048 Dark believers

"Old man, what's wrong with him?" The poison sting asked in a hoarse voice that the cruelly trained sting was suppressing his desire to kill. If it hadn't been rational to remind himself that the old man in front of him was his own, he would have rushed up and stabbed Liu Demira in front of him dozens of him.

"It's like a counter-eating," Lyudmila said the spell of the moon worship. The moonlight gradually condensed silver bright spots in the air away from the ghost, which is a little different from cracking the divine guardian moonlight. This is a high-level magic moon night condensing magic!

If the moonlight armor and Yuehua increase the physical strength at all, then the moon night condensing magic is the best catalyst for the spirit. At this time, whether it is the thorn standing in front of the ghost or the eagle and the snail falling behind the ghost, they are shocked by the sudden terrorist pressure of the ghost, and they are faintly out of control. Lyudmila had to spend a lot of energy on the moon night condensation to help everyone resist this spiritual oppression.

Countless light spots turned into several ball of light balls under the manipulation of Lyudmila and threw them on the stings and snail horned eagles respectively. Even Bok, who lay motionless on the ground, got a few. Lyudmila had applied the moon night condensation magic to herself before she came out of the carriage, and repeated the blessing before the magic on her body disappeared. It has no effect.

Several light spots floating over the ghost were gently rolled away by the rising black flames on his body. These black flames seemed to be able to catch the energy in the air to replenish themselves. When everyone gathered together again, the ghost was already like a burning fire. Unfortunately, his fire was pure black, not only Without heat and light, it constantly emits a frightening deterrent.

"Master, what's wrong with the ghost brother?" The snail's clothes are full of blood and dirt, but with the help of the moon night condensation, his spirit is much better.

"He seems to have used some kind of dark spell, and now it seems to be a spell counterattack, or... evolving!" Lyudmila is also not sure what the ghost is about.

The era of dark believers belonged to thousands of years ago, when they were the object of cleansing of various sects. If it hadn't been for the great confrontation with the Shinto of Light, various sects would not have broadened their minds to tolerate other different beliefs, so the current moon worship high priests are no longer like those believers thousands of years ago, shouting to kill as soon as they see dark believers, but for the inheritance and secrets of dark believers, Lyudmila is I really don't know at all.

"Let's wait for him..." Lyudmila slowly walked to the broken carriage. Bock behind him walked into the board fragments, turned over a few times to find a mat, and simply cleaned it and put it on the ground. When Lyudmila sat on it, the silver Bock stood straight next to him. , like a metal guard.

The horned eagle and the snail simply cleaned up the things on the carriage, and then gathered a fire with the fragments of the carriage. Everyone quietly waited for the dawn. The moonlight armor on their bodies has not disappeared, and they are not afraid that bandits dare to come and die.

The sting turned around like a ghost. The four big white horses left by the Knight of Light were brought back by him, and the horse pulling the cart was just enough for everyone to ride.

After tying the horse, the stinger also went to the fire and sat down. He glanced at the lamp-like pillar-like Bock and whispered to Lyudmila, "Master, what's wrong with this Bock?"

"Hi..." Lyudmila looked at the fire and sighed and said slowly, "Although the magic is powerful, it can't be used casually. The more high-end the magic is, the more powerful it is. Like the bright believer who used the angel's sword, he turned around and ran away with a sword. Presumably there must be something to eat back him. Don't leave."

"Our moon worship magic is related to the moon god, so we are very powerful in the moonlight, but by dawn, whether it is your divine power or my own spell, it will return to the original level," Lyudmila looked up at the Bock next to him and said faintly, "And he There is no such opportunity..."

Everyone saw the situation at that time and did not complain about Lyudmila's behavior. They were all mercenaries under the task of protection. Naturally, they had to protect the lives of their customers, and Bock was not even a mercenary. He was just a servant belonging to Lyudmila, so if Bock died in battle, everyone would be a little uncomfortable. No one will hold an imptitute for him.

But at this time, the enemy had run away, but this little servant did not seem to live long, which made everyone feel a little uncomfortable. This night, both the Light God or themselves paid a lot of price...

With the passage of time, Lyudmila's blessing in her own condensation first failed. When the silvery eyes gradually became dim, he coughed violently a few times and became an ordinary old man. The moonlight blessing on the horned eagle and others gradually disappeared with the dawn. Fatigue and drowsiness made everyone The younger son has lost the desire to speak and is silently thinking about what's on his mind.

Boke, who had been standing next to everyone, fell to the ground when the first ray of white light appeared in the sky, and the silvery light on his body rapidly receded.

Lyudmila came to him and took Bock's hand and said softly, "Son, you can sleep for a while..."

"Master..." Bock regained his senses at this time. He didn't remember what happened later at all, but vaguely knew that everyone had encountered great danger.

Master Lyudmila looked at the panic and confusion in Bock's eyes and said with a smile, "Don't worry, child, you've done a good job... Now you sleep for a while and have a good rest, we have to continue to go..."

"Good..." Boke smiled and slowly closed his eyes under the persuasion of the master. The silver puppet can forcibly increase the human body function more than ten times in an instant, but the punishment is also extremely cruel, that is, the silver puppet will also die from overwork after the moon disappears!

Liudmila was not willing to use such a self-damaging magic, but at that time, in order to avoid the sudden appearance of the angel sword, he still turned Bock into a silver puppet...

After burning for a few hours, the black flame on the ghost finally faded. The horned eagle looked at the ghost from afar and did not dare to come over immediately. Liudmila said that the dark divine power would have some negative effects, and no one knew how the ghost would react at this time.

Although this black flame is horrible, it will not burn things like a real flame. After the black on the ghost disappears, he still closes his eyes and maintains the posture of resisting the angel sword with his back.

"Master, is he all right?" I don't know how many times the snail asked Lyudmila.

Ryudmila shook her head slightly and replied as before: "I don't know, but the appearance seems to be fine..."

The crisp sound of the joints, and the ghost's open hands slowly put down. He slowly turned his head. Although the appearance was still the ghost's appearance, when the purple eyes opened, everyone couldn't help trembling.

The purple eyes have become deeper, and the biggest change is that the smart eyes are a little more fierce. If the ghost who was with everyone yesterday is a cheerful little mercenary, the person in front of him is simply an old murderer, and the fierceness in his eyes has almost become flesh and blood. The villains are the same.

"How are you, ghost? Do you want to take a break?" The stinger took a few steps forward and asked tentatively.

"No!" Agui's eyes turned, took a few steps to pick up his wooden core from the ground, and then came over.

"What does this taste like?" The ghost sniffed.

"This is the smell of corpses. There are too few beasts in the flesh and bloodland, and many corpses are going to rot. This smell naturally doesn't smell good, but the sun will be fine after a while..." Stinger said while wrapping the scarf covering the wind and sand around the mouth and nose. People who walk through the flesh and blood land know that the morning here always carries a A faint smell of rottenness.

The ghost looked around. Everyone wrapped their mouth and noses with scarves and wrapped their heads tightly like wind and sand.

"Bah! It smells terrible!" Agui took a sip and took out the mask he had made from the wood crystal core. The effect was not as good as the scarf. Agui would rather smell the fishy smell similar to blood on the metal than take a few more mouthfuls of this faint smell.