Ye Ming clearly knew that the earl's body had completely reached its limit, and the injury to his heart was causing his vitality to be lost at an extremely fast rate, and the energy attached to the arrow was as difficult as an appendage, which had a great impact on the healing effect of divine power.

If it weren't for the constant consumption of energy, I believe that the earl's body should have been cut off at this moment. But even such a relentless output could not completely remove that energy.

Ye Ming was ruthless, and slowly pulled out the arrow that pierced his heart with his left hand, and the intense pain stimulated his nerves, almost making his body spasm.

There is no better way.

But even if the arrow was pulled out, the energy was still in the body, enveloping the chest and condensing in the heart, intertwined with his own divine power, and dissolving from each other.

Could it be that the end of Count Carolus is already doomed?

Ye Ming felt a strong sense of guilt for this, if he hadn't been too careless before, he could have taken control of the situation and saved the earl.

And now...

He noticed that the energy came from a familiar being, like the god of the Misty Mountain People, Vigivis? Yes, the shaman who could use his divine power to perform magic at the cost of being drained of his life force and dying!

Memories flashed in his mind, Ye Ming raised his head violently, and stared at the wolf dance, who was trying his best to pull away the giant bow, and on the gradually shriveled and aging arm, he could still clearly see that the lines of the muscles were skyrocketing, as if the bow weighed a thousand catties.

A strong sense of crisis enveloped him!

Although Dancer with the Wolf was aging, his speed was noticeably slower than the shaman he had met earlier, leaving him with even the strength to shoot a second arrow.

"Whoosh!"

The arrow finally broke free of the dragon string, and the huge rebound force even severed the finger that danced with the wolf, and the cut surface was cut in two like a knife.

Even if the distance is 100 meters away, it is only an instant, and the sharpness of the arrow is close at hand!

This arrow was aimed at the skull, and Ye Ming could clearly feel the tingling sensation coming from the center of his eyebrows. Apparently discovering that a shot in the heart could not kill the target, Danced with the Wolf decisively chose a new part.

He was looking at it with expectant eyes, ignoring the blood gushing out of his fingers, and he just wanted to see the towering figure that held the sky with one hand and was like a mountain fall as scheduled, and enjoy the cheers of victory.

But Ye Ming didn't plan to let this brute get his wish.

He calmly stretched out his other hand, and as another holy light descended, a thunderous cry exploded from his mouth: "Holy shield!"

A curtain of light that was only the size of a palm, but was visibly thicker, poured out, like a model of a shield for children to play with, but it was enough to block the incoming arrow!

"Knock !!"

The loud sound of the collision between the two was like the ringing of a bell, and the energy visible to the naked eye was stirred, forming conspicuous ripples in the air, spreading like a breeze blowing a river.

Ye Ming felt a wave of steam rushing towards his face, blowing the cloak behind him and the knights. The women had to put their hands to their foreheads and hang their heads to ward off the sudden strong wind.

"Your Excellency!"

They were stunned by this scene, the horses were constantly neighing, and if it weren't for the knights pulling the reins, these sensitive creatures would have escaped far away to avoid the unknown danger.

The women dressed in aristocratic costumes quickly crawled out from under the belly of the horse, and no one wanted to die tragically under the frightened hooves of the horse, they fell on the snow in panic, the cold chill could not withstand the shock of magic!

Yes, magic!

The long winters and barren resources of the North have made the women who live in this land more sophisticated, and when there is no feast, reading is the only way to relieve boredom.

As a class of intellectuals, unlike the handmaidens and commoners who were simply amazed by the dazzling effects of light and shadow, they were both intoxicated by the power of magic and incredible, and incredible, by the counts who could control it.

"Magic... Isn't it long gone?" someone asked in a whisper and excitedly, and the knights answered everyone's questions.

"The Count is a Templar who worships the god of Nidaya of the Temple of Order, and he is a true God of mercy!" they said wistfully.

This is different from the contempt for Reims, and since the god Nidaya has answered the Count's prayer and is willing to send down the grace of God to save his people from danger, he has already proved to be a worthy being.

"I just don't know if I'll be lucky enough to be a member of the Temple of Order..."The knights looked at each other, and they all read the longing in their eyes.

Thinking that the Earl's figure at this moment may remain in the hearts of these people for a long time, becoming the beginning of another bedtime story, and as a synonym for heroes, it has been passed down from generation to generation in the process of telling it to children, and gradually evolved into a new legend.

It's just that the premise of all this is that everyone can survive!

The earth-shattering collision is still in a stalemate!

When the arrow of unknown material was gradually dissolved by the power of the Holy Shield, only a showdown between the two energies remained! After the dark blue rendered by the Dragon's Tear Gem completely faded, the energy that revealed its true face was gray-white—the energy of Virgivis!

It's that gem!

Ye Ming could tell from its shrinking size that its energy should be being absorbed by Virgilvis, who was believed in by the people of the Misty Mountains, which was the fundamental reason why it also borrowed the power of the gods to use magic, but the rate of life force loss of Dancing with Wolves was far lower than that of the shaman he had come into contact with before.

In the face of the huge energy contained in the Dragon Tears Gem, the god of the Misty Mountain people couldn't look down on the loss of vitality of the Dancing with the Wolf at all, although he would not completely give up the absorption, but at least until the gem was completely absorbed, he would not be in danger of losing his life.

This situation made Ye Ming hate this indigenous god extremely much, and he couldn't wait to pull it out of the unknown space and beat it violently to relieve the depressed sullenness in his heart!

"Mortal enemy!"

He said viciously, and without hesitation, he put Virgilvis on the list of small books in his heart, although it couldn't play a role in solving the dilemma, but it made him feel a little more comfortable.

After all, in his heart, the gem was already in his bag!

"That damn thief!"

Ye Ming gritted his teeth and stared at the gem, his right hand raised the sky, the light curtain that was stretched out was resisting the continuous rain of arrows, and the holy shield shining with golden light in his left hand was colliding with a cloud of gray-white light, and the sunlight that originally brought warmth was a little eclipsed at this moment, as if there were only these two lights and shadows left between heaven and earth.

This pose is very handsome, yes!

But he couldn't free up his hands at all, and could only watch as the gem that could be used to reinvent himself became smaller and smaller, and the energy contained in it was about to be absorbed by Virgilvis's tyrannical celestial objects.

Even the constant warning sound of the chip in his mind became more and more intense, always reminding himself to slow down the speed of energy consumption as soon as possible, after all, his body was shrinking, and there was not much energy left.

But Ye Ming was unwilling!

Even if he knew that he had consumed too much energy - maintaining the Count's life, the Holy Shield that his left and right hands were propped up, and even forcibly controlling the Count's body was all accelerating the consumption of energy at all times!

If this continues, unless he wants to cause the complete collapse of his ontological form, once the consumption value reaches a critical point, he will have to regretfully choose to give up, which means that he will gain nothing, waste so much energy in vain, and have to take the lives of the Earl who is the chief knight and the rest of the Ravenstonians!

Something has to be done to break the deadlock!

For a moment, Ye Ming even thought about stopping the energy output of the light curtain above his head, ignoring the life and death of these mortals for the time being, and first finding a way to kill the dance with the wolf and get the dragon tear gem in his hands.

But look at the eyes of these people.

The knights' eyes were full of adoration, the women had long since stopped crying, and the emotions in the eyes that looked at him were full of worry...

All the people were looking at themselves, Ye Ming could feel that the earl's spiritual imprint was shining brighter and brighter, which meant that these people's emotions were not the slightest bit of false truth, and even the light emitted by the divine pattern on his chest had become substantial, and suddenly gushed out from the blood hole that had been penetrated, and the silver light was shining!

He looked at this light that filled his vision with surprised eyes, and from the information transmitted by the divine pattern mark, Ye Ming felt the earl's attachment and desire for life, but immediately after the next moment, the fluctuation suddenly disappeared! The brilliant silver light only bloomed for a moment and then converged instantly, and together with the divine pattern mark, it turned into a ball of light and poured into the darkness along the spiritual channel.

The Count is dead...!

Even though his body was not cut off under Ye Ming's support, his soul had completely detached from his body. Obviously, noticing Ye Ming's embarrassment and helplessness, in order to no longer burden him and provide assistance, the earl voluntarily chose the way of martyrdom.

Yes, martyrdom!

Just as he wished, he bloomed his last light. Then embrace the darkness and give everything to the God you believe in!

Ye Ming could feel that as his soul was brought into the mysterious space, the energy that was originally consumed at all times because of forcibly occupying his body stopped out, and a light cluster that was even larger than his own floated quietly beside his body.

That's the soul of the count!

The energy he carried was so huge that when it took the initiative to merge with Ye Ming's body, the surging torrent silenced all sounds, whether it was the hustle and bustle in reality, or the rapid warning sound of the chip in his mind, it disappeared abruptly like a jam, and the memory fragments that followed suddenly pulled Ye Ming into the earl's memories...