Chapter 158: Familiar Faces (2)

Chapter 158: Familiar Faces (2)

Tsutsutsutsutsuts...

Efebo's face melted away at a tremendous rate, and he dissolved into the water.

Sticky oil floats on top of the murky water, and the smell of rotting meat fills the air.

Meanwhile, Vikir and Dolores had already seen Ephebo's face before it melted.

It was a face that looked familiar to both of them.

"...Mozgus?"

Vikir muttered as he picked up a black sack floating in the water.

A bald head without eyebrows, bulging eyes, a bulbous nose, and tightly clenched lips.

The face I had seen a moment ago was unmistakably Mozgus's.

A paladin of the Quovadis, a pious priest who carried a thick Bible and led the charge against heresy.

If fate holds true, when the era of destruction arrives, the person who will have to go to the front lines and fight against demons, why are there corpses lying around here?

Vikir's brow furrowed in unresolved mystery.

'Mozgus was a human before he was turned, surely, and he was a hero who was cohabited with a thousand demons during the Age of Destruction, so how can...'

Vikir's question was answered by Dolores.

"This is not Mr. Mozgus."

Dolores looked at what was left of Ephebo's body and shook her head.

"Mr. Mozgus had a twin brother, who, unlike us, belonged to the Old Order."

Mozgus's older brother.

He, too, was a paladin, with a body like an iron wall and powerful divine powers.

However, he had long ago retreated to the depths of an Old Order monastery for retirement training and has not been seen by anyone since.

...As far as the world is concerned, the story goes.

"So you didn't disappear because of your hermit training, but because your body was taken over by a demon."

Vikir swallowed hard, and Dolores furrowed her brow in concern.

"There are quite a few people in the Quovadis who are currently in the Closed Training, but... it can't be true, can it?"

"I can't guarantee anything."

That wasn't the only problem now.

Vikir remembered that the Baskervilles' second son, Set, was also in the closed training.

If the Baskervilles and the Quovadis were already in such a state, then any of the world's most recognizable powerhouses who were in closed training, or who had been missing for long periods of time, were also in danger.

Vikir turned and looked down at the headless body of Ephebo.

My ninth of ten.

He must have the power to turn others into demons and control them, while at the same time stealing their faces.

Most likely, Guilty's face had been stolen from someone else, too.

'By the way, how come Guilty's face resembles an actor who retired a long time ago?'

It's not hard to see why the actor retired and why we haven't heard much about him.

Vikir also knew of a powerful man who had recently disappeared from the scene, claiming to be retiring.

'When will you enter the academy? Let's match it with me. I think I'll probably enroll 1-2 years early. It would be so fun if we went to first grade together... ... .'

It's a tough relationship that started when they were 8 years old. If it were up to me, we would have entered the academy together.

Morg Camus.

Seeing that face in her mind made Vikir feel uncomfortable for some reason.

She had been searching for Vikir ever since he disappeared in the depths of the Black Mountains with the Enemy.

All the while Vikir had been training in Balak's village for the past two years.

A claustrophobic feeling, like digging down into a narrow, deep hole, a damp, earthen grave, weighed on my lungs along with the stench.

'There's something else in ....'

The Night Hound pushed forward with his keen sense of smell.

Dolores, meanwhile, seemed to have fully understood that the Night Hound hadn't blindly attacked the branches of the Quovadis, but had been acting with reason and principle.

And she had been actively trying to help him ever since.

"First of all, I'll let the higher-ups in the family know about this. I'm sure they'll believe me if they're New Order, not Old Order, especially some of the groups I'm involved with."

"...Do as you please."

With Vikir's permission, Dolores diligently composed the letter.

It was mostly about the existence of Ephebo, the fall of Mozgus, and a request for gratitude to House Indulgentia.

Dolores took a small pigeon from her bosom and tied the letter to her leg.

The addressee was Cardinal Martin Luther, head of the New Order.

If it was an Old Order figure, even his father, Cardinal Humbert, could not be trusted.

"Please hurry up, little one. I apologize for making you work at night."

Hearing the saint's plea, the white pigeon flapped its wings and soared into the sky.

Pow!

A few white feathers fluttered in the darkness.

The pigeon, carrying Dolores' letter, soared into the sky with great speed.

... but.

Puff!

A piercing jab swooped down and split the pigeon's body in two.

Dolores' letter, too, was caught in the aura and crumbled to ash.

"...."

Vikir narrowed his eyes behind his mask. This is because the speed at which the slash flew was unusual.

Sssssss...

The smell of rotting meat mingled with the odor of moss.

Soon, two dark shadows appear in the center of the hallway connecting Buildings 2 and 3.

"Who are you!"

Dolores's expression was alert.

Suddenly, two men appeared in front of Vikir and Dolores.

Tall, lanky men, dressed in sharp suits, with black sacks over their faces.

'Pedo & Hebe'

Pedo & Hebe.

Like Ephebo, these two are Guilty's hounds.

At first glance, they appear to be high-level undead, as they both exude an unusual amount of energy.

... But there was something even more worrying than the powerful auras and odors they were emitting.

"Could those undead be people we knew in life?"

Dolores asked with concern in her voice.

Humans corrupted by the demon himself could not possibly have been ordinary beings in life.

They must have been known to the world in some way.

Vikir replied in a nonchalant tone, his eyes fixed on Pedo, Hebe, and beyond.

"Let's hope it's not ...."