A subjugated princess will never die a vagabond

A crisp gunshot penetrated the cockpit of the heavy cavalry.

In just a moment, the heavy equipment and the driver lost all their vitality.

A ghostly blue spirit floated out of the part where the bullet shot into. It made a "buzzing" sound that others could not understand, and directly entered the information into the demon's consciousness: "Barnard, you owe me once."

The devil smiled nonchalantly: "Do you think this kind of iron bump can kill me?"

"I'm worried that you are in so much pain that you call mommy."

"Hiss..." The devil laughed, but there was no smile on his face anymore. It looked at Foza and walked over with dangerous steps, "Tell me, you are the kind who screams in pain. Mommy's?"

Foza was so frightened that he stepped back step by step, there was no way to retreat, he saw the demon was close at hand, and just about to resist, his right arm suddenly fell off, and the burning sharp nails cut into the eye socket——

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

……

Everything was so abrupt that the Guards couldn't understand why the Carson Merchant Group and its mercenaries suddenly declared war.

Based on paper data alone, the combat effectiveness of the Carson Merchant Group is less than half that of the Guards, but they have several top transcendents, and almost every one of them can be as good as a hundred, facing the heavy cavalry head-on without losing the wind.

On the side of the pro-guard army, the leader Mesteker has been reluctant to show up for a long time.

What about the Church of the Sun?Where is the Church of the Sun?

At this time, the number two member of the Guards thought about the Church of the Sun again, but neither Bishop Maxi nor Knight Commander Mines went anywhere.After half an hour of resistance, he sent out a call for help with a signal flare, gathered his broken subordinates, and retreated the line of defense to the glow tower.

Luentia's nearly 2000-member personal guards are well-trained, relying only on the Carson Merchant Group and a few blazing gold-level explorers, it is pure wishful thinking to break into the core of the wonder within a few hours, and Even if the Tower of Light itself is not fully activated, it can still enchant one's own camp under the control of the mage. After the Carson Merchant Group invaded the Tower of Light, the battle situation immediately stalemate.

Among them, an old man with gray beard and white hair bypassed everyone's field of vision and also bypassed the detection of mages, step by step, he came to the core of the spectacle.

The magnificent giant gate blocked the way forward.

In the core of the spectacle, inside Luntia's skin, dark golden blood suddenly emerged from the hollow left eye socket, forming a gloomy eye.

"How is it possible..." He turned around in surprise and stared in the direction of the giant door.

He is in the process of making a contract with the spectacle, [Sleeping Blood] has achieved a certain degree of integration with the core of the spectacle, so he can perceive the battle at the bottom of the tower, and at the same time, he can also perceive that the seal of the core of the spectacle is being sealed. crack.

Theoretically, it takes one or two hours to destroy the giant gate, but now it takes at most half an hour...a quarter of an hour...10 minutes...5 minutes...3 minutes...

Do not……

The door is open! ! !

The dark golden eyes turned around, and Luentia saw an old man in a white robe, who came with steady steps and calm eyes.

"When you become a demigod, I may not be able to defeat you..." Mo Xiu folded his sleeves and smiled, "In terms of calculations, Qifa has countless times to beat me, and he has the right timing."

"You are... Moxiu." The strong sense of oppression seemed to be strangling Luentia's throat. As a gifted god, he had never felt so dangerous and oppressive.

"I'm Moshu."

Before the sound fell, turquoise vesicles floated up in the golden blood tide, and the egg sheaths were wrapped in them. When the sheaths were broken and stretched, they became pairs of bright feathers.

"Sleeping blood, very good."

Moxiu stretched out his right hand from his sleeve, and raised it to the sky——

"I'm in a dream."

He closed his eyes, and he seemed to be asleep. At the same time, Mo Xiu's half body was covered by bright blue light wings, and the sleeping blood began to boil, and the vesicles on the surface were like green weeds on a pond.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Luentia's lips and tongue were condensed under his skin, and he let out a snarl, the sea of ​​sleeping blood covered the core of the spectacle, swirling around, and the secret text of the square pillar glistened through the dark gold and blue blood.

"clang!"

The bell struck.

Mo Xiu's figure didn't sway, but the rock under his feet cracked suddenly. Under the blue tide and golden waves, a twisted palace soaked in the deep sea gradually emerged.

Sleeping blood has the characteristics of weakening and calming the nerves. Any mysterious step into its range will cause great inertia, and even a feather will sink into the deepest part, including dreams.

For Moxiu, Luentia's home court brings him a great disadvantage. The more he uses the power of the dream, the easier it is to get lost in it driven by inertia, and eventually his consciousness cannot return to reality.

At the same time, Luntia's contract is still going on, the longer it drags on, the stronger his power will be.

Sleeping blood is the symbol of Luentia's spiritual veins, and Moxiu knew this well, so he used dreams to block Luentia's connection with the spectacle.

When Moxiu was young, he had been to many dangerous places in the deep world. Every wing of his was a real dream, whether it was his own or someone else's.

At the same time, Moxiu can extract the power of these dream memories for his own use, which requires the power of will to achieve, and it just so happens that what he lacks most is the power of will.

"clang!"

Luentia's [Sunset Bell] rang again, and the tide of the deep sea filled the air. The strange sound waves scattered the torrent, and a round of sunset shone in the cold waves.

Before the sun split, his authority was not as pure as the current Lieyang.

Sunset and morning rise, the prologue of reincarnation and the beginning of hope, the polar night after dusk is not eternal silence, but the prelude to the dawn of a new day.It is the praise of death, the prospect of life, the cycle of fate, and also the inheritance and replacement. All things are transformed under this cycle.

But now all that remains is to purify everything.

"Sunset", this is not a bad metaphor in the Sun Church in the past, while it is ringing the death knell, it is also accumulating new life——

And now, it is Mo Xiu who will die, and he will live, Luentia!

277. This leader is called Luntia ([-])

The ancient rocks are bathed in the miasma of the deep sea, the grand and distorted palace is covered with wriggling, fluffy dark green algae, and the precipitous stones make the light blurred. It seems to elevate the space. The projection of the ominous thing described.

The uncleanness exuding the smell of the sea weakened the connection between Luentia and the Tower of Radiance. The deep sea blocked the fusion of the sleeping blood and the core of the spectacle, and the strong sense of filth penetrated into the symbol of the spirit vein like a germ, suffocating The feeling is as if there are hooks choking his throat, tearing his organs, and tearing out his lungs. Even though Luentia in reality only has a skin to be filled, if he wants to describe it, roughly That's how pain feels.

The twilight in the deep sea was broken into ripples by the treacherous space. Luentia's skin bag reached out to capture a beam of light, and a layer of golden secret script lingered on his arm. Every time it flowed, it was a deafening roar. Every time it vibrates, the bone fragments on the stone pillars of the ancient palace will peel off, showing a more decadent state.

Luentia's high-level skills are not too aggressive. The characteristics of [Sunset Bell] and [Twilight Harbinger] can be summarized into one point: weaken, weaken, and weaken again.

Make the enemy so weak that they mistakenly think they are dead and fall into eternal sleep.

For the dream summoned by Moxiu, Luentia is not without countermeasures.Every strong person who tries to go further on the extraordinary road will hone his own will and continuously deepen the source power and mysterious characteristics in the spiritual veins. This is just like an ordinary person who insists on exercising day and night. The extraordinary person's own "immunity ability" has the minimum resistance when facing the attack of external mysterious characteristics, and will not die at the touch of a touch.

Mystery can suppress mystery, which has led to the fact that even in extremely disadvantaged situations, most extraordinary people will not be killed by unprovoked curses or laws, and have the confidence to resist or escape.

Therefore, the more chimera skills, the higher the concentration of mystery, and the more calm you will be when dealing with the enemy.

On paper, Luentia and Moxiu are both endowed by gods, so they should be equal.

Luentia's skin took a step forward, and the heavy water pressure squeezed it out of shape. This was not only a contest of will, but also a head-to-head confrontation. If it wasn't for the spectacle "behind", he would never have fought with Moxiu. This kind of powerhouse is singled out head-on.

Moxiu, on the other hand, likes to be singled out, and prefers to be caught off guard. Both Maxi back then and Luentia now are obviously at a disadvantage.

The old priest is quite honest. He thinks that planning is not as good as magic, so he is willing to be a sharp knife and pierce the heart of the enemy.

Judging from the results, Qifa seems to have the foresight indeed, but his forced gentleness in the past was overruled by the cruel reality.

but……

Moses opened his eyes.

After all, what Qifa did was not the right way.

Thinking of this, a dark green eddy suddenly appeared in the sea current under Mo Xiu's hands, and the loud noise of twilight was absorbed by the unfathomable vortex when it reached Mo Xiu. For a moment, Luentia only saw From that eddy flowed blinding, sickening scales and fins.

Under the vortex is an immeasurably huge eye. Its pupils cannot even fill the entire core of wonders. The process from closing the eyes to opening them is extremely slow, but Luentia is trembling extremely, every cell All are resisting the activity.

The icy and terrifying gaze cast a layer of freezing frost on the sleeping blood.

Luentia couldn't figure out what kind of great existence was behind the vortex, he only knew that what Moxiu summoned was just a phantom in a dream.

There are messy and unclean hard spots parasitic on that eye, it is open all day long, and what is closed is a translucent film full of scales and echinoderms, even when the eyes are not open, a frightening and strange light can still emerge from the film penetrate out.

Luentia's best skill is actually not the God-endowed [Sunset Bell], but the second-level hazard [Pyromaniac]. He cleverly combined this skill with [Dusk] and the symbol [Sleeping Blood], distorted Instead of the characteristic of burning, it turns into the propagation of eternal sleep and death.

It's just that Moxiu seems to know his ability very well, so the dream of shooting is nothing but the deep sea.

Forcibly calming his will, Luentia's skin stretched back with Twilight's fists.

This skin bag is a spiritual weapon he harvested in the ruins in the early years. Its characteristics are powerful regeneration ability and near indestructible attributes. Apart from digesting his body, it has almost no side effects.

The current Luentia essentially only has the symbol of the spirit veins that still belongs to him. His soul is attached to it, parasitic with the skin sac, and the flesh and blood fillings are all regenerated organs after the skin sac absorbs the power of [Sleeping Blood] result.Every reinvention of the self will weaken Luentia's spirit, making the curse of "Sunset Bell" more intense.

The reason why he was able to create sleeping blood like a sea tide is also the result of the continuous supply of power from the skin, which is to make a deal with the devil.

And at this moment, Luentia punched the giant eye fearlessly through his skin——

When the twilight falls, all the brilliance loses its color, and the dreamland is directly returned to the eternal night.

The sea tide dissipated, the deep sea palace disappeared like a bubble, the square pillar at the core of the spectacle was running in an orderly manner, under the skin, Luentia gave birth to a dark golden eye again.

This represents a further step in his connection to Spectacle.

"I said—" He leaped towards Moxiu on the golden blood tide, "Pretend! God! Fuck! Ghost!"

"clang!"

He punched Moxiu in the face, the bell rang like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and it seemed that the sky was torn apart, any dream would wake up in the deafening bang, without life or death.

That would be the same as Luentia's, the pain of being extremely sleepy but unable to sleep.

As an extraordinary person who is good at using dreams, his physical strength and resistance are often quite weak. At their level, fighting skills are still useful. The tempering of fighting instincts cannot be underestimated. Luentia swung every punch [Sunset Bell], his stamina, brute force, wind-breaking rhythm, and rhythm will be like a torrential rain. The mighty shock can overwhelm the enemy and make them unable to fight back. Under the restraint of [Sleeping Blood], it is difficult to even use skills .

Mo Xiu remained motionless.

The turquoise light wings on his face fluttered like fluff.

Luentia's fist shattered countless dreams, but these dreams were just a drop in the ocean for the endless body of the wishing angel.

Moshu is blooming.

Luentia punched again, and the sleeping blood rolled like a tsunami. The waves beat on each other, and each layer falling would seamlessly connect with another punch.

"boom--"

The tide exploded, Luntia was pressed against Moxiu's cheek, the priest with sleeves rolled up stretched out his hands, Moxiu's fist hit Luentia's heart, Luentia blocked it with one hand, Cracks were torn out of Mie's skin like paper.

"end."

Moxiu ordered softly, the sleeping blood in the sky seemed to be solidified and did not fall down, the blood flow stopped for a second, and Moxiu's feathers completely stretched within this second——

He punched back, and the golden blood fell like a waterfall.

278. This leader is called Luntia ([-])

"Father's mercy."

Moxiu's always kind face suddenly flashed the color of thunder, his eyes were slightly condensed, and he wanted to use the most direct way to let the mystery destroy the enemy——

fist.

Luentia took off in weightlessness, and he immediately understood that it was Moxiu who made the fantasy come to this space and merge with reality.

This will not affect his own strength, but will bring him a certain degree of strengthening: here, will and willpower will also be used as the manifestation of strength.

Luentia has always been a very tough lunatic, even in the face of the phantom of the deep sea, he is still fearless, but...

The spirit of Moxiu is like a mountain and a sea, no matter how hard the granite is, it will be ground into powder under the majestic pressure.

He flew up, bringing out an upward curve of golden blood, followed by dreamlike wings of light, like endless catkins flying in a bright spring day, each catkin hides a fragment of life.

Moxiu turned into a wind, moving with the fluff.

He can't turn into a dream anytime and anywhere like Veronica, and even the dreamland is difficult to enter under non-special rituals, but it doesn't prevent the [Wishing Angel] from bringing the dream into reality, nor does it prevent him from turning the guest into the main. break the rules in the world.

Mo Xiu appeared in front of the soaring Luentia. He clasped his fists in the roughest posture and swung them. Through the wide sleeves that fluttered in the strong wind, Luentia could see the bulging muscles under the old body.

Luentia's skin was dented from his chest, and he vomited golden blood. He rested his hand on Moxiu's unmoving neck, and he tried hard to twist it, but it was difficult to break it, only allowing the two of them to wrestle in mid-air Changed the direction of the fall.

The Duke stretched out his hand, and the square pillar filled with secret texts at the core of the spectacle suddenly smashed out, knocking Moxiu to another wall, and when the same square pillar was about to drive out with brilliance, Moxiu's figure suddenly disappeared, and he With the help of Luntia's fluffy wings, he stepped towards the sky——

The white robe billowed, and Luentia took off again.

The golden blood under Luntia's skin gradually turned black, and corrupt hooks squirmed out. His mood became extremely unstable, and the power in his spiritual veins was rapidly disappearing.

Greed is eroding.

Moxiu didn't have the skills of [Fallen Man], but he could restore these mysteries through his dreams. He was full of divine light, but his shots were the original sin that tempted people to fall.

In the scriptures of the Holy Cult of Mercy, all people are born with sin.

Luentia leaned on the dome, gravity seemed to be upside down, thick golden blood under his feet prevented him from falling.

His pupils reflected Mo Xiu's figure approaching like a stream of light, he punched his heart, and pulled out a heart corrupted by greed, the severe pain made him very clear.