doorman.

He turned his head to look at Angels.

Although Ingres deliberately changed the characteristics of his eyes, the Grave Knight still recognized his face. If it was anyone else, he would have been kicked out by this time, but Ingres'...... But it needs to be a different story.

"Bookmark for easy reading"