Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 205 Dead or Alive
Cyril has never been so puzzled since he played the game [Road to Glory]. He doesn't remember any other props or methods in the game to open another attribute panel, and props like "the original heart of the world" come out At that time, the planning was scolded by the players bloody.

It's a pity that the game company has a posture of "Abukuma's 108 steel", and there is no sign of softening at all. The backhand is to hold a big event. All players on the server will share one billion Gentry online, and everyone can get a full share. [-] Gentry, everyone thought it was really "fragrant", and then they forgot about the original heart.

"If it has nothing to do with props, then I'm afraid it has something to do with my body itself..."

Cyril was contemplating, and he turned his attention to the beginning of his time travel:
The future "Adrien the Breaker" was awakened by the future "Caroline the Shadow of Twilight". In the original timeline, because Caroline's unexpected spiritualism was a natural reaction to stress, she couldn't help it. Control the rest of the zombies, only Adrian has uniqueness, protect Caroline and kill the rest of the zombies...

If my soul did not cross over to Cyril in this life, then the world line would still proceed as before.But this does not mean that Adrian's soul fire awakened by Caroline was extinguished because of her arrival...

And because the fire of the soul does not have an independent consciousness, his soul has successfully occupied the dominant nature, so the fire of the soul has become his appendage——

Therefore, his night vision should be the characteristics of the undead, and the unusually calm but fanatical competitive state that appeared recently is also the characteristic of the undead.

And those ignorant undead will ignore his existence, probably because of this characteristic.

Cyril suddenly figured out that the one-third of the experience that he worked so hard to cut off the monsters every time did not disappear, but was stolen by this second panel!It took away its own experience and is constantly growing, and it will be unlocked when enough experience is accumulated!

He couldn't help rubbing his temples. For a moment just now, he thought that the soul of the original owner had not completely dissipated, and was still in his body, and he was conflicted in his heart—the corpse awakened by the necromancer did not carry the soul. The original soul, but the undead elements that had to be accumulated from scratch, this nature was completely different from when the original owner's soul was still alive, he "occupied the magpie's nest".

"That is to say, this is reality, not a novel. How can there be such a strange thing."

Cyril comforted himself, and overall it was a good thing.He also doesn't have to worry about whether this soul fire will backfire on him after it grows up. After all, judging from various manifestations, these soul fires have already begun to spontaneously protect his soul space, and even the "Grey God" has been burnt unclearly— —

Poor Gray God, although he does have impressive abilities, he is like a dream caught by Yelu 386 when he went out to the grass, with no foundation and no level.In the past few years, He wanted to rely on Ambrose to mix some power of faith to develop slowly, but it seems that Ambrose only wanted to swallow Him and take Him as his own, so he was still weak like when he was born.

Even due to the distribution of part of the power to Ambrose, he is still weaker than when he was born.

If Ambrose really enshrined him to serve him these few years, then it must be Cyril who suffered this time—at least Cyril felt that it was obviously impossible to defeat him with his own soul fire alone. gray god.

It's just that Cyril doesn't know how long it will take to unlock the second panel based on his experience, whether it will be a blank panel like the original heart of the world, or a panel that already has a job.

As for whether he is a dead person or a living person now, it is obviously a living person, or the weight of a living person is higher than that of a dead person.After all, he had been healed by the Priest of the Origin, and even the Priest of the Origin could not detect his "undead" side, so one can imagine how weak the undead side is.

He felt that his body was slowly recovering, and he was gradually able to walk around, so he stood up and went to the window, looking out the window at Caroline who was earnestly learning to sing from the nun.The middle-aged nun obviously liked this cute little girl with beautiful eyebrows and eyes very much. Caroline would reward her with a few candies every time she sang a verse correctly.

In the end, Caroline was holding a handful of candy in her hand and her mouth was stuffed like a hoarding squirrel.

This made Cyril couldn't help laughing, but the laughter was immediately caught by Caroline's sharp ears.The little girl turned around, and when she saw Cyril at the window, she jumped up in surprise, and even threw aside the candy in her hand.She didn't leave the door, and went straight to the window, grabbed the stone sill and the window sill, and climbed up the window sill that was higher than her head, and then rolled into Cyril's arms.

"Heavy, heavy, heavy."

Cyril smiled and put Caroline down, but the strength of his arm had not fully recovered, and this hug almost made him fall to the ground.

He sat back on the bed and handed the fruit left by Mia to Caroline.Caroline sat on a chair and gnawed on the glowing red fruit, looking at Cyril, with a smile on her face one second, and tears falling down the next second.

"What, what's wrong?"

He never expected that Caroline would suddenly start crying, but he saw Caroline hastily wiped her tears with her small hands, and her voice became soft:

"I watched Cyril fighting monsters there, but I couldn't help at all, huh..."

"Ah, that's because you're still young, Caroline. After eight years, you'll be much better than me." Cyril couldn't help laughing. This sentence wasn't bragging at all. Eight years later it was The time when Twilight Shadow was born, and at that time in the game, he hadn't reached level [-], and he was still working hard to get the title.

But after hearing this, Caroline cried even more fiercely: "But Cyril is only one year older than me."

Cyril looked up at the sky.

Sometimes people always subconsciously forget something, just like when facing this young version of Caroline, he always forgets that his body is actually only 15 years old.

He talked nonsense, especially exaggerating the role of Caroline's undead puppy, which made the little girl laugh out loud.

After appeasing Caroline, Cyril turned to find the room where Nerola was resting. He knocked on the door lightly, but the door was not closed, so he pushed the door open, and then saw Nerola in a white nightgown standing by the window By the side, his hair was raised in a daze.

He looked up and found Nirola looking at the painting on the window.That painting was also a portrait of Danya, and the simple colors and lines were intertwined with a strange beauty, which made Nirola forget to blink her eyes.

"Nirola?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Nerola came back to her senses, turned her head to look at Cyril, stood there in a daze, opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Cyril knew that what he was facing was a "child" who had just lost his "father" and his homeland, and a part of the gray god lived in the hourglass on his chest at this moment. Her body was that of an ordinary little girl.

He remembered that he had not formally introduced himself to Nirola, so he said softly: "Cyril Adrian, this is my name. I am very sorry for what happened in Langjin Town, but it is not good for you It should be a good thing…”

He was rambling on, but Nirola's expression didn't change in any way, and there was no sign of speaking.He simply changed the subject and began to introduce the city they were in, Karankin.

"This is the capital of the province of Derek. I don't think you have been here before. When your body is fully recovered, I can take you out for shopping. I think you will be very happy to meet Caroline. She... Although A little younger than you, but just as naive as you..."

Nirola listened quietly to Cyril's words, and there was no fluctuation in her black eyes. She turned her head and said softly until her mouth was a little dry when what Cyril said:
"Mr Adrian."

"Huh?" Cyril put down the water glass, wondering.

And the girl turned to look at the sunlight that leaked into the room through the window, she squinted slightly, and her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

"Excuse me, am I now a bird in a cage, or a yellow warbler?"

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