Prison of Black Wounds

Strong hatred and jealousy stared at the man wearing a murderous look and anger for a moment.

"you lose!"

Breathing steadily, with a low voice, he walked calmly and approached slowly, his gaze was icy cold.

The High Priestess Bentong stood up straight, staring fiercely at the Curse Master who was coughing in pain and suffering from the backlash of the spell: "Betray me, don't you want the life of the little apprentice?"

"Hehe..." the curse master wiped the blood from his lips, and smiled lightly, "I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid, but unfortunately, you don't know Nasser too well." Jasper Piccolo.

The High Priest's face instantly turned pale, and he stared at Nasser's face in disbelief: "You!!"

A black shadow flashed past in the darkness at a speed that ordinary people couldn't catch, and even the high priest didn't notice it.

The curse master tightly grasped the piccolo, which determines the life and death of the apprentice, and tried to pull the apprentice into his arms, but unexpectedly, there was a dull pain in his chest, and blood spilled from his lips.

"Master..." The young man looked at the curse master worriedly, but couldn't let go of the person he was holding tightly in his hands.

The curse master raised his hand to wipe away the blood on his lips, his chest was throbbing with pain from the backlash of the spell, but it was nothing compared to the safety of the little apprentice, he raised his eyebrows pretending to be angry and looked at the boy: "Master is fine, but You are prohibited from doing such stupid things in the future, understand?"

The boy nodded vigorously: "Master, he..."

The curse master wobbled and took two steps forward, with his palm lightly pressed against Ran's thin chest, and found that his heartbeat was extremely slow, and his breathing was even more low, which was a sign that the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry, so he couldn't help sighing heavily.

Naser received the gaze cast by the curse master, and his heart immediately understood. When the cold and arrogant gaze fell on Ran, it melted instantly, and the fingertips holding the long knife turned white, and he wished to tear the high priest into pieces. .

There was an evil twisted smile on the face of the High Priest, and his gaze was carefully scrutinized on Naser's face without even dropping a single look. Although he didn't understand the connection between Naser and this ugly person's space, maybe What I hold in my hand is a trump card.

"Great King of Heroes, hehe..." The High Priest raised his eyebrows, but said without any respect, "Drop your weapon, how about it?"

"No!"

Before Nasser could react, a pitch-black figure stood beside him. This person had a black ghost face and was dressed in black clothes. His voice sounded unreal under the mask, but it was not a suggestion, but an affirmation.

Naser glanced at the man coldly, and said in a deep voice, "Back off."

The black shadow disappeared without a trace, and at this moment, the high priest in the room suddenly found the subordinates lying in disorder outside the door, and after careful listening, in the murderous air, except for the few people in the room who were visible to the naked eye, There is also the suppressed breath belonging to the dark guards and dead soldiers in the darkness.

In other words, the chance of getting out of trouble at this moment is only half. If you take the half-dead God King with you, then it is zero.

The only possibility is probably...

The high priest glared indifferently at the young man who had ruined his good deed just now. The young man was startled and hurriedly tightened his arms, but he was not as fast as he was. She was tightly held in the arms of the curse master, while Ran was tightly held by the high priest with a smug smile on his face. Naser's long knife was placed on the high priest's neck at some point.

Everything happens in an instant.

The young man cursed unwillingly: "Bastard... um..."

The curse master was not as worried about Ran's safety as the young man, so he just hugged her tightly in his arms and said in a low voice, "Good boy, don't move."

Although the young man who knew that his master was worried was unwilling, he gradually calmed down. He patted the back of the curse master's hand lightly to comfort him.

And the High Priest, who was looking at Naser in opposition, was not afraid of the cold weapon that could make his head move at any time, and still smiled lightly, looking at Naser's gradually shaking eyes.

"What? Do you want to bet on whether I draw the knife faster or you swing the knife faster? Haha..."

Indeed, as he expected, Naser was afraid. He started to be afraid from the moment he knocked down the door and saw Burn covered in blood. He wished he could take him back to his arms immediately. The blood dripping from the knife edge almost made him Desperate, if the curse master hadn't confirmed that his burning heart was still beating just now, he would have collapsed by now.

Ran, who was forced to stand by the high priest, was also uncomfortable. For him, it would be the best treatment if he could lose consciousness at this moment. It made him unable to fulfill his wish, waves of pain invaded his head, and the body's sensations recovered with the recovery of consciousness. The cold wind pierced into the bones, causing the body to tremble uncontrollably. A gentle smile appeared for a moment.

"Burn..."

Naser's heart seemed to be pinched in his hands. He called out softly, and in return for that angry and silent response, he immediately gripped the long knife again.

The high priest's face darkened, the smile faded from his eyes, and he said coldly: "What do you mean?" He held the handle of the dagger submerged in his belly threateningly.

Nasser frowned, and glanced at the tormenting hand in Burning's abdomen, Chu Man's voice still ringing in his ears, he must not let the enemy see that Ran is a weakness, how could he not understand?But how can he calmly bet on Ran's life?

His burning has long been shattered, and his body and mind have long been torn into pieces by himself and his father. If he uttered indifferent words from his mouth at this moment, even if it was all a lie, it would be enough to leave an indelible impression on his heart. How can you bear the hurt?

Sighing heavily, the cold blade still left the high priest's neck, and stared coldly at the person in front of him.

"Stand back! Put down your weapons."

Nasser took a few steps back without hesitation, and the long knife fell with a clang, followed by a burst of lightning and thunder. In just a moment, the pale and bloody appearance was imprinted on the body like a knife. Nasher's heart suddenly shrank, the intense pain made him almost suffocate, something slipped down his face, like rain and tears.

The high priest also caught the grief on Naser's face and the anxiety in his eyes at that moment, and immediately gave up the idea of ​​leaving immediately with Ran, and sneered.

"Tsk, I can't even stand up, I really don't know how long I can hold on..."

"Hmm..." The soft waist was pinched vigorously, and the severe pain in the whole body followed by the abuse, and he closed his eyes in pain, and his slender body instinctively leaned forward, holding the pain with both hands unbearably. In Shinobi's abdomen, every time he took a breath, he could feel the viscera rubbing against the cold knife, and the cold voice of the high priest came from his ear, and he raised his head slightly, and saw a distorted face.

Nasser's eyes were tightly locked, and it would be painful if he didn't drop a point. He gritted his teeth and stared at the high priest: "What do you want?"

The high priest raised his head and laughed, but there was no smile on his face, eyes full of hatred and anger stared at Nasser's face triumphantly: "Tsk tsk tsk, I never expected that the majestic lord of the human world would be so humble... Hahaha……"

"Without further ado."

"Okay! Refreshing, how about kneeling down for me first?"

"Your Majesty, no!" The Curse Master looked at the High Priest angrily, "Bastard, you have already lost, and you still dare to play for a while here?"

The high priest glared at him coldly: "Losing? As long as I have breath, victory or defeat is undecided! Do you want to kneel or not?"

Naser took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said in a deep voice, "I kneel."

"do not……"

The sound of Qi Ruo Liusi sounded, and Naser looked at the person imprisoned in the arms of the High Priest in surprise, only to see that the person's eyes were half-opened, the weight of the whole body seemed to be supported by one arm of the High Priest, and his breathing was low and slow, Blood continued to overflow from the wound, seeping into the ground drop by drop.

The high priest grabbed his hair and forced him to face himself, staring at his pale face and said angrily, "You still have the strength to speak?"

"Heh...hehe..."

"You laugh..." Before the words could be uttered, the high priest's pupils suddenly dilated, and his face was full of shock and disbelief.

Of course he didn't know that the person he was pinching in his hands like a rag was once a murderous demon. Leaving aside the drugs, the bloodthirsty instinct left in his bones due to years of fighting and killing, is it right? will change.

The empty eyes in front of him were pitch black, as if they were about to drag people into the abyss of hell. These eyes are definitely not the eyes of ordinary people. They don't have any emotion, and they don't even feel the killing intent. For a real murderous ghost, killing is nothing but It is something more ordinary than eating.

"you……"

There was an unspeakable pain in his chest, and he could feel the sharp metal point touching his heart, and a low and hoarse voice came from his ear: "Ghost of the Black Scar, have you heard it?"

"Uh cough...you!!" The high priest stared at the face with a bright smile in front of him in disbelief.

How could he not know this frightening name?

The greatest nemesis of the Black God Clan who used illusion to win, he will always remember how the man in pitch-black armor with a silver ghost mask broke into the illusion single-handedly, and swung his long sword to kill him like no one else. God soldiers.

"It's you...vomit..." Ran's body suddenly approached, dark red blood overflowed fiercely from his lips, he raised his hand to catch the blood gushing out of his mouth in disbelief, "I really... didn't expect... …ha……"

"Burn!"

Naser yelled, but he didn't dare to act rashly. Just now Ran suddenly smiled at him and then turned around suddenly. Then he saw the corner of the high priest's mouth covered with blood, followed by staring at Ran with blood in his eyes. Is it safe.

And this side of Ran, who didn't know where the strength came from, when the high priest raised his hand and tried to choke