In the dark mountain forest, a bonfire burned alone, and the colorful and beating light reflected the black-robed man kneeling in front of it, and the shadows were like lonely ghosts.

Open your merciful eyes, O God of all powers, and have mercy on your Lamb!"

Niccolò Ponte was kneeling on the ground in front of the campfire, ignoring the wound of his abdomen that was constantly flowing with black bodily fluids, just folded his hands on his chest, closed his eyes and reverently whispered strange prayers, the whole person looked very strange and permeating.

The withered ascetic prayed in a low voice for a long time, but there was no vision of "divine favor", and his body became weaker and weaker because of his injuries.

He had to end his prayers and fumbled out a tiny bottle from under his tattered robes.

"O God of the Mighty, your Lamb is willing to bear the sufferings of the world in your place in exchange for a gift from you........."

Nicolo Ponte opened the cap and revealed the scarlet liquid inside, boiling and smoking, which was disgusting to look at.

Despite being a determined ascetic, Nicolo Ponte looked hesitant and fearful, but he finally gritted his teeth and drank the boiling liquid.

Then Nicolo Ponte's whole body began to boil.

The flesh and skin of his body began to twitch and crack violently, and his whole body was like a blood-red mouth, and patients with dense phobias would inevitably be nauseous and vomiting when they saw it.

Steaming white smoke began to rise above his head, blood foamed from his nostrils, eyes, ears, and mouth, and his bones clicked non-stop. "Whoa"

A terrible, inhuman, irascible howl echoed through the silence of the mountain forest, and frightened the beasts of the whole mountain into fleeing all night, even the wives and cubs in the nest.

The pain was so intense that even the tenacious ascetic Nicolò Ponte could not bear it, and he collapsed directly to the ground and did irregular movements like a large prawn.

"Is this a way to stimulate the body's potential as a way to die?"

In the darkness a hundred or two hundred meters away from the campfire, Charles took the frightened tiger cat in his arms, and secretly wondered what the self-mutilating ascetic in the distance was doing.

In his spiritual power vision, the spiritual power in Niccolo Ponte's body had already begun to fail, and it seemed that he was about to fall to the brink of spiritual power collapse, and there was a high possibility that he would fall into a situation where his spiritual power would fall out of control and fall into an extraordinary situation.

He had suffered too many wounds, especially the hole that had been pierced by Ancoral's spear at the end, which had not yet healed, and the accumulation of injuries had brought the powerful ascetic to the point of collapse.

Charles had already figured out the Dark Dance Blade and was about to go up to the assassination mending knife, but after the ascetic drank the bottle of poison-like potion, the tyrannical aura kept destroying his internal organs in his body, just like a blacksmith beating pig iron, and he actually hammered out a condensed and tenacious life qi, quickly repairing dozens of new and old scars on his body.

Charles suddenly understood that Nicro Ponte had used extreme means of death to stimulate his physical potential, and he had the opportunity to gain a trace of great strength by gambling on his life, and if this physical potential could not be activated, then he would not stop his injuries, and he would directly return to the light to serve the omnipotent gods.

Stimulating the body's potential is a widely used way to increase strength, even the training of ordinary people is also to destroy the original balance of the body, and then reorganize and strengthen the muscles to increase strength, but Nicro Ponte is such a decisive way to drink poison Charles really has never heard of.

"You have a lot of courage, and the hidden skills of the hunter talent are also very strong, if it weren't for the sudden disappearance of your cat just now, maybe I wouldn't have been able to find you......"

"The Chevalier family is a hunter family, and they are the best at stalking and hunting, and I am very seriously injured, so I guess you will definitely chase after me and hunt me......"

Nicro Ponte, who had been twitching on the ground for a long time, slowly stood up and looked at where Charles was hiding, his two blood-red eyes shining with a sly light.

"But what I didn't expect was that you didn't even bring those heavy armor warriors, do you really think you're strong enough to kill an ascetic......

Charles was in awe, and he couldn't be sure whether Nicholas Ponte had deliberately lured him into the bait, or if he was dying and struggling to tell him about the city.

A cloud of light coalesced from Niccolò Ponte's staff and smashed into the sky above where the Charles was hiding, blasting out a large cloud of white light that erased all shadows.

Charles reluctantly put away the Dark Dance Blade, which was suitable for assassination, replaced it with Knight's Twilight, which was suitable for frontal combat, and walked towards the ascetic step by step.

The Assassins were at a disadvantage when facing the Light Monks, and the Light Transcendents had a variety of restraint methods against the Assassins who roamed the edge of darkness, and a simple lighting technique could crack the Assassin's strongest stealth skill.

Nichol Ponte looked at Charles who came out of the darkness and said angrily: "It is rumored that you are just a spirit mark hunter, but I know that you must be hiding something, otherwise you would never have killed Brummer, I doubt your identity now, how can a hunter have such a strong hidden skill? You look more like an assassin." ”

A mid-level hunter can have a "hidden" skill, which is comparable to the "stealth" skill of the assassin system in a stationary state, and Nicolo Ponte always feels a little incredible when he sees Charr's hidden technology, after all, he is a fourth-level transcendent, and ordinary hunters are good at hiding skills, and they will not quietly approach him within 100 meters and feel nothing.

Charles was noncommittal, but replied lightly: "I also doubt your identity as a light ascetic now, because your whole person exudes an evil aura from the inside out. ”

Charles wielded the sharp Knight Dusk in his right hand, drawing a circle of dim light, and his right hand was ready to pull something out of the spiritual void.

"Evil?"

Niccolò Ponte sneered and said: "The true meaning of your hunters' combat power in hunting, warriors seeking opportunities to break through in killing, we are just hurting ourselves, you come to tell me who is good and who is evil?"

“............”

Charles was speechless for a moment, and he suddenly felt that there was some truth in Nicro Ponte's words, as if the means used by human beings in their quest for great and transcendent power were not so "kind".

However, after all, Charles is a traverser who has fought with people on the Internet, and as long as he wants to, he will not be squeezed by words.

"Then I'll tell you that the winner is good, and the loser is evil!"

Nicolo Ponte's eyes lit up, and he nodded thoughtfully, "You're right, the one who died between the two of us......... It's evil!"

"Boom!"

The two of them burst into arms at the same time, colliding together, and the spiritual power in the two of them also erupted into the strongest fluctuations, colliding with each other and stirring up a circle of spiritual power ripples.

"You've recovered from your injuries, and what kind of gifted transcendent are you?"

Nicholas Ponte had focused on Charles' left side as he had broken Charles' left shoulder a few hours earlier, but after a few collisions, he was shocked to find that Charles' shoulder did not appear to be injured at all.

Niccolò Ponte was jealous and resentful, he was an ascetic who had taken refuge in the light, and he had to gamble his life to seek a quick recovery when he was seriously injured, and he still had a few big holes on his body!

Are you still a dependant of the gods?

"You must have believed in darkness, yes, you are a believer in the night......."

The Night Cultist's physical recovery ability is much faster than that of the Light Cultist, and Nicro Ponte remembered that Charles's hidden skills just now were not like the talent of hunters, and immediately guessed like a vicious village woman.

Charles didn't bother to bother with him, so he took out a large bag of gunpowder from the spiritual void with his left hand, threw it on Niccolò Ponte's body, and then kicked the bonfire away, and the stars flew towards Niccolò Ponte.

"Boom"

The large bags of gunpowder set off large balls of flames, igniting the ascetic's clothes and hair, and although it was not lethal, it made him more and more wounded, and he was very embarrassed.

"Despicable means will only make the truly strong stronger, let me see if you are a believer in the night!"

Niccolò Ponte stepped out of the flames, his clothes still burning with flames, and his face was fierce and emotional.

"Holy Light Exorcism!"

Dazzling light burst forth from the ascetic's body, so conspicuous in the night sky.

Charles has seen many people perform this kind of light magic, but Niccolò Ponte's "Holy Light Exorcism" is more violent and chaotic, and unlike Barenster and Bishop Honeywin, which only targets the night side, like an indiscriminate ultimate, it also has a burning effect on the believers of the light.

Feeling the intense light piercing his body, Charles suddenly had a strange feeling.

He stretched out his palm, feeling the holy light flowing between his fingers, and the power of light that Her Majesty had "deposited" in his body suddenly became ready to move.

"So I am....... It's hard to get ........"

Charles borrowed a ray of the goddess's light power and integrated his consciousness into it, and in the slightest movement of his mind, a small but bright light appeared on Charles's fingertips, and all the holy lights around him reacted.

"Buzz!"

Facing the little light on Charles's fingertips, the violent and chaotic "Holy Light" suddenly obediently fell, like a group of unorganized and undisciplined braggart hooligans saw the police, obediently squatting on the ground and waiting for handcuffing.

"You've gone the wrong way, let me help you out of all your pain!" said Charles, whispering softly, a ray of light struck Niccolò Ponte's body like lightning.

Nicolo Ponte watched in horror as the little light from Charles' fingertips shot through, and he felt that all the spiritual power in his body had stopped fluctuating, and he surrendered and surrendered to that little light.

He felt that the power of his years of penance was gradually disintegrating, and the pain that had accumulated in his body for many years was really gradually being relieved.

"No !!"

Niccolò Ponte cried out in horror, pain was the source and foundation of all his strength, if there was no pain, would the ascetic's obsession remain? What would be left of the ascetic if he had no strength?

"Your sins will be paid with your life!" said Charles, striding and swinging his sword.

So many of the unjust souls in the Blue Mountain Pass are related to this bright ascetic, so Charles's help to "liberate" him is not to make him a new person, but to make him really a hundred.

The oppression of the power of light left the ascetic in a semi-sluggish state, and he only had time to avoid the position of the heart, but he could not stop the stab of the charr's longsword as he watched as he stabbed into his chest.

"Why, O God of Light, why have you forsaken me?"

"Bang!"

The sharp sting of the sword gave Nicelo Ponte a glimmer of clarity and regained control of his own power, which he had relied on for pain for so many years, and at this critical juncture he finally broke out.

Niccolò Ponte held the Charr's knight Twilight with both hands, and with all his strength, he slammed the Charles with his sword and slammed it into a nearby tree.

Charles immediately rolled sideways to dodge, Niccolò Ponte's counterattack did not surprise him, after all, there were two small ranks between the two, and the two belonged to the same camp of light, the power of light could suppress a light ascetic, but it could not destroy him like a cultist in the night.

Charles dodged dozens of meters in a row, but the frenzied Nicro Ponte did not continue to fight back against Charles, but fled towards the depths of the dense forest.

"Can ascetics become cowards too?

"Boots, chase!"

Charles beckoned his friends to pursue together, now that he had found a means to suppress a bright ascetic, his chances of victory had improved a lot, and if he missed today, he might not have a better chance to kill this bloody fellow.

Charles and Tiger Cat chased after Nicolo Ponte's trail, and after a while realized something was wrong.

"Why did you find traces of the Night Cultist?Boots, did you spot the others?"

The little tiger cat boots were also nervously lying on the ground, sniffing left and right, feeling a little confused.

"Be careful, maybe it's his companion, maybe it's coming for us. Charles established a spiritual connection with the little tiger cat, conveying the awareness of "beware of danger", and then cautiously continued the pursuit.

Not far in front of them, Nicolo Ponte is undergoing a metamorphosis that of his own destiny.

A few hours earlier, Charles had stabbed Ancoral's spear into his lower abdomen, infusing him with a massive breath of madness that contained the temptation of depravity, and he had escaped with pain by chopping off a toe with an axe, but the madness had not been completely removed.

A few minutes earlier, the light on Charles' fingertips had suppressed the power in Niccolò Ponte's body, making him feel that all his years of devotion to the god of light had been in vain, and that he might not be as good as a pampered nobleman to please the gods.

"Only strength is my most faithful reliance and friend. ”

Darkness crept into Nicolò Ponte's body, and the light was slowly swallowed up and transformed by the darkness, and the loyal ascetics of the light unknowingly ....... Fall into darkness.