Chapter 437: You Can't Get Lucky Every Time
Fitandila yawned heavily and looked out the window, the sky was already white.
Before the night passed, Strykerson added himself to the "Broken Wheel" and told all about his experience before he was caught, and they didn't stop there, but asked repeatedly to make sure all the details were okay.
It was because I suffered this loss before, and I easily believed him, so I almost missed the important news.
Maybe 90% of what he said is true, but the most lethal thing is the 10%, especially since this information is related to the next battle of life and death, no one dares to slack off.
The difference is a thousand miles.
Bavio took the trouble to ask over and over again, and Fitandila did not dare to relax at all, as long as he found that the other party was hesitating, he made a decisive move, and at the end of the day, the fingers on the shadow mage's two hands were gone, only two thumbs remained, and the whole person was also dying, falling into a semi-comatose state.
At this time it was also dawn.
"Sir, we've confirmed it repeatedly, and there should be no problem with what he said."
Bavio, who looks like the broom-headed Greo in "Street Fighter", walks over and interrupts Brienne in thought, and the iron-clad veteran has a tiredness on his face that is difficult to hide.
This tiredness does not come from the body, but from the heart.
Last time, he also played a package ticket, thinking that the other party was not lying, and he was almost put on a show, so he didn't relax at all just now, and his attention was extremely concentrated throughout the night, and he couldn't stand such a long period of high-intensity mental tension.
Brienne was slightly better than him, and she didn't participate in the final interrogation, but walked around the room in silence, digesting the newfound information.
Is the white pyramid their real goal?
Can the sewers of the Shattered Wheel's lair lead to the Academy of Light Magic?
The news was extremely important to him, important enough to revise his previous plans, and she had some new ideas for the upcoming big battle.
The premise is that what the Shadow Mage says is true.
She wasn't 100 percent sure about this, but with Buffio's repeated interrogations, plus her own judgment, at least 80 percent, it was enough for her to reimagine a plan that was more proactive and daring than before.
She believed that Bavio was just careless last time, and this time it would definitely not be repeated, and she didn't think that at this point, the shadow mage could still deceive people, and it would not do him any good.
"Okay, you go and call someone to come over and clean up, let's go back and rest first, there will be a new task for you later."
The floor of the room was covered with splatters of blood, and there were scattered fingers, and if outsiders came in, they would think that some cult ritual was going on here.
As for Strykerson, since the Holy Light doesn't work for him, someone has to come over and bandage it casually, otherwise he won't live long looking like this.
I'll wait until I wake up.
Brienne was also sleepy at this time, and shouted at Fitandila, who was still standing in place:
"Hey! Let's go! ”
The two of them now live in the same room, but one sleeps in a bed and one on a sofa.
But Fitandila was unmoved, still staring at the mage bound in front of him, and after a while said:
"Wait, there's a situation, he seems to be talking."
"What?"
Brienne was about to say leave it alone, and then she heard a faint, hoarse voice coming from Strykerson's mouth.
"Angs...... Grim ...... Egger ...... Rem ......"
"He's talking about Egrim's name!"
Fitandila finally heard what the other party was saying, but she was still confused, calling the name of the light mage at this time, did she want him to save herself?
Strykerson repeated it a dozen more times, and this time the others heard it, for his voice grew louder and louder, and it didn't match his weak appearance at all.
"It's all him! It's all that light mage! Why is he in the limelight! Why am I being tortured here! ”
By the end, Strykerson's voice had gone from a low voice to hysteria, a scream of resentment and rage.
At the same time, an incomparably evil aura appeared out of thin air, quickly filling the not spacious room.
"Be careful!"
Brienne realizes that something is wrong and loudly warns her companion as she draws her two swords behind her back and rushes forward as fast as she can.
Bavio was quick to react, pulling out his only weapon, a dagger, and following closely behind.
The two of them are like two vigorous cheetahs, one after the other pounce on their prey.
At this time, Fitandila also noticed that there was a problem, not only a powerful aura came from Strykerson's body, but his entire appearance also changed rapidly.
The body, which had to be curled up due to pain and weakness, seemed to be infused with infinite vitality, and suddenly it was fully extended, and the back was straightened, and almost instantly, the rope of the thickness of the fingers was stretched in unison, and at the same time, the thin body of the shadow mage began to swell.
"It hurts! It hurts! But I'm going to take revenge! Kill them all! Kill Egrim! Kill them all! ”
A beastly roar emanated from the depths of his throat, and a pair of pupils that had turned gray from cultivating shadow spells were now covered in blood-red color, and thick green tendons bulged out like twisted pythons, covering his entire body from his face to his arms.
Seeing that Strykerson, who had fallen into a state of madness, was about to get up from the stool, Fitandila, who was closest to him, reacted quickly, instinctively condensed the strength of his whole body into the glorious blade in his hand, and slashed it hard, hitting the opponent's heavenly spirit cover.
There was a loud bang, and the whole hotel seemed to shake for a moment.
The huge reaction force shook Fitandila and the knife into the air, and Strykerson didn't even see a single wound after receiving her full force.
"Fierce upper body!"
Brienne, who rushed towards her, caught her companion and spat out four words with a serious face.
This is a means by which the Chaos Demon descends on the Overworld.
Unlike other creatures living in this world, as the natives of the chaotic space, demons do not have a real form, they can be understood as a creature composed of pure magic or energy, or it can be said to be the embodiment of some special spiritual and soul powers.
Magic is like oxygen to them, it must be concentrated high enough to survive, otherwise it is like a fish out of water, although it will not die, but it will not last long, and it is precisely because of this that the main world is not occupied by these immortal and immortal demons, only when certain extreme situations occur, when the wind of magic is extremely strong, they will appear in batches, in addition, there are some special means, which will attract the arrival of demons.
One of them is the "fierce upper body".
Unlike the more common and direct "Demon Summoning", the "Evil Body" can only be found on true Chaos believers.
In some extreme cases, Chaos believers will pray to the evil gods they believe in, and voluntarily sacrifice their bodies and souls to beg a powerful demonic individual to possess them in exchange for incomparable terrifying power.
But this behavior is only short-lived, because an ordinary person's body cannot contain the chaotic energy carried by demons, just like a room with water, when the water is full, these demons have to return to the chaotic space, and their hosts will not be spared, from the body to the soul, will be completely destroyed.
So in essence, it's a crazy act of suicide, and the success rate is extremely low, and there may not be one in a few hundred years.
But this kind of good thing seems to have happened to Brienne.