"You should retreat with them, I have my own way."

Agnes stopped in her tracks, casually pressed the gray plaid wide-brimmed hat on top of her head, and turned to look at the emaciated young man who had stopped behind her.

"Mr. Chester has instructed me to join you," Vincent insisted on Angnes with a rare frown, "and then we should take care of each other when we leave." ”

"There are ways to take care of each other...... "Agnes said to Vincent with the corners of her mouth hooked, and said straight as the young man was about to speak, "And I have some personal matters to do in the future, and I don't want you to get involved." ”

"You're following Mr. Chester, and you should know that I have some secrets. These secrets have to do with my background, and I don't want you to get involved in them for the time being. Agnes spoke in a tone of helplessness that bordered on indifference.

"You're so direct." The extremely emaciated young man listened to Agnes's words, was silent for a moment, and finally spoke a little dryly.

Agnes' hand in her pocket stretched slightly, and she shook her head earnestly.

"It's just that I think it's very necessary to make it clear in a lot of cases." Agnes couldn't help but lift the hat on top of her head again, but her face was serious.

"Then I wish you all the best," Vincent couldn't help but smile as he listened to Agnes' words, and nodded at Agnes, "I will leave Blue Mountain Island with the rest of the group, and then transit through the Furious Sea to the Southern Continent." ”

"If you're going to go to the Southern Continent in the future, you can go to Lansana in the Paz Valley to look for me," he said, looking at Agnes, stretching out his palm and tapping his chest lightly, with a slight smile, "If you go there to find me, I'll know." ”

"Alright," Agnes nodded as she watched Vincent's movements, "If you want to contact me, you can summon my messenger directly, her summoning statement is 'Wandering spirit of the upper realms, never-ending follower of the rhythm, messenger of Ella Poyesia alone.'" ’”

Vincent nodded, indicating that he had memorized the phrase.

"It went well." Agnes nodded.

Vincent waved his hand, a little black hair popping out, and then deftly jumped into the woods, almost instantly losing his figure.

"Nightingale," Agnes retracted her gaze and called in a very low voice, "where is Mr. Chester now?" ”

"He went back to Byam," Nightingale said with a hint of confusion in her voice, "and did nothing." ”

Agnes raised an eyebrow, a little thought flashing through her mind.

"It seems that Mr. Chester thinks that the Indulgers will inevitably return to Byam," said Agnes thoughtfully, and then couldn't help but smack her lips at her own speculation, "It's ...... to make trouble in Byam."

"Forget it, if they really do something in Byam, it is impossible for His Excellency the 'Sea King' of the Church of the Lord of Storms to ignore it," Agnes shook her head slightly, "What I need to think about the most right now......"

Agnes thought about how to kill a "living corpse" who had lost her mind after sacrificing her sanity, and she had a hunch that she would be able to complete the digestion of the "werewolf" after completing this hunt.

"Where did that 'living corpse' go?" Agnes asked in a low voice.

"He wandered into the forest after you retreated."

......

"The spirits in the swamp of Oz can support three days without activating the power in it, or make three demigod-level curses in a row, and then they will be consumed by the dark power in it." There was a slight gruffled sound, sounding like sharp objects rubbing against the ice.

"Three demigod-level curses are enough," said a dark voice with a hint of satisfaction, "enough to ensure that our mission is accomplished." ”

"The Son of the Gods needs to be nourished by the pure hatred of the living beings, and we, as servants of the Gods, naturally need to solve the problems of the Son of the Gods."

......

What preparations do you need to make against a "living corpse"?

The most correct answer, of course, is to use some holy water, holy light, holy fire, etc., with divine qualities, to inflict divine damage on this utterly dark creature; Or find a way to summon thunder and lightning to restrain the undead who are soaked in darkness, and then use other means to kill them.

And if neither approach can be used, what approach should be used?

Agnes sighed slightly, the things of the divine trait would not only cause harm to the other party, but also have no less impact on her. Due to her dark nature, extraordinary items with divine qualities will be greatly degraded when used, even if they do not cause damage to herself, and in her current situation, she can only use the "Purification Bullet" without relying on occult means.

And with the defense of the "living corpse", even if the "Purification Bullet" has a bonus to his damage, it still needs to be concentrated in the same place multiple times.

Even if this "living corpse" is not very conscious now, she has also suffered a lot of damage in the previous battle, and it will take a lot of effort for her to deal with it.

If it's just to make the other party out of control, Agnes has some methods, but she wants to be able to use the other party's characteristics to concoct potions, then she needs to let the other party die in a normal state, after all, she can't bet on whether she can suppress the other party's desires by herself can not form a strange seal in a state where the extraordinary person is out of control.

And if you don't choose a method that will make the other party lose control, then the method used must be "normal".

Agnes looked at the girl in a blue and purple dress who appeared beside her, and said softly, "Can you sing the Requiem a few more times later?" I don't want him to feel pain. ”

Nightingale's singing voice can make pain disappear from people's hearts, and based on her previous experience, her singing has no problem having an effect on "living corpses". A creature's perception of pain is a protective instinct, and even if sometimes the creature doesn't care about some injuries, the instinct from the body is innate to respond to these injuries.

Nightingale didn't ask anything, just nodded quietly.

Agnes hooked the corners of her mouth slightly, looked at the black figure slowly wandering in the forest, and slowly showed a little smile.

The blood-colored flower that slowly bloomed in her hand contracted rapidly under the influence of spirituality, and finally completely turned into the appearance of a seed, and she said to Nightingale in a very low voice, "Then let's begin." ”