Chapter 683: The Gods Are Not Away Tonight (47)
Click-
The warm stone in the old dean's hand fell to the ground.
The dark shadow's attention was taken away again.
Perhaps, it is the knowledge that the world inside the library has been dominated by it.
Those who are trapped in the period have no ability to escape.
An unknown force attacked the old man who was leaning over to pick up warm stones.
The Holy Academy, the most knowledgeable old dean, has no chance to resist.
The whole person fainted to the ground in an instant, and there was no sound in the blink of an eye.
β......β
This scene was reflected in the gray-blue eyes, and it was irrepressible anger and regret.
The warm stones on the ground were suddenly crushed.
Turned into a star.
The gloom is gone.
"Eru ..... Sacrifice my body..... Devour it..... Noble Lord, your devotees plead with you to wake up......"
A strange murmur sounded.
Darkness, like a slimy tide, came from all directions.
"Holy ......"
The priest's eyes widened in horror, and his heart beat like a drum.
People who are not strong enough in their minds will be swallowed up by fear in such a space where there is no light at all.
There is no element of magic.
There is no divine power.
The silver-haired man, resisting all kinds of demagogic voices in the darkness, took a firm step forward.
He had to stop it.
Old Dean, there can't be anything.
Knock β
Behind him, there was the sound of the priest falling to the ground.
The dark shadow didn't come close to them, but this simple-minded child couldn't hold it at first.
But this voice completely attracted attention.
The Holy Son sighed in his heart, afraid that he would not have a chance to save the old dean.
He reached out and calmly took a thick book and held it in his hand.
Even if you don't have magic, you can't sit still.
In my mind, the thought that suddenly flashed was:
If he dies here, then ..... Will the god girl who only needs his belief disappear because of this?
At the very least, it's a goodbye, right?
"Huh?"
The dark shadow walked around the bookshelf and, purposefully, walked in his direction.
"Die!"
The sound of excitement, accompanied by the violent wind, fell together.
The Son's hand holding the book could barely lift it.
Even if he is no longer a qualified Divine Being, a qualified Son....
I can still feel the strong magic fluctuations and impacts in the darkness.
It was like a beast with its mouth wide open, and it went straight down to devour him in one bite.
Bang-it
Violent crashing sounds.
The air shook.
Gray-blue eyes, slightly stunned.
Something, for him to attract the attention of the dark shadow.
The Holy Son couldn't see clearly, but vaguely felt that something furry had stopped at his feet.
It makes a strange click-click sound, as if it's eating.
Is it Warcraft?
Before I had time to distinguish it, I felt that this furry thing was getting bigger and bigger.
Then, just enough to block his figure.
"What the hell is this?"
Through the strange creature, he heard a young man's whisper.
"Leave him alone, grab the sacrifice."
It's still the same voice, but it's like a self-question.
The tone is also extremely cold, and the previous sentence doesn't seem to come from the mouth of one person.
β......β
The attack of the dark elemental is launched in an instant.
On the bookshelf, countless scrolls turned into powder in an instant.
Tear it upβ
The robe on his body was surrounded by unknown forces, and several openings were cut.
"Pss
The sound of breaking the sky.
"Ah, it hurts..... Damn it! β
The young man let out a low cry of pain and curses as if he had been struck by something.
"What are Ferry doing, how can this kind of thing be put in!"
The point is, this thing can actually hurt him.
"Ah, it smells so good..... It's it, quick, hurry up and grab it for me. β
It's still the same male voice, but the tone is suddenly excited.
It's like coveting this 'monster' that suddenly appeared.
Self-questioning and self-answering, completely different tones and emotions, seem terrifying and weird.
"Clickβ"
In response to him, there was a strange click, click, and sucking saliva, which was unusually clear in the library.
What's going on?
There was something subtle in the Son's heart, and he slowly raised his head, and he couldn't see clearly, but he could feel it.
A strange 'monster' was standing in front of him.
There is no malice, and he takes care of the land for him, blocking the attack.
"Hey, what a coincidence."
The low voice of a teenager sounded in his ears.
The Son's heart was shaken.
In the library, there are other people?
There was a brisk click, and there was a sudden and suspicious pause.
β...... Who? β
A hand, suddenly grabbed his hand.
Slender fingers, falling on the skin on the back of his hand, with a coolness.