The sun-drenched sky is clear and blue, with no white clouds fluttering, only a number of small black-dotted grey-feathered birds flapping their wings, and looking out towards the ground from their perspective, it is a gentle hill dotted with lush vegetation and scattered white rocks jutting out of the ground, making this pleasant natural scene even more vivid. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's just that among the 100,000 rock peaks, such a suitable place for survival is generally rarely inhabited, and only vegetarian animals and ordinary beasts that take them as prey are active.

A male lion lazily lies on the grass, yawning in a bloody mouth, unable to lift his spirits until the migrating herds of horned cattle arrive.

But then something special happened, and it faintly smelled the tempting smell of blood in the air, and suddenly rose from the ground, and its greedy eyes calmly searched the living creatures in its field of vision, and soon it saw the strange creature that caught its attention.

It was not the horned ox or wild horse that it was familiar with, nor the leopard jackal that was also a predator, but a two-limbed walking creature that it had never seen before.

The big eyes of the brass bell had a look of confusion, but the male lion quickly shook his head and his predatory instinct became firm, as the top of the food chain in this area, he did not know what fear was.

On such a wide and gentle hill, it is impossible to cover the body, but as long as you do not show an eager side and pretend to approach naturally, the prey's reaction will not be too violent.

The male lion, who has rich experience in hunting and feeding, went around in a big circle according to his previous habits, and soon entered the 100-meter range of the alien creature, and the tip of his nose twitched twice, and the smell of blood became even stronger, but he also instinctively felt a trace of danger.

"Brother, that sneaky lion is so stupid, if you want to eat meat, you can just come up and take it away, our little pet doesn't have the strength to resist now, and it won't have a chance to delay any longer." ”

The girl wore a lace straw hat, her soft silver hair was draped behind her, and her white dress reflected her delicate figure, like a noble lady playing outside, with seductive youthful vitality.

No one could have imagined that she was a pure-blooded bloodline, and a few days ago, she even exerted her power to directly trap the clergy of the entire church in the battlefield of the destruction force.

At this time, she held the arms of the young man beside her with both hands, her delicate and beautiful cheeks were filled with shallow joy, and her eyes were unabashedly revealing her feelings.

Perhaps it was this cheerful mood that kept her from punishing ordinary beasts who dared to enter her sight and provoke her.

"Even if the bloodline has not yet been successfully transformed, the power of the disorder is not something it can afford. ”

The young man raised his eyes to look at the white-robed saint who was soaked red with blood, and his gaze was calm and relaxed, not fluctuating because of the latter's pitiful state or the spring light leaking from the robe.

But the saint who was watching, couldn't help but tremble, buried her head lower, and hugged herself tighter with her hands and shoulders.

She knew very well in her heart the horror of the young man in front of her, even if she didn't usually show any fierce looks, but the cold-blooded ruthlessness of slaughtering the two churches without blinking showed the dark evil of the other party.

"Brother, Illya sees a lake over there, let's take her to wash it. ”

Following the direction of the girl's slender finger, Charon looked up, and a huge sense roared out, until he swept over the hills for more than ten miles before he found the lake that the former was talking about.

"Let's go, then. Charon agreed, and the breeze blew in his face, blowing his slightly messy bangs to the side.

As the three of them turned to leave, the lion that had fallen behind raised the soles of its feet and hesitated for a moment, but finally the desire prevailed over the rare spiritual wisp, and it chose to continue to follow.

Although he won the battle with Baius, Charon still accumulated very serious injuries in his body, and as the other party said, the new power generated by his transformation does have inevitable defects.

In the practice of knights, the spiritual power represented by the will, the physical strength represented by the flesh and body, and the attribute fighting qi stored in the body are often distinct.

Even if the swordsmanship with the added will works together with the fighting spirit to create an illusory artistic conception and increase the attack power, it is only a synergistic effect.

But what Charon at that time showed was to blend them together to form a new force that broke through the old traditions.

At that time, the dark space was not only confined, but what was even more peculiar was that the dark power inside seemed to have its own life, and the reason for this result was only that he poured his will and refined it with his essence blood.

At that time, he followed his instinct to metamorphose, and when the transformation was complete, he strongly believed that his form should be a large dark force, not a human body standing in the air.

This idea is undoubtedly absurd, so after eroding the part of the energy of the "Earth and Heaven", he did not continue to oppress Byus in this way, but chose to return most of his power to the original body.

Of course, this behavior caused him to transform into a titan-like giant, and it was awkward to fight in that position, but fortunately he was able to successfully control the new dark power, and finally exhausted Baius's power.

In the end, he killed the other party directly, instead of staying for interrogation, Charon was also thoughtful, and it was really a fluke that he plucked out some information from the Holy Maiden Marlene, not to mention the Chaos believers who were stronger and more determined.

He was seriously injured at the time, and Illya's blockade of the entire church, coupled with the power to suppress the outbreak of their fighting, was also a lot of attrition, leaving a powerful enemy like Baius who could devour energy undoubtedly buried a hidden danger to his own safety.

So he bluntly obliterated the other side, and in fact the battle was not for nothing, first gaining a deeper understanding of the use of the forces of chaos, and then discovering a new way to confront them on an equal footing.

These had far exceeded his expectations, and he was more concerned about how to solve the hidden dangers of the new kind of power.

.................

At night, there was a fiery red glow beside the lake, which stood out in the darkness, but on this night, the nocturnal beasts seemed to have lost their sights, and did not dare to set foot in the area.

Crackling-

In the process of dripping drops of fat, the burning firewood burst from time to time, and the flames that were blown by the wind shook out a little spark.

Charon swung the lion meat roasted over the fire, and Illya sat sideways, humming softly.

The Saint Marlene, on the other hand, was huddled beside the huge rock in the distance, wisps of white smoke from her exposed skin, and although she had not yet been fully transformed into a bloodline, she had possessed certain blood traits in the past two days, craving blood, and being scorched by the sun.

These effects are not very obvious, but she knows that this is deliberate by the master, just to let her slowly experience the whole process of transforming from a church saint to a blood clan.

Death and despair are not the most terrible, but slowly destroying her original beliefs and passively changing herself is what frightens her the most.

Begin to take each other as the master for granted, and want to kiss each other's shoes, as if there is another self taking the place of the self........

When the former saint silently shed tears for her fate, the atmosphere between the two Charon on the other end also changed.

"Illya...... I've recovered a lot from my injuries, and in two days, I'll be back in the Knight League. ”

The undulating tone of voice, adhering to Charon's usual speaking style, it is difficult to understand the true emotions in his heart.

The light of the fire reflected on Illya, and her mood became a little low, but she snuggled into Charon's arms and whispered, "I know, brother." ”

Charon hesitated slightly, but still reached out to hug Illya's soft body, for this blood sister, he really liked it.

He understands some of Illya's ideas, and in fact he doesn't really resist, but it's not yet time, and they still have to cross some invisible hurdles.

Only by becoming stronger can he break the old rules of this world, and perhaps this is the reason that drove him to move forward a long time ago.......