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Cesima frowned, the muscles in his shoulders and back tensed, and Mr. Z, who was slightly inferior in sequence and spirituality, was suddenly suppressed.

Maria, of course, knew that the other party could not sit still, but just as she was about to use the "bribe" again to make the other party lose the idea of resisting, her mind was strangely dizzy for a few seconds, and she froze uncontrollably.

The luck that Ademisol managed to give me is now exhausted?

Maria suddenly realized why she was feeling dizzy, but then, as if her state had suddenly plummeted, she felt exhausted and uncomfortable as if she had been spiritually exhausted for a short period of time, and the edges of her body were blurred, and strange shadows appeared.

Does the Night Path have the effect of luck and fate? She thought to astonishment that it was no wonder that good fortune was being consumed so quickly!

"Damn."

In the shadows of a corner, feeling his flesh magic retreating under the power of tranquility, Mr. Z, who was hidden, thought angrily - "If I had been in better shape and applied for a promotion this year, maybe it wouldn't be like this now!" ”

At the moment when the faces of the newborn people on his shoulders froze, Crestai Cesima swung his bone sword violently, and dug up the affected flesh and blood on his body! The flesh and blood struggled to fall unwillingly, and in the process of falling, they were completely dissipated by tranquility and spirituality, and turned into ashes. Immediately afterward, Cecima's expression distorted slightly, his ribbed clothes seemed to be raised by something, and his bloody shoulders stopped bleeding for a short time, but strangely grew some black hair.

Even the legs and arms of the hands that had been in the previous battle seemed to have returned to normal, back to almost their original state!

"You deserve my utmost respect."

His voice also became a little strange, like the roar of some kind of beast.

Crestai Cesima didn't feel angry, the more the battle pressured him, the calmer his heart and mind became, and the wound now had a faint stinging pain, like a still warm soldering iron on the back of the "Sword of the Goddess".

The bone sword in his hand, which originally emitted a glimmering light, suddenly exuded a cold aura, this seemingly fragile bone should have been full of gaps and cracks in high-frequency battles, and it was broken in a certain impact, but in fact, there was an indescribable power that filled the whole body of the bone sword, supporting it, and even making it indestructible and extremely sharp.

Crestai Secima's momentum also changed abruptly.

As if a candle flame had been gently blown out, the world around her darkened, and Maria noticed the changes in the environment out of the corner of her eye. Having worked with the Aurora Society for many years, she could tell the difference between "shadow" and "darkness" at a glance, and the hermits of the Aurora Society would create a special shadow, just like their flesh magic, which had a strong devouring and corrosive ability, and even light could not pass through.

But the darkness in front of us was different, even ordinary.

It's like some corners of daily life without light, rooms without lights, and night roads without candles. It's like a small alley that you stumble upon while walking on the road, there are no gas lamps in the alley, and there is no light source, and you stand in the dim light of the street lamp, and the alley is dark and deep, giving people infinite fear, as if it leads to another world.

Is this what the holy thing really is?

Maria's gaze was uncontrollably drawn to the bone sword that had become dark, and she was not intimidated by Crestai Cessima's momentum, but she was also vigilant rather than arrogant, and the battle that had been fought to the death became solemn again.

The breeze blew into the room, and Crestai Cesima walked up step by step, holding his sword in both hands, hanging diagonally at his side.

The blade seemed to become extremely heavy, and he had to hold it in both hands, each movement more powerful than before.

The world became darker and more uncertain, and the night pressed down on her.

Mary stared at the green eyes of the Goddess's Sword, and a breeze blew through them. In the faint glow of the gaslight, the shadows cast by the two of them on the wall twisted violently, sometimes staggering, sometimes separated, fighting fiercely on the wall like their masters.

Sometimes, the movement of one of the shadows slowed down, and the other immediately took advantage of the victory to pursue, but in the next moment, the light and the thin shadow of the light brought up by the swing of the holy sword flickered into a single piece, and the power and distortion of the doom intertwined, and the sharp blade slashed through the blockade.

The power of the bone sword is fully activated, and the advantage of being compatible with the holy object is that it can minimize the negative effects and maximize the power of the seal itself. Crestai Cesima wielded a pure white bone sword, his pace and attack speed became faster and faster, his pupils were erected, his center of gravity was gradually lowered, and the vitality given by the holy relics corresponding to the "Night Watch" simply became a fortress with a strong desire to attack, and Maria's "bribe" repeatedly collided with "doom" head-on, and she only succeeded in two of the thirteen bribes without the blessing of good luck!

In this case, the "Barbarian's" melee skills are also limited, and it is impossible for her to really use her flesh and blood to collide with a Sage-level seal all the time!

Occasionally, her fist or palm would strike the side and back of the sword with precision, making a loud metal crash, but it wasn't a long-term solution. Maria knew very well that if she couldn't defeat Crestai Cessima, Mr. Z would be just meat on the chopping block. She had to defeat the man, or temporarily incapacitate him before she had a chance to leave. However, she also knows very well that although it seems that she is still evenly matched now, in fact, she has no hope of defeating the other party at all!

Maria had only a very slight advantage over Crestai Cesima, and this advantage was the rule she had established in the Eastern Side, and this advantage of hers without the seal could be overshadowed by a relic with almost no negative effect.

So, Maria guessed that there would probably be no reinforcements.

If Ademisol is lucky, then he will definitely come back after everything here is over, if it has been more than ten minutes and no one has come to help, then it proves that Mr. Z's message is blocked and may not be passed on at all......

…… Or in the straight line distance from here to the location of the Dark Sage, there is not a single living secret prayer person.

And the situation is slipping further into the worst place.

Wriggling pieces of flesh the size of thumb caps were hidden in Maria's sideburns, like a pool of bright red jelly with two small, one large and three irregular holes scattered on it. At this moment, these small holes are strangely twisted, like the face of a person.

"Ma'am, I can't hold it anymore......"

The lump of flesh fused with Maria's skin and turned into a pimple the size of a mosquito pack, but it didn't itch, suck blood, and don't hurt. The three small holes on the piece of flesh, which symbolize the eyes and mouth, twist into a pained expression and make a small sound.

"If you can't hold on, you have to hold on, you've done a good job." Mary whispered, "But it's going to hold on a little longer......"

With that, she simply twisted the wound on her waist and abdomen, forcibly connecting the broken blood vessels and musculature together, and then went to see Crestai Cessima, who had almost completely turned into a monster covered in thick hair.

"Wolves."

She said suddenly.

"Werewolf."

"Yes, wolf."

Sesima replied with a low roar, several flesh tentacles hanging from his waist, and the beast's roar formed a human-like pronunciation.

"You're going to turn into a monster."

"And you're going to die."

Maria wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, not knowing whether it was painful or weak: "Does this make sense?" I don't know why I'm fighting you, there's no such blood feud between us, I'm not your enemy, but you're going to kill me even if you get out of control. ”

The "Goddess Sword" lifted the bone sword in his hand, pointed forward, and let out an unformed roar in his throat:

“…… That's the meaning. ”

The lawyer sighed, and her defense really didn't work.

Things have developed to such an extent that there is nothing to hesitate about.

Maria will never sit still, she does her best to drive her body, squeezing the last trace of strength out of flesh and every cell, she has no seals, and her extraordinary abilities are not dominant, she can only make up for it with her combat skills as much as possible, fortunately she is experienced in brawls. Crestai Cesima swung his blade with the same ferocity, his movements limping, for any more abuse of the power of the sword to repair the broken bones and damaged internal organs would only make him more like a monster, his breath was bloody, and the broken ribs pierced into his abdomen.

The bone sword was raised diagonally from below, and Maria quickly stepped forward and twisted around, the tip of the sword leaving a hideous scar on her arm, but her fleshy palms were pressed together into a knife, still stabbing forward.

The figures of the two of them were close to each other, and they had long since given up the extraordinary abilities of bells and whistles, and those were already less important auxiliaries. The final outcome can only be determined by the battle.

Soaked in blood, two pairs of similar eyes carried the same madness and determination.

The other side.

Mr. Z painfully turned into a puddle of flesh and blood and fused into the shadows, his facial features, limbs and internal organs completely scattered, and his whole person was as shredded as if he had been run over by a giant wheel a dozen times. His eyes were near his lungs, watching his lungs rise and fall, watching the dense alveoli congested and bursting, and then, a slightly heavier breathing came from his throat next to his ears, and the smell of blood gradually appeared in his mouth and tongue where he didn't know where he had run, and then his heart raced, and he began to cough - all messed up, but still working normally.

Because countless strange and crazy hallucinations erupted in front of his eyes and mind, even the devout believers who listened to the whispers of the real Creator from Sequence 9 to Sequence 6 could not bear it, because these hallucinations were not only dangerous, but also many of the beautiful parts he longed for.

Wonderful, wonderful...... When I was pulled up from the mud by the oracle and led to participate in the Aurora for the first time......

At the time of killing...... In times of fear...... When I was worried that I wouldn't be able to advance to Sequence 8 in one year......

…… When bathed in warm sunshine...... When the children in the chapel with the faith in the Lord recite the epic story......

At the time of brutally killing betrayers and sacrifices...... When you pray in front of the statue of the Lord bathed in blood after completing the task......

After being assigned to the eastern side of Beckland, he was intimidated by Maria's power and tried to build a good relationship with her...... After the Lord restored the radiance...... When those workers show admiration, respect, and not fear for themselves......

Countless fragments of images flashed quickly before his eyes, as if he had experienced countless lives and deaths in a very short period of time.

The members of the Red Glove also know that believers in the True Creator are often mentally tenacious to the point of unimaginable, and can even be said to be the first in the acquired strength of the twenty-two paths. Therefore, instead of trying to make Mr. Z sleep to death with gentle hallucinations and peaceful songs, they launched an extremely violent nightmare attack, intending to directly crush the powerful spirit and tear apart the other party's memories and spirits in the dream.

"Lady's ......"

His mind gradually stiffened, his existing memories gradually filled with a huge amount of false information, and he clearly knew that this was what it was like to be invaded by nightmares and gradually die, but he could not resist, and his mind began to falter.

Suddenly, there was a tingling pain in his mind, a feeling familiar to him, the feeling of a part of his body being destroyed.

Someone spotted me? Someone attacked me? Mr. Z's shattered will barely coalesced, and his flesh and blood eyes opened, observing the situation around him—who had found my place, who was it? What part of my body was destroyed?

Breathing stopped instantly, and an invisible hand grabbed Mr. Z's throat.

He saw the two figures slowly falling, the tip of the broken bone sword piercing the wolf-like man's throat, and the middle of the bone sword piercing through Maria's heart.

"Ma-"

His mind boiled for a moment, and it was completely crushed in this moment, all the pain and the good memories were all mixed together, and Mr. Z fell back sharply, his flesh and blood squirming, and his willless body threw itself out of control in all directions.

The Red Gloves quickly leapt out of the shadows, some to control the runaway flesh and blood, and some to rescue the "Goddess Sword".

"Your Excellency Cesima is still breathing!"

"Thankfully, the relics have boosted his vitality...... Oh my God, the relics are broken! ”

"There are no extraordinary properties to precipitate...... The relics show no signs of excreting extraordinary properties! Your vital signs are also stable! - Hurry! Send Lord Sesima back! Maybe there will be salvation! ”

"Remember the extraordinary properties of the Cultist."

"Yes!"

A group of people quickly made an improvised stretcher and left with the werewolf monster, leaving the red gloves to clean up the scene, paused and asked, "What is the code name of this Aurora Society's oracle?" ”

The red glove who walked in front turned his head and thought for a while with a frown:

"It doesn't matter, let's deal with it first, just go back and see which oracle is missing!"

TBC

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There is a sharp sword that will pierce your heart.

(End of chapter)