Amelia was furious.
This black book keeps falling off at critical moments. It seems that it is too smooth and has never experienced the ups and downs of life.
She was thinking about how to deal with it afterwards, when the dark elf's whip turned from offense to defense, endless light whips spread from her fingertips, binding up the evil spirits layer by layer, one pile after another, In the end, a moving circular wall was formed, keeping the two in the center.
…Of course, the white/elf is still left alone.
so poor.
Amelia loved him again, and grabbed the sleeve of the dark elf with her backhand, "Go the wrong way, this way."
The dark elf turned around without changing his expression.
A steady stream of evil spirits pounced on them, but they were all blocked by the wall formed by their companions, screaming ferociously towards the inside, and looking out from the inside, even the sky was covered, no one with secret fear could bear such a situation torment.
Amelia gritted her teeth and rubbed her arms, followed behind the elf step by step, pointing the way for him from time to time.
"How do you think he died?" Alfonso looked forward without turning his head, his pale hair was blown up by the wind, revealing a long pointed ear.
Amelia froze for a moment, and suddenly realized that he was talking about the Necromancer, "Isn't he already dead?"
It seems that Yazi has lost his soul.
"Just pinch the soul back again." The elf's tone was as relaxed as pinching a rubber man.
Amelia knew that he might want to vent his anger on her, but she hesitated and refused: "Forget it, he is already dead and his soul is broken, there is no need to torture him again."
"Stupid kindness." The elf commented, his lips were straightened, his face was worried, and he snorted coldly.
Amelia felt guilty.
Her idea was actually this: if she remembered correctly, the necromancer seemed to recognize Alfonso's identity before he died, what if he pinches him back and he tells the story
Amelia has not forgotten that the dark elf is still suffering from the amnesia buff, she can still live without facing the wrath of the gods, if he remembers under the stimulation of the necromancer, then she will not be killed together with the necromancer. Pinch, pinch, kill directly
After imagining that scene for a while, Amelia couldn't help shivering.
So the necromancer can no longer be pinched back! She firmly refused to agree to this matter!
Amelia was thinking about it when she heard the elf walking in front of her say in a dark voice: "If you don't kill me, then I'll do it."
The implication is that he must pinch the person back again and kill him a few times to relieve his anger.
Amelia: Wait!
I, the sufferer, haven't said anything yet, why are you so angry!
Amelia tried her best to persuade her for a long time, but the boss was determined, acting as if I would not listen to me, and forcibly decided on this matter.
Amelia smiled strongly: fine.
She decided that as soon as the necromancer came out, she would pounce on him, gag people's mouths, and send them to the boss for torture.
Never give him a chance to say a word!
After walking a few steps amid the deafening wailing, the cold wind blew in. Amelia touched her arm and felt the familiar touch again.
Hard and round.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she looked down, and sure enough, she saw a familiar dark spot on her fair forearm, and it was bigger in shape than before, darker in color, and expanding faster.
Is it because the burial place of the necromancer is getting closer
As Amelia thought about it, she unconsciously scratched the black spot a few times with her hands, and the heart-rending itchiness pierced her bones, making one want to dig that piece of flesh off.
Sensing a change in the breathing behind him, the dark elf thought that an evil spirit had broken through the wall. He turned his head, and his fierce and cold gaze hit the dazzling black.
His eyes froze for a moment, and he frowned unconsciously. He grabbed the girl's wrist, covered the black spot with his slender palm, and consciously removed the curse for her.
The dark spots disappeared quickly.
But before Amelia could breathe a sigh of relief, a familiar itch hit her calf. She looked down and saw another black spot appeared on her calf, one after another, all over her body.
Soon, there was a piercing itching in all the limbs.
Amelia gritted her teeth, her legs trembled, and she knelt on the ground unsteadily. Beads of sweat rolled from her forehead and dripped onto the blood-stained ground.
She panted heavily, and at this moment, her mental power was swallowed up by the sudden surge of curse, her body was on the verge of falling, and her eyelids were closed heavily.
At this moment, a strong smell of blood came.
Something smeared on her body.
Relying on the sliver of clarity in her mind, Amelia opened her eyelids tightly and looked up with difficulty.
She saw the reddish golden blood trickling down from her strong forearm, forming a small patter of rain, dripping on her face and falling into her eyes.
This is divine blood.
The invincible god in the legend just casually shed precious blood.
Amelia was in a complicated mood. She reached out and wiped away the blood on her face. The dark spots gradually dissipated under the expulsion of the divine blood. She recovered a little strength and stopped Alfonso from continuing to tear the wound open.
"Okay." She held the elf's cold fingertips, her fair face was dyed red, looking a little ridiculous.
"Not enough," he said.
The elf pulled out her hand and tore open the wound on her arm even more. Divine blood poured out endlessly, dyeing her whole body blood red, and every strand of hair was stained with blood.
The terrifying aura emanating from the divine blood enveloped her, obliterating her own sense of existence as a human being. The prey suddenly disappeared, and the surrounding evil spirits calmed down and fled here in horror.
"You stay here." Alfonso's pale face due to excessive blood loss was somewhat ferocious, exuding strong malice and murderous aura.
Someone was in front of him, a human being who tried to kill him, and repeatedly provoked him recklessly. This incident made him extremely angry, and he wished he could crush this daring lunatic to death on the spot.
Amelia was taken aback by him, this was the first time she saw Alfonso so angry, his handsome little face twisted like a ghost.
She shrank her neck wisely, nodded honestly and said, "Okay, I won't go, I won't go anywhere."
She could indeed feel that the closer one was to the cathedral, that is, to the necromancer's remains, the more active the curse was. Maybe when she got to the church, the curse would swallow her right away.
So Amelia didn't protest, and sat cross-legged on the spot, looking like she was setting up a camp.
Alfonso's face looked better. He lightly tapped the remaining blood from his fingertips on the girl's forehead, pulled out a tentacle from under her feet to defend her, and walked towards the church with soaring black air.
Amelia breathed a sigh of relief, this elf has become more and more terrifying recently.
Did he regain a bit of memory
In the past, Amelia dared to jump up and beat him on the head and pull his ears, but since when, she suddenly didn't dare.
After all, there is a difference between gods and humans.
Even if Alfonso hadn't recalled the memory of being a god, just a little bit of power that was inadvertently leaked was enough to make mortals tremble with fear.
She... Shouldn't she have prepared earlier
Amelia lowered her head in thought, feeling sticky and uncomfortable all over her body. She raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes, and suddenly found someone standing behind her.
"!" She was startled, and turned around abruptly, only to find that it was the white/elf who appeared here at some point.
"What, what's the matter?" She stuttered.
The white/elf looked down at her, with a pair of gilt golden eyes shining brightly, dispelling the brilliance around him like the sun in this dark and narrow city.
etc.
gold? Amelia suddenly woke up.
White/Elf's eye color, isn't it silver
She keenly sensed that something was wrong, turned around and wanted to run, pressing the warm palm on her shoulder, as if pressing a weighty stone, tightly pressing the girl in place and unable to move
The tentacle rushed forward, opening its mouth full of mucus to swallow him directly, but was pinched by the white/elf, and the tentacle turned into a puff of black mist and dissipated.
"Who the hell are you?" Amelia stood stiffly with her neck stuck, and her heart felt cold.
Bai/Elf laughed before saying anything, an intoxicating smile flashed through her cold golden pupils, her white jade-like fingers lifted the girl's blood-stained jaw, and sighed distressedly: "Oh, although a soft-hearted child is very Cute, but I still hope you can be a little colder once in a while."
Amelia: ? ?
What are you talking about? Why can't I understand? She wanted to open her mouth to speak, but her mouth seemed to be stuck, and she couldn't open it no matter what.
"Remember next time, you can't be soft-hearted when dealing with tools."
Bai/Elf's smiling face was getting closer and closer, and the face that looked even more unbelievably beautiful after being vivid came closer, and the palm of her hand covered her eyes.
There was darkness in front of Amelia's eyes, and a very heavy sleepiness surged up, pulling her into a dark dream.
At the last moment of losing consciousness, she heard the voice of Bai/Elf sighing: "Go to sleep, tomorrow will be a fine weather."
In a dilapidated church.
The tentacle was busy picking something from the cracks in the floor tiles, and Alfonso urged it impatiently: "Hurry up."
The tentacle groaned loudly, and its whole body swelled dozens of times. It made a tiger-like movement, and rushed into the floor tiles with a thud, digging open a piece of land, and found a little bit of remaining flesh and blood.
Alfonso pinched his nose and sniffed it. The disgusting stench was indeed right.
He didn't delay any longer, and casually threw the flesh and blood to the tentacle. In a blink of an eye, he had already walked hundreds of meters. The tentacle was chasing after him hard, but the elf speeded up quietly and gradually opened the distance.
He had a bad premonition in his heart.
The premonition of the gods is related to the exact future, and it is usually not groundless.
Alfonso hadn't thought of this yet, but the stronger feeling in his heart prompted him to keep speeding up, and finally returned to the place where he left after a few breaths.
The smell of divine blood still lingered in the air, and there was a row of small bloody footprints on the ground.
The place where the girl sat cross-legged was empty.
There is only a familiar smell left, which is clear and thin, and it will be dispersed by the wind.