The sword flashed, but it did not cut off his right arm.

The moment before the blade touched his skin, a calm but solemn voice sounded in Shinji's mind.

This voice, he had heard once a few months ago, and it was the appearance of this voice that made the relics no longer silent.

"There is Shanghua Immeasurable Casting Hua Guangtong Heaven and Earth Sect Master. ”

With a Buddha name whose source has not been identified so far, Shinji's entire body finally has a second chance to bathe in the Buddha's light. Unlike in the decisive battle with Liz Baifei, this time the Buddha Light did not strengthen his body, and the Buddha Light only targeted the black lines that invaded the body.

Under the light of the Buddha, the corruption and mildew caused by the black line have been effectively curbed, although the rotten part has not changed, but at least it shows that the power contained in the relics has a certain restraint effect on the curse of the "White Wing Gong", and then it will be seen which step the holy relics left by the Buddhist saints can do.

"Unknown holy monk, you can't lose to the vampires, or the reputation of Buddhism will be lost. ”

There is no need to be a Condor Hero for the time being, Shinji's mood has improved slightly, and he continues to move forward in the water while having fun in the bitterness.

But before he could take two steps, he couldn't walk.

The black line that had just been contained by the Buddha's light was ready to move again, spreading upwards under the pressure of the Buddha's light. Although he only moved a hair less than a single hair, the collision of the two forces, one good and one evil, one life and one death, made Shinji feel unbearable pain, and if you had to make a comparison, it was roughly the same as the pain of Skaha using magic to scrape Shinji's bones during the body control training.

"I-gurg-gurr-"

Shinji wanted to vent the pressure caused by the pain in the form of swearing, but unfortunately his water avoidance magic was not yet at home, so he could only maintain a small distance near his mouth, nose, eyes and ears, and when he moved a little bigger, the water poured into his mouth, and it took a while to ease up.

Before he could spit out the water in his mouth, the Buddha Light also began to exert force, pushing back the black line that spread forward, followed by a burst of pain like a steel knife scraping bones.

At this time, Shinji had lost the strength to curse, and sat on the riverbed, waiting for the result of the battle between the Buddha's light and the curse in both mental and physical torment.

If the Buddha Light wins, then move on until it is safe to do so. If Buddha loses, he will cut off his right hand and return to Japan to have Orange help make a prosthetic.

Thinking of his family and friends in Japan, Shinji's face, pale from the pain, had a hint of blood.

Orange must laugh at me, laugh at me for being a fool.

The cold-faced and warm-hearted Estissa probably won't talk to me for days, if I can't give her a satisfactory explanation.

Sakura and Fujino will definitely cry, and what they are most afraid of is the tears of these two girls.

After battling the disease for so many years, Fog Painting may not necessarily cry, but it should send a dual being to follow me and not let me go anywhere.

The number of fathers and uncles is naturally inevitable, and the mother will probably say, "The family has developed very well, and there is no need for you, a child, to take risks and work outside." ”

Of course, he will definitely not agree, because the master is still waiting for him in the country of shadows. After seeing the monotonous scenery of the "Land of Shadows", and experiencing the loneliness of the millennium, Shinji's heart has been deeply imprinted with the only gorgeous scenery in the black and white world.

Familiar faces flashed in front of him, and familiar fragments emerged in his heart.

In a trance, he saw a girl with a ponytail, she pointed a whip at her nose, and said in an indifferent but not cold voice: "You can't lose, I will never let you go if you lose." ”

Somehow, hearing this, Shinji's heart calmed down inexplicably, and he didn't waver even a little bit as the pain in his body intensified.

Between this great contrast between the body and the mind, the Buddha name of awakening the relics is no longer a mechanical repetition, but a new change.

"There is Shanghua Immeasurable Casting Hua Guangtong Heaven and Earth Sect Master. ”

"Then the Buddha told the Bodhisattva. and the four celestial beings: 'I am in the immeasurable number of the past.' Seek the Lotus Sutra. No tiredness. in the majority. Always a king. Make a vow to have a bodhi. The heart does not turn back. ”

"Then the world respects and reaffirms this righteousness. And to say—"

Shinji subconsciously followed the chanting, and before he knew it, his knees were crossed, and his hands were folded.

The brilliance of the Buddha's bone relics passed through the barrier between the skin and the muscles, came out from the palm of the left hand, and entered from the palm of the right hand, like a sword of wisdom that cut through the three thousand threads of trouble, silently crossing the black line wrapped around the wrist of the right hand, the starting point of decay.

On the bank of the river thousands of meters away, the "White Winged Gong", who also had his hand wrapped around the black line, was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and the dark blood was the same color as the black line.

The more powerful the curse, the easier it is to be counterattacked, and that Buddha light not only hurts the tangible curse, but also affects the birthplace of the curse along the invisible connection.

"Damn! You're still resisting! I'll see how long you can last!"

Blocked many times overnight, even the old Death Apostle King was inevitably impetuous, and there was more hysteria in his voice.

Just as he grasped the black line, ready to continue to strengthen the curse, a trace of fish's belly white appeared in the sky, and it reflected the "Morning Star" that was the last to shine in the night sky.

Then, the morning sun rises and the night ends.

In Italy in February, winter has not yet passed, and the first rays of sunlight in the morning are far from the cold accumulated overnight. But such a soft sunlight without a trace of strength made the "White Winged Gong" feel that the body that had lost its temperature for thousands of years felt hot, as if there was a fire burning on the surface of the skin.

The sun in the sky is a weakness that is a greater threat to the Dead Apostles than the flowing Po River. Under the sun, the weak Dead Apostles will be directly wiped out, and even the strong Dead Apostles will be weakened from body to soul, from physical strength to ability, which is the price of immortality, and the lack of genes and souls engraved into it, and the King of Dead Apostles is no exception.

"Magician, count yourself lucky, but don't think that you are safe this way, you will definitely not be able to escape, absolutely!"

Feeling the power that kept flowing in his body, the hysteria suppressed by "Bai Yigong" was finally completely released. He sensed the direction Shinji had left one last time, flapped his bare wings vigorously, and left the place that annoyed him.

After he left, a black shadow the size of a palm emerged from the pile of rubble in the distance, and disappeared in a flash.

Three days later, the news of the failure of the "White Wing Gong" to intercept and kill the Clone brigade spread throughout Europe.

A week later, there was a new follow-up to the news.

On the night of the interception, the Clone Brigade Captain "Grim Reaper" and "White Wing Gong" fought fiercely in the Po River Plain, "White Wing Gong" was wounded, and the whereabouts of "Death" are unknown.

The Dead Apostles world is shocked!

The Templar Church is shocked!

The Magic Association is shocked!