The Path of Ascension to the Priest

The ground was stained with blood and corpses were strewn across the field. After Tang Qiu saw the surrounding environment clearly, her stomach churned. Even though she had begun to adapt to this world, such a bloody scene still made her hair stand on end.

Is this the Black Witch... Tang Qiu lowered his eyes, it seems that the Black Witch was targeted by the forces of the entire continent, and it was not without reason.

The blood in the stream was gurgling and bubbling. A black jar beside the corpse mountain caught Tang Qiu's attention. She frowned and walked a few steps towards the jar, trying to see what was inside.

The scarecrow looked at Tang Qiu quietly, a trace of blackness flickered in the eyes decorated with scarlet minced meat, Tang Qiu sharply raised his head and looked at the scarecrow.

"What...something..." Tang Qiu raised her staff and quickly chanted a spell. A halo of light appeared from under her feet, crushing the skeleton's hand bones that came out of the ground into pieces.

The scarecrow didn't move, but it made people feel cold and creepy.

Tang Qiu cautiously retreated to Lucille's side, looking sideways at her.

Lucille turned her head, stared at her inexplicably for a while, frowned and said, "What's wrong?"

"No..." Tang Qiu said thoughtfully, "I was thinking, what would we do if the black witch wasn't here?"

Lucille said coldly: "Destroy her dark magic circle."

"Then if her body is not there, but she keeps her eyes on it..." Tang Qiu spread his hands helplessly, "What about this situation?"

Lucille turned her head to look at the scarecrow expressionlessly.

Tang Qiu raised his staff and tried to throw a light spell at the Scarecrow, "I just have some doubts."

The light spell was stopped by a burst of mist when it was about to fall on the scarecrow. The mist swallowed the light element, and the scarecrow still stood there safely.

"However... I can confirm it now." Tang Qiu slowly put down the staff, stared at the scarecrow with sky blue eyes, and raised his voice, "Your Excellency Witch, don't you plan to come out to meet guests?"

"Marshal Edrie Lucille personally visited, and let a scarecrow deal with it, but he hid in the dark. Will this damage the prestige of the witch?"

"Ah, I forgot, black witches can't see the light." Tang Qiu sincerely apologized, "But the scarecrow doesn't seem to be any better, what do you think, Your Excellency the Witch?"

Lucille looked at a certain priest who directly "borrowed" her name to provoke, with a delicate expression.

The Scarecrow let out a cold snort, his voice was sharp and cold, "It seems that no matter where the priests are, they are all equally arrogant. Is this what you learned from the Goddess of Light?"

Tang Qiu chuckled, "The Goddess of Light is just guiding us to illuminate the darkness."

The staff of light flickered for a moment, and Tang Qiu released the light technique that he had prepared long ago by speaking. A dazzling white light enveloped the scarecrow, and the surrounding mist was gradually melted away by the light elements. Tang Qiu's expression was serious, and he kept muttering While chanting a spell, white light continued to envelope the scarecrow.

Light spell is the most aggressive of the low-level light spells, and it is also the nemesis of dark creatures. Even Lucille, who was standing beside Tang Qiu, felt a little uncomfortable and couldn't help but take a step back.

The scarecrow fell silent in the white light, his arms and legs suddenly ignited, and the fire burned the straw to ashes, leaving only a bald head on the black wooden stick.

Tang Qiu slowly put down the staff, her face turned pale due to the exhaustion of too much mental power, she took a deep breath, just when she was a little relaxed, her ankles were suddenly grabbed by the cold bones of her hands, and the ground under her feet collapsed. Being pulled downward by a force.

Lucille quickly grabbed Tang Qiu and dragged him to her side, then lifted her foot and crushed the bones of the following hand.

Tang Qiu leaned on Lucille, frowning, she looked up at the scarecrow, and murmured softly, "Things are going to get tricky."

Her light spells were no match for the dark witch.

The scarecrow with only a bald head let out a hehehe laugh, the ground under his feet suddenly shook, and the huge figure of the half-human demon came out of the thick fog, carrying a bloody corpse on his body, pure white The priest's robe has long been stained with blood, and under the torn robe are bones that have lost all flesh and blood, and the bright mark on the only intact arm has been dimmed.

It's Jane... Tang Qiu's eyes widened for a moment, then he looked away, and his lips pursed slightly.

The demigod threw the priest's body in front of the scarecrow, and a black crow came out of the thick fog, inserted its pointed beak into her chest, and took out the heart.

"The monster summoned by the priest's heart makes one's blood boil." A black mist floated from the Scarecrow's body, and the mist wrapped the heart and headed towards the stream.

When the black crow was taking out Jane's heart, Lucille keenly noticed the momentary stiffness of the person beside her. She glanced at Tang Qiu, and saw that although her face was expressionless, the hand holding the staff became pale. Tighter.

"Are you afraid?"

Tang Qiu glanced at Lucille, and subconsciously showed a smile under the circumstances, "Yes."

"With your strength, don't be afraid of her." Werewolves are natural fighters. They have the same enviable speed and strength as the vampires, but they are luckier than the vampires because their strength will grow with time.

It's not like a blood race... strength is always fixed in the strict class law.

Tang Qiu was stunned for a moment, looked at Lucille with puzzled eyes, and was about to ask her what she meant, but Lucille's figure had disappeared in place.

Before the heart wrapped in black air fell into the stream, it was caught by a plain white palm. Lucille crushed the heart indifferently, and then teleported to the scarecrow's body. The broken, bald head rolled to the feet of the half-human demon.

The black witch's distraught voice came from inside, "Damn it, I want you to go to hell together."

"Use the monsters summoned by your hearts to slaughter Edri."

A large number of monsters gushed out of the thick fog, and the figures of Lucille and Tang Qiu were immediately submerged. The blood in the stream was churning more intensely, and the thick fog gradually condensed together, turning into a gray-green flame.

Lucille shuttled among the monsters, her hands were quick and sharp, and after a while, a clearing was cleared around her.

She raised her eyes and looked around, trying to find the figure of the blond priest.

Tang Qiu was surrounded by countless monsters, and one of the bright staff was broken. She threw away the useless staff in her hand, and when she was about to take out a new one, the huge half-human demon The palm suddenly fell from the sky, and the shadow directly enveloped her.

The life-threatening pressure made Tang Qiu's heart tighten. The blood in her body suddenly boiled, and her joints began to itch, as if something was about to explode in her body. Tang Qiu's brain fell into a blank.

However, the expected danger did not come, Lucille didn't know when she would come, she jumped into the air, kicked the half-human demon into the air, then turned her back to Tang Qiu, frowning at the increasing number of demons. monster.

After the crisis was over, the boiling blood in Tang Qiu's body gradually calmed down. She moved her sore fingers, took out her staff again, looked at the gray-green flames approaching them through the monster, and narrowed her eyes slightly, "That's What?"

She doesn't know much about the dark spells of the Black Witch.

"...Dark Flame."

"...It sounds like a lot of power."

Lucille's tone was flat, "The priests below the priests will be directly turned into ashes."

A certain priest below the priest paused for a moment, and then seriously told Lucille, "Please make sure that this flame keeps a certain safe distance from me."

Lucille: "..."

The circle formed by the gray-green flames became smaller and smaller, and the monsters in the circle were killed seven to eight times by Lucille and Tang Qiu, but the flames were only a dozen meters away from them.

When dealing with the last half-human demon in the circle, Lucille's arm accidentally brushed against the flames, and the gray-green fireworks rose instantly, as if to swallow Lucille, but she avoided it.

The sleeves were burned to ashes by the flames. Lucille took several steps back and looked down at the wound on her arm with a cold expression.

Tang Qiu went over to check it out, and wanted to use a healing spell on her, but let her hide.

"Your injury..." Tang Qiu was a little worried.

Lucille lowered her arms and shook her head expressionlessly, "It's okay."

All the monsters in the circle were dealt with by them, but the flames were still approaching them, and the circle of flames shrunk a bit. If they didn't think about it, they would be swallowed by the flames.

When Tang Qiu was rubbing his staff and thinking about what kind of light spells he could use, the voice of the black witch suddenly rang in their ears, "Look, what I found."

"A blood race."

The black witch smiled lowly, "I didn't expect you to be a vampire, a vampire mixed with priests, interesting."

When Lucille heard the word blood race, her expression was very obvious resistance. She sat down against the tree trunk and completely ignored the black witch.

Tang Qiu, who was thinking about how to escape, was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously looked at Lucille, doubting his own ears.

Bloodlines?

Although Lucille's dark red eyes once made Tang Qiu suspicious, but there was a dark aura in the blood race, and the priest could tell it.

But she didn't sense this in Lucille.

"There is a delicious priest next to a wounded blood." The black witch's voice was bewitching, "Don't you want to suck her blood to heal yourself?"

"I heard that the blood of the priest is the most delicious for the vampires."

"Hehehe...Do you think the way to die is to be engulfed by flames and turned into ashes, or to be sucked dry by the blood around you?" The black witch said to Tang Qiu with ill intentions.

Tang Qiu came back to his senses slightly, thought carefully, and said with a smile: "I don't think they are both."

The black witch snorted coldly, "Then let's see, can a wounded vampire resist the desire to suck blood? It's a joke."

Lucille closed her eyes and meditated, turning a deaf ear to the Black Witch's words.

After the black witch stopped talking, the atmosphere became quiet. Tang Qiu opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. Although Lucille was a blood race, she was very surprised, but she was caught by her many times when she was in danger. This person saved me, so I can't say some questioning words.

Tang Qiu looked away from Lucille. At this time, instead of worrying about Lucille's blood status, it is better to think about how they left.

After all, the flames were getting closer and closer to them.

Lucille said that the dark flames could not be dealt with by priests and below. After Tang Qiu experimented, she proved that she was not lying. The light spells she used with the two staffs had no effect.

Tang Qiu put down the hand holding the staff, feeling frustrated for the first time after traveling here, her gaze slowly shifted to the only hope left at present——Luciel.

"We are going to die here." Tang Qiu frowned and said, "Don't you want to do something?"

Lucille closed her eyes as if she was asleep.

Tang Qiu walked up to her and knelt down, glanced down at the burn on her arm, was silent for a while, and asked, "If your injury is healed, can you leave here?"

Lucille's eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes. Tang Qiu was surprised to find that her dark red eyes had become as thick as blood.

She hesitated for a moment, then said softly: "...you can suck my blood."

Lucille looked at her calmly.

Under Lucille's gaze, Tang Qiu shrugged helplessly and said with a sigh: "Don't look at me like that, I'm not a great priest who intends to sacrifice myself for you."

"You can suck my blood, but only until the wound is healed." Tang Qiu paused, "As a condition, you have to take me out with you."

Lucille looked at her quietly, and the thirst welling up in her heart made her gaze involuntarily fall on Tang Qiu's neck tightly wrapped by the collar.

She asked hoarsely, "You don't want to die?"

Tang Qiu smiled helplessly, "I think the answer to this question should be no."

Lucille drooped her eyes and was silent for a while, then slowly raised her hand towards Tang Qiu, and pulled out one button of her collar with her fingers, and when she was about to undo the second one, her wrist was suddenly held down.

Tang Qiu rolled up his sleeves and waved his slender wrist in front of Lucille, "Here."

Lucille grabbed her wrist and snorted coldly.

"I believe that with Marshal Lucille's character, she will never break her promise." Tang Qiuyou quietly held the staff in his free hand, with his eyes downcast, watching Lucille lower his head and approaching her wrist, he couldn't help it. Stop talking.

The soft skin on the wrist and the strong pulse were all bewitching Lucille, but she stopped at the moment of biting down, her brows furrowed, and the mixed emotions of hesitation, resistance and disgust in her eyes made her back away. Some, want to give up.

Until Tang Qiu's questioning urging came from her ear, Lucille raised her eyes and stared at Tang Qiu, her lips slowly pressed against her warm wrist, she opened her mouth, her sharp teeth pierced the soft skin, and the warm blood The blood was too delicious for the taste buds of the vampires, making Lucille's eyes darken slightly.

The tingling pain in her wrist made Tang Qiu couldn't help pursing her lips. She lowered her head and looked at Lucille. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the injury on her arm was healing. The hand holding the staff of light slowly tightened, and the staff lifted slightly Some.

Lucille glanced down, stretched out her left hand to hold Tang Qiu's wrist, leaned forward to completely imprison her under her body, and continued to eat while holding her right hand.

"That's enough, Lucille." Tang Qiu couldn't move his hands, and his staff was thrown far away, so he could only remind her in a low voice.

However, Lucille just stared into her eyes tightly, showing no signs of stopping.

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