quicksilver blood

Chapter 419 I Have Special Skills for Pulling Monsters

The hot and humid air filled Joseph's side.

The skin is surrounded by hot air, like in a sauna, sweat drips down, and the back is completely soaked.Even the eyeballs became slightly hot, and the vision was wrapped in steam and became blurred.It's like putting your face on top of boiling water.

After entering the city of wealth, Joseph really realized that the city had really been destroyed.

The diluted Flowing Fire Light was still heating up after a month.Although this heat has long been unable to ignite anything, it is still hotter than ordinary boiling water.

Joseph did not wade forward, he erased his own weight with a secret method, and condensed a layer of film on the golden water surface, slightly sinking to support his weight, just like a water strider jumping on the water in summer.

If he accidentally fell into it, Joseph had no doubt that his feet and calves would be burned.But he has such confidence that he can walk freely on any water surface without relying on any props.

Walking on water is the job skill of every senior stalker. Even though Joseph has abandoned his previous beliefs, the more than 50 years he spent in Nix's church were not in vain.That ability has long been turned into instinct, and I can't forget it even if I want to.

Like every nostalgic old man, Joseph inexplicably remembered how he was when he saw Kakarit last time.It was not too long before I first met Roland, whose alias was "Orlando".

At the time, Kakarit suffered severe burns to the back of his neck.His neck was split open and dripping with blood.Near the wound, there were two rings of gray-black marks with blood scabs, and the vicinity was full of blisters, and pus had even begun to ooze.

It's almost like being scalded with a branding iron and sprinkled with salt - or put on a red-hot iron collar.

At that time, the nails of Kakarit's ten fingers were violently pulled out with pliers, the phalanges of two of them were also roughly crushed, and three fingers were pierced through by rusty iron nails. , Seeing that he couldn't survive.

If it weren't for Roland, I'm afraid he really wouldn't be able to survive.

Joseph sighed deeply.

From this point of view, it is not impossible for Joseph to understand that Kakarit has become Roland's loyal dog.But understanding and agreeing are two different things.

Maybe the relationship between the two people used to be good, but now that they have embarked on different paths, the two are no longer the same way.

...Speaking of which, I and Kakarit were still good friends back then.

Joseph's steps gradually slowed down, and the corners of his always stern mouth slightly raised an inconspicuous arc.

At that time, I was 67 years old and Kakarit was less than 40 years old, so I was just a child in my eyes.

Joseph still remembered that Kakarit had a seven-year-old daughter who was very cute—he even showed Joseph and the others a picture of that child.

But now...

"He hasn't been home for three years..."

Joseph murmured in a voice only he could hear.

"It's really outrageous. You are all fathers, and you still act so impulsively..."

As if he was still the old man in the past, Joseph, who has become younger now, reprimanded the person who was not in front of him at the moment with a stern voice.

But before he finished speaking, Joseph's words choked up inexplicably.

A terrible fact that he didn't want to think about came to Joseph's mind at this moment.

... If I hadn't met Roland then, what would happen to me now?
Joseph couldn't help but imagine in his mind.

If I hadn't met Roland, then I wouldn't have given my faith to the Sleeping Mentor, and I would still be a believer in Nix.

If he hadn't died in the incident where Roland burned the city of wealth, then he should have followed the large army to the White Tower and became a member of the predators—and then died in the hands of Elcardo.

After dealing with Elcardo, Joseph deeply understood how terrifying that seemingly harmless and elegant girl was.

If she is a "wicked person", then she is a real "monster".

Joseph wasn't afraid of Roland at all, but it was different for Elcardo.

Just looking at her gave Joseph chills.Just like the shadows will be swallowed by the night, the darkness has no power to fight back in the face of greater darkness.

As long as she was there, Joseph would not dare to betray Roland openly.

Joseph suddenly felt that his spirit seemed to become younger along with his body.

If it was a year ago, I didn't meet Roland, and I didn't have so many thoughts when I was young.At that time, the old Joseph lived in a gloomy, dull and contented world.No matter how much the world changes, it has nothing to do with him. Anyway, he won't live for too long. His only wish is to cultivate Roland into the kind of person he dreamed of.

However, after becoming younger, Joseph rebelled against his older self.

Although his behavior still has the shadow of the past tense, but as his body becomes younger, Joseph's desires have also increased significantly.His behavior became radical, his thinking became unrealistic, and he began to clamor about his "dreams."

When exactly did it start to change?
For a moment, Joseph could not help but lose his mind.

He stood quietly in the very center of the city, looking at the world that became as golden as dusk under the morning light, and began to reflect on what he had done.

After all, what am I...

But before he could start thinking, he felt that something seemed to vibrate violently under his feet, and strong ripples appeared on the golden water.

A strong sense of crisis swept over Joseph's body.His excellent perception is desperately warning him.

A feeling of being stared at by a ferocious predator made Joseph feel the sweat on his back seem to be a little chilly.The hairs all over his body tensed up instantly, and the clogged sweat made Joseph feel uncomfortable.

--what exactly is it! ?

The next moment, almost instinctively, Joseph jumped backwards, just in time to avoid the attack from under his feet.

Pure white vines with golden veins—if vines as thick as a bucket can be called vines—raised upwards from Joseph’s feet, the air and water surface were torn apart, and the golden boiling water made an extremely loud roar , Set off a fountain-like huge wave.

Joseph only had time to cover his eyes with his hands, and then he was splashed all over by the hot golden boiling water.

Then, with a manic hiss, the great oak rose from the water.Known as the "Tree of Suffering?" The druid with a gentle face was almost furious and waved his vines, beating everything around him like a madman.

Joseph looked bewildered.

...I didn't seem to attack him, did I?How did I mess with him?

"Wait, Mr. Arkham..."

Joseph had just finished speaking, and those scarlet eyes fixed on him fiercely, as if confirming the murderer, several vines beat him mercilessly from all directions.

For a moment, Joseph felt a bit of anger in his heart.

I didn't offend you, and I'm going to take someone's life...

"A wild dog that can't reason...?"

Joseph's words also became cold.

In his eyes, the silver-gray holy flame gradually ignited.

(End of this chapter)