Vinegar yourself every day [Quick Transmigration]

Everyone present was already kneeling in shock. They all thought that the Dark Elf King was dead, and they lay on the ground trembling for fear of being implicated.

No one dared to come forward to intercede, in the dead silence where even the breath disappeared, only Okino cast a worried look.Christopher's eyes became darker when he saw this, and for some reason, when he saw someone touching Dane, he felt unusually annoyed.

——It was like the person who should belong to him was touched, but he had to compromise and endure for some reason.

But why should he endure it?

For the Dark God, there is no reason to want to kill a person. Although he himself does not know the reason, there is absolutely no reason to be patient.

Azman breathed heavily and swallowed the foam of blood. With a calm expression, he asked knowingly: "Lord God, calm down, may I ask what I did wrong to annoy you?"

Christopher didn't even want to say a word to him, a murderous intent approached him, and Azman let out a muffled grunt.

At this moment, Dano moved.

Like the others, he knelt down on the ground, seemed frightened, slightly nervous, "Lord God, why did you punish him? Azman...has been doing things for you very piously."

Christopher's mood became worse, and his deep voice sounded in Wei Ye's heart, "Get up."

"Don't dare." Wei Ye whispered: "Please calm down. If he didn't make too big a mistake, you can spare him, okay?"

Those crystal-clear eyes were frightened, as if he would be tainted with disappointment and sadness if he killed indiscriminately.Christopher said coldly: "If you don't stand up again, I will be really angry."

As soon as these words came out, he was stunned for a moment, how could God threaten his believers like this.

Wei Ye looked sideways at the crow on his shoulder, and said seriously: "Please don't be angry, anger is bad for your health."

Christopher: "...um."

Until Wei Ye was far away, people all over the place were still kneeling, and several older dark magicians were sweating profusely, too exhausted to get up.

As expected of the Son of Darkness, only Simon can dare to intercede for Azman at this time.It turned out that some young magicians were jealous and felt that they were no worse than him. At this time, there was no distraction in their heads.

The patriarch of the dwarves helped Azman up in a panic, "Dark Elf King, are you okay? Why did you anger the Lord God?"

Azman lowered his head slightly and said nothing, the white hair scattered on his forehead covered his golden eyes, casting a dark shadow.

Even though 001 has forgotten everything, some things are still engraved in his bones. Wei Ye thought it was quite interesting, but now he realizes that something is wrong——

The system was always jealous like that, but now it has become a god whose strength crushes everything. It's no wonder that 001 doesn't hinder the progress of his mission!

Wei Ye, who was in a bad mood, returned to the room, carried the crow to the bed, and knelt down in front of him, "Lord God, what do you want?"

When he received the power and attendants, his attitude was obviously melting, and Christopher was very satisfied with that sense of dependence.Just because of this trivial matter, a estrangement has arisen.

Christopher said for the third time: "Get up." It was uncomfortable, "I won't speak in the future, I don't need you to kneel."

Dano nodded and stood up obediently.

"You have nothing to ask me?" It's good to be devout to him, but Christopher somehow doesn't want to see him obedient to himself without saying a word.

Wei Ye thought for a while and asked, "Is my Martin going to be okay?"

Seeing his worried face, Christopher's eyes were cold, "What will happen to it?"

Wei Ye: "Your power is so powerful, Martin is just an ordinary crow..." Don't overwhelm his cute little crow.

Those light blue eyes blinked innocently, and Christopher forced himself to look away, "My avatar doesn't carry much power, almost all of it is given to you."

That's why he temporarily occupied the body of this undead familiar.

Hearing this, Wei Ye frowned, finally showing a little happy look, "You are so kind to me."

The voice was also tainted with a smile, and the crow's black feathers moved, and finally Christopher couldn't help but look back.Looking at his beautiful eyes and that mouth that spits out obedient words, his vision is dim.

It was like a dead heart beating for the first time, and the emotions were all tied to another person, something that hadn't been experienced in aeons.

"Are you tired?" Unusual emotions were hidden under the deep appearance, he said slowly: "Do you want to sleep?"

As his voice emerged in his mind, Wei Ye's eyelids gradually became heavy, and his body really felt weak. He rubbed his eyes, "Well, I'm so tired."

Christopher said, "Come here."

Wei Ye obeyed and climbed onto the bed in front of him. In a daze, he heard the man continue to instruct: "Hold me."

He hugged the crow beside him, and spontaneously raised it to his shoulder, rubbing its feathers with his cheek.Such intimacy made the man pause, and his voice softened, "Take a good rest."

Embracing the dark god occupying the crow's body, drowsiness struck, his body and mind were sinking, and Wei Ye was trapped in the soft quilt under his body.

The god's descending technique invited the god's clone, and after passing the power to Wei Ye, the projection of the descending clone disappeared soon.Seeing God leave, other people dare to speak to Wei Ye.

"My lord, we have asked the patriarch of the dwarves to refine a staff, which is inlaid with a power-enhancing magic crystal, which is suitable for you to use now." As soon as he went out, he met a magician from the Black Magic Guild. The representative presented him with a staff.

Wei Ye's original staff was hacked by the undead knight, so he just needed a new one.He accepted it and thanked him gratefully. Sean waved his hands again and again to say no thanks. He grabbed his hand and told everyone's respect and expectations for him.

The dark magicians have been oppressed for too long, and at this moment, each one is full of energy, eager to go to the battlefield immediately, surrounded by a pair of eyes as if they are hopeful, Wei Ye feels a burst of pressure.

As soon as Xiao En pulled his hand, the crowd became crowded. Some fanatical believers even wanted to touch him and tug on his clothes to feel the breath of the dark god.

Wei Ye was so crowded that he almost fell down, but fortunately, a cluster of vines rose in front of the crowd to separate them and rescued him in time.

"Huh." After finally running away, Wei Ye straightened his slightly messy hair, frowning in distress, "My hair was pulled off."

It hurts.

He has been using the hair tie that Azman gave him, and now the hair tie has gone to nowhere, his long hair is loose and messy and slightly curled.

Blown by the wind, wisps of silk flutter away, like clouds like weaving, making people unable to move their eyes away.

Wei Ye messed around and hurt himself, his scalp lightened suddenly, and Azman gently brushed his hair.

Dark fingers gently inserted into his hair and combed it carefully.

From the corner of his eyes, Wei Ye saw a twig growing out of the flowers around him, extending into Azman's palm, bending and weaving automatically, and turned into a hair button in a blink of an eye.

The pattern is delicate and exquisite.It is said that elves have artistic talent, so it is true.

Azman helped him tie a high ponytail, Okino stroked the top of his hair subconsciously, and smiled at him fondly, "Thank you."

The necromancer who just came out of the forest was withdrawn and not good at speaking. After getting to know his companions, he gradually smiled.

The graceful and luxurious dark elf king was uncharacteristically at this time.

"he's gone?"

"Well, as soon as I woke up, the main god was no longer in Martin's body."

Azman's voice was low, "He actually... let you sleep in front of him?"

Dano: "What's wrong?"

More than wrong.

Azman's intuition made Azman's heart sink. The performance of the Dark God is definitely not treating his valued believers or subordinates.but—

Regard him as his own property, and no one is allowed to peep.

"Did he do anything special to you?" Azman asked sideways.

Wei Ye was puzzled, "No, why do you ask that?"

Seeing his innocent appearance, Azman's complexion changed a few times, and he suddenly rubbed the top of his head, messing up the hair he had tied up with his own hands.

Wei Ye raised his hand to cover his head, and stared at him unhappy, "What are you doing?"

Azman sighed, thinking what do you know.

The little mage is amazingly deceitful, and he trusts the God of Darkness wholeheartedly, what if he is kidnapped?

But he knew it was useless to tell him, so he had to temporarily change the topic, "I got a piece of news."

"The holy son you always talk about, seems to be called Elvis? The Pope intends to abdicate and let him succeed him."

Wei Ye recalled that the last time they parted, Elvis decided to become Pope to change the status quo, he couldn't help asking: "Elvis is so young, can he successfully succeed?"

Azman smiled, "Of course it's not that simple."

"Although the Pope is the current leader of the Holy See, he is already old. He was seriously injured decades ago, his strength has declined and stopped, and his control over the Holy See has been declining."

"There are many factions in the Holy See, and the relationship is complicated. Other cardinals are eyeing his position. Although Elvis is the Pope's promising successor, after all, his qualifications and strength are not enough. There are great obstacles to ascending to the Pope."

"But the Pope seems to have some way to stop other people's mouths." Azman said thoughtfully: "I got a tip that he left the Temple of Light with Elvis and a group of confidants."

Wei Ye was taken aback, thinking of the vicious Pope, he began to worry.

Elvis is a very good person, good people are always easy to be plotted and bullied!

"Your Majesty, today's medicine is ready." On the other side, the Pope was receiving a bottle of freshly refined potion from his confidant.

"Al, come and have a drink." The pope showed a kind smile and waved to Elvis.

Elvis stepped forward slowly, took the potion and drank it in one gulp. The color of the potion was cloudy and strange, but he showed no sign of resistance.

The Pope said softly: "My good boy, you should have been so obedient. I carefully crafted these tonics with precious medicinal materials. The earlier you improve your strength, the earlier I can pass on the position to you, right?"

Elvis bowed his head, "Yes."

The pope looked at him losing his expression, and only listened to his own appearance, showing satisfaction.

His hypocrisy has already been deeply rooted in his bones, even if there is only one confidant around him who knows his secret, he still looks sanctimonious.

The confidant watched his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, and stood loyally by the side without any reaction.

"Okay, I'm tired." The Pope closed his eyes exhaustedly, and layers of wrinkles covered his old face. He waved his hand, "Take him down."

The confidant took Elvis out of the room.

After a while, Elvis who was alone opened his eyes.Bending down and spitting out a mouthful of liquid medicine, holding back his cough, he used magic to quickly wipe out the water stains on the ground.

After returning to the temple, he confessed his mistake to the pope, and wanted to wait for the opportunity, but the pope simply fed him the puppet potion in order to prevent him from going wrong again.

After discovering the pope's plan to occupy his body, Elvis secretly checked, and he found that the pope had suffered extremely serious injuries when he chased and killed a dark magician decades ago. But the foundation was damaged, and he fell from the realm of the holy magister to the great magister.

The Pope was getting old day by day, and not long ago he was injured again, and his life was not long, so he was in a hurry to control him, and wanted to perform the forbidden technique as soon as possible.

But the pope didn't know that his body of light was not only highly gifted in magic, but also resistant to toxins harmful to the body. He was awake from beginning to end.

Elvis lowered his eyes numbly when the elder he trusted since childhood turned out to be like this.

The face of the necromancer flashed in his mind again, lightly touching the back of his hand and telling him "don't be sad".Recalling those brief but beautiful intersections, the bitter smile of frustration on his lips gradually spread out, and there was a touch of firmness in his eyes.

The Pope's physical condition was not good, and he had to rest for half a day after the journey. It took several days for them to reach their distant destination.

In front of you is a white building, magnificent and holy. It was originally a church of light 3000 years ago. It was destroyed during the war of gods, and then it was transformed into a memorial hall to commemorate the contribution to the victory of light in the war of gods. The heroes of life.

Elvis stepped here, only feeling a little ironic.The believers guarding the memorial hall had already been sent away, and he was taken to the center of the hall.

The pope's confidants quickly carved complex magic circles on the wide and clean ground. "Al, lie down here." The pope pointed to a center where the magic circle gathered.

Elvis lay down silently, and the Pope lay on the other side. The palms of the two had deep cuts, and the blood flowed down the grooves.

Huge power surged from the other side of the magic circle. Elvis knew that the pope wanted to transmit his own magic power first, so he collected himself and gritted his teeth to endure.

The dazzling light magic power mixed with blood color lit up the entire hall.

The strength increased little by little, great magician, magister, great magister... In a very short time, Elvis who broke through the great magister suddenly opened his eyes.He stood up, his magic power suddenly broke, and he put a dagger on the Pope's neck.

"Your Majesty the Pope!" The subordinates were about to rush over in shock, "Don't move!" Elvis shouted sharply, holding the dagger firmly.

The Pope coughed violently, "Al...heh, you haven't killed anyone, have you?"

Elvis pursed his lips, his arms only paused for two seconds, and said decisively: "Teacher, goodbye." He was about to send the dagger into the Pope's neck.

Unexpectedly, the Pope, who was so weak that he couldn't even move his fingers, suddenly released a gleam of light from his eyes. Before Elvis realized something was wrong, his hands were already heavy, and the priest's robe on his body suddenly flashed white light, turning into a cage of light tightly Bind him.

The Pope coughed and pushed his dagger away, laughing loudly, "Do you think I can rest assured just by giving you the puppet potion?" He glanced at Elvis's clothes that he had manipulated, "Being as heartbroken as you are How could I not be more prepared for people who are bewitched by darkness."

"No." Elvis said coldly, "You are the one whose heart falls into darkness."

"You can be as hard as you want." The pope taunted Elvis while having someone move him back: "My good boy, I want to tell you a sad fact. In fact, after you came back and confessed your mistake, I believed you at first, after all You have always been an obedient and good boy."

"Unfortunately, when I entered the study, I found that the restriction on my collection of books had been broken." He sneered, "I can smell the stench of dark magic with my nose!"

Elvis was pushed back to his original position, the pope was still talking, he seemed to hate the dark magician extremely, and wanted to hit him at this time, "That necromancer killed you, if you don't join him , there is still a possibility of surviving today. How about it, do you regret it now?"

Elvis' eyes were dark, the Pope was waiting for his repentance, but in the next second, he saw him smile.

The Pope became furious, "What are you laughing at?!"

"I just thought, fortunately he didn't know." Elvis said lightly: "In case he is sad and blames himself."

The Pope's eyes sharpened, and he slapped him hard, causing Elvis to turn his head sideways.After the beating, the expression on his face became compassionate again, and he touched his side face regretfully, "I almost forgot, this young body will be mine soon."

The light of the magic circle lights up again. After the magic power is transmitted, the forbidden technique of soul transfer is about to be performed.

Elvis couldn't move at all, his whole body began to hurt, and his soul seemed to be put into an ice cellar.Just at this critical moment, a black light suddenly fell from the top of his head.

With a bang, the ground shook, and a corner of the forbidden magic circle that was lit halfway collapsed.

The Pope's eyes were about to split open, "Who?!"

A slender figure appeared on the edge of the altar on the second floor, and waved his staff again.

A swordsman under the pope rushed out, blocked the blow, and said anxiously: "We have a lot of people, but he only has one magician..."

Before the words fell, there was another shock behind him, a tall bone horse descended from the sky, and on the horse was a majestic undead knight.The undead knight moved silently, holding a long sword and rushing into the crowd protecting the pope. This seemed to be a one-sided massacre. After a while, blood flowed all over the ground.

"Necromancer—" The shock made the pope's old voice broken, and he picked up the dagger on the ground with his sharp eyes.

The situation seemed to be reversed, he gestured at Elvis' neck threateningly, but his hands trembled violently.

Wei Ye thought for a moment, put down his staff, and let the undead knight back down.

The Pope was overjoyed, tremblingly took out a magic scroll, and wanted to teleport away.

Elvis didn't want to let him go, and quickly mobilized the magic power in his body, but he was still close to dispelling the cage of light on his body.His eyes fell on Wei Ye, wanting to convey some news, but suddenly he was taken aback, Wei Ye actually took out the Bow of Strange Destruction.

The pope didn't listen to it with one hand, and slowly touched the edge of the teleportation scroll. In the distance, the bowstring was slightly pulled apart.

The magician's arm strength was insufficient, and an arrow came out tremblingly, and shot lightly into the ground, still a few steps away from the Pope.

The Pope laughed twice, his figure flickered a few times, and disappeared in place.

The undead knight who was ordered to stop looked at his master, his red eyes flashed like a mockery.

Wei Ye ignored him, looking at the dissipated elemental arrow, Shi Shiran took the bow back.knock off.

Elvis also breathed a sigh of relief, the most powerful thing about the Bow of Destruction is the mental attack, as long as anyone within the attack range will be affected.The pope's obsession with living has swallowed up his reason, and he will surely die in the illusion.

As soon as his tense muscles loosened, he collapsed on the ground, and the restraint on his body happened to be released.

With soft footsteps, the necromancer slowly walked over.

"I'm sorry, I heard it all, I almost killed you."

Elvis propped up his body, opened his mouth hastily, but saw him smile again, "But it's okay."

"—I don't need to be sad and blame myself now."

Elvis looked at him deeply, and Shu Er also raised his lips, "Yeah, it's okay, hahahaha." It was the first time that the clear voice laughed so unscrupulously. His eyes were full of smiles.

There was a loud noise from above, and Weiye was startled, thinking that there were still enemies left to kill.Looking up, it turned out that his newly acquired undead knight was smashing a stone statue hard for some reason.

In two or three strokes, the stone statues and monuments were reduced to rubble.Wei Yezhi said that he didn't know which hero was unlucky, so he quickly summoned him back.

After rescuing Elvis, Wei Ye found a hotel first. He lost a lot of blood, and although he could heal his wounds with light healing, he was still weak for a short time.

Elvis was sleeping soundly on the bed, the trauma on his body had healed, and he was clean again, dazzlingly white.

Good boy, I said earlier that I would take you away, Wei Ye sat beside the bed and thought with a smile.

Thinking of him being slapped by the Pope, he couldn't help scratching his cheek with his hair.

Obviously lacking strength, the sleeping man's chest heaved violently, and he opened his eyes suddenly.

He seemed to be having some kind of nightmare, his eyes trembled, and he breathed heavily.

"What's the matter with you?" Wei Ye quietly retracted the tricky hair ends, "Is there any other discomfort?"

"No, I..." Elvis looked at him, retracting his gaze as if scalded, "No."

"No." Wei Ye frowned slightly, seeing that his face was not right, "but you look very wrong."

His face was covered with a blush, like a fever after he lost too much blood, and his vision was also flickering, covered with a layer of blur.

"Can't you cure your fever?" Wei Ye got up immediately, "I'll go buy some medicine."

However, as soon as he turned around, his wrist was grabbed, "No need!" Elvis gripped his delicate skin, his five fingers tightened uncontrollably, "It's not a fever."

"Then what happened to you?"

"I..." It was hard to say, Elvis said in a low voice: "It's the Bow of Strange Destruction, I was affected by the Bow of Deception."

Because his state of mind is no longer clear.

Elvis suddenly realized that it would be very difficult for him to be immune to mental attacks in the future.

"Huh? How did this happen." Wei Ye looked at him worriedly, leaned over to help him check, "I'm sorry, I don't know...were you all right in the Abyss of Chaos?"

The fragrant breath penetrated into the nostrils as he approached.

"Don't!" Elvis put the back of his hand on his eyelids, and closed his eyes tightly as if seeing a man-eating lich.Panting for breath, he said with difficulty: "Don't be like this..."