Taming the Dark Lord

Chapter 31

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It rained cats and dogs.

A deafening roar of thunder mixed with flashing arcs envelops the world in dark clouds and rain.

The magic lamp on the wall still had the last afterglow, and the afterimage of the candlelight reflected the girl's slim and graceful figure, flashed on the smooth jade slab, and soon disappeared without a trace.

The bathroom returned to darkness, so quiet that only the sound of dripping water and Amelia's messy breathing remained.

She pressed her slender fingers on the black spot and exerted a little force. The piercing pain suddenly exploded and flowed along the meridians to all the limbs. The pain was so painful that she couldn't help biting her lips and groaned.

It hurts so much when you touch it lightly, no wonder they howl like that.

She was a little dazed thinking of the appearance of the middle-aged woman in the past, her fingertips were trembling involuntarily, and she hurriedly gathered up her skirt to cover the glaring black.

"Boom boom boom!"

Suddenly there were several messy knocks on the door.

Amelia got dressed, her blond hair was still stained with water, dripping dripping, she kicked open the bathroom door, and there was no one in the room, the balcony door was wide open, and a few gusts of cold wind came in , She shivered from the cold.

The dark elf didn't know where to go.

You won't really trouble Bai/Elf, will you? She thought helplessly and smiled slightly.

"Boom boom boom!"

The knocking on the door became louder, as if someone was banging on the door from outside.

Amelia walked over to open the door, showing Rita's flustered and tearful face, "What to do? Look, look, what to do?"

She bares her fair forearm, and on the slender wrist, a palm-sized black spot occupies a large area of skin, wriggling and expanding like a living thing.

Rita held her arm, her voice choked with fear, and big teardrops rolled down. Even when the identity of her illegitimate daughter was exposed in public, she had never cried in such embarrassment and fear.

Amelia froze for a moment.

Looking from behind Rita, in the wide and luxurious corridor, the doors opened one after another, and believers with expressions of panic or collapse came out one after another.

On their skin, there are glaring dark spots that can be seen everywhere.

"Don't be afraid." Amelia raised her hand to cover Rita's trembling shoulders, and pointed to the back: "We should not be the only ones infected with the plague."

Rita turned her head in a daze, and at the same time, she couldn't help noticing that word.

'us. '

Could it be that Amelia also...

Realizing this, Rita couldn't bear it anymore, and burst into tears.

In the conference room at night, no one stood up to light the magic candlesticks. People sat silently in their seats, and there were silent sobbing sounds, one after another.

The dejected believer said mechanically: "This is impossible, impossible, impossible..."

"Is there still no news from the church?" Amelia asked.

Debra cheered up a little, and said blankly: "No, not at all." The black spots on her soft side face twisted and twisted as she spoke, looking horrible and disgusting.

Someone said: "Could it be because it's too late and no one hears?"

No one in the room answered his words.

We all know that this is impossible.

How ridiculous, the church guarded by thousands of people are all fast asleep

"In the end, what happened?" The fluttering voice seemed to be blown away as soon as it was blown, echoing in everyone's ears, and they all coincidentally felt the same confusion.

What the hell happened

A clearer guess emerged in everyone's minds, but they didn't dare to think about it, dare not say it, as if they could escape the result by doing so.

Amelia stood up: "Since the church can't get close, we can only rely on ourselves."

She looked around the crowd, her eyes calm and calm. At this moment, the chief saint who had been covered by Debra finally showed her due brilliance, "Everyone, we don't have much time left, and we don't have time to waste on In terms of crying, we need to do our best to find hope of survival."

"Even the most benevolent god will only favor the strong and hate the weak." The girl smiled slightly: "You don't want to be abandoned by God, do you?"

For people in this world, the name of a god is more effective than any words of comfort, and being abandoned by a god is a torture more painful than death.

Amelia looked at everyone's hopeful eyes with determination, pursed her lips and smiled.

In the dark dungeon, rain seeped through the cracks in the floor and fell, the stone walls were somewhat dilapidated, and the cold wind came in from there, making a whirring sound.

The skinny witch was wearing a thin old dress, curled up in the straw pile, her hands and feet were cold, and she barely kept awake by the warmth of her heart.

"What are you doing here?" Her voice was hoarse, deeper than usual.

Amelia stood far away on the steps, and several clean and tidy quilts were magically controlled to float over, falling from the sky through the gaps in the iron fence, and covering the witch's body.

so warm.

The witch's unconscious hands and feet were freed from the endless cold wind, and she felt a bit of warmth dully.

"You shouldn't come." The witch clenched her quilt tightly, her eerie face was hidden in the shadows, outsiders couldn't see her expression clearly, and could only hear her cold voice.

"You'll freeze to death if I don't come." Amelia bit her lip, her brows were condensed, and she put her hands on her shoulders, as if feeling a little uncomfortable, and her movements were stiff.

"Don't eat the food delivered these few days, I know you can find food by yourself and don't come into contact with others." She hesitated for a moment, then asked again: "Do you know what kind of plague is, and its symptoms are black spots? "

The witch asked sensitively: "Plague? There is plague here."

Amelia admitted: "Yes."

The witch stood up suddenly, and the quilt fell into the straw pile. She clenched the iron railing tightly. The temperature was terribly cold, but it was not as cool as her heart. "What about them?"

"Are they still alive?"

Amelia was silent for a while, then shook her head at her.

The witch's fingers clenched tightly, her knuckles turned white, and she trembled uncontrollably.

Amelia lowered her eyes, avoiding the witch's trembling pupils, "Be careful, the plague is very contagious, if you know anything, please tell me."

It was difficult for her to face such sad eyes, and she left the dungeon as if fleeing.

The guard was standing in front of the door with dull eyes, rubbing the side of his neck with his right hand, showing an indescribable expression.

Amelia understands his feeling, a strong itching is coming from her shoulder blade, accompanied by a faint pain, but she can't touch it, it will be extremely painful, and the painful person's heart trembles .

If you accidentally scratch it, there will be pus seeping out. She was in the conference room before and watched a believer accidentally scratch it. The sharp nails scratched the skin, and the smelly pus gushed out like a tide. Like the blood assimilated by the plague, it is endless and hard to stop.

Then, small pustules will appear on the broken part, maggots will appear in the tender flesh, and the itching will turn into a heart-piercing pain, tormenting people so much that they want to slam their heads into it and die there... And all of this, in just one day The transformation will be completed.

This is the result of the collection of many cases in the treatment center.

In other words, if you have a dark spot, from the moment it appears until the same time the next day is the only time left in your life.

A short and painful time.

Amelia blinked her sleepy and dry eyes, resisting the itch that pierced her bone marrow, and walked fast and hurriedly, sneaking to the warehouse from the sparsely populated path.

When she was in the conference room before, she suddenly remembered the words of the divination witch Bella. Does the 'fatal crisis' she mentioned refer to the present

Whether it is or not, she will give it a try.

Some other believers desperately contacted the church, some plunged into the library to read the classics, some fell on the ground and wept bitterly, there was no one in front of the warehouse where the treasures were stored, and a big lock was hung empty .

Amelia knocked off the door lock a few times, pushed the door open, and the black book covered with a thick glass cover lay quietly on the bookshelf in the front row.

here we go again.

Amelia thought to herself, her eyes blurred, and the golden writing on the page started to move again, squirming and crawling towards her.

"Don't move. I'm here to look for you." She simply lifted the glass cover, picked up the black book and shook it, "Time is urgent, so I just asked, do you have a solution to the plague?"

Heishu slapped the cover of the book, as if smiling joyfully, the clattering pages eagerly flipped open, revealing a page full of handwriting.

—Ask about the plague

——This is the last curse of a powerful necromancer on the verge of death. He was tortured, his sanity collapsed, and his last trace of clarity was at the cost of soul annihilation. He vowed to let his pain be imposed on countless people.

—Especially the shameless thief who bewitched the gods.

—His curse has been embedded in every strand of the thief's soul, like a gangrene, like a shadow.

—She is hopeless.

- She must die!

Amelia gasped for breath, her fingers turning white while holding the spine of the book.

-but!

The ink writing on the page changed its tone.

— She is not lifeless.

—The god who followed her and only looked at her was her only lifeline.

——What a great and loving existence the gods are, even human beings who are as small as ants are willing to cast light on her.

—Go ahead and pray for the blessings of the gods.

— You will not be disappointed, His most beloved believer.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the wide open door.

Amelia looked up, and saw that the dark elf was standing there, with a slender and tall figure against the light, with an unknown smile in her scarlet eyes, and she raised her eyebrows to look at her.

"Why did you come here?" He didn't know where to find a handkerchief, and wiped the blood and soil on the back of his hand casually.

"I..." Amelia pursed her lips, rarely knowing what to say.

She was about to put down the black book, when a pinprick-like tingling sensation suddenly came from her shoulder blades, making her hands go limp, her fingertips loosened weakly, and the heavy book fell to the ground.

"Boom!" The dust on the ground splashed.

Amelia clutched her shoulders, bit her lower lip in pain, dripping with cold sweat.

She understood that the plague had begun to progress, from itching to pain, and maggots would soon be born.

The dark elf frowned, and appeared behind her, with one hand tightly around the girl's waist, stabilizing her precarious figure, "What's wrong with the shoulder?"

Regardless of the girl's refusal, he directly took off the clothes with his hands, revealing his smooth and fair shoulders.

The ferocious black spot suddenly broke into sight like this.

The elf's hand paused.

Amelia raised her eyes to look at him, her face of a natural villain sank, her expression was extremely condensed, her eyes looked fierce as if she wanted to eat people, anyone who saw such a sight would have their legs weak and their hair stand on end.

However, the fingers that landed on her shoulders were light and soft, like snow falling on the branches of plum blossoms in winter, with a hint of invisible tenderness in the coldness.

"Who did it?"

Amelia was in excruciating pain, but she smiled involuntarily, and her voice was much lower than usual: "Do you remember that Necromancer? It's his curse...."

While she was talking, she turned her head to look, her voice suddenly stopped, and her gaze was fixed on the elf's hand touching Black Spot.

Those fingers were long and slender, with distinct joints, and there were still some blood stains that hadn't been wiped off, so delicate and beautiful that they didn't look like human objects.

However, under these jade-like palms, the terrifying black spots swim, like bedbugs fleeing in panic, trembling with fear when facing natural enemies.

The gods are its natural enemies.