Taming the Dark Lord

Chapter 22

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The air is thick like a thick black swamp, making it hard to breathe in it.

Amelia even forgot the pain on her body, and stared fixedly at the necromancer, as if she didn't understand what he was saying.

He said....Who is his daughter

Debra

impossible.

How can it be

Debra has always hated the dark forces to the extreme, how could she have anything to do with the Necromancer.

But when Amelia stared at Debra in a daze, her bloodless face seemed to tell everyone that what the Necromancer said was true.

"As expected of my daughter, you did a good job, and you actually got the position of a saint." The necromancer fell to the ground, and the crisp sound of bones touching jade made Debra tremble for a moment.

The next moment, a bony hand rested on Debra's shoulder, and the necromancer looked at her coldly for a moment, then smiled with satisfaction.

"It's not in vain that I have spent many years planning. Daughter, you will be a sharp blade that pierces darkness into light, and bring the world back to the protection of my God."

The cold touch made Debra recover from her daze, she shook her head frantically, and said in a trembling voice: "You, you are talking nonsense, I don't know you, my father is already dead, you are not mine Father... "

"This child, what are you talking about, I am your father. You don't remember, when you were just born, I personally put you into that noble family, what is it called, 'Dalway'? "The necromancer laughed, and patted Debra's face.

Debra waved his hand away, her eyes were scarlet: "You're lying!!"

While the Necromancer was being distracted by Debra, Amelia quietly put her hands behind her back, trying to contact the outside world for help.

She recited a mantra silently in her heart, and her fingertips were stained with her own blood, drawing a faintly fluctuating rune on the jade floor.

As long as the news can spread, the Divine Cult will definitely send someone to rescue them, even if they come from thousands of miles away, they can catch up with the blessing of magic.

It's almost the last one!

Amelia gritted her teeth, and closed the last stroke with all her strength. The last ray of magic power in her body was exhausted. She gasped for breath, but her eyes were filled with joy.

Persevere, and someone will come to rescue them.

"What are you doing?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded, and a foot stepped on it, crushing the rune severely.

Amelia's heart suddenly turned cold, and she watched helplessly that the runes that were gradually activated were crushed, and the news was annihilated before it was spread.

"There are quite a lot of small moves." The visitor said indifferently, and then used the foot that crushed the rune to aim at the back of her soft hand and crush it hard.

There was the sound of finger bones being crushed.

"Hmm..." Amelia gritted her teeth and held back her pain.

The necromancer suddenly appeared in front of her at some point, and half of his rotten and maggot-skeletal face was looking down at her sullenly.

Amelia's heart sank, as if sinking into a bottomless abyss, she was so cold that she couldn't breathe.

All the tricks were exhausted, facing the extremely powerful enemy, they didn't even have the strength to resist, and let others slaughter them.

The companions fell one by one, and the city has become a dead city. No one will come to rescue her, and no one will know the news of their death. They will decay and disappear in the mud along with the corpses of tens of thousands of civilians.

Amelia gritted her teeth, unwilling to show a fragile look, but her eyes were still shamefully red, and her throat was bitter.

"This saint... I remember, you are the chief saint?"

The necromancer stepped hard, and a malicious smile appeared on his tattered face: "Why does this face look so familiar to me? It was on Oya Street that day, huh? Is it you?"

Oya Street

Isn't that where she rescued Alfonso

The girl showed some stunned expression, but she pursed her lips and didn't say a word.

The necromancer didn't care, and continued to say casually: "Is it you? Did I find the wrong person? It's so strange. Tell me, I don't remember anything that day, not even how I killed the person. I still remember your face."

"It must be you, right? It was one of you who manipulated my behavior, or in other words, ta inspired the murderous desire in my heart and destroyed my reason. Such a powerful ability, is it one of you? Who is it?"

The necromancer lowered his head, his eyes were cold and terrifying

"answer me."

Those feet gradually increased their strength, and with a playful attitude like a cat catching a mouse, they crushed the back of her hand from time to time.

Amelia whimpered in pain and curled up. The bright blond hair was stained with blood, covering the girl's face, making it impossible to see her expression clearly.

Only the hands that were crushed under their feet trembled slightly.

"It seems that it's not you anymore, so where did the little mouse that you hid go?"

"Why are you ignoring me when I talk. Didn't your parents teach you to be polite to others?" The necromancer grabbed Amelia by the collar and lifted her up: "In that case, then I will Suffering teaches you."

"You let her go!"

Debra's eyes were still full of fear, her fingers were trembling, her wand was pressed against the middle-aged man's back, her posture seemed to be holding a gun, and she threatened: "I don't care who you are, if you don't want to die, let her go !"

The necromancer paused and turned to look at her.

The air was silent for a moment.

Amelia couldn't see Debra's expression clearly, but she could hear her teeth chattering in extreme terror.

"My father died long before I was born. He was an aristocrat who passed on my noble status and blood. He is definitely not a stinky rat in the gutter like you!"

Debra was so terrified that she almost fainted, but she was supported by a force she didn't know where to finish her sentence: "You'd better let us go immediately, or you can wait for the Pope to come down. He will never let you go!"

"You don't seem to hear what I said." The necromancer held Amelia in one hand, exuding a dangerous aura, and he seemed very impatient when someone interrupted him: "You are still young, these words I will not listen to." Just pretend you didn't hear it, just stay there obediently, if you dare to make trouble again, I will kill you together."

As the necromancer's voice fell, several bone hands appeared from the ground, tightly hugging the struggling Debra, and pulling her into the ground inch by inch.

"Debra?" Amelia's voice trembled, she struggled a few times in vain from the iron-like hands, and shouted her name in horror.

"Stop screaming, you won't die." The Necromancer looked back at Amelia, who had lost a lot of blood and was pale.

He lost the patience to continue teasing, and asked her directly: "Where is that dark elf, where did you hide it?"

"What... Dark Elf, I don't understand." Amelia was strangled by his collar, and the suffocating feeling made her speak intermittently.

"Oh, don't pretend, when you rescued that elf, I was watching." The necromancer patted the girl's face frivolously: "Including you let go of those two little girls, I also helped you One, have you forgotten?"

Amelia suffocated, thinking of the flame that suddenly turned black at that time, she thought it was Alfonso who was making trouble, but it turned out to be the handiwork of the Necromancer.

He has been with her for so long!

"You also made up the so-called murder of the magic eagle?" When the incident came to an end, Amelia calmed down and carefully recalled the whole incident from beginning to end.

Strange to say, it has always been very difficult for monsters to transform into human forms, so they keep a low profile and never mess around in front of the Light God Sect, for fear of causing trouble.

And that daring magic eagle killed so many people inexplicably without any hatred or reason, and then suddenly committed suicide when it was being hunted down afterwards.

There was something wrong with the whole thing, but no one had noticed it before, not even Amelia had thought about it.

They are so proud.

Amelia closed her eyes. Dominating the mainland for thousands of years made the people of the god religion arrogant and underestimated the enemy, so that no one noticed such a big loophole.

And the necromancer is still talking about how he tortured those civilians and how he escaped the pursuit of the gods, showing off his achievements with a sense of ridicule.

It seems that no matter which world the villain likes to talk about his mental journey before killing, so as to leave time for the protagonists to come back.

Amelia wanted to laugh because she was out of season, but unfortunately, she had no chance to turn things around, and no one would come to rescue her.

The companions left in the forest are weaker than her, and they will die if they come here. I hope they will walk slower, and slower, and don't come in.

Amelia prayed silently, and the face of the necromancer who suddenly approached brought her back to her senses.

"Strange, isn't it?"

A voice like a devil whispered in my ears: "Why did I suddenly lose my mind? Why did the witch captured by you suddenly go crazy? Is the dark elf you rescued really just an ordinary dark elf? "

"Amelia, have you really, never suspected anything?"

Didn't doubt it

Amelia asked herself.

No, the fact is just the opposite, there are too many doubts. Ever since she discovered the elf, she has been doubting him.

From getting along during this period of time, Amelia can see that this elf is arrogant, has a bad temper, and is too lazy to die. Apart from its good appearance, everything else is as bad as it can be.

Especially every time the half-smile mocked her expression, it made Amelia's hands itch every time she saw it.

But, but... .

Amelia suddenly remembered the dark elf who turned away from her in the jungle that day.

She gritted her teeth and looked up, meeting the Necromancer's gaze, "I won't believe your words. If there is any problem, I will naturally ask him. I will not tell you where he is. He has been sent away by me long ago. You There is no way to find him."

The necromancer showed a surprised expression. He stared at Amelia's expression for a long time, as if he had discovered something, he threw the person on the ground casually, his shoulders slowly shrugged, and suddenly he raised his head and laughed loudly.

"Hahahaha, that's how it is. It's so ridiculous. A chief saint fell in love with the dark elf she was supposed to kill! God, am I in some fairy tale?"

While he was laughing, the magic power slowly oscillated, causing Amelia, who was about to refute, her bones to rattle and cough up a mouthful of blood.

"Ah, it's already tattered?" The necromancer pressed the palm of Amelia's head, and slowly closed his five fingers, "Then just kill you, take out your soul, and I will naturally find it." .”

Amelia could hear the sound of her own skull cracking, and the severe pain swept over her. Blood oozed from the girl's flushed nose and fell on the muddy soil.

It hurts.

Amelia thought in a daze, is this how I will die in this life? He was pressed under the feet like ants, crushed his head, and died in humiliation.

It's too ugly, I'm really not reconciled, if I can stand up, I must fight until the moment of death, then I will be brave enough to not live this life in vain.

I really hope that Alfonso will not come and see my ugly face.

There was a sound like a watermelon being crushed above her head, and Amelia's last bit of consciousness was lost, and she completely escaped into the darkness.

The pure white girl was stained with dirty blood, like a slender flower that was plucked and crushed, falling down from the branches, cuddling lonely in the soil.

How pitiful, like a dying swan.

The elf looked down at her, and pinched the middle-aged man's head with his slender and strong fingers, using the same posture that he hurt Amelia, and pinched his head lightly.

"You! You are!" The necromancer finally saw the dark elf's face clearly. Before that, due to the presence of the Pope, he didn't dare to approach, but only dared to watch from a distance.

Because of this, he escaped Alfonso's sight and lurked until today.

The necromancer's eyes froze on the elf's face, his eyes were dull, his eyes were red, as if he had seen something terrifying, he opened his mouth wide, revealing his black throat.

"It's you! It's you!"

The Necromancer roared with tears and laughter, his expression frenzied, and the frenzy like that day once again swept through and destroyed his sanity.

He exhausted his last bit of strength, wanting to touch the god.

However, there is an invisible blade in the air, starting from the phalanx, cutting off his body inch by inch, from fingertips to arms, from feet to torso.

Finely crushed bone meal floated in the air.

Accompanied by a little fishy smell of long-rotten minced meat.

"It hurts! It hurts!!!" The necromancer burst into tears, and had already lost the look of winning when he was chasing Amelia.

For so many years, he has slaughtered and taken the lives of others recklessly, taking pleasure in the pain of others. Now it is his turn. He never thought that he would attract such an evil spirit just because he wanted to catch a special dark elf as a pet.

He didn't expect that the gods who had disappeared for thousands of years would appear in front of him like this.

Alfonso's raging anger and murderous intent from the moment he saw the girl's appearance was finally calmed down by the necromancer's painful appearance at this moment.

His eyes are serious, his face is as cold as ice, and the blade-shaped golden lines under his eyelids are sullenly red. He maintains the mage's life under his palms, while slowly crushing his whole body.

Even if he loses his entire body and only one head remains, he can still feel the pain in a sober posture.

"You, why did you kill me?" The necromancer was forcibly brought back to his senses, dying to say: "Is it because of this woman? Don't forget that she is a saint, a member of the Light God Sect, and your enemy! "

Alfonso loosened his fingers and let go of his head.

With a bang, his head rolled to the ground. The necromancer thought that Alfonso was moved by him, and he showed a happy expression. His mouth was still chattering: "This woman dares to hide you, you must—"

Alfonso raised his foot indifferently, stepped on the face of the undead mage, and randomly crushed it a few times.

"Shut up."

He leaned over to pick up the girl, warm blood stained his body, and finally felt a bit of warmth in his cold body all year round, but this kind of warmth made people so angry.

Alfonso didn't understand why.

He didn't bother to investigate carefully. The girl's weak breath hit his ear, carrying the smell of light that he had unknowingly become accustomed to, light and airy, like a pile of unpleasant little waste.

The little trash can't be beaten by anyone, and every day he knows that he is in trouble and loses his temper at him.

The dark elf raised his lips slightly. The indifferent force of the feet that stepped on the necromancer's head, together with the squeaking soul, crushed into a puddle of extremely ugly sludge.

No one would notice such sludge.

Died in pain at the feet of the most disgusting statue of the God of Light, and the fragments of the corpse stuck to the cracks of the church floor, always being illuminated by the light. This may be a more painful punishment than death for the Necromancer.

Alfonso left the dead city with the motionless girl in his arms, whose breathing seemed stagnant.

Amelia realized something was wrong when she woke up.

Her pillow seemed hardened.

Not as hard as wood, but firm and hard, like sleeping on a piece of good beef.

That delicate touch was clearly not her bed.

Amelia woke up suddenly, and the bright starry sky that greeted her eyes made her startled for a while, unable to recover for a while.

"Hey, little trash."

Amelia turned her gaze upwards following the familiar voice. Seen from below, the dark elf's jaw line became sharper and sharper, and the blood-red eyes seemed to be scattered with stars, shaking people's hearts.

"I heard that you like me?"

Amelia: "...."?

What

What dream is Ning doing

The elf snorted, seeming to have gotten the answer from her bewildered expression, and looked away casually, "You should give up as soon as possible, you are too stupid and useless, I am not interested in you."

Amelia: ? ? Expression management is gradually out of control.

Amelia sat up abruptly, her body fainted for a moment after losing too much blood, and she quickly put her hands on the ground to support her body.

The touch under his hands is soft and a little prickly, with the fragrance and moisture of grass juice.

She looked down, only to realize that they were actually on a vast expanse of grass, with an unobstructed view of the bright starry sky above, the scene was astonishingly beautiful.

And she, before sitting up, slept on the elf's lap.

... Mom, it's a knee pillow!

Amelia never dreamed that such a soft word could be put together with the dark elves.

No wonder I felt weird under my head before.

She pursed her lips, unable to explain what it was like, stood up on the spot, lowered her head to check her body, and moved her arms and legs.

The injuries to the limbs were as good as if they had never been injured, there was no pain in the head, and the body was relaxed and comfortable. Apart from some dizziness caused by excessive blood loss, there was nothing uncomfortable.

Was it Alfonso who saved her

Amelia secretly looked at the dark elf who was looking at the sky boredly.

How did he come from such a far away place? The middle-aged man is so strong, is he injured

Amelia wanted to ask aloud, but she also knew that, in terms of the elf's pride, she would not be moved when she heard these questions, but would be angry because of her contempt.

So she swallowed the words stuck in her throat, and then whispered to BB: "What are you talking about, who likes you."

She said this to defend herself, and by the way, to liven up the inexplicably stiff atmosphere.

But I didn't expect the elf's reaction to be so strong. He turned his head with a speed and strength that almost broke his neck, and narrowed his eyes dangerously: "What did you say?"

Amelia was startled by him, and repeated na na: "Don't like...?"

The elf leaned down, and approached Amelia with an astonishingly handsome face. His eyes were burning, and he asked one after another: "Who forcibly detained me? Who pretended to let me go and came here every three days to check? Who would rather die than betray me?"

"It's all like this, how dare you say you don't like me?"

Seems like... makes sense

Amelia commented from the perspective of an outsider. If these things were done by others, she would definitely think that this woman loved the elf so much that she was unwilling to let him go and was willing to sacrifice her life for him.

But when she was the person involved, Amelia just wanted to say: What nonsense is Ning talking about? Is this true

She was about to open her mouth to refute, when the elf suddenly put a hand on her shoulder, the cold body temperature made her shiver.

"Still stubborn?"

The elf moved closer. Breathing close at hand, the deep voice seemed to be ringing in her ears, tickling her heart: "So, do you admit that you like me?"

Up close, those eyes are even more beautiful.

The blood-red eyes seemed to reflect the melting moonlight. Against the background of the stars all over the sky, that handsome face, which embodies the indescribable beauty of human beings, was even more dazzling, making people unable to take their eyes off.

Facing such a peerless beauty, who can say no to asking you if you like him with an angry face

Which hard-hearted person can say that he doesn't like it

Anyway, Amelia didn't resist, she nodded without knowing it, and she didn't come back to herself until she heard the elf's wild laughter.

Fine.

She thought with a little helplessness, thinking of it as making a child happy.

So she nodded generously again, and repeated: "I like you, especially you."

The girl's voice was as gentle and lingering as spring water, with a touch of subtle pampering and pampering, like an open net, enveloping people meticulously.

The elf, who laughed out loud, turned his head away angrily.