Qi Meng sat in the hotel room, everything in the room was corroded by the gray gas emitted from his body, he concentrated his mental power to probe his soul, dozens of resentful souls did not disappear, but turned into dozens of curses that continued to erode his soul, the eroded part was completely black, and the demon's soul was presented in the same color, when his soul completely turned black, he was another humanoid demon, however, the good thing is that this part of the eroded soul began to produce a steady stream of negative energy, although it affected his mood, but it also made him easier to control。 Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Through the power of the curse, he sensed the breath of several souls walking through the street outside the hotel, and silently recited a cursed incantation in his heart, and the owner of one of the souls, an unlucky gentleman who was showing his grace and demeanor to a certain aristocratic lady, suddenly screamed, and then fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth, and whimpered for his life.

The gangster is very satisfied with his proficiency in controlling the power of the curse, in the past his curses will always make people die from the black flame of the curse, but from now on, he already has the ability to control comparable to the master of the curse, of course, this is not that his attainments have reached the same level as them, but a soul that has begun to fall, a quick affinity for the power of the curse, of course, the result of using the curse is that every time he uses a curse, the curse that erodes his soul will speed up by one point.

As for the backlash of the curse, Qi Meng still didn't believe that just because Morodis was a demon, he could completely exercise the curse, just because the object of his curse was an incapable ordinary person, and the weak backlash could not have much effect on him, which did not mean that he did not have to bear the backlash now.

Morodis must have this secret in him, and the thugs know it very well. Maybe when he gets the answer from the demon, he can also have a new understanding of his own body, the curse from Bethro and Manqi, when those resentful souls are still in captivity in this curse, Qi Meng through them every time they release a curse, their negative energy will grow this curse, but so far this curse has not completely exploded, and it has already been "Gray Power" After reading it, Qi Meng knew that this was a continuous curse, and all of them who would issue such a curse were curse masters, from the man named Bethro, and as for more about this curse, Qi Meng was still confused.

The morning sun shone on the vast snow, giving a little warmth to the commoners of Moga, who was busy clearing the snow in front of their houses, and from time to time he would be sneezed by the cold wind blowing, and the wine, the fiery spirits were winter pets, and they drank the spirits, red noses, and did not forget to sing hymns in praise of the light, although the church of light in Moga was empty, and the godfather and the knights of light there had evacuated early, and only they remained in their homeland, because they were protected by the nobles, and they were convinced that their nobles would fulfill their responsibilities well.

Early in the morning when the sun had just risen, they began their work, and as Brooklyn walked through the streets, they greeted their nobles in various forms and expressed their optimism about the situation, and the Earl, who was unaware of the war that was coming in a few days, saw in this cheerful atmosphere the hope of Moga, and after his customary speeches, he inspected the fortifications of Moga, and now stood on top of the castle tower and gazed into the distance covered with snow, and said to the knight beside him" Come, let me see the weapon from the Keton Empire, how powerful it is. ”

The knight nodded, lifted the gray cloth beside him, a three-meter-long black monster, revealing its face, between the two giant wheels, raised a tube with a diameter of one meter wide, the back of which was engraved with magic symbols, three sixth-level magicians were called here, and injected all their magic power into the black monster, and then, a large number of magic elements in the air were absorbed by the magic symbols behind the tube, and the opening of the front section of the tube made a buzzing sound, and the city tower trembled, and in a loud noise, a white light rushed out of the tube and fell into the forest ten miles away, only to see the white light burst, and the white light fell to the ground, a radius of tens of meters has been replaced by a large circular pit.

A remnant storm came, the Count covered his clothes, and when the impact passed, his eyes burned, and he reached out to the magic cannon called 'War Monster', his trembling hand caressed the magic cannon like a child of his own, and said, "One hundred thousand gold coins, one hundred thousand gold coins, it's worth it, with it, it won't be long before I can even regain my lost territory!"

The three magicians, who had completely lost their magical powers, interrupted the Earl's ecstasy with their feeble moans, and Brooklyn glanced at the three of them, and said, "It's a pity that the price is too high, it takes all the magic power of three sixth-level magicians to launch it once, and it won't take a few times, and this cannon will be scrapped." With that, he ordered the three knights to send the magicians down.

The confident Earl, more than a month after the sense of crisis came, regained his self-confidence, and after seeing the magic cannon, he returned to the Earl's Court with his confidence with satisfaction.

At this time, Morodis's magic array was finally completed, and the entire cellar was filled with a large amount of dark energy, even in the sunny day, he still couldn't see his fingers, but the demon looked at the magic array on the ground with satisfaction, only he could see that the magic array under the cover of this darkness had begun to release dark energy unconsciously, and these dark energy penetrated the ground, covering the bottom of the entire Moga, and it was still penetrating farther away.

Now there is only a lack of soul and blood, and the door to sacrifice can be opened.

The demon moved his somewhat stiff body, slowly got up from where he was sitting, and walked into the center of the magic circle, all he had to do now was wait.

Between the Keton Empire and the Pirosa Empire, there is not only a Duchy of Uli, including Uli, a total of four Duchies, two kingdoms, among which in the Duchy of Normans, one of the most tragic wars is taking place, the Knights of Light and the Knights of the Norman Grand Duke are the suppression party, and the other side is the rebel army united by many nobles and heretics of the Norman Duchy, the two armies have been facing each other on the vast plain for more than half a month, and in half a month, the blood of the dead knights of light and heretics has made the grassland full of blood.

The archbishop of the principality, personally overseeing this war, when the attack horn of the Knights of Light sounded, more than a hundred light mages flew from the rear of the knights of light to the top of the knights, chanting the blessing spell of light, and by the dawn of dawn, they continued to descend on the armor of the knights of light, and they let out a terrifying roar, charging the enemy in front of them.

Under the impact of the heavily armored knights of the Knights of Light, the pagan team wearing white robes and gray leather armor was torn open, and the Bright Knights quickly poured into the pagan team through this gap, and quickly spread, the front of one of the squads, a handsome young man, indifferently brandished the spear in his hand, the light fighting spirit shone dazzlingly on this spear, and every pagan who was stabbed by the spear would quickly be swallowed by the white fighting flames.

Blood kept splashing on his face, but Yemeng's eyes were only cold, and there was only one figure reflected in his eyes, the leader of the pagan squad he was fighting with, an eighth-level martial artist, who was slaughtering three knights of light at the moment.

The magicians among the pagans, constantly releasing various types of magic, launched attacks on the knight of light, the magic ball whistling in the ears of the night mask almost flew close to his neck, the spear in his hand was raised high, when the leader dodged the attack of a knight of light, he shot suddenly, just like when the tomb assassinated the high-level knight without hesitation, however, the power of this spear is countless times stronger than the original, it completely blasted the body of a heretic into two pieces with light fighting energy, and stabbed into the lower abdomen of the leader, but unfortunately Yemeng's fighting spirit is only level seven, and it has been consumed by the body of the person in front of him A lot of power, this blow is not fatal。 The other party swung his sword angrily, stabbing straight towards his heart, Yemeng twisted his body slightly, and used the opponent's sword to penetrate his armor and shatter most of his shoulders, puffed up his fighting spirit, and fought hard, the silver spear came out from the opponent's back, and broke along with his spine, as he slowly drew the spear, the heretic fell to the ground and died, and the night blindfold showed pity in his eyes, and said, "May the God of Light forgive you for the sin of faith." ”

Before the words fell, several magic balls attacked, and the armor behind Yemeng was frozen with the first magic ball, and with the subsequent hits of several magic balls one after another, the armor shattered, and several ice spikes pierced his back, and under the wounds caused by these ice thorns, there were many shocking scars, large and small, each in its own shape.

As the Knights of Light continued to pour in, the disorganized infidels began to flee in all directions, but at the same time, another contingent of infidels rushed into the battlefield from one end of the plain, and the archbishop, seeing this, ordered all the Knights of Light to retreat.

The Knights of Light, who had not had time to return to the evacuation ranks, were quickly overwhelmed by the ranks of the infidels.

A fortress on the plains, where the Knights of Light are stronghold, where the retreating Knights of Light have been repaired, and these Knights of Light never question their faith because the light is blocked, but think that it is because the light is blocked, and they are glorious when they remove obstacles.

On this glorious road, the new star that shines at the moment is Yemeng. The archbishop himself performed a blessing spell on Yemeng to heal his wounds, and said gently, "Pious believers, you have made many feats on the road of spreading the light, and if you count them, you have redeemed four hundred and thirty-three infidels, and among the many candidates for the Holy Son, you have made the first meritorious service for the God of Light. “

Yemeng didn't have any happy expression, only reverently said, "I will give whatever light needs." ”