At this moment, on the deck of the airship, Cyril was sitting cross-legged, breathing at a very uniform rate, and his body was surrounded by colorful points of light. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It was not until the sun was sinking that Cyril slowly opened his eyes.

Herro, who was looking at the sky and admiring the scenery, noticed the change in Cyril's aura, she turned her head and asked with some concern, "How is it?

Sighing, Cyril reluctantly clenched his tightly bandaged fist, and said with a headache: "No way, the speed of recovery is still too slow." Half a month has passed, and my magic has just recovered to the point where I can barely enter the elite level. ”

"It's okay, the main thing is that the materials are not complete now, and when we get to the central continent, let's purchase a batch of materials to help you refine some potions, which should speed up the healing of your injuries and the recovery of your mana. ”

Speaking of healing injuries, Cyril's current appearance is quite miserable, and to unsuspecting outsiders, Cyril is like a perverted dark mage, the kind of mage who often experiments on himself, resulting in a lot of tragedies.

After all, it was Cyril who looked quite oozing on the outside, he was wearing a pure black close-fitting robe, and his bare forearms and neck were wrapped in bandages.

And he has a strange mask on his face, the mask is pure white all over, with strange black patterns on it, and the only thing that shows is the dark purple eyes.

Cyril is now wearing bandages, robes, and masks, all of which are very special magical items.

Although the effect varies, it is basically to contain the sin mud that keeps pouring out of Cyril's body, and to prevent his body from constantly leaking out of his life force.

However, Cyril's appearance made those who didn't know him know him a little scared, at least on the same airship, the crew responsible for carrying the two of them secretly discussed Cyril's situation every day, which made Cyril feel a little distressed.

After spending two weeks on the airship, the airship has left the confines of the Far North, and the next step is to spend a long time at sea.

Crossing the sea by airship is much safer than crossing the sea by boat, even if it is not the Endless Sea, there are different kinds of rare magical beasts in other seas, and even powerful ancient magical beasts may appear in the sea area.

Finding that Cyril's mood was a little low, Helo, who was lying on the railing, turned around and said to him, "Do you want to come and see the scenery? If you look at it from the sky, the ocean is really beautiful, this is the first time we have seen the sea!"

Looking at the very beautiful Hero reflected in the afterglow of the setting sun, Cyril shook his head and replied in a dry voice, "I'm sorry, I don't have this mind right now, I feel a little too tired." ”

Harrow nodded, she didn't know what was going on with Cyril's situation, which often failed to keep her spirits up, so she could only say, "In that case, then you should rest early!"

Nodding, Cyril stood up and turned to his room, but unlike Harrow had imagined, Cyril wasn't really tired.

After the battle was over, when he woke up from his coma, he realized that something seemed to have changed in his heart.

There's no way to say for sure, but Cyril can be sure that part of himself has changed completely.

It's like he still likes Harrow, but now he feels that liking doesn't mean spending a long time together.

And if it was Cyril in the past, before he was about to leave White City, he would definitely go to say hello to Matthew and the others who had saved him, and say something else.

But before leaving, Cyril didn't say goodbye to them, in fact, Cyril didn't care about them at all.

Of course, this situation is very weird, and it can even be called weird, and Cyril knows this in his heart, but even if he knows that his behavior is a little weird, Cyril doesn't want to change it.

Just like with Helo today, Cyril knew in his heart that when Helo asked him if he wanted to enjoy the scenery together, he would definitely agree.

But just like he didn't say goodbye to Matthew and the others before, Cyril just didn't want to enjoy the scenery with Helo, and he even felt that it was a waste of his cultivation time to stay with Helo and chat.

And it's getting worse by the day, and by the time Cyril realizes something is wrong, he doesn't want to talk to anyone else.

In the beginning, he would still think about talking to Heluo about this matter, but now, he uses his cultivation to escape everything every day and does not communicate with anyone.

"Woo......" Cyril, who was sitting on the bed, suddenly felt a sharp pain, followed by an unbearable itch.

Cyril slipped from the bed to the floor, one hand propped up and down the wooden floor, shivering up and down.

With this itch and sharp pain, the blood in his body began to flow wildly, and as the speed of blood flow increased, Cyril felt a hot sensation all over his body, as if a flame was burning in his body.

Then the hot feeling turned into cold, and it was not a psychological cold, Cyril could clearly see that the bangs that were hanging in front of his eyes actually formed a layer of frost.

At this time, the whites of Ciril's eyes suddenly spread dozens of black marks, which looked very scary.

And his flat skin suddenly bulged out a few irregular bulges, as if something was about to burst out.

"Hah...... Ha ...... took a few breaths, this sudden pain was not the first time, it happened for the first time almost seven days ago.

But he never told Helo about it, and he did plan to tell Helo after the first episode of this situation, but what happened after that made him dispel this idea.

The first time this happened, the pain lasted for about an hour, and after that, Cyril's strength inexplicably increased.

This ascension was not only on his physical body, but also on his spirit, and Cyril's magic and physical strength had recovered very quickly.

But even Cyril, who lacked knowledge, knew that this kind of thing was not a good thing, and if she let Harrow know, she would definitely stop her immediately, and with this thought, Cyril hid this matter for the time being.

There have been four or five such occurrences in these seven days, and each time it lasted longer than the last, and there were more various situations than the last.

From the setting of the sun until the three bright moons hung high in the sky, Cyril felt that this uncomfortable condition gradually disappeared, and the cold air flow in his body disappeared with it.

With his right hand on his mask, Cyril gasped slowly, then he stood up and clenched his fist, feeling the magic in his body that was a little stronger than before, and let out a few chuckles.

"I hope I can return to the strength of the power level before the start of the competition!"

After regaining some strength, Cyril's mood suddenly improved, and he put his hand on the doorknob of the door, and planned to go out on the deck for a while to enjoy the night view.

But as soon as he put his hand on the doorknob, he felt a sense of violence welling up from the depths of his heart, and at the same time, a frenzied voice sounded in his head.

"Kill, kill, blood, flesh, soul, blood, kill!" Cyril let out a low roar as he put his hands on his head.

At this time, the skin on Cyril's whole body began to bulge again, and this time the amplitude was greater than the last time, as if something in his body was about to break the seal.

"Hey, wake up!boy!!" a very loud voice rang in his head, instantly suppressing the crazy voice.

And after the crazy voice disappeared, several black lines crawled out of the whites of Cyril's eyes and slowly retreated.

After a few breaths, Cyril asked weakly, "Lord Gandora?"

"Boy, what the hell are you up to?Why don't you discuss it with that little girl from the beast clan when this happens?" Gandora's voice had never been more serious than ever before in Cyril's impression.

Standing up with trembling legs, Cyril pushed the door open with one hand on the doorknob, and slowly walked towards the deck.

"What's there to discuss, I'll do this myself. Somewhat unsteady as he reached the edge of the deck, Cyril sat down, leaning against the deck railing, looking up at the stars in the sky.

"Boy, your current situation is much more dangerous than you thought, you have no idea what is happening to your body, this matter is not something that can be solved by words or perseverance. Gandora was furious at Cyril's inaction.

If it was the usual Cyril, he would have listened to Gandora, after all, Gandora had helped him countless times, and he was a powerful senior.

But even though he wanted to listen to Gandora's words in his mind, Cyril, who was slightly mentally broken, laughed a little disdainfully, opened his mouth and said: "It's Lord Gandora, you don't know, I know the situation of my own body best, so you don't have to worry about this matter!"

As soon as Cyril said this, Gandora's voice disappeared, and Cyril snorted softly, then turned down vigorously, and lay down on the deck with his limbs relaxed in a large shape, and fell asleep like that.