——Take a leave of absence first, because the air conditioner is broken and the lease expires, so I will move tonight and make up for the chapter tomorrow morning on the weekend, sorry.
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In a seemingly ordinary civilian house in the Aalto Purple Lily District.
The clown leaned against the old wardrobe and struggled to take a tube of potion from the night watchman's robe with his remaining left hand and drank it.
After escaping to this secret hiding place, he was finally exhausted, and he didn't even have the strength to take another step to reach the secret room, so he had to fall down against the closet, trying to stabilize his injuries with healing potions.
The pure and holy liquid poured into the throat, and the clown's exposed internal organs and flesh began to wriggle, but no matter how much they increased, they collapsed on their own as soon as they touched the fracture, as if there was an invisible crack there blocking all recovery efforts, allowing life to pass firmly and quickly.
"Are you going to die here?" The clown sighed in a trance, experiencing the horror of the top bloodline ability for the first time.
Kicking and kicking, a few footsteps approached, and the clown opened his eyes weakly and helplessly, and could only watch as the night watchman chased after him.
The door was pushed open, but Juliana and Lund and Minsk, who were not included in this mission, came in.
Seeing that it was them, the clown raised a little hope of survival, and struggled to spit out his inner unwillingness word by word: "No...... I...... Kill ...... Be...... Professor...... Of...... conspiracy."
I didn't expect that I was cautious and still fell for the professor's scheme, but the most unwilling and unwilling to die was that I didn't understand the professor's purpose. It was because of the wrong purpose that I ended up like this!
What is the purpose of all this planning in a crazy manner?!
Juliana saw the clown's miserable appearance, even though she was used to seeing death and killing, her eyes couldn't help but turn red: "Captain, I believe you, you must be the damn professor, no matter how crazy you are, you can't kill Lucian Evans in front of Natasha. Hold on, I'll treat you!"
Although the Joker did say that he would personally capture or kill Lucian Evans in front of Natasha, but that was when there was conclusive evidence, and now the promise seems to have been fulfilled, but the premise is wrong, which has to be said to be a great irony.
After Lund heard Juliana's words, his solemn and serious old-fashioned face showed a bit of unbearability, as if he had foreseen something, but he did not stop it, but watched Julianna perform magic as if he was expecting a miracle.
The battle priest is also a priest, Juliana is no worse than others in healing magic, but no matter whether she casts herself or the healing magic inspired by magic items, after the light of different levels turns on and disappears, it cannot make the huge ferocious wound any better, and the "invisible crack" devours and divides everything.
"Captain Lund......" Juliana looked at Lund with tears in her eyes, only his level here was close to the high level, if even he couldn't do anything, then basically declared the Joker dead.
Lunde took a deep breath, restraining all kinds of weakness and sadness, and the whole person raised the long sword calmly as ice, and a layer of calm and deep light slowly lit up on his body, and then the light merged with the eerie darkness emanating from the black glove and stained the long sword.
He shouted, took a step forward, and slashed at the clown's wound with his long sword, as if he wanted to cut through the invisible and twisted gap.
Eliminate the bloodline, which can eliminate all supernatural forces other than the true gods!
The long sword slashed into the invisible gap that isolated the clown's wound, and strange fluctuations occurred, and Juliana suddenly felt that something was disappearing.
But the gap was still tenacious, without any weakening, as if the sense of disappearance was just an illusion of everyone.
Lund still didn't give up, and slashed down with a sword, stirring up a fierce strong wind, but everything still didn't change, and the clown's wriggling flesh and blood still couldn't be bridged.
"No...... Tried again...... Unless...... Lund, ...... Become a Sky Knight...... Otherwise...... Wait until I die...... It can't be completely eliminated...... The clown seems to have recovered a little, with a pair of dark deep eyes on his funny and exaggerated smile, and the madness, anger, hatred, unwillingness, etc. of the past seem to brew the last peace.
"Captain, ...... you," Juliana screamed.
As a team member who has followed the clown for seven or eight years, she has been rescued by the clown many times in danger, and in the face of terrifying evil, the captain clown is the strongest backing for their entire team, so even if many night watchmen condemn the clown for being crazy and perverse, her personality is tyrannical and distorted, she still trusts and loves the captain.
The clown said obsessively: "It's not me...... Kill ...... It is the professor's ...... conspiracy."
"I know, captain, I know. If it weren't for the delay of several people in charge of the court, we would definitely arrive in time, so that you would not be framed by the professor and attacked by Natasha." Although Juliana repeatedly demanded that she leave as soon as possible and not let the professor go, they continued to discuss whether this was a conspiracy to lure the Night Watch away from the traitors, wasting a lot of time before making a decision. And if it weren't for the previous regression and weakness of the church and the courts under the oppression of the nobles, how could everything have come to such an irreparable point? !
Lund was not included in the Night Watch team hunting down the professor, and only hurriedly searched for a possible hiding place for him until he heard that something had happened to the Joker, and then met up with Juliana nearby.
At this time, he said the latest information: "Morning Star is dead, and the one who was killed by the professor left behind the 'betrayer's ending'." His tone was cold and full of infinite anger, if the professor appeared in front of him at this time, he would definitely not be able to help tearing the professor to pieces.
"Really?" The clown's anger seemed to be gradually igniting again, and he said with difficulty: "Is the church too depraved...... It's too weak, if it's still the same as before...... How could we do that...... Professor like ...... Cats teasing mice...... Alike...... Teasing twice......
"Yes, I think many people in the church have lost their devout faith, and they compromise with the nobility and the darkness under the pretext of difficulties and obstacles!" A layer of crimson flames appeared on the angry Minsk, and he felt a little out of his mind.
The clown's spirit became excited, and his speech was no longer as intermittent as before: "Although I couldn't control my madness after stimulating the puppet bloodline, I committed many crimes, killed many innocent people, and became complacent because of this, like a real clown, but after being influenced by that ascetic, I believed in the Lord wholeheartedly, kept in mind the oath of the night watchman, abandoned enjoyment, and was willing to live in darkness forever guarding light and justice, and dedicating myself to fighting evil."
"No matter how crazy and tyrannical I am in the eyes of others, even the ordinary family of the wicked will not let go, but I have no guilt in everything I do, this is all to eradicate evil!"
The clown seemed to bloom with the last ray of brilliance in his life, and after saying this, his breath suddenly became weak, and his eyes looked at Lund, Juliana and Minsk: "Hope...... You...... Don't ...... Forget...... Night Watch...... Oath...... Don't be associated with darkness and evil...... Compromise...... Don't ...... Let ...... Professor ......"
"Yes, captain." Juliana replied with tears streaming down her face but was unusually firm.
Lund, on the other hand, drew a cross on his chest with slightly red eyes, and said solemnly and seriously in front of the clown:
"The night is coming, and I will guard it from now on until I am called by the Lord. I will give up everything else, and I will wither in darkness, and I will not marry, nor have children, nor fiefdoms, nor riches. I will stay away from glory and praise, and I will be faithful to my duty until I die. I am the opposite of evil, the sworn enemy of the fallen. I am against the cold flames, piercing the dark light. I give my life and glory to the Lord to guard the darkness for Him, tonight and night after night."
Both Juliana and Minsk repeated the Night Watch's oath with tears in their eyes: "...... I give my life and glory to the Lord to guard the darkness for Him, tonight and night after night."
The clown stretched out his left hand with difficulty and drew a cross in front of his unbroken heart: "I...... General...... Life and Glory ...... Dedicated to the Lord...... For Him...... Guard...... Dark...... Tonight...... Thus...... Night ...... That's ......."
As the voice gradually fell, the clown's eyes slowly closed. His vision was already scattered, and Juliana's sad and sad expressions blurred.
At this time, the clown heard crisp footsteps in a daze!
Lund was the first to react, turned his head suddenly, then widened his eyes, and said in surprise and fear: "Master Amorton!"
At the door stood a woman wearing a red bishop's robe and a special red square hat, she had long black hair, and her beautiful face was dull with a faint pity.
"Your Excellency Bishop Amoreton!" Minsk and Juliana were equally shocked and panicked, but they didn't expect that the giant in charge of the tribunal, Cardinal Vera Morton, appeared here.
Is she after the Joker?
Will she punish herself and others as well?
Amorton walked quickly to the clown, half-squatted down to look at it for a while before saying, "I'm a little late, the clown's soul has been cut by the sword of truth......"
As she spoke, a milky white holy light emitted from her hand to slowly fade the invisible and distorted gap, but the clown's flesh and blood no longer had the wriggling feeling it had before, like a pile of rotten flesh. This is a manifestation of the depletion of vitality.
"Lord Amherton?" Regarding Amorton's performance, the grieving Lund and others noticed something unusual, it seemed that she was not here to catch the clown?
Ammodon half-crouched in front of the clowns, looked at them slightly, and said in a heavy tone: "The nobles are arrogant and have forgotten the protection of the Lord, and the church is weak and has lost the glory of God. I think you should have a deep understanding of this."
Lund and others, who had just said these words in grief and indignation, felt the same way, but these words were almost a betrayal of the church, and they still did not dare to repeat them in front of the cardinal in charge of the court for a while.
Seeing their silence, Ammodon turned to the clown: "You are the Lord's most loyal night watchman, and I pay you high tribute on behalf of others in the Church who share my dissatisfaction with the status quo. Whether on earth or on the mountain of heaven, we will walk with you, the glory of the Lord will cover you, and you will never be alone."
The clown was almost speechless, but his vague feelings still burst out with strong joy.
"Lord Ammodon, are you a faction within the church that opposes the status quo?" Lund asked cautiously, this was something he had never heard of.
Ammodon stood up and looked at them with pity: "Yes, would you like to join?"
Thinking of the previous powerlessness and grief, the fate of the clown, the glory of the past, and the leadership of a big man like Amorton, Lund, Juliana, and Minsk all drew crosses on their chests and said firmly: "Only the truth endures. We swear to defend the glory of the Lord to the death!"
The Joker's consciousness was completely blurred, as if he was in a dream that would never wake up, and he clearly felt the breath of death.
Before his consciousness completely disappeared, he seemed to see a silver-haired man wearing a red shirt and a black jacket in his dream, holding a glass of red liquid and laughing softly: "He is really trying......"
PS: The Night Watch's Oath is changed from a song of ice and fire, and the general framework has not changed.
(End of this chapter)