quicksilver blood

Chapter 523 Son of Crystal Nest
Angus' heart began to twitch slightly, and his consciousness gradually boiled.

Indistinct murmurs kept coming from his ears, something scorching hot flowed in from behind the ear, flowed into the heart along the blood vessels, and then more scorching heat flowed out from the heart and poured into the wrists of both hands.As if his hands were washed by boiling water, Angus's fingers twitched subconsciously due to the scorching pain.

—that was a warning sign of danger.

Angus' extraordinary perception kept emphasizing to him that danger was approaching.

It wasn't the sharp sense of crisis when the bow and arrow flew in the air, but the oppressive sense of fear of a killer slowly walking towards him.

But the thickness of the fear itself is already called weird.Angus felt that the air became sticky and cold, like being in a cemetery on a winter night.

It has nothing to do with the strength of the enemy.That is by no means the weirdness that humans can have.

No matter how powerful humans are, they are still only humans.

But at this moment, Angus felt a kind of despair from the world itself.It was a foreign object that even the world could not contain.

——If this kind of monster appears in plural, I am afraid that even His Majesty Saint Laurent can't do anything about it.

The only good news is that Angus is more or less well prepared.

In the lining of his jacket, a thumb-sized silver cross shone like a signal light in a corner where no one could see it.

This was what the young pastor with the unforgettable platinum shawl hair gave him when he went to receive Saint Laurent's "Commandment" four days ago.

"Saint Laurent is with you, parishioner."

The old boy with deep eyes swore to him: "Saint Laurent, Your Majesty has already seen your future. If you are trapped by villains and fall into the conspiracy of cultists, you only need to hold it Shout Roland's name, and Saint Laurent's gift will come...you will use it, sooner or later."

And after Angus took over the silver jewelry, the young man disappeared out of thin air, as if Angus had just hallucinated.

After that, all the residents who hadn't received the "Commandment" talked about leaving very naturally, as if they just came to join in the fun.No one present showed any surprise because of this, and no one looked directly at Angus, as if all of them had forgotten the lord who had just been warmly welcomed by them at the same time.

This degree of abnormality was enough for Angus to understand that he had absolutely no hallucinations.

It can be said that only Angus knew about this meeting.

It was precisely because of this that Angus did not tell his brother or Master Vega about this matter.

Angus is not an intelligent person, but he has known at least one thing over the years, that is, any secret cannot be called a secret as long as it is told to a second person.

And the moment he held the cross, he immediately felt the power of Saint Laurent.The fatigue on his body disappeared immediately, and Angus also felt a kind of peace of mind that he had never felt before.

Saint Laurent is different from those false gods.He has absolutely no need for holy images, which are merely ceremonial but of no value.

"We shall praise—"

Angus clasped his right hand to his chest, pressed the cross and muttered in a low voice that only he could hear.

But the moment he spoke, Angus felt something strange.

Intense hostility rose from the ground, and a thin white mist slowly seeped out from under his feet.The crackling sound of the thin ice surface being trampled on purpose repeated in Angus' ears like hallucinations.

The next moment, Angus saw a terrible vision——

He saw thorny ice thorns blooming at the feet of Viscount Oaklifford, surging like an ocean made of ice, piercing himself and Vega directly and tearing them apart.

What made him feel terrified was that Viscount Oaklifford just stopped his fanatical preaching at this moment, but slowly turned his head around, staring at Angus with eyes intertwined with suspicion and regret.

"...But you don't desire such a flame."

He bit his lip, and said in extreme pain: "You are nobles, and I am also a noble... I am willing to give up my status as a noble and really do something for the people, but why do you want to be greedy for this privilege that is higher than the people? Won't you stoop to meet the flames that revolutionize the world?"

"Wait... you say, a privilege above the people?"

Oakleford's words immediately angered Viscount Angus.

The corner of his mouth was raised mockingly, and the surging blood almost dazzled his mind, making him forget his current situation.

He couldn't help but refuted: "Who told you that nobles are going to be superior to others? Your parents?"

Viscount Oaklifford was taken aback for a moment.

At the same time, the damp and cold fear surrounding Viscount Angus also dissipated.

But Angus couldn't care less about these at the moment.

"The so-called nobles are those who take the lead—"

Angus said proudly: "The nobles should be at the forefront of the battlefield, the nobles should sacrifice their lives for the wishes of the people, and the nobles should fight for the people. What happened. It is precisely because the people respect the virtues of the nobles from the bottom of their hearts, respect the laws set by the nobles, and yearn for the life of the nobles, that people can make progress."

"Return the rights and property belonging to the people to the people? It sounds good... Without tax collectors, who can donate money to build dams? Without nobles, who will take the lead in the charge? If there is no upward goal in the world, no awe And the heart of longing, what is the progress of mankind? That is the fall of mankind! Are you going to turn mankind into puppets without blood or tears!"

Even in the face of a monster that could easily kill him, Angus still held his head high and reprimanded the cultist in front of him word by word in a proud and firm tone.

But even after being scolded so severely by Angus, Viscount Oaklifford's face was completely calm.

"Whatever you say, Viscount Cthugya."

His face became emotionless like a puppet, and a dim yellow flame gradually ignited in his eyes: "Maybe you are right...but you can't change my thoughts, let alone your fate."

As he whispered, his body began to alienate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His cheeks gradually withered, like a mummy.Several pieces of faint yellow crystals emerged from his shriveled face, five or six faint yellow crystal spikes of different lengths pierced from his chin, spine and shoulder blades, and the fine and hollow crystal spikes slowly rolled over his body. stab out.

Up to now, the savior Angus expected has still not arrived.He didn't see Saint Laurent granting him a miracle to instantly have the power to defeat the monster, nor did he see a lightning bolt strike and kill the monster with the face of Viscount Oaklifford in front of him.

So, Angus took a deep breath, then pulled out the cross from his arms, roared and rushed forward, intending to stab the sharp long handle into Viscount Oaklifford's eyes.

But just as he took a step, several hollow crystal thorns more than one meter long burst out from under his feet in an instant, piercing his whole body.Roaring, Angus was lifted up by the slowly expanding crystal thorns, lifted up in the sky as if pierced by several spears at the same time, and sent to Viscount Oaklifford.

"You see, you can't change your mortal destiny. Just as you can't change the fate of this world—the world will eventually perish. Everything is futile."

"Viscount Oaklifford" said flatly.

"Heh... This is different from what you said before. What about equality? How about changing the world?"

Angus endured the coldness and numbness of having his blood taken away, and said with a sneer.

"These will come true sooner or later, but it doesn't affect Farnes' stepping into the dusk."

"Viscount Oaklifford" stared at Angus expressionlessly: "No one can change fate——"

Just halfway through it, Angus's arm muscles tensed instantly, and he broke several slender crystal thorns, stabbing the cross he had been holding in his hand without warning towards the "Viscount Oaklifford".

But just before he was about to stab the "Viscount Oaklifford", dozens of sharp thorns pierced out from the ground in an instant, piercing his arm from his shoulder to his fingertips, and his entire right arm was pierced by crystal thorns. Fixed, unable to move.

The cross was now less than half an inch away from "Viscount Oakleyford"'s eyes.But "Viscount Oakleyford" didn't even blink, and just looked at Angus calmly.

"Jeffrey! You...monster!"

Angus' complexion was pale with pain, he held back the pain, and cursed word by word.

But "Jeffrey" shook his head.

"The twilight follower named Jeffrey Francis Oaklive died three months ago."

He said flatly in a tone without hatred: "Standing here now is [Son of Crystal Nest] Geoffreyla, the great Twilight Familiars—"

(End of this chapter)