Do you think I care about you? [Western Fantasy]

When Murphy rushed to the edge of the city wall, he couldn't wait to contact the light magic elements that were not strong around him, so as to gain enough vision.

He heard the sound of boulders falling, heard people's wailing, crying and roaring mixed together, and sadness arose spontaneously.

At this time, if he still let Eunice take him away, even he couldn't help himself, he even thought about taking off the ribbon to see it directly, but he couldn't bear the consequences, so he could only use this Observing from a special field of vision, he was running among the ruins.

The location of the broken city was at the edge, and under the cover of night, the ape-like beast that came quietly from the ground put aside its petite disguise, and returned to its original shape at the speed that the human race had no time to react, and directly opened a hole, tearing the solid human body. line of defense.

This is the existence of the overlord level among the creatures of the dark system, and it arrived before the arrival of the dark god, opening up the way for his passage.

Ordinary attacks falling on it are like scratching an itch, and the black hair is like a solid armor, blocking everything out.

It's just that it can ignore these attacks, but when several bishops heard the news and came to attack, it couldn't bear it anymore, so it could only give up the idea of ​​continuing to expand the crack and leave quickly.

Even though its attack was so unexpected and retreated so decisively, Murphy still saw the huge crimson long sword that suddenly appeared above his head swung down, and the red magic elements surged violently in it, not far away. The distance made the sword seem to fall on the top of his head, and he couldn't help but hold his breath.

Painful wailing resounded through the sky, and rumbling footsteps proved that the giant ape was still alive, but he had to pay enough to leave in embarrassment.

Cheers erupted from the surroundings, happy that the powerhouse of the light camp had repelled the enemy, only Murphy stared blankly at the sky.

The appearance of the long sword almost took away all the fire magic elements that could be seen around Murphy. When it fell, it seemed to be burning, but after it fell, it did not completely perish. Its shape dissipated and turned into a red light all over the sky. Scattered away, for a while the temperature in the vicinity was a little higher because of the dense red light spots.

This is an extremely beautiful scene in Murphy's vision, perhaps this is the mystery of the so-called magic and swordsmanship in the other world.

But soon, the cries of joy around him dissipated, and painful groans and wailings re-entered Murphy's ears.

He stood on the edge of the crack in the city wall. Many people were injured in the previous chaos. Some were directly crushed into flesh by the fist of the giant ape, and some were crushed by falling stones. Most of them were seriously injured. With his last breath, he is waiting for the rescue who does not know when to arrive, or returning to the embrace of the God of Light during the seemingly short but long wait.

It happened so suddenly that everyone in the safe fortress had no vigilance.

The bloody smell became more and more intense under the transpiration of the heat. The open space where the wounded were originally placed was covered by a large piece of broken city wall, and crimson blood spread out from under it, engulfing those finely broken bricks and stones, showing the tragedy there.

The number of priests is limited, and even Murphy himself can't heal all day long. In addition, more power is consumed on seriously injured people, so most of the seriously injured go first and the lightly injured are delayed. Coupled with a sufficient amount of pharmaceutical assistance, a fragile balance has been maintained during this period of time, waiting for new support to arrive at the front line.

But now, the resettlement site that Murphy went to yesterday is gone now, and the people he rescued from the brink of life and death, who can be revived after only a few days of recuperation, have completely disappeared in this world.

Murphy took a deep breath.

On the Xingyue Plain at night, the gust of wind poured in from the cracked part of the city wall. The wind picked up his long hair and the hem of his clothes, and the roar of beasts came from a distant place.

"His Royal Highness Son." Eunice whispered worriedly, but the person in front of her did not respond to her.

For a long time, she heard a very gentle voice.

"May the God of Light bless you."

***

In the next few days, the battle situation completely heated up.

Through this forcibly broken crack, countless dark-type creatures rushed in desperately, and countless earth-type magicians tried to repair the city wall, but they would be blocked all the time.

The cracks were torn open at an extremely slow speed.

Not only light magicians know healing magic, dark creatures also have the means to repair themselves.

The dark elves who came out of the ancient abyss spread their jet-black wings and floated in the sky outside the city for a long time. Their bodies emitted a dark light, and the wounds of the covered monsters began to repair. When they got up, they continued to fight bravely. rush forward.

They are few in number, but their astonishing speed makes it difficult to touch their figures. They can only let these dark elves gallop across the battlefield, stealing the lives of survivors silently.

The light camp uses the lives of people and creatures standing in the same camp to pile up the peace of the present, while more monsters that are mindless and controlled are coming from the opposite side.

Except for that night, the powerhouses on both sides calculated the losses before actually making a move.

The consequences of their actions are even more tragic than now, just like the war that cut off everything thousands of years ago, almost everything was exhausted, even if the darkness was wiped out, they were seriously injured.

Archbishop Shelley stood on the city wall, his eyes fell on the huge figure in the surging herd in the distance, the giant ape whose arm was cut off by Dufa and Hutson that day was lying on the ground, several people stood On its body, there were men and women, and the dark lines on their skin indicated their identities.

"Shelley, they should have done it long ago." Dufa said in a deep voice.

It takes time to gather the power of a continent. At this time, it can be said that the dark god's camp is dominant. When the best people on the continent gather, they may not be able to break through the defense line so easily.

They thought that the surprise attack that night was the beginning, but this was not the case. The opponent's real combat power was still behind.

"I don't know either." Shelley shook his head, just like the others, the development of the situation was so confusing.

Standing on a high place, he could see Murphy walking among the crowd. His body was shining with golden light all the time. Those he healed smiled brightly, as if they had been redeemed by God.

It has to be said that Murphy's existence is indeed a pillar in the hearts of many people.

He has a noble status, but he doesn't care about that status, he puts himself in the same position as ordinary people, so he doesn't feel sorry for his own strength.

His Royal Highness the Holy Son of the Guangming Church did not live up to his expectations in everyone's hearts.

***

"Fool, did you really see him?"

Among the endless dark creatures, the tall woman stomped on the giant ape. Her pointed ears and pitch-black wings indicated her identity as a dark elf.

The few men and women standing beside her all had handsome and enchanting appearances and figures, and most of them had a bit of evil divinity. Hearing this, they also looked at the giant ape curiously.

The giant ape called "Fool" shook his head angrily. Its severed left hand had already grown a little, and it was only a matter of time before it recovered.

It was silent at first, but after several times of questioning, it still reluctantly opened its mouth: "I see, His Royal Highness the Holy Son of the Guangming Church is really different, no wonder those people are like chicken blood when he comes. "

"What does he look like? Do you remember? Let us have a look." The dark elf spoke again. The dark god didn't even look up to her, but he was thinking about a man who was an enemy, which really annoyed her a bit.

"Can not remember."

"You didn't see it at all, did you?" Several people insisted, "Then why are you spreading false news? Sir Cecil is almost here, and I will take you on top of me when I ask the crime!"

For the people who are being followed by the dark god Cecil, even if these people are all strong, they are a little more curious at this time.

After being urged for a while, the giant ape said reluctantly: "I didn't see it clearly either. But at night, he is the only one who shines. Isn't this the Holy Son?"

Everyone: "..."

That's it?that's all?

"It's said that monkeys are stupid, but I still don't believe it, so it's true..." The petite girl covered her mouth and smiled, "It's because of this that we've been delayed for several days, and it's all your guess."

"Go, Svia, I've heard the voice of the fallen dragon, Lord Cecil is not far away. Before he comes, push down those things!"

Turning around and looking behind, a faint black mist has already surged in the distant place, and the person they are waiting for is about to arrive.

The bare-chested man stood up, his pupils glowed with red light, and the dark-type monsters around them became restless, deep red light flashed in the depths of their eyes, and they rushed towards the battlefield.

The dark elf smiled slightly, spread the wings behind his back, and floated in the sky: "May the God of Darkness bless you all."

The situation was reversed in an instant, and the overwhelming force made those knights who were fighting outside helpless, and the defense line was torn open with a huge gap and rushed straight to the gap in the city wall that had not yet been closed.

Just now, Archbishop Shelley, who was wondering why the opponent didn't make a move, reacted the moment the opponent took action. The white light covered the knights fighting near the city wall in a very short time, and his momentum rose.

Several Juggernauts headed by Hudson jumped out of the city wall and went straight to the giant ape in the distance. The source of everything was there, and they wanted to solve everything before Shelley and those old guys couldn't hold on.

They all saw the clear shadow in the distance.

The Dark God has arrived.

The moment the roar sounded, Murphy noticed it, and he looked in the direction of the battlefield.

Thunder light exploded, the wind roared, flames invaded, and countless forces that had been concealed appeared on the battlefield, obliterating their enemies and saving their own soldiers.

But behind every ray of light, there are the screams of countless people.

The strong have their own resistance. Most of the attacks of the great magician who shot were blocked by the dark creatures on the opposite side, and the main messenger who caused countless monsters to riot hid in the center of the herd, and he still couldn't touch the corner of his clothes. .

The light camp was retreating steadily, and it was the first time that I realized what a desperate charge was.

Listening to those noises, Murphy stood there in a daze.

The knight in front of him who had just been healed stood up, his armor clanging, he saluted Murphy, and rushed towards the battlefield quickly.

The priest beside him looked at his back and said, "May the God of Light bless you."

Murphy involuntarily followed the direction he was running, and the magic elements of the light system outlined his figure, running. Murphy watched a black light flash by, cutting his body.

The body trembled for a while, and the hand was still thrown forward inertially, and finally fell to the ground.

The unblocked attack that fell from the battlefield easily ended his life.

Joshua beside Murphy trembled, and grabbed the corner of Murphy's clothes in fear.

There was a dead silence, not even breathing could be heard.

"May the God of Light bless you."

Murphy said softly, and Joshua unconsciously let go of his hand, watching a very faint light emerge from the scepter in Murphy's hand.

The dark mist covered the sky, and the fallen dragon pulled the carriage wrapped in the black mist to stop not far from the city wall, and the roar of the monster became more and more excited.

Two red-clothed old men appeared out of nowhere on the city wall. They looked haggard and possessed inexplicable powers, which made people daunting.

Shelley muttered: "The Presbyterian Church..."

"The Dark God is seriously injured, there is no need to worry." The hoarse voice lifted people's hearts.

Seeing the black mist rising from the car, a pale man appeared from it. His handsome face was slightly smiling, and he only said to the two on the city wall: "I'm here to pick up my holy son."

His voice resounded in everyone's ears, and the old voice followed.

"Dark God, your holy son is not here."

Cecil touched his forehead, the original smile dissipated and became gloomy, but softened as if seeing something.

Golden light emerged from the inside of the city wall, covering everyone's body with soft warmth, the red light in the eyes of the driven monsters faded, and they returned to clarity.

Cecil took a step forward and stepped into the golden light. For the first time, the throbbing pain in his head and chest made him feel a different kind of pleasure.

Murphy's whole body was surrounded by golden light. He saw all the golden light spots that he could see, and he ignited all these light spots. At this moment, the rich light magic element enveloped everything he could feel. people.

Then he heard a familiar voice.

His body floated up uncontrollably, and the power of light made him look like a descended god.

Cecil's eyes were full of the figure in the light, the person he was familiar with but had been away for a long time.

"This is the Holy Son I want."

Murphy's strength was constantly being drained, and the death that happened in front of him made it difficult for him to calm down.

He looked in the direction where the voice came from, his face was as cold as jade.

"roll."

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