quicksilver blood

Chapter 547 Elcarter
"No one brought me in, Lord Guderian."

Crises bent down exaggeratedly like a circus clown, revealing a funny and weird smile.

He repeatedly confirmed with a low and slippery voice like talking to himself: "That's right... No one brought me in. No one, no one ever..."

The illusion of being choked by something appeared in Guderian's mind.

He resisted the inexplicable desire to vomit and took a step back.

"...you're crazy, Chryses."

Guderian's left hand gently rested on the ceremonial knife at his waist, and he no longer concealed his disgust for Chryses: "I will give you one last chance to retreat from the temple immediately. Otherwise, you will be There’s a price to pay.”

As he spoke, his eyes gradually became as sharp as a falcon.Silver-white halos flickered in his eyes.

"The price? What price?"

Chrises shook his shriveled body, and his voice gradually became shrill: "What price can I pay! I have nothing! You traitors can't understand me!"

"—Chryses, shut up."

Guderian murmured in a low voice, as if real anger surged out of his slightly closed eyes.

But Chryses did not waver at all.

His hunched body straightened immediately, as if he was facing a duel, he gathered all his strength, and his clenched fists made a creaking sound.

"What did I say wrong? What are you denying!"

Chryses roared with all his strength in a hoarse voice: "Give up the glory of Tyre, and turn to believe in a mere false god! He even walks on the ground, living, dying, dying like a mortal! Aren't you ashamed?! "

Chryses' roar was so hysterical that his voice was so hoarse that he could hardly utter it.

But the sound alone was enough to lure the people in the temple out.Guderian has heard a series of hurried footsteps coming from inside.

But Chrissy did not shy away from it.He just took a deep breath and angrily shouted again in a clearer voice: "It's time for you to go to hell! Just follow your savior Roland to hell! You traitors! Cowards! Heretics!

"—I tell you to shut up!"

Guderian was furious and roared like a lion.

The silver-white holy fire in his eyes was so viscous that it overflowed, and a thin layer of holy fire burned on the surface of his body.

As soon as the words fell, he immediately appeared in front of Chryses, thrust out his right fist with lightning speed, immediately penetrated Chryses' chest, and pierced out behind him.

The silver-white holy flame suddenly rose from Chrises' body, and his shriveled body quickly burned like dry wood.Chryses's body slowly fell backwards, pulled away from Guderian's arms, and turned his back to the sky, his fists clenched tightly.

Guderian slowly withdrew his right hand, the holy flame gradually extinguished, and his right arm was not stained with blood.

Although theoretically blood and corpses cannot appear in the temple, Guderian no longer cares about these.

If Chryses was allowed to live on, maybe he would utter more blasphemy.

"Such blasphemy..."

Guderian shook his head, stepped over the body of Chrises, who was burning with the holy flame, and greeted the cardinals who were rushing towards the door.

Now he wants to find an excuse to fool Chrises over the matter.

He just raised his head and saw a hint of panic on the faces of the cardinals.

He was slightly taken aback, and then without hesitation, he patted the sacred flame in his hand behind him, and the burnt smell and the smell of roasted meat gushed out all at once.

If he is targeting ordinary people, this may be enough to stop the opponent's sneak attack.Even if you can't kill him, at least you can push him back.

However, Guderian always felt that something was wrong, but he always couldn't feel what was wrong.

……wrong?Didn't hear the screams?

Guderian immediately felt a warning sign, but it was too late.

The next moment, he saw a dry, thin, refugee-like right hand stabbing out of his chest like tofu, and ripping out his heart.

The strong heart was even beating, and it was almost impossible to grasp it.

what is this?
No reason……

Guderian's brain was blank at the moment, and a severe sense of powerlessness rose from his chest, spread to his brain, and then spread to his whole body.He slowly sank into the darkness, watching those cardinals yelling at him but unable to respond.

Duoduo looked at Guderian whose heart was crushed, with an expression of disbelief.

"This is... undead? No, no..."

"There's nothing wrong with that."

Chryses laughed, bent his body, and the holy flame on his body was gradually extinguished: "The flame cannot burn me to death, and the water cannot drown me. Even if my head is chopped off, all the bones are smashed, and the internal organs trample on me, I will die." And never die."

"I am not alone...I am not the only one whose faith has been trampled by Roland and whose daily lives have been destroyed. We are the undead from the old era."

"—Don't insult the undead!"

Duoduo's face darkened, and his blood-red eyes were full of murderous intent: "Sinner, don't tarnish Cangyin's name!"

"Cang Yin? Are you talking about the heretics purified by His Majesty Tyr?"

The corners of Chryses' mouth cracked, and his eyes suddenly turned gray. He stretched out his withered right arm and punched Duoduo, who had teleported in front of him.

Compared to Duoduo, his body is incredibly fragile.His bones protruded from his elbows, and his flesh twisted into a ball, making a creaking sound that was unbearable.

However, Duoduo's blow was still blocked after all.

At the same time, a silver-gray mist of dust gushed out from Chrises' wound, immediately filling the entire room.

Duo Duo smelled the air, but the face of the originally fearless man suddenly changed and he backed away.

"This is--?!"

"The raw material is Elcate's undead transformation base fluid."

A calm and gentle voice came from the door.

A lot of shifting your gaze over there,
An ordinary-looking middle-aged man walked in with a calm face.

His hair is somewhat yellowish and silver-white, and his facial features are neither delicate nor exaggerated. It seems that his appearance, voice, and age are just about the average level of human beings.

As if explaining how to make lunch, he explained nonchalantly: "I transplanted the strengthened part of the limbs into the subsequent transformation process, and treated it with the bloodstain syndrome created by Roland. As long as it touches it, it will be transformed."

"By the way, in order to prevent stupid infected people from causing me trouble, I have added the function of suppressing thinking and mechanizing thinking in the poisonous fog."

Duoduo's face at this moment has become extremely ferocious.

His voice was hoarse: "...where did you get these base fluids?"

"Of course I picked it up from the ruins."

The middle-aged man scratched his head, his silver-white pupils exuded a metallic luster, making him look extraordinarily cold and heartless.

He added: "—the ruins of El Carter."

(End of this chapter)