"My bones are all rotten and corrupt, and my heart turns into wax stones, and my body dissolves in it. Please abandon me in the dust of death. The dog surrounds me, and I will be abused to those who commit evil deeds!"

Pray to heaven and pray for protection.

Loneliness and despair, poverty and curse.

The world is filled with dark thoughts, the sound of depression, the cry of sadness, the roar of anger that ordinary people cannot hear, and the gathering of these negative thoughts calls for the cold air.

All these negative thoughts follow Erica's words.

The temperature rain came at the end of the month. Soon, my body felt the biting cold.

"Be my power, give me help, give me as soon as possible! Save my soul under the sword. Save me under the teeth of the lion. Save me before the horns of the bison!"

When the ancient saints were about to die, they sang songs of misfortune to God with despair and longing to write hymns.

Ordinary people will lose their sight just by hearing this, and those with weak bodies will fall down directly. If the person who uses it has the will, he can easily curse and kill all the people in this city.

Run wildly.

The momentum is like a hurricane.

Even among all the beasts, there is no one to win.

"The singer walks in front, the merry person walks in the back, and there is a girl who beats the drum in the middle" (Note: Latin. From Psalm 67-26)

"You shall give power to God, whose power is above Israel, and his power is in the sky" (Note: Latin. From Psalm 67-35)

The low but high singing sounds were like thunder shaking.

While sprinting, Cusla took out something from his arms. The sharp object full of metal texture was a nail. It is certainly not worth worrying about just a nail, but in the hands of the monk knight, it is a holy object that can reproduce miracles.

I saw him punching the nail into his right wrist.

The flesh blooms, and the blood wets the sleeves. It doesn't matter.

This is the reappearance of the Savior when he was crucified. At the time of his death, the wounds suffered by the Savior turned into the objects of faith in the Monotheistic Church.

That is, the holy mark.

Things with the same form will have the same nature - if you bear the same wounds as the Savior, you can gain the same "power" as the Savior, the supreme secret of the [Dragon Knights].

"It turns out...this is...."

On the city wall, several rare magicians were silent.

A chill tightly grasped the heart.

Is this fear? Maybe.

For them who are blindly studying the mystery of magic passed down from generation to generation, they cannot understand the way of survival of the [Dragon Knights] born from nothing. The only thing they can inherit is neither property nor magic, but a kind of perseverance.

Because I can't get anything, learn nothing, and have nothing.

They are the ascetics, the monks who are humbler than any knight.

Kusla told them how the weak survived with practical actions.

That’s right, it’s not plunder or resistance. It’s about sticking to your own ideas, beliefs, and striving to restore your former glory.

Imitation? Very appropriate statement.

If even the power of God can be reproduced, then what is the lifelong effort of the magician of the God-generation? What is the magic family with a profound foundation? What is the great pride of heaven?

"Tsk tsk. The law of idol worship...I never expected anyone to implement this principle to the end."

As long as the shape and purpose are similar, a small part of the power of the real thing can be obtained. This is the basic principle of idol worship.

This was the first time Ling Yi had witnessed it in a real sense and couldn't help but exclaim.

The "cursive sword" directly cut the earth. The curse power released by the body expanded to another level, and Kusla almost covered the entire block with only one person. The holy marks formed by the secret ritual resonated with the effect of the curse power. The purity increased to a higher level, and the "cursive sword" expanded several times. It was almost three people taller.

"..." The aftermath alone left Erica speechless.

The huge spell power is shocking.

No, the most outrageous thing is that it is neither a god-killer nor a god, nor a so-called god-ancestor. How does the body of a knight control such a spell?

"'Golgotha's Word Spirit', let me see how powerful it is!"

Kusla threw down a war-declared words and held up the "cursive sword" and slashed heavily.

Although the appearance has increased, it does not mean that the weight is doubled.

The "sword" originally composed of the Annihilation Word Spirit is more powerful and more convenient to kill than before.

At this point, Erica can only shoot the negative spirit at Cusla like an arrow.

If the opponent is an ordinary person, he should have died on the spot.

If you are shot, it will be difficult for a strong magician to continue standing.

The desperate Word Spirit turned into a curse of death, trying to numb the opponent's heart.

Originally, this is a battle technique that blesses the sword and uses its own outstanding action and skills to continuously attack the opponent's opponent's tactics.

However, Erica's intuition told her that she must not let Kusla get close, or that she cannot fight close combat with him.

The strong wind rolled up violently.

Wherever it goes, the earth decays and the flowers in the courtyard are withering and falling.

The dark demon wind. All things that come into contact with are rotten.

Kusla did not hesitate, and the "cursive sword" collided with the thunder-wrapped momentum of despairing spirit.

"kill!"

High battle cry.

The subsequent spell power like Mount Tai defeated the Demon Wind in an instant.

A flash of lightning put an end to this duel.

***************

The night he was invited to Rome by Erica and duel.

Facing his experienced seniors, Erica was not embarrassed to lose by one move. Although she suffered a little injury, she recovered as before after the magic was healed.

The people who represented their respective associations said a lot of compliments afterwards. Although the winner was Kusla, these people knew who he represented to play.

Ling Yi didn't be polite to them and directly reached out to ask for something.

If it weren't for that magical instrument, he would have been so idle that he ran far away to Rome and would have to do a show for people to see.

Several commanders agreed and claimed that they would send someone to deliver the things to their door tomorrow morning.

Afterwards, Ling Yi and Kusla returned to the hotel, but were intercepted halfway through.

The beautiful silver hair is tied into a single ponytail, and the slender beauty is perfectly combined with the slim and luxurious figure, like the appearance of the moon elf who has arrived in the world.

A girl with an atmosphere that is out of reality.

You won't admit your mistakes. You won't admit your mistakes.

Her cute but firm face is like the Nordic war girl, and her temperament is as refreshing as frosty and snowy.

A long-sleeved black T-shirt and a small ruffled skirt, as well as a black leggings, and a blue shawl on the upper body. The blue and black vertical striped tops are different in color and are similar to Erica's outfit style.

"King without crowns, [Bronze Black Cross], I wonder if it will take some time off for you. I have something to say."

The girl's majestic voice echoed.

Kusla took a step forward without saying a word, raised his hand slightly, and the power of the spell flashed like lightning.

"Wait. Iskoqing, I have no malice."

Seeing that Kusla was going to take action, the girl felt nervous and quickly explained.

The momentum suddenly became much weaker.

"Kusla, you go back first, this is my old acquaintance."

Ling Yi spoke.

"learn."

Not too long-winded. Kusla knows his master's character well.

If anyone will suffer a loss, it must be the other party.

Besides, the master said that he was an old acquaintance.

An old acquaintance? Is this beautiful girl? Kusla can't help but think wrongly.

When Kusla walked away, Ling Yi looked at the girl carefully for a while, with an approachable smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Although I haven't seen her for a while, the changes are extremely limited."

Liliana was stunned when she heard this, and then she felt the other person's gaze stopping on her chest for a moment, her face suddenly turned red, she suppressed her anger and said, "Please also ask Wang Shenyan, I am the Marquis of Vaubon.... No, I haven't seen you for a while? I don't remember when I saw you. Talking with the Knight will damage your reputation, and Iskoqing will also be distressed."

"Even the way of speaking is the same as before." Ling Yi shook his head slightly and said in a cold tone, "It was the Marquis of Vaubon who sent you here."

"Yes, long before the Stone of Gorgon appeared, the Marquis expected that the goddess who pursued the "snake" would appear in the world. However, after waiting for a long time, the Stone of Gorgon, which was already in his pocket, would fall into the hands of the body. The Marquis meant that the prey he was targeting would not be able to kill it with the hands of others, otherwise the marquis' anger would implicate countless people, and even the people who controlled themselves would suffer."

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To be continued...