Chapter 223: The Ceremony

The black one-horned nightmare horse, like the wind, passed through the forest wall that surrounded the city, and the creatures hidden in the forest whispered.

Following Vivien's instructions, Leon walked through to a clearing where he saw a dense white fog through which he could see a valley ahead.

In the middle of the valley was the destination of his trip, the Lake of Avalon.

Needless to say, Lake Avalon is a lake of magic, and the water vapor in the air reflects the aura of magic from time to time.

The surface of the lake is a deep blue, and the smooth mirror surface does not have the slightest ripple, like carefully polished jade, isolated from the world.

Leon subconsciously walked towards the depths of the lake.

The calm of the lake was finally broken.

A splash of water splashed, and the ripples spread to the shore layer by layer, and from under the surface of the lake, a plain white slender hand stretched out.

A strong sense of majesty and dignity emerged from the bottom of his heart, as if this whole lake had once been the palace of a high-ranking existence.

Bang –

"Drink the water of the lake of Avalon, now, immediately. ”

Cecilia's expression was flat, but her tone was very rapid.

She propped up the surface of the lake, gradually revealing the full picture.

It was Cecilia, who stood in the middle of the lake.

The red blood flow was drawn out by the magic sword, and the sword body began to glow red, and then, through the circle of the sword body, it turned into pitch-black blood, and was re-injected into Li Ang's body by the tentacles.

An aberration is taking place, and the process will be irreversible.

Leon got off his mount.

His steps staggered a little, and he could clearly see that the hilt of the black magic sword had many fine tentacles extending out, piercing through the skin on the back of his hand, rhythmically moving like blood vessels.

He already knew why Ghost Rider would die so simply.

Because he is the new evil spirit knight selected by the sword in the stone, the moment he got this magic sword, he was already designated by the magic sword, and the original evil spirit knight was simply abandoned by the magic sword.

Leon squatted down by the lake, his expression was a little numb, his brain was chaotic, he and Skati, almost all of their minds were resisting the erosion of the magic sword.

But he still subconsciously did what Cecilia said, because even if he resisted the erosion of the magic sword on the spiritual level, his body could not bear it.

Leon reached out and took a handful of icy lake water to drink, the cold, sweet water sliding down his throat and into his stomach.

The bloodshot in his eyes quickly dissipated, and they became black and white again—just a mouthful of lake water had curbed the erosion of his body?

Moreover, the original Evil Ghost Knight, but the sealing stone of the magic sword, even if it is eroded, to a large extent, it also curbs the exertion of the power of the magic sword.

But now, the magic sword has been unsheathed, like a tiger out of the gate!

She said, "Come here." ”

Her expression was flat, and she didn't show any shyness.

Leon was finally able to distract himself from what was in front of him.

The first thing he saw was Cecilia's sleek, white body.

He could even see fish swimming happily under the surface of the lake, but they couldn't penetrate the thin ripples on the surface of the water.

He walked towards Cecilia.

"Good. ”

Leon tried to dive into the water, but as he took a sip of the lake, it turned solid to him, hard as ice.

"Am I going to take it off too?"

Li Ang hesitated, after all, according to this logic, human beings are born without clothes.

"Why don't you get dressed?"

Cecilia said, "Elves are born without clothes, and we must be respectful in the presence of this lake that nurtures us—this is the custom of elves. ”

Leon shrugged.

He seemed to be very relaxed, in fact, after the physical erosion was contained, he had already begun to counterattack the magic sword, and the situation was very good.

Cecilia frowned, looked at him, and said in a somewhat puzzled tone: "Do you still have the heart to joke at such a critical juncture?"

"I just respect your customs. ”

Leon felt as if he had passed through a layer of semi-solidified gelatin, and before he could realize what he had been through, he felt cold.

He had reached the bottom of the lake, and the witchcraft to avoid the water had taken effect spontaneously, causing it to be ripped off by Cecilia in no time.

"Follow me!"

Cecilia grabbed Leon's hand and sank into the lake first.

Leon didn't doubt what she was saying and began to inhale, he could feel the cold liquid being sucked into his lungs, but he didn't choke on the water, as if he had gills.

Subsequently, the pitch-black viscous substance was exhaled from his nasal cavity and quickly diluted by the lake water.

"Breathe! as you do on the shore!"

Cecilia said to him.

"Done?"

"Not yet. ”

He could feel that his body was rapidly becoming clean and transparent, and the erosion caused by the use of magic in the past was rapidly fading.

Soon, he could sense that the demonic sword's erosion of him had completely subsided.

Leon's eyes widened as he met the elf's eyes, a step he didn't expect—she was so close that he couldn't break free.

Exactly, he didn't want to break free.

Cecilia snatched the magic sword from his hand and tossed it aside.

Her lake-blue eyes fixed on Leon, then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him upward.

Under the gaze of the fish, they completed the final ritual in this lake of spiritual light.

...

Her skin was as white as if it were transparent, and her golden curls slanted in front of her cheeks, breathtakingly beautiful.

She put his hand on her chest and whispered, "My heart seems to be beating faster." ”

But this is also a kind of luck, otherwise, I don't know how many of the fifteen trialists will be left tonight.

The sound of the water suddenly sounded, and it was very clear in the silence of the night.

The Trialists on the shore had waited for a long time, and the trial was a dead end for them, so Vivien, the Lady of the Lake, promised each of them a sip of the magical waters of Avalon, and allowed them to witness the birth of a new master of the Sword in the Stone.

In fact, the sealing stone of the sword in the stone, that is, the self-destructive consciousness of the evil spirit rider, was unexpected even by Vivien, the lake maiden.

On the calm surface of the lake, a head is exposed.

Bang –

The one-horned nightmare pony, pacing restlessly on the shore, let out a high-pitched neigh, and the people immediately realized that the witcher was about to appear.

Leon climbed two steps up to see the crowd on the shore, and his extraordinary vision made him immediately glimpse the shock and incredulity of people's eyes, as if he had seen the most absurd drama.

This made him subconsciously feel the urge to run away.

Cecilia's body was surrounded by magical aura, and the moment she left the water, she turned into the pale yellow palace dress.