The knife flashed, but did not cut off the right arm.
Just before the blade touched his skin, a calm yet solemn voice sounded in Shinji's mind.
He had heard this voice once a few months ago. It was the appearance of this voice that made the relic no longer silent.
"There is the Supreme Hua Wuliang, who casts Huaguang, the master of heaven and earth."
Accompanied by a Buddhist chant whose source had not yet been identified, Shinji's entire body finally had a second chance to be bathed in the Buddha's light. Unlike the decisive battle with Lizbeife, this time the Buddha's light did not strengthen his body, but only targeted the black lines that invaded his body.
Under the illumination of Buddha's light, the corruption and mildew caused by the black lines were effectively contained. Although the already rotten parts did not change, it at least showed that the power contained in the relics had a certain restraining effect on the curse of the "White Winged Lord". Next, we will see how far the holy objects left by the Buddhist saints can go.
"Unknown holy monk, you must not lose to a vampire, or the reputation of Buddhism will be ruined."
Now that he no longer had to be the Condor Hero, Shinji's mood improved slightly. He continued to move forward in the water, trying to have fun despite the hardship.
But after taking just two steps, he couldn't move anymore.
The black line that had just been restrained by the Buddha's light was ready to move again, spreading upwards under the pressure of the Buddha's light. Although it only moved less than a hair's length, the collision of the two forces of good and evil, life and death made Shinji feel unbearable pain. If you have to make a comparison, it was roughly equivalent to the pain of Scathach scraping Shinji's bones with magic during the body control training.
"I—grunt grunt grunt—"
Shinji wanted to vent the pressure brought by the pain by cursing, but unfortunately his water-avoiding magic was not good enough. He could only maintain a very small distance near his mouth, nose, eyes and ears. If he moved a little more, water would rush into his mouth, and it took him a while to recover.
Before he could spit out the water in his mouth, the Buddha's light began to exert its force, pushing back the black line that was spreading forward, followed by another pain like a steel knife scraping his bones.
At this time, Shinji had lost the strength to curse. He sat down on the riverbed, waiting for the outcome of the battle between the Buddha's light and the curse in both mental and physical torment.
If Fo Guang wins, then keep going until it is safe. If Fo Guang loses, then cut off his right hand and return to Japan to let Orange make a prosthesis.
Thinking of his family and friends far away in Japan, Shinji's face, which was pale due to pain, regained a hint of color.
Orange will definitely laugh at me and call me a fool.
Justisa, who appears cold on the outside but is warm-hearted on the inside, will probably not talk to me for several days if I can't give her a satisfactory explanation.
Sakura and Fujino would definitely cry, and what he feared most were the tears of these two girls.
Wuhui, who has been fighting the disease for so many years, may not cry, but she will probably send a double existence to follow me and not let me go anywhere.
Of course, I couldn't avoid being scolded by my father and uncle, and my mother would probably say, "The Matou family has been doing well, and there's no need for a child like you to take risks and work hard outside."
Of course, he would never agree, because his master was still waiting for him in the Land of Shadows. After seeing the monotonous scenery of the Land of Shadows and experiencing the loneliness of a thousand years, the only gorgeous scenery in the black and white world has been deeply imprinted in Shinji's heart.
Familiar faces flashed before my eyes, and familiar fragments emerged in my mind.
In a trance, he saw a girl with a ponytail. She pointed a whip at her nose and said in an indifferent but not cold voice: "You can't lose. If you lose, I will never let you go."
Somehow, after hearing these words, Shinji's heart calmed down inexplicably, and he let the pain in his body get more and more severe without wavering at all.
In this huge contrast between the body and the mind, the Buddhist chanting that awakens the relics is no longer mechanically repeated, but has new changes.
"There is the Supreme Hua Wuliang, who casts Huaguang, the master of heaven and earth."
"At that time the Buddha told the Bodhisattvas and the four groups of gods and humans: 'In the past, I have sought the Lotus Sutra for countless times without getting tired. Among the many, I have always been a king. I have made a vow to seek the supreme Bodhi, and my mind has never retreated."
"At that time the World-honored One reiterated this meaning and said in verse—"
Shinji followed the chanting subconsciously, and before he knew it, he had crossed his knees and clasped his hands together.
The light of the Buddha's bone relic passed through the barrier of skin and muscle, out from the palm of the left hand, and entered the palm of the right hand, like a sword of wisdom that cuts off the three thousand strands of troubles, silently crossing the black line wrapped around the wrist of the right hand, the rotten.asxs.
On the river bank a thousand meters away, the "White-Winged Man" who also had a black line wrapped around his hands had blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. The blood was the same dark color as the black line.
The more powerful the curse, the more likely it is to backfire. That ray of Buddha's light not only damaged the tangible curse, but also affected the source of the curse through the invisible connection.
"Damn it! You're still resisting! I wonder how long you can hold out!"
After being obstructed so many times in one night, even the ancient King of the Dead Apostles could not help but feel restless and his voice became more hysterical.
Just as he held the black thread and prepared to continue strengthening the curse, a hint of paleness appeared in the sky, which contrasted with the last shining "Morning Star" in the night sky.
Then, the sun rises and the night ends.
In February in Italy, winter has not yet passed, and the first rays of sunshine in the morning are far from enough to dispel the cold accumulated overnight. However, this soft sunlight without a trace of strength makes the "White Winged Man" feel that his body, which has lost its temperature for thousands of years, feels hot, as if a ball of fire is burning on the surface of his skin.
Compared to the flowing Po River, the sun in the sky is a more threatening weakness to the Dead Apostles. Under the sun, weak Dead Apostles will be directly reduced to ashes, and even strong Dead Apostles will be weakened from body to soul, from physical strength to ability. This is the price of immortality and the deficiency engraved in genes and souls. The King of the Dead Apostles is no exception.
"Magician, you are lucky, but don't think you are safe now. You can't escape, absolutely!"
Feeling the power flowing in his body, the suppressed hysteria of "White Winged Prince" was finally released. He sensed the direction where Shinji left for the last time, flapped his bare wings vigorously, and left this place that annoyed him.
After he left, a palm-sized black shadow emerged from a pile of rocks in the distance and disappeared in a flash.
Three days later, the news that the "White Wing Prince" had failed to intercept Squadron E spread throughout Europe.
A week later, there was new news.
On the night of the ambush, the captain of the E Battalion, "Death", fought fiercely with "White Wing Prince" on the Po River Plain. "White Wing Prince" was injured and the whereabouts of "Death" were unknown.
The Dead Apostles world is shocked!
The Cathedral Church was shocked!
The Magic Association was shocked!