Why
But Louis had no time to think about this question.
The moment the body was pierced, the pain nerves stopped for a moment, and Louis squeezed his saber with difficulty.
Sculler hung him up and pushed him hard against the wall, Louis' blood dripped down his fingertips, fell onto his face, and was gently licked away by him.
"You don't die that easily, believe me, boy," Sculler whispered, his perennially sick voice brought out an animal-like "hissing" sound, but the slow and determined tone was vaguely original He looked at Louis almost with pity, "You are too young, so young."
Louie finally gathered his strength and swiped his sword towards Sculler's arm, not caring that he would be torn in half by his claws.
The saber slashed on Mr. Sculler's shoulder, and was bounced away with a "ding". Sculler pulled out his bone-like claw fiercely, and threw Louis heavily to the corner: "I understand you, I know you will fight to the end, but I have time to wait for you."
There was a tearing suffocation from the heart, Louis curled up involuntarily, tore off his collar, grabbed the damn omentum covering the heart, and wanted to tear it off.
But it had almost become one with his body, and every time it was pulled, there would be unbearable pain from the adhered internal organs.
How much does it hurt
It hurt so much that he no longer knew it hurt.
He finally believed that there were people in the world who were tortured to death alive.
The salty smell gushed out of his throat, and Louis spit out a mouthful of internal organs mixed with blood.
Sculler lightly rubbed his hand that had transformed from bones, as if feeling a little emotional, he asked in a voice, "Young man, why does it have to be so tragic?"
"I'm not... you." Louis pinched his fingers into his skin, and blood oozed out from nowhere along his fingertips. He could hardly make a sound, and every word seemed to be There was the sound of a bursting airflow, but Sculler miraculously understood what he was saying.
"Shame..." he was saying.
Sculler laughed out loud, he didn't understand why he was so overjoyed, but vaguely, there was some indescribable sadness hidden in his voice.
At this time, an arrow suddenly pierced through the air in the darkness, and Skoller's laughter stopped abruptly, and he quickly dodged to dodge.
Then he stood still, with a blue face that did not look like a living person, turned his head, and looked at Aldo who was holding a bow at the end of this corridor.
"Your Excellency." A smile suddenly appeared on his tense face, "It's you."
That familiar tone caused Aldo to pause almost imperceptibly, as if he was thinking about who the "person" in front of him was. After all...is it Parola? Or Scowler
"Alyn Brad Farah Sculler, I salute you." Sculler made a virtual gesture of taking off his hat, and asked meaningfully, "And what about your little baby who likes to go on a rampage?"
Aldo's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition. However, after all, the city was deep, and he said calmly: "Obviously, for him, there are more important things to do than to meet you, a traitor, in the underground palace." Do."
Sculler didn't bother with this topic, he just sighed softly, and looked at Louis who was curled up in the corner with almost sympathetic eyes, as if he had stopped moving: "If at that time, the time when you reappeared in the world would be A little two minutes earlier, I wouldn't pass the epee on, maybe this young man wouldn't have to die."
Aldo glanced at Louis calmly, evaluating the current situation.
"While alive, force the living soul nailed to the enchantment into deep sleep, so that he will guard the enchantment forever—listen, how great it is." Sculler kicked Louis with his toe , "But think about it carefully, what harm will this do to you, except that you can live forever? Dear former archbishop, do you want to come to clarify your doubts?"
The corner of Aldo's mouth tugged slightly: "Not everyone is as greedy for life as you are for fear of death."
"Of course." Sculler gently raised his chin, "A thousand years later, this paragraph will be added to the history textbooks of the temple - when Archbishop Goode was in power, humans and Krystal concluded the second The priest, Mr. Meiguert, personally led people to the Mountain of Absolute Shadow, retrieved the crucial spar, repaired the loopholes in the enchantment, and human beings will live forever...how great! And the poor, sad Mr. Sculler Ah, he is just a premature death who has not caught up with the most glorious era. When he was dying, he was incontinent, and he had to rely on a ventilator to continue his breathing. His life had long lost dignity. The only thing this poor thing did The right thing to do is to pass the priesthood to Monsieur Louis Meguert."
He turned slightly and asked softly, "Is that so? Mr. Good, my respected friend?"
The sound of Mr. Good's footsteps could not deceive anyone present. When he saw the people on the ground, his pupils shrank suddenly: "Louis!"
Louie didn't respond to him and was probably dead.
"Stop shouting, I will take over the authority of the priest immediately, and you two may be able to compete at that time—but my old friend, I'm afraid your willpower will not be able to overcome this young man." Sculler looked at him coldly. He said, "I've dedicated my whole life to the temple and the enchantment, to the point where I let it ruin my health and even my family, and yet I've always been your subordinate—and what are you doing? 'Respectable' Archbishop gentlemen?"
Mr. Good's fat chest heaved violently: "Are you crazy? This child is an apprentice you personally brought up, have you forgotten?"
Sculler suddenly took out a document from his pocket, threw it at Aldo's feet, and said sarcastically, "Why, Lord Aldo, do you want to read about the investigation of your junior's private property?" Condition?"
Aldo bent down and picked up the papers.
"He has more than 30 properties, countless unidentified properties, and as many as 16 overseas accounts! Mr. Goode—Charles, would you like to explain your salary level to your seniors?"
Mr. Good stared at him dumbfounded, and said after a long while: "There are some...investment income..."
"Ha!" Scholler laughed sharply, "Come on, we all know those old tricks, transferring money from unknown sources to foreign countries through illegal lawyers and businessmen who specialize in this kind of business on the black market, and operating it several times Transfer the money, and finally return it to your hands through investment, no one can trace the source of the funds, and you are clean!"
"I… "
"How do I know this?" Sculler looked at him gloomily, "I know a lot more, old friend—where did the guns and useless bullets used by the temple hunters come from? It was not allocated by the government, but you bought it from a big arms dealer in your country who is a wanted criminal! How much benefit did you get? The temple operates tourism, and how many tax bills will be missed every year, who knows? The government specially sent The prosecutor can be killed by you in the tavern in the alley without anyone noticing, and the case report has been manslaughter by a homeless man!"
"Why do the citizens hang up the name of the temple with a red pen when they commit suicide? Because you, dear Mr. Goode, you bribed those fat-headed wastes like you to let them build public facilities Funds for education, education, and even medical treatment were all given to you! And all you did was to let your trash hunters chase some little difus below level five to run around every day under the protection of the barrier! These Is the money enough for you to squander, is it enough for you to cheat on your respectable wife?"
Aldo frowned—he always remembered the unspeakable worry on Mr. Sculler, and he could hear the man's uncontrollable anger at this moment.
"But at least he didn't betray the Temple," he said.
"What happened later? Do you dare to tell what you did in front of your senior?" Scholler didn't answer Aldo's words, pointing at Mr. Goode and yelling, "Later she died! In a mission you personally arranged, when her body was brought back, you were lying in the arms of the big breasted woman you kept in your villa, murderer! murderer!"
"You love her?" Aldo quickly interjected again. Mr. Sculler froze for a moment, and Aldo immediately confirmed that this was definitely not Paola, maybe it was just a remnant left in the human bone box. After Paola was completely bent over by the bone of Satan, there would be absolutely no human beings. Emotionally, Aldo sneered, "Facing someone you love, do you dare to chatter endlessly when death is imminent?"
"I'm dying?" Sculler looked back at him coldly.
"Your Excellency, Archbishop Al, have you forgotten that you have resigned long ago, and have no power to control other authority of the underground palace except the enchantment core?"
Sculler grabbed Louis by the shoulders and lifted him up from the ground: "I'll let you see who is dying!"
With a crisp sound, a small glass bottle fell from Louis' body. It was already empty. It was obviously the specification for special medicines in the treatment department, but it hadn't been labeled yet.
The man who was dying and motionless suddenly stretched out his hand from his chest, and he dragged out the whole parasitic web. His chest was peeled off by that thing, revealing thick bones and faint internal organs, but Louis' expression Calm, seems to feel no pain at all.
"It won't be us." As he said, he threw the parasitic net on Sculler's face suddenly, picked up his saber at some point, and stabbed it fiercely.
Sculler took the sword from him with his body: "Batweed? Okay... okay, let me say that this young man's willpower is absolutely irresistible Charles Goode—but child, you want to use this What will saber do to me?"
With a "snap", the saber in Louis' hand just snapped.
Louis backed away suddenly, but two other swords swung at Sculler from two directions at the same time, one thick and one thin, one extremely bright and the other extremely dark.
"Then what about mine?" Carlos looked very embarrassed, his coat had disappeared, and there was only a shirt missing in three places, barely hanging on his body to cover his body. After he missed a hit, Without even pausing, he chased after it, "What do you think of the epee of the Fraret family? You bastard who doesn't know if it's Parola or Sculler!"
At the same time, Gall withdrew his sword just in time to avoid colliding with Carlos' unstoppable attack.
He hugged Louis by the waist and let him lean on him. Aldo quickly walked over and ripped off the clothes on Louis' chest.
The parasitic net that was forcibly pulled out left a big hole that pierced his chest and back.
Louis pretended to be relaxed and asked: "Help me, sir, is your heart still beating?"
"How is it?" Gal asked eagerly.
Aldo covered his clothes and shook his head silently.
Gall's heart sank.
Louis laughed, this restrained man, he seemed to have never smiled so heartily in his life.
Amy, who was finally let go by those crazy magic circles and just arrived at this time, stopped three or four meters away from them, as if she didn't dare to go any further.
"The batgrass stem is a good thing—I didn't expect that it would be the first time in my life to embezzle public property with others, and it would be of such a great help." Louis said this, then turned to look at Aldo, "Your Excellency, is what Mr. Sculler said true?"
Aldo looked into his eyes for a while, then nodded: "As far as I can tell, I'm afraid it is."
The smile on Louie's face faded.
"It's ridiculous. We didn't die in the Shadow Mountain, but we died in the Temple." Louis said, he knew that Mr. Good was standing not far from him, but this man bravely tore the parasitic net from his heart. The man who got down didn't have the courage to look at the other person at this time, "I don't understand... I'm afraid I will be confused until I die, and I feel... very disappointed."
His body twitched suddenly, his life was already exhausted, and the effect of the batweed stalk liquid was rapidly draining away. He felt his body start to feel cold, and he twitched unconsciously due to the excessive blood loss... It still didn't hurt, just Slowly a little tired.
Louis felt that he was approaching death.
Amy suddenly rushed over as if waking up from a dream, pushed Gal away, and hugged Louis tightly in her arms: "No... no Louis, you haven't answered my question... I have a way, I must have a way ! I am the best therapist, I have a way!"
"Ai..." Gal looked at him worriedly, and wanted to give him a hand, but Amy patted his hand hard.
Louis raised his hand, but when he saw the blood on his hand, he shrank back embarrassingly. He looked at Amy, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, just smiled, closed his eyes, and felt extremely tired. In Amy's arms.
Amy suddenly took out a small bottle from her arms, put something in her mouth, then opened Louis' jaw viciously, and forcefully fed it to him.
The medicine powder was quickly washed away by the blood foam that Louis choked out, and Amy fed it one after another persistently, kissing the man in her arms desperately.
"Swallow it! Swallow it please...please!"
Gal turned his head away—so what if he swallowed it? When the effect of the batweed stem recedes, people cannot survive like this without heart.
The sound of a sharp weapon passing through the body sounded, and Carlos slashed Sculler neatly with his sword at the waist. Just as Sculler's body split into two and flew out, a bell rang suddenly from nowhere, and the entire underground palace reverberates.
"Adorat's... death knell," Mr. Good murmured.
Shrill, unrecognizable laughter sounded, echoing the bell, and came from all directions.
Countless stiff footsteps sounded, and the fallen corpses stood upright one by one, like dolls on a string, their bloody bodies gradually returning to their original appearance.
Facing their former friends, colleagues and lovers, the first reaction of the living people is to step back in unison.
These dead people gradually condensed together, forming a huge body with countless faces. All life will wither wherever they walk. From the ground palace to the underground palace, the defensive magic circle outside is fully opened. , still unable to stop its footsteps.
An evil spirit man, exactly the same as the one that appeared on Juying Mountain and in the battle thousands of years ago.
It raised its "hand" high and spread the huge palm as if worshiping. Carlos suddenly felt the pulling force, and the human bone box he put in his trouser pocket flew out of him in an instant. Immediately realizing that the remedy was too late, he swept away with the blood-stained epee without hesitation, and the human bone box snapped in half.
However, it still went straight into the hands of the evil spirit.
Sculler's broken body slowly dissipated, and finally turned into a ray of light, returned to the human bone box, and turned into a small piece of bone.
Everyone stared dumbfounded at the turn of events.
"The bone of Satan..." Carlos suddenly said in a low voice, "Does the bone of Satan... not exist? So the so-called bone of Satan is... a human being?"
On the top of the Shadow Mountain, the world has given them hints about the last enemy, but unfortunately, the people who escaped from the catastrophe did not realize it.
Even if there are thousands of vicious difu outside the barrier, they can still arouse the last trace of blood in most people.
But when Adorat's death knell sounded, everyone suddenly lost their fighting spirit.
The dark light emanated from the human bone box in the monster's hand, slowly elongated, and finally became the shape of a scepter, which was exactly the same as the one in the archbishop's office, except that the surface was covered with thick black mist.
"What does it do?" Gal asked.
But Aldo stood up suddenly: "The enchantment core! The core of the enchantment core used to be the Satan bone, and he wants to use the new Satan bone to destroy the old one!"
"But you didn't say..."
"Yes, the Satanic bone has been replaced with new energy, but the replacement is not yet complete!" Aldo raised his hand and glanced at his watch, "There is still an hour, stop it no matter what, no matter what price you pay!"
Where the dark scepter touches, all the magical weapons in the world will be corroded, and all lives will be harvested. It is said that it is more powerful than the hatred of ten thousand difu, but...
Who would know that it is just a heart of sorrow and hatred
"Amy, take Louis away—you go to the barrier core," Mr. Good suddenly said, and the old gentleman said calmly, "I am still the archbishop and have the authority of the magic circle. All the defensive circles in the underground palace may help me block it for half an hour, and for the remaining half hour... "
He stood there with a chubby, ridiculous belly, without the scepter that symbolized his identity, but his chubby fingers were held empty, as if holding something solemnly.
It seems that he is still the archbishop who is dressed in a high crown and holds a symbol of infinite glory and holiness.
Aldo gave him a deep look, and said to the other two, "Go!"
They withdrew quickly, leaving the battlefield to the current ruler.
And Mr. Good finally fulfilled his promise—half an hour.
Although his body was split into six pieces, the flesh and blood caused a bloody storm in the underground palace.
The large defensive circle went dark, and the evil spirit didn't even look at Amy, who was curled up in the corner with Louis in her arms, and walked towards the barrier core with heavy steps.
I don't know how long it took, a bloodstain spread along the clothes on Amy's chest, his hands trembled so much that he couldn't even support Louis' body, so he could only put him on the ground, leaning on him, with a strange look in his eyes. looked at him deeply.
Louis seemed to be in a dream—he dreamed that on a cold Christmas night, a man kissed him unexpectedly, but he pushed him away. On the snow-capped mountain where the bonfire was quietly burning, a man said that he liked him tirelessly. At the door of the office, the other party asked him about his views on sex reassignment surgery in such a serious manner, and stuffed him with a small bottle of batweed stems... everything.
He was awakened by the hurried footsteps of the last remaining hunters from the outer hall entering the dungeon.
Someone exclaimed: "That's Therapist Berg and Mr. Meguert!"
Louis opened his eyes suddenly, and he was shocked to find that the body temperature was returning to his body, as if an extremely powerful force was repairing his body, but Amy's breathing was trembling.
"What did you do to me... what did you do to me?"
Amy hooked his neck: "I beg you... say a word."
He lay on Louis' body, and Louis stretched out his hand to tear off his clothes in disbelief—on Amy's chest, he found a scar that was exactly the same as his own. He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood: "You used shadow Devil's horn?!"
The powder made from the shadow demon's horns can manipulate people's dreams, and as a price, transfer the damage from the other party to themselves.
"How could you do this! How could you..." Louis searched him almost in a panic, trying to find things on him that he hadn't had time to swallow.
Someone couldn't stand it and stopped him: "Mr. Meiguert! Instructor! Calm down!"
Louie's eyes were unbearably red.
"Whether it's giving or receiving, it depends on a person..." Amy's voice stopped here, and he even strangled Louis' neck severely, and he was speechless.
Whether it's giving or bestowing, it can only be used once on a person. Once all the damage is transferred, once all the dreams are completed, there will be no other memory thief's horn that can do the same. thing.
"It hurts..." Amy cried, "It hurts... Did you feel this pain just now?"
My heart hurts so much that I probably have to replace him with my own body.
I can't tolerate a little wound on his body, but I am willing to die for him.
But this absurd, cruel, ridiculous and sad thing... is human emotion.
"You said..." Amy grabbed his tattered clothes, "You said 'you like me', please, you said..."
Louie took his hand.
"Say it!" Amy hissed.
"Yes, yes!" Louis gritted his teeth, and after a long time, he almost choked up and said, "I like you!"
Amy finally smiled through his tears and he got his wish. These words seemed to end all his desire to survive, and made him no longer struggle, but there was a little serene expression on his face.
"It's a shame, dear, I don't like you."
— These are his last words with exceptional clarity.
Half an hour is enough time for Aldo and the others to do too many things—they also found the surviving Evan.
"We can't have any contact with the evil spirits." Aldo threw a bottle of purified water to Carlos who had already used up the bottle, "The magic circle is the only weapon, and the magic circle in the temple itself is always defensive. Lord, the attack power is not strong, so Mr. Gude can last for half an hour, which is already the limit... "
After hearing this, Evan stupidly forgot what he was supposed to do, and raised his head from the half-drawn magic circle: "What? What do you mean?"
"Literally." Aldo said coldly, "If you don't want him to die in vain, do your thing."
"Is this the forbidden technique used during the Black Robe Battle?" Gal asked.
"No, only a small part." Aldo replied, "It took a whole month to prepare the forbidden technique back then. Even if there are four of us, we only have time to finish part of it now. We cannot absorb its energy, and we cannot even kill it." Kill it, but as long as you can hold it for half an hour—so I ask you to add all the attack elements you know in the form of a secondary formation on the basis of your known magic circle knowledge without affecting the entire structure. "
"It's only half an hour," he said. "I know it's difficult, but it has to be done."
Evan took the purified water and the grass stem liquid specially used for attacking the magic circle in a daze, thinking silently, could he... be so calm forever
The sound of heavy footsteps finally came from a distance, and Aldo methodically connected the last stroke with Carlos' responsibility. The four of them completed an almost unbelievable large formation in half an hour, covering the entire The tomb where the enchantment core is locked.
"This is a magic circle with a master..." Gal pointed out.
"Last time it was me..."
Before Carlos finished speaking, Aldo grabbed the collar and threw it aside: "Don't even think about it, this time the leader is me."
Carlos' eyes flashed, but it was rare that he did not raise any objections to this.
It's just that when Aldo walked straight to the position of the array master with his back turned, and the footsteps got closer and closer, Carlos withdrew to the part of the array drawn by Evan, lowered his head for a closer look, and then bent down Filled in two strokes.
No one cared—Although Evan is sensitive to the magic circle, he is a guy who just graduated after all. If there is something inappropriate, it is very normal for Carlos to see it and fill it in.
After finishing this task, he obediently retreated outside the magic circle, which was a rare obedience to the order, and clenched his sword tightly.
The evil spirits are coming.