Chapter 202 Soul Eater's Magic Device

The armguard extends from the wrist to the elbow, wrapping the small arms of the color warrior tightly, and the fit seems to be specially customized. The whole pair of arm guards are dark gold, and there are countless complex rune patterns on it, and there is faint light flowing in it.

The most striking thing is that there is a lifelike beast's head inlaid on the top of the armguard. The lion's mane and tiger's head, leopard's eyes, sword teeth are ferocious and fierce, and a pair of red beasts transmit bleeding light, which makes people feel mysterious.

I don't know why, Leon felt that there was extremely terrible power in the arm guards, which made his soul tremble.

This is undoubtedly the ancient sacred weapon of the Banga tribe, which they were able to compete with the powerful weapons of a human mercenary regiment.

"Please answer!"

The color warrior found that Leon only stared at his arm and did not answer. His face became ugly, and he asked again in an aggravated tone.

The soldiers behind him lifted the bows and arrows back. As long as Leon was wrong, it must be a stormy attack.

Leon suddenly woke up and quickly took out a small scroll from his belt and threw it to the other party.

The color warrior grabbed it with one hand, looked at Leon suspiciously, and carefully opened the scroll.

This scroll is actually a letter, specially written by Gongge for Leon. It is full of text symbols of the color clan, which must be mixed with some secret words and so on. Anyway, after a few glances, the famous lustful warrior's look calmed down.

He put away the scroll and put down his tomahawk. He pressed his heart with his right hand and saluted to Leon, "Sir, please forgive our rudeness just now. Thank you for coming here to rescue us from the distant barbarian fortress."

"We have been waiting for you here for a long time!"

The sex warriors behind also put down their weapons at the same time, and their faces showed excitement, which was the joy of receiving assistance in a desperate situation.

"My name is Leon. Take me to meet your chief first and discuss the plan to break through!" Leon replied, "Our people are still outside. There are not many of them. Without your cooperation, we will definitely not be able to deal with the enemy."

" OK, please follow me!" The lustful warrior made an invitation gesture.

In the innermost part of the monastery hall is a closed door. After pushing open the heavy stone door, a tunnel leading to the ground was immediately revealed, and two semen soldiers were guarding below.

They all carry something like fire in their hands, and the light of the flame is enough to illuminate the long underground passage.

Leon followed the Semu warriors down the stone steps. The other Semu warriors did not follow but continued to guard the door. Obviously, they resisted the human mercenaries by guarding the door, and the hall was the battlefield.

Walking down dozens of steps, the front suddenly opened up, and a hundred feet square underground space suddenly appeared in front of Leon's eyes.

This should have been the place of worship in the ancient civilization monastery. The gray altar in the middle is more than one person high, and the heavy reliefs on the surface are amazing.

And on the surrounding walls, there are more exquisite sculptures, and there is a round lamppost at every other distance, and the burning flame at the top illuminates the whole underground space as bright as day.

Hundreds of lustful people sit around the altar, or fall to the ground or fall to the ground. Most of them are young people and children, but they all look withered and confused, and some of them look even dying.

The air in the secret room space was very turbid and smelly. The smell of blood and rotten smell were intertwined and disgusting. Leon noticed that some people were wrapped in bloody linen, and several children leaned against their mother's arms and moaned feebly.

During the period of besieged by human mercenary regiments, the situation of the Banga tribe was undoubtedly extremely difficult.

The color warrior took Leon to the altar. A thin old man in gray hemp was sitting cross-legged on the blanket with his eyes closed. If it hadn't been for the ups and downs of his chest and breathing, it would have been mistaken for a dead corpse.

"Chief, our reinforcements have arrived. This is Lord Leon, a Bemon warrior from the barbarian fortress!" The sex warrior said excitedly, "He brought back Lord Gongo's letter. I'm sure there is no problem!"

Chief Semu is the supreme leader of the tribe. He is not the strongest warrior in the tribe, but a wizard-like existence. Although he does not have the same ability as a wizard, he has the ability to inherit knowledge, treat injuries and diseases, and guide the people to avoid evil.

Among the Semu tribes, the chiefs are the most respected elders.

The old man sitting on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, and a faint light flashed in his brown eyes. He looked at Leon in surprise, with a faint smile on his face.

"Thank you, the Bemon warrior from afar. I'm Mohan, the chief of the Banga tribe." His voice was low and hoarse, but the lingua franca was much more skillful than that of the Semu warrior: "We have been waiting for your arrival. Please, it turns out that I can't get up and express my welcome. Please sit down!"

At this time, Leon noticed that his legs were all broken under his ankles and he lost the ability to walk and stand.

Leon nodded and sat down in front of the other party.

The chief of the Banga tribe was quite weak, but he insisted on straightening up, carefully read Gongge's handwritten scrolls, and asked Leon a few more questions to confirm that Leon's appearance was not a trick of the human mercenary corps.

Reon was not unhappy at all about his care.

Through the conversation with Mohan, Leon learned that the Banga tribe had been trapped here for more than a week. At the beginning, they were attacked by human mercenaries and forced to retreat into the monastery. They relied entirely on the sacrifices of the tribal soldiers and the special environment of the monastery to resist the other party's offensive.

But until today, the Banga tribe has almost reached the point of exhaustion. Less than 400 people suffered more than 40 casualties. Most of the food supplies of the tribe were discarded when they retreated. Up to now, only the soldiers guarding the door can get a little food, and the others are starving.

What's more troublesome is that they drank all their last sip of water two days ago. If hunger is tolerable, then thirst will kill people.

Leon's eyes in can't help falling on a lustful woman next to her. She looked down at her child helplessly. The little boy, who was only a few years old, grasped his mother's clothes tightly with his hands, and his dry lips moved silently, and he couldn't even say what he was longing for.

Even a person with a hard heart will be moved when he sees such a scene, and Leon feels that a place in his heart has been touched.

Reaching out into the backpack, Leon took out the water bag and dry food and gave it to the Semu warrior: "Give it to the children!"

He didn't put these in his backpack, but Leon has a space ring, so it's very convenient to access something.

The color warrior silently took the water bag and food and began to distribute it to the weak children. Everyone took a sip to quench their thirst.

"Chief Mohan, I don't know if Mr. Gongo has told you our plan..." Leon said to Mohan, "The number of people in our team is very different from that of the enemy, and we can only rely on surprise to win."

"Gongo told me in the letter..." Mohan nodded, but there was a trace of embarrassment on his face: "But I'm afraid there is a problem here."

"What's the problem?" Leon is a little unhappy.

At this time, do you still have to hold this ancient sacred artifact and not let go? You know, Gongo promised to use it as a reward for the divine blade.

If not, why did the Holy Blade team take such a big risk to rescue the Banga tribe?

"Please don't get me wrong..." Mohan smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Leon, it's not that I don't want to give up this pair of soul-eating arms, but that the price of using it is too high!"

Soul-eating arm! Leon heard the name of this ancient artifact for the first time, but the meaning of Mohan's words was to make him surprised: "The price? What kind of price?"

Mohan raised his hand and pointed to the sex warrior who was distributing dry food and said, "Do you know? He will lose his life before dawn at the latest, which is the price of wearing a soul-eating arm!"

"It turns out that only the chief of the tribe knows this secret, and Gongo doesn't know it either. If it weren't for the most dangerous moment, I would never take it out for the soldiers to use."

There is an incomparable desolation and guilt in the voice of the chief of the Benga tribe.

It turns out that this pair of soul-eating arms is a special magic weapon. Ordinary people can get powerful power after wearing it, but this power is at the cost of sacrificing souls and blood.

Once the user's soul power and blood are exhausted, the arm guard will automatically fall off, and the user's whole body will dry up and die.

In the seven or eight days of holding on here, a total of ten of the bravest tribal warriors gave their lives, and on average, one person wore an arm guard for less than a day.

Magic weapon! It was the first time that Leon heard of such an evil equipment. He couldn't help taking a cold breath and understood why Mohan was embarrassed.

"Mr. Leon, you are a strong man with power. You may be able to hold on longer than our soldiers, but..."

"I see!" Leon interrupted Mohan's words, and a helpless wry smile came out of the corners of his lips: "If I want to use it, I may risk my own life!"

"So I can't use it for a while and wait until I kill all the enemies outside before taking them off?" He asked with the last glimmer of hope.

Mohan's answer was directly poured a basin of ice water: "It can't be taken off, at least our soldiers can't, unless they cut off their arms."

Shit! Leon's heart was half cold. This time, he really bound himself and was harmed by that hateful lustful man.

If I had known that this so-called ancient sacred artifact was so evil, I'm afraid Odniz would not consider it at all, but now it's too late to say anything.

Leon doesn't think he can sneak out safely, and the Holy Blade team is still waiting for him to take action!

(to be continued)