A funeral procession was passing by on the side road. At the front of the procession was a man in his thirties, wearing a white robe with a Viscount medal on his robe. His face was full of sadness, and behind him followed A group of people dressed as farmers, including four farmers, were carrying a coffin, and faint cries could be heard inside the coffin.
Silanberg slowly stepped out of the carriage and frowned at the funeral procession. The nobleman on the fork in the road also saw Silanberger. The education his privilege brought to him was enough for him to understand what the priestly robes Silamberger wore represented. The nobleman could not help but be stunned, and the farmers behind him also stopped. They stood down and whispered among themselves.
"Excuse me, who is in the coffin?" Silamberg asked loudly.
"My lord, he is my son." The nobleman replied respectfully.
"Then you are going to..."
"Sir, my son has contracted a serious disease. The doctor in the town said that there is no way to treat it and he can only live for a few days at most. I can't bear to see my child suffering from the disease, so... so I thought..."
"Nonsense!" Silamberger's face turned cold: "Open the coffin and let me take a look."
"I understand." The noble showed a look of surprise and joy, turned around and shouted: "What are you still doing? Hurry up and put the coffin down, pry open the coffin, hurry up!"
"This old magician is spreading the glory of the God of Light again." Buzuliano smiled: "Let's go down too."
An Fei and others had different expressions. In fact, in order to expand their influence and recruit more believers, every religion claims that it can relieve people from the pain of illness. The followers of the Goddess of Nature have also done the same thing. Strictly speaking, Buzureano is also a magic stick, but he doesn't talk about the goddess all the time.
soon. The coffin was pried open, and the crying paused, and then became extremely loud, as if crying to protest the abandonment he had suffered. Silanberg walked over slowly, and there was indeed a child lying in the coffin, his whole body wrapped in black linen. Only a small face was exposed, with a bluish-white complexion, and the cheeks were so thin that the face was covered with wrinkles.
"How old is this kid?"
"More than a year old."
"You are so cruel." Silanberg sneered.
"Sir, I really can't help it. I only have this one son..." The nobleman replied timidly with bitterness on his face.
Silanberg bent down and gently took the child out. A kind smile appeared on his face. One hundred beautiful words are not as good as one practical deed. This truth was understood by Ramberg, and it was clearly stipulated in the doctrine. Priests traveling around the world will do their part when encountering such a thing.
An Fei jumped out of the carriage after Buzuliano, and first glanced around. Then his eyes turned to Silanberg. Suddenly, a little yellow thing caught An Fei's attention. After merging with the heart of nature, his vision became very sharp. Even if the mysterious induction was not triggered, he could He could see things very far away. At this moment, he could clearly see that the child had a layer of calluses on his heels, and they were calluses!
In the blink of an eye, An Fei's figure had already rushed forward, and he shouted angrily: "Be careful!" Before he finished speaking, the air elements condensed in An Fei's palm at an extremely fast speed, and then An Fei struggled to hold the The elemental gun is projected out.
Although Silanberg is a priest of light who is not good at close combat, his reaction speed is also extremely fast. Hearing An Fei's warning sound, Silanberg raised his arms and threw away the child in his arms without hesitation. He went out, but at the same time, the child's face showed a cunning and proud smile that only adults can have. A bit of cold light cut through the black linen and pierced Silanberg's heart.
Blood splashed, and Silanberg was already injured. He staggered back, and the weird child was actually suspended in the air, trying to chase Silanberg. The elemental gun that pierced the sky and screamed came for the soldier. Lamberge bought a little time, and this time was enough. A layer of light shield appeared out of thin air and enveloped Silanberg. In front of him, dense vines appeared, and some of the vines swayed and curled. Toward the child, another part tangled together to form a green protective net, which was the magic unleashed by Buzuliano.
"How could this happen? You...you are not my son! You are..." The noble suddenly jumped up.
The child circled around, bypassing the entanglement of vines and plants, and passed by the noble. In the cold light in his hand, the noble's head rose into the sky.
The farmers attending the funeral were dumbfounded, but their knowledge was very limited, and the child didn't bother to attack them. His figure floating in the air swayed, and he quickly jumped into the air, once again avoiding the entanglement of vines and plants. Escape into the distance. But just as he activated his figure, another wisp of sharp wind came. The child turned around and waved the dagger in his hand to block it, just in time to block the arrow that shot like lightning, but the wind blade attached to the arrow passed through. , shot the child's body, the light blue light
A hazy layer of something disintegrated the Wind Blade's attack.
The child suffered a disadvantage because he was too small and had limited mass. Although the wind blade did not cause any damage, it made his body roll involuntarily in the air. When he regained his balance, he saw An Fei and An Fei more than ten meters away. The long bow in An Fei's hand has been drawn again.
"Stay." An Fei said indifferently.
The child's body froze. Whoever moved first at this time would be at a disadvantage. An Fei shot first. The child might avoid the arrow and run away. The child who moved first would be likely to be hit by the pursuing arrow. Severely injured, the magic shield was destroyed in the previous attack, and he no longer had anything to rely on.
At this moment, Susanna, who was trapped in fighting spirit, pushed forward from the side, while Buzuliano stood coldly behind An Fei. He disdained the siege, so he only released magic once from beginning to end. A strange and sharp light flashed in the child's eyes, and a wave that was imperceptible to the naked eye swept towards An Fei. An Fei remained motionless, and the arrow on the string was still pointed firmly at the child's chest. This level of mental attack had no effect on him at all.
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There was pain in the child's eyes, and he swayed and fell to the ground involuntarily. The pain of mental backlash made him temporarily lose the ability to control himself. At this moment, Susanna's sword drew an arc in the air. The shape-shaped trajectory pierced the child's shoulder. An Fei also let go of his hand, and the arrow shot out.
The child let out an unwilling scream. Unfortunately, this sound could not be used as a weapon to hurt the opponent. Susanna's long sword had already penetrated the child's left shoulder. The tyrannical force caused the long sword to penetrate the opponent's body, and then passed through the opponent's body from the right. The shoulder pierced through, and An Fei's arrow also hit the child's chest, creating a large bloody hole in the left chest.
"Let's go, go back along the original path, let's go now!" An Fei put the long bow back into the space ring, turned around and shouted.
"Wait...bring his weapon." Silanberg said in a low and depressed voice, and then added: "Be careful."
An Fei was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward and grabbed the sword from Susanna's hand. He swung the sword down and cut off the child's arm. The tip of the sword was at one point and pierced the child's right hand. Since Silanberg said to be careful, she must not be careless, and it was not appropriate for Susanna to do such a cruel thing.
The four accompanying druids had already rushed forward and supported Silanberg on the left and right. Unfortunately, Silanberg did not appreciate it and pushed the druids away. He stood there stubbornly, as a peak figure. A strong man has his own pride. Even if he is injured, he is not willing to rely on others for help. The priest's robe that was ripped open on the chest revealed a gap, and one could vaguely see Silanberg's well-maintained muscles. Strangely, the muscles at the wound were constantly changing colors, sometimes becoming black, and sometimes becoming black. became pale again.
An Fei walked over with his long sword, and Silanberg silently took off the dagger from the corpse's hand, with a complicated expression on his face: "It's Anacita, this is her revenge."
"Is it the Cursed Fang!?" Buzuliano also recognized the dagger.
"I blame me for being too careless." Silanberg said with a wry smile: "I only think of the necromancers, but forget those assassins who are willing to associate with the devil."
"Sir, time is running out, we should go back immediately!" An Fei said softly. If fighting the necromancer, Silanberg will definitely be the main force. In the country of mercenaries, An Fei has seen countless The zombies were reduced to ashes under the magic of Silanberg. Now that Silanberg is injured and the future is worrying, An Fei doesn't want to take the risk.
"No." Silanberg shook his head: "You don't understand Anacita. We can't go back now, we can only move forward."
"Forward?" An Fei's eyes turned to Buzuliano.
"The old magic stick is right." Buzureano said calmly.
"What? An Fei, are you scared?" Silanberg smiled: "Don't worry, such a curse can't affect me."
An Fei breathed a sigh of relief. He could see that the wound on Silanberg's chest was about seven or eight centimeters long. The wound was not deep but not shallow either. However, Silanberg should have cast some kind of light. Due to the magic of the system, the blood flows out very slowly. In any case, such an injury is not considered minor, but what Silanberg cares about is not the injury, but the curse. One can imagine how powerful that curse is.
In fact, there are countless people in this world who have the talent to become the pinnacle of power, but most of them have fallen on the road to becoming strong due to various reasons or mistakes. Those who have survived stand at the top of the pyramid. Human beings are all the elites among the elites. The hardships and dangers they have experienced are unimaginable by ordinary people. Negative factors such as deception, traps, trauma, etc. will not only not affect their state, but will inspire a fighting spirit like a rainbow. , at this moment Silanberg and Buzuliano showed the pride that only the truly strong can have.