The Blackening Journey of the Abandoned Knight

The knight stood up staggeringly, and felt more and more unbearable pain in his body as he moved, as if there were hooks everywhere pulling his nerves, preventing him from resting, and making him realize more clearly that he was indeed trapped in such a body. middle.

Moreover, it is definitely not his original body.

Way to be sure.

The height, the length of the hands and feet, and the previous cognition are too inconsistent to cause a fall if you don't pay attention.What a good warrior can be most proud of is the ability to control his body, but this kind of control can only be mastered gradually in repeated training day after day, breaking through the limit time and time again, and suddenly changing his body , It's really hard to say how much of this ability to control one's own body is left.

Anyway, Lu is already a high-level knight. At this stage, various abilities are close to miraculous skills, reaching the limit of the physical realm.

In less than ten seconds, he was able to walk smoothly like an ordinary person, and Lu estimated that running slowly (slow in his cognition) would be no problem.

Although the movements are inevitably stiff and rigid, as if the muscles are a whole that cannot move, the most basic combat movements can also be made.This body that does not belong to him is so poor that it makes people despair, even worse than those obese ladies who Lu has seen before, raised in a big house by a country gentry, and only go around in a circle of a rose garden of [-] square meters every day Difference.Lu couldn't remember whether he was so weak when he was young, but even if he was punished for violating the commandments and had to clean all the statues in the entire Ansophia Cathedral by himself, he didn't feel tired after finishing it. My arms are painful and sore.

The disharmony between fact and cognition made Lu want to ignore it, but he couldn't ignore it, and the soreness caused by every movement turned into a hammer to beat his heart.

If this is not his body, where is his body?His soul did not return to the Temple of the Holy Spirit under the North Pole Cross, why did it appear in this strange place?

And most importantly, not so much the questions as the answers that have been reached.

He must be dead now.

His soul is not accepted in the Temple of the Holy Spirit, because he is a sinful person.

***

Outside the alley is the avenue.

Thanks to the crystal crystal magic device, Lu can now clearly see what the dangerous enemy he faced before is a metal mechanism that walks on the ground with eight legs, silver and white, and moves—no wonder he heard The footsteps were so heavy that he misjudged the number of enemies—although the tactical combination was in groups of three or four, at a glance, on this avenue, such a group that kept the movement speed exactly the same There are seventeen or eight more.

If the road wants to move around, it is absolutely impossible not to disturb them.

Cross star, can the witch's creation appear in public like this without taboo?

The knight who didn't know that his soul had fallen into another world was full of surprises, but he was not afraid. Having previous experience in facing these metal mechanisms, he went straight on the road generously.

Sure enough, the movement of him did not hide from these metal organs that have the ability to collect information beyond the five senses of human beings, but these metal organs just projected a bright red beam. These beams will be aimed at him for a long time, but will automatically leave after a period of time.

He was not regarded as the object of the task.

As a result, he looked quite proud, swaggering on the road among the robots, put down his guard, and began to guess whether his body was some little leader of the witch or something.

Although he can be sure that this body is a male, there will be no male among the witches.

The first task is to get out of this weird place and find the lord... find the lord and report to him.

A certain handsome face with long platinum hair and golden eyes flashed through his mind, and Lu couldn't help but realize that his heart could still feel the burning pain under the numbness.

If he was really dead, after all, Cecilu's line of defense did not wait for rescue.

For a while, the knight couldn't even judge whether he was abandoned like a pawn in his heart, and the pain of being left behind was more painful, or whether His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was really more indignant for his inaction for the throne, or how the people of the empire were retrieved under the iron hoof of the barbarians. There are more worries about his life, and many emotions that he can't distinguish are mixed together, dragging his thoughts into it like a whirlpool. No matter what the taste of these emotions was at the beginning, they have all turned into an unbearable taste now. bitter.

Until the knight walking on the road in a trance felt something look up, he was shocked to see countless bright white beams soaring to the sky, and after reaching the peak, they exploded and dispersed like fireworks, turning into rain of light and falling lightly and quickly.

Holy, bright, and even compassionate.

In Lu's perception, such a scene can only be titled "miracle".

The knight subconsciously reached out to catch the rain of light falling in front of him.

"...Ah, is this the god of the North Pole loving me? Lord of the North Pole, bright cross star, a sinner like me can still be redeemed..."

The touch of the light rain is painful. Feeling it at such a close distance, Lu discovered that the light rain silk, which is as thin as a hair, has a hardness and sharpness that is different from the appearance, like a straight arrow cast from hot magma. The arrow pierced straight into Lu's palm, calf, thigh, abdominal cavity, and even chest cavity, leaving a hole through it before disappearing.

Ah, this kind of pain can only be bestowed by the gods.

The knight was crying loudly like a newborn baby, but his crying was not for physical pain. It would be more appropriate to describe such a performance as crying with joy. The nerves that were about to lose their vitality burst out their last vitality under such stimulation. Layers of pain piled up on the extremities, giving way to the illusion of a soul leaving the body.

He subconsciously knelt down, clasped his palms together and murmured a prayer.

When the pain turns his sinful body into ashes, his soul can return to the shrine under the North Pole, safe in the embrace of the gods.

Yes, it must be so.

If someone sees such a sacrifice-like scene, they may be shocked by the various implicit hints on the screen, and may temporarily lose consciousness. The robot gathers its eight jointed limbs and sits down in a ball—this posture is called It might be better to kneel down—maybe it's a coincidence or some other reason. They all lowered their heads and exposed their backs, as if they were making a pilgrimage to someone.And the man is in the center of the picture, blood stains blurred most of his face, exuding an uncomfortable dead air all over his body, such as gray skin, cloudy pupils, and strange scars that cannot be erased, but he made a prayer gesture, There is no difference between a movement and a fanatic.

Mechanics and miracles, death and light.

"For you will bless the righteous, O Lord of the North Pole, and you will surround him with favor like a shield."

Lu stopped reciting the Gospel and opened his eyes in doubt.

The light rain changed from dense to sparse. A few seconds later, the last beam of light pierced the dark night like a sharp blade, and then disappeared without a trace as if nothing had happened.

But he is still here, the knight did not get rid of this body that came from nowhere as he expected, and he was still trapped, and he couldn't even see the shadow of the Holy Spirit Temple.

If it was really a miracle just now, then he was rejected.

Such repeated blows will only make people more confused, and Lu is no exception, but the undisguised murderous aura around him is too obvious, like a fly amanita suddenly appearing from a clump of snow-white Flammulina velutipes, an orange-red umbrella Covering it with white scales will make this poisonous mushroom so conspicuous that you can't ignore it.

The strange metal mechanisms around him clicked and started to move the joints, that is, during the few seconds when they restarted, a rusty fruit knife suddenly emerged from the back of the road, only a few centimeters away from the side of his neck.

Then the fruit knife can no longer be approached.

The assailant was shocked to see that the weak man in front of him just waved his arm—the movement was a bit strange, reminding the assailant of the third-rate zombie movie she watched with her boyfriend in the dark rental room before entering Tianluo Prison. But the man's movements were quicker and more effective than the ghosts in the zombie movies, and the attacker didn't even see his movements clearly, and felt the weapon she had finally found spinning away in her hand.

The tendon on the inside of her thumb was also severed.

The attackers found that their chosen prey appeared to be a tough stubble.

The knight turned around indifferently, and subdued the attacker with a few tricks. This was a simple matter for Lu, even though his consciousness was still immersed in the despair of not being able to enter the Temple of the Holy Spirit (for those who grew up in the Temple of the North Pole) Lu said it was a lifelong goal), but his movements were still abnormally standard, and he did not give the attacker a chance to escape.

The attacker spat secretly in his heart, then quickly adjusted his state and raised his head.

She is a rather pretty woman, her whole face is very clean when she lifts her head up, she is not covered by blood and dust like the road so that she can't see clearly, now this face has a little dusty smell, she has not been dressed up but she is full gorgeous.

It's not bad enough as a weapon to deceive people.

The assailant thought the same way, she purposely puffed out her breasts to expose her breasts more, but due to the angle of Lu's holding her, it was extremely painful for her to do so, so she quickly gave up and changed to another picture Submissive gesture of human slaughter.

She looked at Lu's height before making fun of it, and accurately judged that it did not exceed 1.6 meters five.

"Ah~ little brother, if you want to kill me, at least let big sister have a good time before?"

Lumian put his hand on her neck expressionlessly.

The corner of the attacker's mouth was raised even higher, deliberately exposing her fragile and slender neck. She felt that the strategy had worked, and she planned to say something that could anger the man, but she trembled uncontrollably.

How cold is this hand? Is the ice cube not as cold as his?

The woman felt that she was going to be frozen by this hand. The cold, living hatred breath spread along Lu's hand and wrapped up the attacker, even her tongue was about to turn into a popsicle.

This is not right.

But what made her even more terrified was that the surrounding robots pointed their guns at her one after another, but they ignored the man standing in front of her.

"You—" she yelled out a word in shock, and the ending was drowned out by the gunfire.

The robots fired one after another, and a few seconds later, there was only a mass of bright red meat paste in front of the road. Only the temperature of a human body can prove that the mass in front of it was a carbon-based mammalian life form not long ago.

Lu let go of his hand, and the woman's intact palm fell into the spread of minced meat.

He knew why he was not accepted by the Temple of the Holy Spirit, and he also knew why these metal organs stopped attacking him. He didn't discover such a big flaw until now.

Is it because of subconscious self-deception?This body has no heartbeat and no breathing.

He who stands here is an evil undead.

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