Blood of Mercury

On the altar in the deepest part of the Darkest Mark, an incomparably huge crimson monster put its three heads on the altar like pillows, and the heavy breathing in his sleep swept up a black storm.

But a tall human in a black robe standing beside its head was not afraid. His handsome and thin face was expressionless, like a sculpture. The deeply sunken eye sockets made people look straight at him. Look into the abyss.

He quietly watched as two people dressed in red robes and dressed as scholars walked to the crimson monster with a blood-red creature with firstborn horns and horns. In just one breath, the creature let out an extremely violent wailing. The skin melted and oil flowed to the ground, but the exposed inner layer was not fat and muscle, but a dark, translucent humanoid monster like a shadow. .

Strange to say, after it completed the transformation, the hatred and hostility it had filled with those wearing red robes and black robes seemed to disappear, and it quietly left the altar and was guided to leave by the people wearing red robes. here.

"Next."

The man in black robe standing on the altar said indifferently.

So, two red-robed creatures stepped onto the altar with a bizarre creature in it. Seeing the end of the "similar" before, this creature struggled violently, roaring frantically, hoping to wake up the huge crimson monster. But until it was transformed into its new form, the crimson monster didn't move.

"Hmph. Stupid."

Sitting down with his back against the altar, a bald-headed man in a red robe embroidered with a lot of intricate black patterns kept writing something in a notebook in his hand. Hearing the tragic mourning behind him, he sneered without turning his head, and the scar that penetrated his left eye trembled fiercely.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Hongpao's bald head cast his gaze in a certain direction.

"What's the matter? Marco."

Aware of his gaze, the tall man standing on the altar lowered his head and asked slowly.

The bald head known as Marco narrowed his eyes in that direction, and said in a deep voice, "A priest has entered the Dark Mark. Those of the silver rank should also have an apprentice of the formal rank."

"He and his apprentice used a magical technique on the matte trail before, and I thought it was just two stowaways... Now it seems," said this, there was a hint of fierceness in Ma Ke's eyes, "I'm afraid I can't stay. Woolen cloth."

"I will continue to destroy the failed products," Hei Pao judged immediately, "You bring a few more Ashes to hunt them down. In the name of Higgs, who has a snake in his eyes, not a single one will be left."

Marco nodded, waved his hand casually, and didn't look back at him. He just patted two or three people as he passed by, motioning them to follow him, and then hurried in a certain direction.

The man in black robe watched them go away, and was silent for a while, then he continued to cast his abyss-like terrifying gaze at the believers below, and said in a deep voice, "Next."

In a voice that no one heard, he squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "...arrogant idiot."

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Until now, Macken thought that his colleagues were still in the Dark Scar.

As everyone knows, as early as half a month ago, they were used as test subjects by the people of the South Wind Ring to do the demon transformation experiment.

Not only have they been tested on humans, but they have also failed, and have been transformed into ghostly creatures without intelligence. If Macken carefully searched for the Glimpse in the Dark Scar, he might see a few Glances with familiar faces and figures.

The corners of Roland's mouth twitched slightly.

Performing divine magic after entering the Dark Scar is completely different from performing it outside.

Ashes have the ability to sense nearby priests and magic users, and the higher the level of Ashes, the more information they get. If Roland remembered correctly, the world's highest-ranking Ashes, and the founder of the profession of Ashes, Marco Deadwood, who was half a step into the golden rank, was now in the Dark Scar.

After Claude used the silencer enchantment, although the action would not make a sound, the magic buff itself was a very conspicuous sign. If nothing else, he should be heading here with the mighty Ashes.

While Roland casually tugging at some bean knowledge with the crowd, the four fingers of his left hand hidden in his robe shook regularly at a very weak frequency.

This is a very high-end spell-casting technique, usually found in the hands of tricksters and trick-knives wizards, used to cast spells with extremely weak fluctuations in monitored conversations, to achieve unexpected enchantment or assassination. Effect. The trickster was Roland's first large-scale strategy, but he hasn't forgotten it until now.

After all, this is a spell-casting skill for a legal profession, and it cannot be applied mechanically to divine arts. However, the difference between magic and witchcraft in the early stage is not big. The legal system is like a decimal operation, and the magic is a hexadecimal. But their two parts before ten are the same.

This magic spellcasting technique can only be used on the second-ring magic at most. At the cost of four times the casting time, a magic spell can be cast silently, without movement and without fluctuation. The disadvantage is that this technique cannot eliminate the aura after the success of magic or witchcraft, but it happens that any lighting method including aura is ineffective in the trace of no light, and the only one that can be detected only by perception. Father Claude, who arrived at Roland's magic, was at the back because of Roland's formation, because it was too far to be noticed.

The magic technique that Roland took a lot of time to perform is the only entanglement technique he currently possesses.

While the group passed a certain wing tree, Roland's left hand touched the surface of the wing tree without a trace.

Then, with the tree as a point on the circle, Roland unknowingly led the crowd around the circle.

In an environment where there is no light, no sound, and no reference, everyone is almost unaware that they are constantly going around in circles. The only one who faintly noticed that Father Claude didn't seem to be walking in a straight line was relieved when he thought of what Roland just said, "try not to stay still in the dark scar."

Anyway, they only came in to avoid the Shadow Pterodactyl. You can leave when it comes back.

After seeing that Roland avoided several powerful grazing creatures in a clever way, his confidence in Roland soared.

Speaking of which, the sound from the outside cannot be heard inside the sound-absorbing barrier, and the field of vision is only a point in front of you. How can you confirm that the Pterodactyl has returned?

Although he was puzzled about this matter, Claude thought it might as well listen to Roland's opinion first. If he can't come up with an idea, he can run away with Claudia at any time - he is not in a hurry.

Therefore, even Father Claude relaxed his vigilance a little.

When he passed the position where he had cast the spell for the third time, Roland's ankle was silently entangled by a long vine.

It's almost time-

When Roland and the others walked half a circle again and reached the farthest point from that point, Roland calculated that the Ashes were almost there, and Roland's heart moved, and the vines entwined from the carved wing tree suddenly slammed into the air. Tension, a huge force came from Roland's feet.

Pretending to be caught off guard and exclaiming, Roland, who was at the front of the team, dragged him into the jungle on the right.

Father Claude and Kluveen immediately realized that something had happened to Roland. But Macken had said before that there could be no one in the trace of no light, and several people subconsciously thought that Roland stepped on some trap, or was plundered by some monster with remote capture ability.

Out of concern for temporary companions and attention to guides, everyone immediately launched a search for Roland. But in this special environment, they didn't dare to separate from their companions, so they could only greet everyone and search for the place where Roland suddenly disappeared.

Dragged down by An Ruosi's speed, Macon, who was trapped in formation, couldn't even use half of his speed. It was Claudia who reacted and asked Claude to perform the magic of group acceleration on everyone.

But after the magic was cast, Macken and Kluveen, who were at the front of the team, stopped abruptly before they rushed out a few steps. Although the people behind them couldn't see what was going on at the front, it was impossible for Macken and Kluveen to stop suddenly for no reason.

"You two step back and be careful."

An old voice sounded behind An Russ and Claudia. A thin but powerful hand rested gently on the noble lady's shoulder, motioning her to dodge back. The old man, who sensed the danger in the air, carried his cane in silence with a stern face and came to the front of the team.

After seeing the look of the blocker in front of him, the old priest's pupils instantly narrowed!

It wasn't panic, it was anger—

About two or three people, because of the limited field of vision, it is uncertain whether there are other people behind them. What caught the old priest's attention the most was the bald scarred face. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com He was wearing a crimson robe, with jet-black magic lines on it, which outlined verses full of madness and hatred.

That verse Claude is very familiar.

"Since God has abandoned me, I will destroy the statue with a long bronze sword like breaking a clay pot. I wish the shepherd would be bitten to death by a wolf and swallowed..."

The aged apologist whispered the beginning of the blasphemous verse written in the divine language on the enemy's robe, and slowly opened his squinted eyes, with raging anger burning in the clear blue pupils like a child.

"Oh? Bishop Claude? Long time no see, the old man is not dead yet."

The leading man with a ferocious face cracked open at the corners of his mouth, revealing shark-like teeth: "I just want to ask you: Sivir, that bitch. How's your day going?"

"Don't insult my god! God-forsaken!"

Claude shouted sharply, and the blade that was more than a foot long at the end of the cane suddenly popped out. After several divine arts were blessed, the momentum of the old man suddenly rose again and again, and even Macken and Kluveen were blessed with many buffs. .

He took a last look at the blood on the steel whip that was clearly stained on the steel whip behind the red-robed god-forsaken. Full of anger and guilt towards Roland, he rushed up with his sword and staff like a tiger descending a mountain.

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Well, everyone is very helpful. Yesterday, it was indeed listed on the new book list for a day.

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