Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 509 The Eldest Daughter
Lyle heaved a sigh of relief, but before he could finish a breath, his face was suddenly distorted, blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, mouth and nose, and the blood droplets sprayed into the air into mist, turning into a blurred cloud of blood.

Lyle's heart is at war between heaven and man. To be precise, the two personalities accuse each other of being bad.

"This can make him run away!!! No, don't you feel that you are invincible, the evil god of the future! Bad omen, you let Gallalon's soul escape!"

"He is resistant to corruption, he can withstand my pollution! It's just one miss, I'm another you, think clearly when you scold someone, don't be like a weak person who despises yourself. And I have already taken his life, His soul has also been severely injured, and his strength has weakened a lot."

Galalon entered the land of Lyle's soul, and lived in the same world as the Omen of Fear. In a long period of time beyond the concept of time, Omen continued to erode the soul of Anti-Christ with fear.But by mistake, Galalon escaped, and the remaining blood escaped from this land of fear.That long period of torture was converted into less than 30 seconds in the real world.

"You can kill me this time, and the blood of the Anti-Christ is not something I can fight against. It's a bad omen, you guy, you are really unreliable!"

Malicious silt covered the blood on Lyle's face, and the ominous omen watched the cloud of blood condensing with playful eyes.

"Then you are wrong. As a member of the Buhler family... I have already calculated everything." The tentacles propped up Lyle who was like a broken doll, and the twisting tentacles grew behind Lyle, like a lush forest The dense forest covered his back. "Galalon, with only his remnant soul left, is still powerful, but he is no longer untouchable."

"Lyle, I'm not trying to motivate you, don't be so emotional." The bad sign teased and poured cold water on Lyle.

Gallalon's blood has condensed into a human form, which is the same as before, except that his aura is a little weaker. This kind of weakness is compared to his previous aura. For Lyle, being hit by a meteorite or being hit by a car will kill him of.

"Lyle!!!!"

Galalon's roar made Lyle tremble all over, and it may also be because the tentacle wriggling interfered with the body's fixation.Lyall panicked. In Galalon's mind, he might have replaced Ralph's position.

"Die!"

Without talking nonsense, a blood spear flew towards Lyle's forehead, and Gallalon followed closely behind. The blood flying wings turned into a pair of huge sharp claws, as if to hold Lyle in the palm of his hand.

The tentacle moved Lyle's head, helping him dodge the spear to the limit, and the crazily long tentacle bit it like a big mouth. The tentacle was flexible enough, but not hard enough, and was torn into stumps by bloody hands.

Lyle couldn't move at all now, and he confronted the angry Galalon, the darkness in his eyes magnified again.

"Fear descends."

Gallalon's human form twisted a bit, a crack appeared on his upper body, split from the top of his head to his waist and abdomen, his broken spirit was no longer enough to maintain the human form, but the sharp claws of the bloody hand swung down fiercely.Gallalon has completely disregarded his own face, and he has completely concentrated his mental power on the idea of ​​killing Lyall. This kind of killing intent surpasses the mental shock of the ominous omen.

"I did everything I should do." The ominous voice echoed in Lyle's mind.

Seeing the scarlet blood gradually approaching, Lyle was a little helpless.

"So I'm going to give my last words now?"

"I didn't talk to you, Lyle." The omen controlled Lyle's pale lips, and the clear voice of the soul echoed in the space, like clear spring water.

"Galalon is strong, you can't handle it, but someone can."

"Am I right, crazy woman, my damned disgusting overseer."

A pale stone-like arm stretched out from behind the tentacles and rested on Lyall's head.

"I prefer to be called the Guardian by you, dear Omen."

A cool and warm touch was transmitted to the mind along that white arm, which was a kind of spiritual comfort that I had never felt before.

"Lyle, it's mine! Fallen soul, submit to your death!"

It was a woman's voice, arrogant and willful, which made people feel completely convinced.

Her voice is like poison to the soul, causing the consciousness to lose itself in its charm.

"Beatrice?" The familiar touch and the feeling of hugging made Lyle guess who this graceful body belonged to.However, the deeper feeling, intuition, told Lyle that inside her was another person, a person she was familiar with but unfamiliar.

"Close your eyes, Lyle."

Before the light burst, Lyall saw a picture.

It was a delicate and beautiful collarbone, a white dragon-like snake-like thing with glowing eyes, coiled around the woman's neck, spitting out snake letters.

She opened her eyes.

Lyle couldn't perceive what it was, a light, an unspeakable form of energy, a deadly psychic blast, or all three.All Lyle knew was that it was over.

About ten seconds after the light burst, Lyle could only feel a general idea, he didn't dare to feel the magic power around him, as if there was "poison" around him.

Until the feeling of touch is conveyed on my body, and I am hugged in the arms, the comfort of the soul is addictive, it is a kind of enjoyment that surpasses everything, like floating in the clouds warmed by the sun, or melting into the clear stream, Into the sea, sinking into a lightless silence.

This kind of comfort is unforgettable.

"I remember this feeling. A few months ago, I was hugged like this. In Naslan's Duke's Tomb, you were the one who carried me out."

There was a natural confidence in that soft voice, perhaps tinged with a little joy.

"I get it, I've always been able to impress people, but I'm still happy, Lyle, you remember that time."

Lyle's closed eyes did not open, but his head still followed the source of the sound and turned to that side.

"What should I call you, Medusa or Helena?"

"It's all right, little Lyle." Helena stroked the scar on Lyle's cheek, a feeling of numbness covered the pain. "Helena Naslan is my name after all, but Medusa can be used as a little secret between us, like a nickname."

Helena is not as dignified and dignified as in Naslan Castle at all. The eldest sister of Naslan gives people the same feeling as the lively Beatrice.I just don't know if it was influenced by Beatrice.

"No, this is what I am. I keep reserved at home because I can't do anything in the stone statue."

Lyle froze for a moment.

"That's right, my little boy, I can read minds. Helena Naslan is a master of soul science. I am good at reading other people's thoughts, not to mention your soul is as pure as a piece of paper." Helena felt a little regretful , her fingers slid across Lyall's cheeks, like the icy touch Medusa once brought. "If possible, I really want to seal the omen forever..."

"Roar!" A small protest sounded in the soul.

"You've been watching me..."

"Of course, you are the boy my sisters love, I love my family very much, I have to see if you are worth it..." Helena chuckled a few times and said half-jokingly, "Congratulations, little Lyle, you have successfully won the favor of the Naslan sisters."

The guess in Lyle's heart turned into certainty.

"Does that include you too..."

Helena's laughter flowed into Lyle's ears like honey, and before Lyle's consciousness sank into the sweetness, Helena answered.

"Of course, I am Naslan's eldest daughter."

"Eldest daughter means first."

"I'm always number one."

(End of this chapter)