The green figure that suddenly fell from the sky was an elf who didn't look very old, wearing an emerald green willow leaf armor and a green cloak on his back. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The long light green hair was tied into a neat ponytail, and the elf held a green longbow in his hand, which had only a bow body but no bowstring, and the bow body was inlaid with dozens of colorless and transparent gems like an emerald carving.

However, unable to tell whether the sudden appearance of the elf was friendly or enemy, Cyril struggled to his feet, staring at him with some wariness.

The elf tilted his head slightly, looked at Xue'er who struggled to get up, and said helplessly: "Forget it, what can you do with this body standing up?

Before Cyril could say anything more, the sudden elf flicked his fingers, and Cyril was swept back to the walls by a small whirlwind that had been pulled up from the ground, but the whirlwind was so gentle that it didn't hurt him much.

After landing on the wall, Atrysta and Hero, who were on the side, hurried over to check on Cyril's injuries.

However, it was only then that Cyril was surprised to find that the Sword of Desire, which he had been holding tightly in his hand, was partially connected to the armor formed by this set of black mist, and he had no way to return the Sword of Desire anyway.

"What's going on, Cyril, don't you matter?" asked Atrista, who noticed that something was wrong.

Reluctantly shook his head, if it didn't matter, it would definitely be a lie, just now in order to obtain the power of Gandora, Cyril paid a price that was not a little bit, he could clearly feel the sharp pain coming from all over his body, and the passing vitality.

He placed his finger lightly on Cyril's arm to check his injuries, but as soon as he touched his pitch-black armor wrapped in black mist, Andrista let out a low exclamation and quickly withdrew her hand.

Cyril keenly noticed that the top of Andrista's fingers was stained with a layer of pitch black, as if it had been eroded or burned by the magic of darkness.

"It's okay, don't worry about me, this situation won't last long, it will probably subside after a little longer!" Cyril didn't want to get hurt again, Cyril comforted.

After saying that, Ye Heren turned his gaze to the battlefield, at this time he was quite concerned about the situation on the battlefield, after all, Gandora had described Apophis as too powerful before, which made Cyril feel a little scared.

The elf who suddenly appeared did not look very afraid of Apophis, he clenched the bow in his hand and rushed forward, the ends of the bow were very sharp, and shimmered with an unusually sharp luster.

Apophis' defense, which could easily block the slash of Cyril's Sword of Desire, was nothing to mention in the face of the green longbow.

Each elf's shot caused Apophis to have an additional wound on his body, and instead of blood, a gray mist that looked very sticky came out of his wound.

The gray mist flowed out of Apophis' wound and gradually dissipated into the air, and Apophis's expression became more and more sluggish.

The movements of these two people are not fast, at least now that his strength has dropped a lot, Cyril can easily see the movements of the two of them.

The elf easily dodged each of Apophis' attacks, then kicked him in the chest, sending him back a few steps.

At the same time, the right hand clenched the longbow in front of him, and the left hand gently stretched forward, and an emerald green bowstring glittering with light immediately appeared on the originally empty male bow.

"Hmph, I didn't expect the famous Apophis to be planted in my hands today, this is really pleasant!"

The elf let out a haughty laugh, pulled the bowstring and fired an arrow forward, the emerald green arrow that pierced the sky, and no one present except Cyril and Harrow noticed the power of the arrow.

The moment the emerald arrow demounted, the surrounding natural elements began to converge at an incredible speed, almost pulling the center of the battlefield into a vacuum.

Apophis didn't dodge, he held his thin, pale palm in front of him, and let out a strange low cry from his mouth.

But it seemed that Apophis had underestimated the power of the arrow, and it easily pierced through his palm and shoulder, and a gray mist began to pour out of Apophis' wound.

Covering his wounds, Apophis showed a look of unwillingness on his face, and then took a few steps back, his body twisted for a while, and then turned into a gray-black mist and flew into the distance.

Seeing this, the elf took a step forward, apparently intending to catch up, but then stopped again.

"Forget it, if you push this guy in a hurry, the consequences are really hard to say......" Thinking so, the elf stepped lightly, turned into a burst of green light, and flew back in the direction he flew from.

Heinrich, who had already entered the city and was standing on the city wall, breathed a sigh of relief, he took a few steps back, then sat down on the edge of the city wall, and said with some ease: "In this way, the battle is finally over." ”

Hearing Heinrich's voice, Cyril couldn't help but let out a wry smile, this battle was really too hard, at least Cyril felt extremely tired.

"Ahem...... Ahem, ahem, ahem......" After feeling a sudden burst of burning pain in his lungs, Cyril couldn't help but bend down and began to cough wildly.

Herro crouched down and reached out to support Cyril's body, ignoring her slightly blackened hands, but asked with some concern, "Cyril, Cyril!"

Raising her head, Harrow said to Andrista in a hurry, "Cyril's condition is not good, we need to transfer him for treatment. ”

Andrista, who also noticed that Cyril was doing well, nodded, and she smacked the ground with her staff, and Cyril was held up by the invisible hand of telekinesis.

"In that case, let's go to the cathedral, where the healing effect will be better under the blessing of the goddess of radiance. ”

Although the goddess of radiance is not a god in charge of healing, she still has a strong healing ability as a fighter.

Pushing open the door of the room, Cyril was set aside by the telekinetic hand of the Angelista manipulator, and she turned to Harrow and said, "Heal here, with the blessing of the Radiant Goddess Statue, you can increase the healing effect." ”

As she spoke, Andrista whispered a few incantations, and in the center of the hall, the statue of the goddess of radiance carved from white jade suddenly emitted a faint white light, and this white light condensed into a stream and poured into Cyril's body.

Cyril, who had been wrapped in black gas all over his body, was constantly whispering, but after the light melted into his body, Cyril's roar lowered and turned, and instead there was some rapid gasping.

The armor on Cyril's arm cracked, then cracked, then faded into dust.

Seeing the appearance of the armor on Cyril's arm after dissipating, Harrow covered her mouth in surprise before suppressing her exclamation.

Antrysta's eyes widened, and she said to herself in some consternation, "This, what's going on?"

At this time, Cyril's bare skin looked extremely frightening, the surface of the skin was not only very dry and distorted, but also the color was strangely pitch-black, and the dry skin surface was spread with irregular patterns and burning marks.

Although Cyril was already relatively thin, his bare arms were more than half thinner than Antrysta's, which was no longer within the normal range.

Harrow frowned, and touched Cyril's bare skin with her fingers, and her complexion changed instantly.

"Cyril's body has almost two-thirds of the blood drained, and even the flesh and bones have been stripped of a lot, it should be the backlash caused by the magic he used just now, but this is too serious......"

Helo's face was unusually ugly, and if it weren't for Cyril's own strength, if it weren't for Cyril's own strength, he would have died hundreds of times.

But even so, Cyril's life was running out, and if he left it alone, he would have only about two to three hours left at most.

"In short, after preserving his vitality first, let's find a way to slowly treat the symptoms of backlash!"

After Andrista spoke, she began to chant the incantation, and white light continued to pour into Cyril's body.

Hearing Cyril's much calmer breathing, Andrista breathed a sigh of relief, but Harrow frowned slightly as she placed her hand on Cyril's arm.

She said with a somewhat serious face: "No, although the life force you just instilled through magic has played a role, but Cyril's body is as if it has broken a few big holes at this time, and the large amount of life force instilled in it just now is constantly leaking out." ”

"What?" said Beatriceta's complexion, muttering a few incantations as she pulled off the necklace she had been wearing on her chest, and the goddess pendant on the necklace ignited with white flames.

After pressing the white flame to Cyril's chest, Andrista raised her staff in the air, a strong white glow emanating from the statue of the Radiant Goddess she was facing away.

With the blessing of the white light, the white flame burning in Cyril's chest became more and more intense.

Helo's face was stunned, and he thought in some astonishment: "The fire of life? she is worthy of being a quasi-saint! If it weren't for the fact that this year's saintess is still alive, she must be this year's saintess......

Under the scorching white flames, the black heavy armor that had been covering Cyril's body also began to disappear at a slow pace, but once the leg armor and arm armor were gone, the white flames were extinguished.

The bare limbs were the same as the bare arms before, the skin was dry and twisted, and the burnt black burn marks made Andresta unbearable to look at anymore.

The palm of his hand was not lifted from Cyril's body, Harrow shook his head, and said with a still heavy face: "It's useless, it seems that even the fire of life can't save the current Cyril." ”

With that, Harrow stood up and said as she walked out, "You first find a way to hang Cyril's life here, and I'll go back and get some things." (To be continued.) )