Quadruple split.

Chapter 1020 The boy who survives the disaster

Tom Lestrange, The Boy Who Lived—

Well, even though this man is already an adult, given his slightly distorted and innocent personality... Simply put, he didn't graduate from the second year of secondary school, so it's not a big problem to say that he is a boy.

As for the so-called "surviving a catastrophe", it is a real one that has no moisture at all. You must know that when he was entertaining in Sumer not long ago, he had to eat a whole three crimes, and the final one The move [Crime Law Order: The Miracle of Poorly Reproduced: Dark Apocalypse] Its strength is many times higher than that of Yuchen's authentic Dark Goddess, and it almost wiped out the moment it fell down'Tom Lai Strange' the existence of this man.

If he hadn't used some kind of forbidden black magic to divide his soul into three parts a few years ago, and one of them was just attached to the sleeve of the head of the Northeast Diocese, that is, Archbishop Aiden. The pet that was used to prevent accidents, I am afraid that the real 'death' has already ushered in the moment that black beam of light crashed down.

From this point of view, he was actually saved by his father. After all, before rushing to the main battlefield alone, Lucius specifically told Tom that if things go wrong, at least Tom himself and Archbishop Eden must be guaranteed. Because of this, Tom quietly attached the boa constrictor 'Raney' that he usually kept in his cuff to Eden, so that one-third of his soul escaped.

But after all, only one-third of the existence of 'Tom Lestrange' survived, although for one reason or another, the man Tom didn't even want to think of his name did not complete the final One blow is what we know when we observe from the perspective of God [The Law of Sin · The Tombstone of Farewell to the World], but this feeling of being forcibly torn apart by the soul and personally experiencing death is already extremely painful, especially for For a genius like Tom who has almost never encountered ups and downs and setbacks, the psychological torment even surpassed the physical pain.

The shame suffered that day must be repaid——

Tom, who was lucky enough to survive, roared in front of Eden, Moon Shadow, Lucius, and Lamorlock countless times, but only he knew that if the damned 'Priest of Black Fan' of the Holy Church United stood in front of him again , if you look at yourself with those abyss-like eyes...

"You are scared~"

Lamoloch folded his legs, looked at the black cloth bag opposite him with a half-smile while resting his chin, and said the most vicious words in the most gentle and soft tone: "Although every day he clamored for revenge and hysterically said what to let That desperate man paid the price, but if the same situation happened again, your first reaction would probably be to run away with your tail between your legs, right? You can’t face that person, even if you regain your strength one day in the future, even if You get stronger, and you still can't escape the shadow of that day."

The killing intent that had gradually calmed down suddenly became boiling, and Tom Lestrange's voice in the black bag was full of depression and madness: "Lamorocco...you don't really think that I dare not talk to you Let's fight to the death..."

"Of course you dare. After all, compared to the virtue of life that is worse than death, and the humiliation of being dominated by fear when you are alone every day, death is a relief for you."

Lamoloch shrugged, grinned and said, "As for me, I don't really mind dying once or twice. After all, you know, I'm an outsider. Even if this body is destroyed, it's just a change of body." It's just a place to live again, but..."

There was a rare smile in Tom's voice: "Heh... I knew you would say 'but', well, let me hear now, what reason are you going to use to persuade me not to do it."

"You seem to have some serious misunderstandings about me, Brother Tom."

Lamoloch sighed helplessly, raised his eyebrows and said, "Actually, the content following that 'but' is—I don't think you have the courage to die with me, after all, you are just a cowardly, naive little boy. It's just a brat."

Speaking of this, Lamoloch suddenly leaned over and stretched his right hand into the black cloth bag, and grabbed a small dark green snake about ten centimeters long from it, staring at the latter's scarlet eyes and smiling. smile.

This is the possession body currently hosting one-third of Tom Lestrange's soul, a monster that looks like a small snake in appearance, but is too intelligent to be a snake.

It was originally a scourge near the ancestral home of Lestrange, but it was adopted by Tom as a pet many years ago because of his character of being neither afraid of life nor death, and when Tom broke through to the epic level, he officially began to deeply interpret the black After magic, he became the first subject of his soul splitting technique.

At this moment, after Tom's soul residing in the main body and the wand were completely dissipated in the dark apocalypse, and the part of Tom's soul in the snake named 'Lanny' also took the dominant position, and With the help of the Whispering Sect for the purpose of reducing consumption, etc., it became a mini snake.

But even though he is just a snake now, Tom is considered a monster-level genius after all, and naturally he can't be manipulated casually. Under his transformation during this period, the physique of 'Lanny' has doubled several times. From a player's point of view, its strength, physique, and dexterity are basically comparable to half-step epics, and it also possesses many powers that are quite strange in the eyes of ordinary people.

For example...

Boom!

The moment Lamolock grabbed him, a ghastly green light shot out from Tom's mouth, and struck straight at the former's face.

A killing curse!

A killing curse that, as long as it is hit head-on, anyone whose strength level is below the half-step legend is absolutely impossible to escape!
"Thank you for the candy~"

Lamoloch said this with a smile, and then was hit on the head by a melon-flavored lollipop wrapped in green plastic paper.

And an instant ago, that lollipop was still a killing curse that could easily take his life.

"You are too proud, little brother Tom. Although you do have the capital to be proud, the world is not as sweet as you imagined."

Lamoloch picked up the lollipop that fell on his lap, and smiled while peeling off the candy wrapper slowly: "And when your proud shell is peeled off, except for hysteria, only your Too immature to even be called the essence of 'personality'."

Tom didn't speak, and didn't attack again, but just stared at Lamerlock with his scarlet snake eyes.

"Look, even you can calm down if you want."

Lamoloch lightly poked Lani's snake head that held Tom's soul, and said with a light smile: "Seriously, Brother Tom, you need someone like me, someone who will not accommodate you at all, and who can ruthlessly pierce you To all the pretense and whitewashing friends, believe me, once you accept this reality, you will feel a lot easier in no time."

Tom is not a fool. He is very clear that although the man in front of him has astonishing malice towards everything including himself, this malice does not mean hostility. As for what Lameloch said just now...

Although there was something in his heart that he didn't want to admit, Tom knew it, and it was true.

My pride and my modesty were trampled to nothing in front of this man, and his vicious words failed to leave a fig leaf for me at all, but even so, Tom still couldn't deny that in Lamorocco In the ridicule, ridicule and ridicule like a sharp sword, the shadow in my heart seemed to have been diluted a lot.

Maybe it's not a bad thing to have someone who understands you better than yourself, even if it's an annoying guy, but knowing that you don't have to bear the 'truth' alone is not a bad thing.

The fly in the ointment is that this kind of thing that could have been tacitly stated was still bluntly said by Lamerlock.

It's really embarrassing...

Finally, after a long silence, Tom broke the silence coldly: "I don't know that guy named Black Van, if you want to hear how he got me into this situation... I I don't want to say it a second time."

"Don't worry, although I am indeed interested, what I really care about is not those trifles."

Lamoloch shook his head calmly, and said with a smile: "After all, there are too many strong men in this world who can raise their hands and kill you. , Being able to take advantage of the situation when the advantage is not too big and the hand is extremely limited, and completely defeat the strategic attainments of your Northeast Parish."

Twisted away from Lamelock's fingers, Tom, who was curled up on the black cloth bag, snorted coldly, and said lightly: "You should ask Lucius about this kind of thing, I am completely incapable of strategy and command. I’m a layman, and I haven’t paid much attention to the situation at that time, so I don’t remember much.”

"Your father, Lord Lucius Lestrange, is indeed a rare smart man. Unlike Archbishop Eden, he has a very clear mind, and he also has enough courage and reason. He is a rare talent."

Lamoloch nodded slightly, and said approvingly: "If you change your opponent, even those famous generals that people are familiar with, it would be difficult to get a bargain from Lucius in the situation at that time. After all, considering Su Mir and St. Religious unity is not a single-minded factor, and Lucius, who has absolute control over the army under his command, is fully capable of gradually eating away at that holy mountain."

Tom let out a complicated sneer: "But he lost, and he lost completely."

"It's normal, because the enemy Lucius faced, that is, the Priest Black Fan who almost killed you, is a commander at my level."

Lamoloch pushed his monocle, and a playful smile flashed across his eyes: "Of course, he is still very immature now, and he seems very naive in many aspects, and he probably used some tricks in the battle of Sumir It's a small trick, but there is an absolute gap in rank after all, so even if Lucius is an excellent commander, as long as he can't perform at a super level throughout the whole process, it will be difficult not to be led by the black priest. "

Tom was silent and didn't speak, and didn't foolishly ask Ramoloch if Lucius had performed super-level. After all, as one of the few survivors of the Whispering Sect in that battle, he knew very well that from a certain stage, His father has been led away by the nose.

"It's a pity that I can't ask your father directly about the situation."

Lamoloch shrugged regretfully, and said softly: "He is too thoughtful, and he will probably regard my visit as some kind of 'hint', and then associate it with the intention of the Southwest Diocese and the prospect of the Northeast Diocese, of course And the attitude of my god-favored person, and then I think too much under the interference of these messy thoughts, so that I do something superfluous."

Tom chuckled: "I have to agree with you on this point, my father is indeed such a terrible person."

"Perhaps, anyway, you just need to know that it's not convenient for me to find him to understand the situation."

Lamoloch made a grimace, stretched out his index finger and gently scratched the jaw of the little snake Lani possessed by Tom: "So I can only ask you, the details don't matter, after all, I have read the specific battle report a long time ago." All you have to do is tell me what you saw and heard."

Tom raised his head in disgust, and snorted, "Well, if you insist..."

"I insist~"

Lamoloch nodded vigorously immediately, and grinned: "Very, very persistent."

……

ten minutes later
"I see."

A moment after Tom fell silent again, Lameloch finally got out of the dozing state, and after a few seconds of meditation, he said lightly: "Sure enough, someone from Sumir got in among you."

Tom tensed his body subconsciously, then turned back after a few seconds, and said lazily: "Oh, so what?"

"It doesn't matter. Even if no one gets involved, the ending of the Northeast Diocese may not be changed."

Lamoloch carelessly brushed away a lock of long hair on his forehead, then closed his eyes again, leaned on the back of the chair and asked briskly: "Then, my dear Tom, while I'm still free, Let's talk about your 'resurrection plan' carefully, let's not mention whether you will take revenge or not, if possible, I still hope that you can recover your strength as soon as possible."

"Hehe, aren't you afraid that I'll kill you as soon as I regain my body?"

"No, no, actually, I think I just need a more reliable bodyguard."

"You... are really not afraid of death."

"Compared to you, indeed~"

Chapter [-]: The End

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