The bone of sin domain is king

Chapter 642 Scene [-]. Ending
The man hid his face in a gray hood and a long cloak, only his pair of blue eyes shone with a palpitating light in the smoke and dust, and a large sword was inserted obliquely on the ground beside him, The sword body is thick and simple, but the edge is extremely sharp, cutting iron like mud.

click-

The other party stretched out a hand with a steel glove from the long cloak, and gently held the big sword.

"This feeling"

Lafast frowned slightly, and the aura revealed by the other party became much weaker now, as if everything before was an illusion. The person standing in front of him felt like an ordinary mortal without any power The presence.

In front of Lafast, the twelve paladins formed an impenetrable line of defense. Even the legendary strong would need to spend a certain amount of effort to break through, so he was confident.

But this person in front of him was really too weird. For a moment, Lafast even thought that the other person's existence itself was a fiction, because the aura was too ethereal, even weaker than ordinary people, more like It is the dying man before his deathbed.

At the moment when Lafast hesitated, the opponent moved.

He slowly pulled out the big sword from the ground, and then walked forward, walking slowly and calmly.

Although he didn't feel any trace of power, Lafast still felt that the person in front of him had a much heavier pressure than the gold-ranked powerhouse. He waved his hands unconsciously and commanded his twelve holy knights to launch attack.

The mutation happened in an instant.

Before Lafast had time to react, he felt that his vision became unstable, and then he moved towards the sky. After turning around, he saw that his body was still in mid-air, from the neck. , viscous and moist blood gushed out from the neat wound section, like a fountain in the central square of Ramirez.

In the corner of his field of vision, Lafast saw the twelve paladins whom he was proud of falling backwards in different postures. The existence of the twelve golden ranks could not even delay the opponent's sword by a single breath.

When he landed completely, Lafast saw the man standing in front of him with a sword in one hand.

From where he was at the beginning, to the front of Lafast, it was exactly 120 steps away.

120 steps, 12 people.

Kill ten people in ten steps, and stay in a thousand miles.

Consciousness was hazy for a while, Lafast seemed to see his young self, peeking at the men and women in Chinese costumes performing the joys and sorrows of life in the attic of the theater. Qualified actors, in addition to their acting skills, also need to dedicate their bodies, drifting between the beds of those famous playwrights and directors.

Finally, on the night when Lafast awakened his power, he made all the people who had hurt him into alchemy dolls, and then disappeared, only to be found by the Holy Church a few years later, and absorbed as a night watchman , to eradicate heresy.

Everything went with the wind, Lafast finally closed his eyes, the performance ended, the stage was abandoned, and the world was silent.

Not far away, Nia and Ashe saw the beheaded Lafast, but they had two different expressions.

"really."

Ai Xue shook her head, her guess seemed to be correct.

"Amyra?"

And Niya, seeing the headless body of the young girl, was terrified.

She never thought that Amyla was the real mastermind behind the scenes, and everything was Amyla's script.

Whether it is letting Nia see her and Slein, or using Slein to seduce Nia, or even being killed, it is all arranged by the script.

Amyra is like a child immersed in her own world, performing dramas.

"It seems that this is his true form. I didn't expect it to be such a young child."

Ashe pondered.

"'Script production' Marilyn Lafast, the judge ranks sixth, presumably the first alchemy doll she made is herself."

The person who responded to Ai Xue was the hooded man. His voice was deep and had some kind of special magnetism.

This is Miss Aixue's brother?

Niya sneaked a glance at the other person. The whole face of that person was hidden in the hood, and he couldn't see his face clearly at all, but judging from his voice, he was indeed an adult man.

"Is this the Nia you were talking about before?"

Sensing Nia's gaze, the man asked Ashe softly.

"Yes, she was involved."

Ai Xue shrugged and touched Nia's head.

"The hidden magic circle has failed, and they will be aware of my existence in less than a quarter of an hour, so they have to move quickly."

The man said helplessly, and then gently placed his hand on top of Nia's head.

"Go back, and you will forget everything you saw today."

Like a spell, Nia's eyes immediately became slack. She nodded, then turned around and walked back to the town along the main road.

"Will they do anything to this town?"

Ai Xue was a little worried and looked at Nia's retreating back.

"The agreed time has not yet come, and they will not expose themselves rashly."

The man raised his hand and stroked Ai Xue's long hair, trying to reassure the girl.

"Your body."

Ai Xue took advantage of the situation and leaned over, nestled in the man's arms, and said with a little worry.

"I should have known earlier that Gracius fused his long sword with half of his soul and hid it in the world. In fact, it was for enough souls to wait for the full resurrection after a thousand years."

In the past four years, Ai Xue has basically figured out the ins and outs of the matter.

In order to resist the fate of the saint, Gracius adopted the method of sealing the purest soul in the weapon. The long sword will absorb the souls of all the creatures it kills, and constantly guide the holder to follow the rules of Gracius. Set the trajectory of action.

In fact, over the course of thousands of years, that long sword has absorbed millions of souls, tempering and condensing them, until the last holder died, and the long sword turned into a corpse, and was killed by an "accident" Possessed by the descending soul.

Since then, Gracius' will has been guiding the actions of that soul, with the purpose of making his body stronger to the extent that it can carry the will of the saint.

Finally, four years ago, in the Ramirez Cathedral, Gracius regained all his power, regained his identity as a saint, and disappeared.

As for the remaining soul on the long sword, there is only one wisp left.

After four years of long time, the soul finally reshaped the body and once again stood on the earth.

"Gracius, I'm back again."

Man, Rosen whispered.

(End of this chapter)