Always wear fast until after the death of the original master

The plants here seem to have completely lost the supply of nutrients. The trees seem to be covered with a very wide layer of clothes. The bark in the shape of a human face is drooping, and it seems to be a painted skin that has been revealed, a face of fear. It's about to fall anytime.

No matter how strong the wind blows, it can only hurt the faces of passers-by. The branches on the trees have not shaken at all, only the whistling and whimpering sound when the strong wind blows, which suddenly made Fred resound the sound of his parents dying before his parents died. Miserably crying.

The ground under his feet was crisp, and every step on it sank the dry clods.

Suddenly there was a determined voice behind him accompanied by whistling: "Do you want to cooperate?"

Fred paused, he remembered the voice that locked him with the Son: "What do you want to do?"

"I want to cooperate with you." The voice of dead branches being stepped on slowly approached him, and when he spoke again, he stood behind Fred: "You have just absorbed the power of light, and I can take you away." The power of light in your body is transformed into the Holy Son's voluntary blessing to you, otherwise, such a strong power that does not belong to you, anyone can see that you plundered it yourself."

"Why are you helping me?"

Senna glanced back, the range was so small that the hood covering his head didn't twist a little because of his turning his head: "If it's the 'Holy Son' who comes out, I will definitely absorb him Your strength is regarded as a handle. But if it is you..." He said calmly: "Whether you go back to find the bones of your parents or seek revenge from the people of the Holy See, I would like to see it. Why don't I help you? Woolen cloth?"

Fred lowered his eyes, as if agreeing with his reason.

Senna smiled in satisfaction. He understood those so-called "bright" people, and he disdained necromancers. Such an expression was a great recognition.

He hooked his fingers, and suddenly stretched out a bone-ridden hand from the dry ground. He climbed the ground and wanted to get his body out. It was Mi Luo who seemed to have lost consciousness.

"What are you taking him for?" Fred said indifferently.

Senna looked at Mi Luo at this time but turned the hood away, stroked Mi Luo's hand with gray fingers that was already white and dull due to the loss of the power of light, and said with satisfaction as he examined Minggui's jewelry. : "What a good shell, the dignified son, born to be the carrier of the power of light, don't you wonder what it looks like when his body is infused with the power of the undead?"

He finally set his sights on Fred. His eyes were covered by the shadow of the hood. Although he couldn't see his eyes, there was a slimy feeling of being scratched by a snake on his plain body.

The enchantment he set up at random could easily trap him and Mi Luo for several days, until one of them died. He had more important things to do, and there was absolutely no need to piss him off right now.

Fred just turned his head and strode forward.

Senna stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Don't look down on him now, your fusion with his light power can't be done by yourself without his spell."

As soon as he finished speaking, the smile on his lips turned into a playful one, and he smiled softly: "I really look forward to your expression when you wake up." My trading partner, what kind of expression will you have?

He looked at Fred, who was left with only one back: the dedication of the power of light, if one of them is unwilling, the ceremony cannot be completed, so how can there be traces of being seen to rob the power of light?

"So it's not a good thing for the Holy See to keep those books under strict control."

==

If it is possible, Chu Heng is very unwilling to wake up. Let alone the weakness of this body due to the loss of the power of light, let's talk about his due vacation. coming.

This time is obviously more dangerous than last time, okay?

But even so, Chu Heng obediently opened his golden eyes two days later than expected.

[Hey, the system, I think the reason why my eyes are golden this time is the variation caused by too much lighting in the last few days]

[Hehe...it's so cold. 】

"You're awake." Senna's voice was always low and hoarse, he watched the little saint in front of him open his eyes, the light in his eyes was dim, not comparable to the look he saw that day.

He stretched out his fingers to touch Mi Luo's eyes, but was blocked by the slender eyelashes. He was not polite, and gently swept his eyelashes from left to right, which was really delicate.

Mi Luo also changed from being dazed at the beginning to an angry state. He subconsciously pointed his fingertips at him, but he didn't read the mantra, but he found that he used the magic that he usually used at will. It seems that everything is turned off.

At this time, his outstretched fingertip was held by a cold finger, and he shivered: "The Holy Son first recognizes his current status, and it will not be too late to use magic."

His words were like a wake-up call, making Mi Luo think that he had dedicated all the power of light on the left and right to Fred. what.

As long as Fred runs out.

He thought so, and the eyes of the necromancer in front of him became firm.

Senna smiled lowly, and his body in the magic robe was slightly turned sideways. His magic robe was stacked in layers, and only one layer was put on his body, but Senna's body was relatively large, not ordinary at all. The sorcerer is thin and weak, so he completely blocks the people behind him.

He turned sideways, and Fred appeared in front of him with a cold expression.

"Fred? Why were you arrested too?"

"Caught here?" Senna shook his index finger in front of him: "This is my friend, how could I catch him here? We are here to ask you for advice."

He said: "Master Shengzi, my friend has just obtained all your spiritual power, but the spells in his mind are not complete. Isn't it still waiting for Shengzi to tell you?"

Mi Luo turned his gaze from Fred who stretched out his hand to Senna in front of him. If Fred is alone, he is his established successor, even if he gives him all the memories in his mind, it doesn't matter, but the necromancer in front of him .

If all the spells of light are known to him, no matter how you think about it, there will be no good results.

"Fred! Don't be with the Necromancer!" He looked at Fred and said anxiously. If there wasn't someone blocking him, he could have rushed over and shook his shoulders to keep him from going astray.

Fred looked at Mi Luo's expression, so holy and bright, but under that light?It also hides the filth of how many people have been deceived and how many people have been killed.

"Why can't I be with the necromancer?" He said, "Is it possible that I should be with the enemy who killed the family?"

Mi Luo's expression was painful, even so, he still persuaded: "You are full of light power now, except for the Holy See, no one will treat you sincerely."

But when Fred went back to the Holy See, he didn't know if it was a good thing. His original intention was that Fred would stop looking for the next Holy Son if he returned directly to the Holy See, and the Holy See could reduce the time of chaos. But he never thought of letting him go back with such a revengeful mood.

Has what he feared finally come?His loyal knights would hate him for it.

"Oh." He looked at: "Why do you preach to me? Your hands are stained with the blood of my parents. The people of the Holy See are covering this up. Their so-called treating me with sincerity is to make me loyal to the enemy ?”

Every word he said was like a falling rock falling from the sky, hitting him, every time he fell into the grave of guilt, he said: "I am full of sins."

"Hypocritical." He looked into Mi Luo's eyes, filled with pity and tolerance. It was once the light he longed for. Your body is really unbearable."

He looked at Senna and said, "Don't let me see his eyes, I can't guarantee that I won't be able to put together what he killed you."

After he finished speaking, he turned around, as if looking at him again was an insult to himself.

"Did you hear that?" He asked Mi Luo with a smile, but before he finished speaking, he suddenly seemed to think of something.

"Your eyes?" He looked at them lightly. He didn't see clearly just now. He forced Mi Luo to look at him. He was surprised to find that there was no reflection of himself in his pupils. The power of light was in his eyes. Slowly flowing under the wave of eyes.

"I heard that when the Holy Son is baptized by the Goddess of Light, he will give blessings. The blessing you received is your eyes?"

When he said this, Mi Luo, who was still in humiliation, was shocked, and his whole body was like a stone.

Senna found it more and more interesting, he just mentioned one thing, how could it cause such a big touch on this holy son?He is obviously someone who can even give Fred the power of light in his whole body, so how could he leave this?

"Fred." Senna called, "I found the blessing of the Goddess of Light, do you want it?"

Fred turned around slowly, and met Mi Luo's warm golden pupils.

Mi Luo struggled weakly: "No, Fred, please, don't. You don't have any flaws on your body anymore. This is the last thing left to me by the Goddess of Light!"

Senna shrugged his shoulders towards Fred, meaning, see, what will give you all the power of light, if you don't have this blessing, you will be hunted down when you return to the Holy See.

This was the first time for Fred to see Mi Luo's expression of pain. In his memory, his son was beautiful even when he was sad, not the dirty skin in front of him whose heart had been corrupted by demons.

He stretched out his hand to release the power of light that he had just obtained. Mi Luo's swollen eyes, covered with his hand, contained the blessing of the Goddess of Light, turned into a faint golden light and circled around him twice, as if confirming whether he was his master. After being affirmed, happily entered his body from the wound that he hadn't healed yet.

The moment it entered Fred's body, the vague connection with Mi Luo was finally cut off, and his last hope was shattered.

Fred was feeling the pure power in his body. When he opened his eyes, his eyes were still his own brown, and they had not been changed to the same color as rice drops because of the power of light.

"Happy cooperation." Senna said without looking back, looking at Mi Luo's body lying on the altar.

Fred knew that he was seeing off the guests, and it was useless for him to stay here for more "happy cooperation." Even though he didn't like the dirty Holy See, like every light mage, he hated the dark the most, and The breath of the dead.

Senna didn't care, he cast a restraint technique, bound Mi Luo's hands tightly covering his eyes directly in front of him, and his closed eyes were forcibly opened.

Senna's reflection was printed in the dark black pupils, which was a dense white bone. Looking at other places along his line of sight, all the living things reflected in his pupils showed the most miserable appearance.

Those were born eyes that couldn't feel the brightness, couldn't see the brilliance, and every time they opened their eyes, all they saw were white bones.

"Mo Tong?" Senna laughed loudly as if thinking of something funny: "A born necromancer, was chosen to be the Son of God?"

[System system. 】Chu Heng didn't bother to listen to Senna's convulsive smile【How much control do you have over his spiritual power? 】

【What is control? Can I control sss-level mental power? ] The system said that he gave too much for this task [I can detect the level of his mental power at most, and it depends on how well you complete the task to determine how open his mental power is to us in the subconscious. 】

[Then how much is his spiritual power open to us?Can something be created out of nothing? 】

[It depends on how big it is. 】

[Several graves. 】

【Can. 】These worlds were all generated in the mind of the original owner himself. After Chu Heng’s strategy for him is high in the later stage, the system can actually form a connection with his spiritual power, so that when he goes to the next world, he can create something out of nothing A lot of things have been produced, and now they are still in the character design arranged by the original owner. If it is a person with not so high spiritual power, it would have been possible to let him enter the world designed by the master brain.

The system itself feels a little pitiful. If it weren't for the sss-level mental power, he could have been the "Creator God", but now he can only add a few small graves in a world. , I will build you a cemetery. 】

[Don't tell me, if you really have nothing to do, invade the mind of a spirit beast and visit the grave. 】

【Where are you going to build the grave? 】

【It is the place where the Holy Son often goes, but only he can enter. 】