Praise of the Light to the Dark Knight

Atgaya's sword lowered slightly unconsciously, and the flickering soul flames were burning in the eye sockets of the Lich, which was probably a look of hope for the Lich. Atgaya looked at the Lich cautiously, confirming this The name of the undead is indeed sincere and sincere, not some kind of trick to save his life.

"How can you be so sure that our goals are the same?" Etjaye asked.

"Although I am undead, I was born human after all." Lich's beautiful smile is still as sexy and alluring as before. Even death added a touch of mystery to her appearance without detracting from that beauty. He said clearly, "What is more painful than being betrayed by a loved one? Maybe to you, that is your mentor, but to him, you are not even a slave. You and the laboratory are cold There is no difference in the material, it is still a low-grade material, if you don’t want to use it and throw it away, it’s not a pity at all.”

"Yes... there is nothing more sad than the betrayal of a close relative. You really understand human nature."

"The man who used to be your teacher is famous for being dangerous, crazy, and acting perversely. Even the half-orc tribes in the northwest would have nightmares when they heard his name. I'm shuddering, he doesn't care about anyone, he doesn't care about anyone, if I were you I wouldn't be surprised to be driven away, you see, he doesn't even seem to be interested in killing you to make spell materials, too Poor, right? You don’t think you still have the so-called...teacher-student friendship, do you?”

Every time she said a word, Et Gaya's expression became gloomy.

The Lich seems to have half the battle.

——After 20 years of struggling under the hands of such a person, who would have survived without any disturbance?

But Et Gaya's sword still didn't put away, and he still maintained the posture of confronting the Lich: "But why did you find me? There is a shortage of manpower?"

"You are outstanding when fighting the demon lord! Other demons know the death of the lord, and you are the one who can kill their lord, so they shy away from you. You have already carried the mark, and ordinary demons dare not fight with you." You fight head-on." The Lich danced with excitement like a living person, and finally she admitted, "Of course, we are short of manpower, and the beginning of every great undertaking is extremely difficult."

Et Gaya squinted his eyes, as if he was looking at a psychopath who had fallen into fantasies.

But he is not a therapist, and he can't control severe delusions, but he has noticed the subtlety of the words - ordinary demons, the emphasis is on the "the" used by the lich.

"We" no matter whether you are thinking normally or not, you know that this is a plural word, which means that there are many more.

Your Majesty, have these psychos made a nest of demons?What are you doing now, having a devil's masquerade party?The written biography is called How to Raise Demons? "Days of Life with Demons"?

For those alien creatures that should have been isolated in the abyss plane, in the tens of thousands of years of Diana Continent history, at most two or three times an evil mage summoned a demon with a forbidden technique, and then the demon uncontrollably destroyed a Kingdom—only two or three times, the specifics need to be verified, but there is no doubt that there is only one demon each time!

Of course, he was referring to accidents such as "the demon destroyed a city out of control". If it is said that there must be more than two or three demons or alien creatures who have visited Diana, many legendary-level mages, summoners and even ...Yes, including the bloodline warlocks they look down upon, they all have the ability to break through the astral space and summon creatures from other worlds—even if you don’t count the bed warming succubi summoned by some lonely mages—

Yes, Et Gaya remembered the tormented devil again, and he couldn't forget it.

He was able to deal with the demon in the countess mage tower so neatly because he had fought against the demon 15 years ago. After all, he was only 14 years old at that time——his great teacher said, Priest himself was 14 years old, he had already conquered his first lich, so he thought, as an apprentice, Atgaya must be better than blue, so the poor little knight was sent to clean up a mage of mages The tower, the mage's experimental forbidden spell polluted the entire forest farm, so he was executed by Shadowmoon. The tower that lost its owner was full of out-of-control constructs, dangerous experimental creatures and runaway golems wandering around, Walking through those seemingly endless stairs, in the deepest part of the tower, Atgaya encountered the last demon in his life and what he thought at the time would be the last demon.

The great priest Helena believes that there is a certain spiritual connection between demons, which is their unique way of communication. When a person kills a demon, other companions who belong to the same force as the demon will remember it. This person, it seems that this person has an extra logo.

Obviously, these psychopaths who were overwhelmed by fantasy brought a brand new demon, which was not the same force as the one that Etjaye had killed back then, so this time the imprint was branded in the countess's tower.

"You are cooperating with demons?" Et Gaya asked with a smile, "Then they won't tear me apart to avenge the lord?"

——No, of course Etjaya knew it would not be true. Demons are loyal to power. Theoretically speaking, killing the lord will replace the lord, but obviously the demons are not foolishly loyal, and they will not accept a human to replace the lord , but they will definitely stay away from this human being.

The lich didn't lie about this either: "No, you are safe, the demons will succumb to you like those ants."

——Oh, this is nonsense, at most it will scare the pee, but it does not rule out that one or two demons whose strength is close to the lord come to challenge.

Hearing the Lich's answer, Et Gaya seemed relieved and smiled knowingly: "Demon, those things haven't caused trouble in this continent for a long time."

"So they are full of expectations and enthusiasm." The Lich also smiled, and stretched out her slender arms. She wore a pair of black gloves, so that her hands looked indistinguishable from those of living human women. The beautifully contoured hands made an inviting gesture, "How about it, would you like to do something together and make those who have hurt you pay the price?"

"You mean, revenge?" Et Gaya pretended to be surprised and said, "I thought there would be some grand plan. If it's just revenge, it's useless for you to recruit me."

The Lich's smile widened: "No, hatred is one of the sources of human strength. It makes the sword sharper. It is the foundation of a great cause."

Moments later, Atgaya grinning, his long hair hanging down and casting heavy shadows on his silhouette, said, "That sounds really good."

Receiving the answer, the Lich laughed heartily and offered to bring Et Gaya to someone, so the Dark Knight put away his sword and followed the Lich's footsteps.

Since it was about the devil, Etjaya couldn't help remembering.

If you trace back carefully, it was Et Gaya's 14 years old, which can be accurate to the day of his 14th birthday. More specifically, his birthday was the date when he was picked up by the great priest.

This is the six years he has been in Shadowmoon Temple. This hall hidden in the depths of the ice field is full of wind and snow, and the sky is gray all year round. If you live in this color for a long time, you will easily be depressed. —But Etjaya has no time for that literary accent.

Et Gaya usually gets up at four o'clock in the morning to start morning training. Before breakfast, he needs to swing his sword three hundred times, do jumping and slashing movements a hundred times, and also needs to prepare the clothes that the teacher will wear today, which must be freshly laundered. Those exquisite priest robes that have been ironed need to be well maintained, and it is very troublesome to wear. For this reason, Et Gaya needs to wake up the teacher at six o'clock to ensure that he has enough time to get dressed, and seven o'clock will be called Ring the bell, and then there will be a morning prayer in the auditorium—yes, the God of Darkness also requires believers to pray in the morning, but He doesn't need to sing like the God of Light next door.

Without exception, calling the priest to get up every time is a terrifying thing. It requires absolute courage, perseverance and determination, and then dodges every spell thrown by the priest with superb agility. It's okay to suffer from the greasy spell or something, but if the great priest casts a dozen gut-eating spells or something instantly, it's not very good.

Et Gaya can't guarantee that he can recognize every spell, so he has to ensure that he can't touch any of them.

Today was an exception. Today he found that the high priest was already waiting in the school grounds, wrapped in a thick and soft fur cloak, the sky was dim, but his snow-white hair was particularly conspicuous, so he hurriedly ran two steps and stood in front of the teacher.

The great priest not only has long, prominent hair, he also has a pair of strange silver eyes. Senior sister You Quan said that it is because a mage's spiritual power is too strong, so his eyes are always this cold and piercing color.

Indeed, when being looked at by those eyes, there will be a feeling of being headed by a spiritual master with a soul coercion spell.

The voice of the great priest, Helena, was colder than the sky filled with ice and snow, and he announced: "Today, you have turned fourteen years old."

Etjaya looked up in surprise.

A strange, pure black sword was handed to Etjaya. To be precise, the boy was so surprised that he forgot to catch it, so the High Priest Helena gave him a hard blow with the sword, and then threw it on the ground. into his arms.

"This, this, is a gift?" Et Gaya stammered, and then his face turned red quickly, even redder than the time when he ran thirty thousand miles with a heavy load, and he tremblingly picked up the sword—that was really A sword that fits the setting of the Dark Knight. It is strange that the whole body is black. From the scabbard to the sword itself, there is no variegated color. Even the usually bright blade is black. It is a kind of Et The material that Gaya didn't recognize was definitely not ordinary metal. Those who didn't know thought that the high priest took a fire stick from the kitchen.

"Don't be complacent, it doesn't have to be yours." Helena lowered her head slightly. The highlander boy grows fast and will soon exceed his height, but now, he still needs to look down at the boy and say: "You can only make it yours if you prove that you are worthy of it. A knight can only be called a knight if he has the character to match the weapon in his hand. Otherwise, what is the difference from a boil who can only wield a weapon ?"

"Then how do I prove it?" Atgaya raised his face and stared into the teacher's strangely colored eyes.

The great priest laughed, scarier than when he didn't laugh. He said: "There is a mage tower at the end of the Weldwood. Last month, the priests led the temple knights to wipe out the mages entrenched there. Now, you go to clean up that tower. Tower, kill everything you see that moves."

"Okay, I won't let you down!" replied 14-year-old Atgaya.