"My bones are all decaying and crumbling, and my heart is turned into wax stone, and my body is dissolved in it. Leave me in the dust of death. The dogs will surround me, and I will be abused by the evildoers! ”

Pray to heaven and ask for shelter for me.

Loneliness and despair, poverty and curses.

Words filled the world with dark thoughts, muffled voices, sorrowful cries, angry roars that could not be heard by ordinary human ears, and then the aggregation of these negative thoughts called out to the cold air.

All of these negative thoughts follow Erica's words.

Temperatures and rain come at the end of the month. Soon, the body felt a biting cold.

"Be my strength, give me help, give me as much as you can! Save my soul from the sword. Save me from the lion's teeth. Save me before the horns of the buffalo! ”

When the ancient saints were dying, they sang to the gods a song of despair and longing as a hymn of praise.

Ordinary people lose their eyesight just by hearing this, and those who are weaker fall down directly. If the person who uses it has the heart, then he can easily curse and kill all the people in the city.

Bolted.

Momentum, like a hurricane.

Even among the beasts, there is no one who can be defeated.

"The singer goes first, the composer walks behind, and in the middle there is a drummer (praecesseruntcantoreseosquiposttergumpsallebantinmediopuellarumtympanistriarum)" (Note: Latin, from Psalms 67-26)

"Ascribe ye power to God. His majesty is above Israel, and his power is in the firmament (dategloriamDeosuperIsrahelmagnificentiaeiusetfortitudoeiusincaelis)" (Note: Latin, from Psalms 67-35)

The low but high chant vibrates like thunder.

Kusra sprinted as she pulled something out of her bosom. A sharp object full of metallic texture is a nail, and it is not a matter of course to be a nail, but in the hands of a monk knight, it is a sacred object that can reproduce miracles.

I saw him drive a nail into his right wrist.

The flesh is open, the blood is wet on the sleeves, it doesn't matter.

This is the reappearance of the Savior, who was crucified. On the occasion of capital punishment. The wounds of the Savior. All of them became objects of faith in that monotheistic religion.

That is, stigma.

Something in the same form will have the same nature - bearing the same wounds as the savior, you can gain the same 'power' as the savior, the supreme secret ritual of the [Dragon Knights].

"It turned out to be like this"

on the city walls. Several rare magicians were dumbfounded.

A chill clung to my heart.

Is this fear? Maybe.

For those who blindly delve into the mysteries of magic that have been passed down from generation to generation. I can't understand the survival of the [Dragon Knights] who were born from nothing. The only thing they can inherit is neither property. It's not magic, it's a spirit of perseverance.

Because you can't get anything, you can't learn anything. Nothing.

They were ascetics, monastic knights who were more humble than any knight.

How the weak survive, Kusra told them with practical actions.

That's right, not plundering or rebelling, but sticking to one's own ideas and beliefs, and trying to restore one's former glory.

Imitate? A very apt statement.

If even the power of God can be reproduced, then what is the life's work of a magician of the God Dynasty? What is a magic family with a deep background? What is the great son of heaven?

"Tsk, the law of idolatry can't think of anyone who can follow this principle to the end."

As long as the shape is similar to the use, a small part of the power of the genuine article can be obtained. This is the basic principle of idolatry.

It was the first time for Ling Yi to witness it in a real sense, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

The 'cursed sword' directly slashed the earth. The magic power released from his body swelled to another level, and Kusra almost covered the entire block by himself. The stigma formed by the secret ritual resonated under the effect of the mana, making the purity even higher, and the 'curse sword' swelled several times, almost three people tall.

The aftermath alone left Erica speechless.

The sheer amount of mana is terrifying.

No, the most outrageous thing is that he is neither a god killer, nor a god, nor a so-called god ancestor, how does a knight's body control such a magic power?

"'Golgotha's Spirit', let me see how powerful it is!"

Kusla dropped a war-like sentence and slashed down with his 'cursed sword' in his aloft aloft.

Although the appearance has become larger, it does not mean that the weight has doubled.

The 'sword' that was originally compiled by the Spirit of Annihilation was more powerful than just now, and it was also more convenient to kill.

So far, Erica can only shoot negative words at Kusra like arrows.

If the opponent was an ordinary person, he should have died on the spot.

If he is shot, it will be difficult for a strong magician to continue to stand.

The spirit of despair turned into a curse of death, trying to numb the heart of his opponent.

Originally, this was a method of blessing the sword, and then continuously attacking the opponent with his excellent action and skills.

However, Erica's instincts told her not to let Kusla get closer, or rather, not to fight him closely.

Gale winds whipped up violently.

Everywhere he went, the earth rotted and the flowers in the courtyard withered.

Pitch black demonic wind. Everything that comes into contact with it is rotten.

Without hesitation, Kusra's 'cursed sword' slammed into the wind of destruction produced by the spirit of despair with a thunderous force.

"Kill!"

High war cry.

The ensuing Tarzan-like mana instantly defeated the demonic wind.

A flash of lightning brought the duel to an end.

**************

The night she was invited to Rome by Erica and dueled.

Face the battle-hardened seniors. Erica was not ashamed to lose by one move, although she was slightly injured, but she recovered after a while under the magic healing.

The representatives of their respective associations said a lot of compliments afterwards, and although it was Kusra who won, they knew who he was fighting against.

Ling Yike was not polite to them, and directly reached out to ask for something.

If it weren't for that artifact, he would have gone all the way to Rome and would have to make a show for others.

Several commanders agreed, claiming that they would send someone to deliver things to the door tomorrow morning.

Afterwards. Ling Yi and Kusla return to the hotel. Halfway through, it was intercepted.

The beautiful silver hair is tied into a single ponytail, and the slender beauty is perfectly combined with the slender and luxurious figure, like the appearance of the moon elf who has descended into the world.

A girl with an atmosphere that is out of reality.。

There will be no mistakes. It is impossible to admit mistakes.

Cute but resolute face. It's like a war otome in Northern Europe. The temperament like frost and snow is refreshing.

A long-sleeved black T-shirt and a small ruffled skirt, as well as black leggings and a blue shawl on the upper body. Blue and black vertical striped top. Except for the color, it is similar to Erica's outfit style.

"O Uncrowned King, [Bronze Black Cross] Grand Knight Liliana. Kranichal begs for your understanding, I wonder if I can delay you a little time, I have something to say. ”

The girl's majestic voice echoed.

Kusla stepped forward without saying a word, raised her hand slightly, and her mana flickered like lightning.

"Wait, Iskol, I don't mean anything."

When the girl saw that Kusra was going to make a move, her heart tightened, and she hurriedly explained.

The momentum weakened a lot all of a sudden.

"Kusla, you go back first, this is my old acquaintance."

Ling Yi spoke.

"Understood."

It's not verbose, Kusla knows the character of his master.

If there is anyone who will suffer, it must be the other party.

Besides, the master said that it was old knowledge.

Old knowledge? Is this beautiful girl? Kusra couldn't help but think crookedly.

Waiting for Kusla to walk away, Ling Yi looked at the girl carefully for a while, with an approachable smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Although I haven't seen him for a while, the changes are extremely limited. ”

Liliana was stunned when she heard this, and immediately felt the other party's gaze linger on her chest for a moment, her face suddenly turned red, and she held back her anger, and said: "Please also ask Wang Shenyan, I am on behalf of the Marquis of Vauban and don't wait, I haven't seen you for a while?" I don't remember when I've seen you, and making fun of knights would damage your reputation, and Iscoqing would be distressed. ”

"Even the way I speak is the same as before." Ling Yi shook his head slightly, and said in a cold tone, "Marquis Vauban sent you." ”

"Yes, long before the appearance of the Gorgon Stone, the Marquis expected that the goddess who pursued the 'serpent' would appear in the world, but after a long wait, the Gorgon Stone, which was already in the bag, would fall into the hands of the Imperial Body. The Marquis meant that there was no reason for the prey to be killed by others, so Liliana. Clanichar implored the Imperial Body to give up the fight for the Stone of Gorgon, otherwise the Marquis's wrath would surely implicate countless people, and even the people of the Imperial Body would suffer. ”

"This is Sasha. Dejansdal. What did Vauban say in person? ”

In the face of the girl's respectful admonition, Ling Yi's voice became colder.

"Yes." Although it didn't feel good, Liliana's fate was like a mountain, and Liliana had to admit it.

"You go back and tell Sù Vauban, and when I get rid of Gascoigne, it'll be your turn next."

Ling Yi said, shook his hand and left.

Only the silver-haired girl was left in place, somewhat bewildered.

"Messed up again. Whew, what an idiot. ”

Liliana was in a daze for a moment, then held her head and blamed herself.

She had originally intended to convince Ling Yi so that the Marquis de Vauban would not be angry. As the saying goes, the wrath of the Son of Heaven floats for thousands of miles, and Vauban is not the emperor but is better than the emperor, in case the two sides fight, it is the people who suffer.

Unexpectedly, things really went in the worst direction.

"Speaking of which, I don't think I've seen that look anywhere, is it delusional?"

Liliana thought inadvertently, and kept her doubts to the bottom of her heart for the time being.

For her, what matters now is to turn things around.

Anyway, let's go back first, and visit again tomorrow morning.

In any case, the king had to be persuaded to give up the Stone of Gorgon, or he would not be able to withstand the thunderous wrath of the oldest godkiller, no matter how powerful he was. (To be continued......)