Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 530 Soul Core, Unseal Panel
The broken soul core obtained initially is completely different from the second and third pieces in terms of nature.

The latter two belonged to the soldiers who died in battle. Just from the description of the riddleman, one can feel a kind of fearless heroism.

If the affixes are extracted from the copy, the second and third pieces are undoubtedly common and belong to the same nature.

But the first one is from the soul core of Gerstaff. According to the background of this soul core, it should contain emotions like "regret" and "sadness"——

The soul core is a special promotion item of the undead system from the current point of view.The power attributes of the Necromancer family are often inseparable from darkness, curses, etc., which is inherited from the main god of their belief, the god of death "Tris" - the dry one that Cyril met in the small town church at first. , The old man who possesses part of Sandro's soul, pronounced Tris's name when he slipped his mouth.

Of course, this is not to say that the majestic main gods only play with these low-level things, but that as the gods turned into stars and went away, the power of the gods who succeeded them, and then the necromantic creatures that succeeded the gods, gradually declined. , the strength attribute that can adapt also becomes thinner.

Some players have speculated that the main power of Reaper may be inseparable from "time", and no matter in any work, time and space are the top elements——

It's just that today's undead probably can't touch that field.

The power attributes of the second and third soul cores, in a sense, do not match the power attributes that the undead specialize in a broad sense.The nature of the first block is more suitable.

Thinking of the pictures in the first two soul cores, Cyril was wary of the huge negative emotions that the first soul core might bring—

His consciousness gradually sank into it, and after a short period of darkness, his eyes suddenly brightened——

"Shusha, shashasha—"

He opened his eyes.

The sound of insects babbled in my ears, and when I turned my head slightly, I could see a red-striped cricket lying on its stomach with its thin wings trembling slightly on the tip of the grass.

Only a small part of the bright sunlight was blocked by the branches. This was obviously a clearing in the forest. The dazzling sunlight made him squint when he turned his head again.

Sure enough, the consciousness came to the home of the elves, the forest.

He sat up quickly, but just when he lifted his body halfway, he felt a pull at the back of his head—half of his long hair was pressed under his body, and it was pulled naturally with his movements.

Wait, such long hair...

His expression gradually became weird.

Perhaps from this moment on, we have to use "she" to address——

However, Cyril quickly accepted the identity setting of this conscious investment, anyway, it was only a short-term identity experience. Just change clothes in the equipment slot.

She sat up.

This time the scene in the stone tablet is more detailed and realistic than the previous two times.She estimated that this was because the power level of the source "Garjastaff" itself was much higher than that of the Silver Blade Knight and the Bright Wing Infantry.

After all, Gerstav is a well-known figure among the elves.

She was hesitating about how to take the next step, but she heard the sound of water coming from ahead, as if someone had jumped out of the water.Immediately afterwards, the bushes in front of him were pushed aside.

What was exposed before her eyes was a naked, beautiful elf body.

Her fair skin is like a white stone under the moonlight, water drops slip from the undried long dark green hair that hangs down on her plump chest, along her graceful curves, and flow over her tight waist without fat and thighs.She moved her long legs, and the surrounding grass blades were greedy on her skin, and she bent down and gently brushed them off.

Cyril wanted to look away, but those crystal blue, sky-like eyes caught her gaze so firmly that she couldn't even turn her head.

Cyril had seen her, in the Koro Forest, in the form of "Gargarstaff" in the form of Gerstav's vase.

But at that time, she was not so amazing, but at this moment, she was as beautiful as if she was far away from the world——

"You're here." The mature voice was extremely seductive, as if gently stirring the most itchy places in people's hearts.

Cyril nodded calmly: "I'm here."

"You shouldn't have come." Gerstav sighed softly, seemingly extremely regretful.

"But I'm still here." "Cyril" continued.

She secretly guessed the meaning of the other party's words, and was on guard against suddenly pulling out a sword and stabbing herself.

But Ge Jiastaf did not show any threat, but continued to speak softly: "Although you are His Highness in my heart, the candidate for the Supreme King has not been determined after all, and you are a little bit..."

High King?
Doubts gradually arose in "Cyril" - at the previous Mufeng Festival, the White Pine Clan colluded with Ao Shengemma, trying to achieve reintegration among the elves through Ao Shengemma, and establish a kingdom of elves, but that was the most recent matter.

So at the beginning of the era, the elves had already considered integrating the elf kingdom?
While she was thinking, Gerstaff had already walked to her side and squatted down slowly.

"Cyril" tried his best to control his emotions, and asked vaguely according to the way of thinking when he dealt with the vase before, "Are these... all necessary?"

"Yes, Your Highness." Gerstaff knelt on the dry and warm haystack with her knees on the ground, and then leaned forward like a stretching cat, her arms stretched out straight, her long dark green hair was like velvet It was covered on her back like a quilt, and her arched buttocks showed a beautiful arc.

Then she simply got down on the ground completely, lying on Cyril's side, her calves were raised backwards, and she didn't stop talking.

"If you want to expel the Black Forest, you must pay a price."

"Even... the green trees beside us will wither because of this?" "Cyril" had already figured out the logic, and she asked tentatively.

And Gerstav beside her turned her head sideways, staring at her with beautiful crystal blue eyes, then she turned sideways, propped her head up with one hand, took "Cyril"'s hand with the other, and put it in front of her mouth gently. A light kiss.

"Even if the green trees will wither and the green hills will be barren because of this, as long as I can gain a greater future, I am willing to bear this crime. All this is for the great revival of the elves."

She closed her eyes, as if falling asleep, and murmured:
"Nora, please allow your people to go astray."

Her breathing gradually calmed down, and she finally fell into a deep sleep while maintaining the hand-holding position.The sun shone on her pure white body, steamed the water droplets, and then coated it with a layer of holy gold.

Let people not afford the slightest blasphemous emotion.

Cyril was silent, and all the logic had been sorted out in his mind.

What Gerstaff wants to do is to extract the life force of the forest, so as to revive the Moonspring, and eliminate the Black Forest forever.

When he was in the Keluo Forest, he thought that Gerstav was going astray and experimented without knowing the damage this unrealistic concept might cause to the forest.

But the scene reproduced from the stone tablet was completely different from what he knew.

She knew from the beginning that this action would wither the forest and barren the green hills, but she chose to do so anyway.

This even prompted the elves to reunite, and with the authorization of the High King, she was able to have more control over the forest.

If, if it wasn't for the fact that her method was not enough to revive Moon Spring, perhaps she would really go on so obsessively.

"It seals a sad soul, it lives here forever, it cannot sleep forever.

She sang in the woods, the song of the elves.She shed tears in the forest, it was the tears of the forest. "

At this moment, Cyril understood the true meaning of the copywriting of this stone tablet: it was not mourning because of regretting his actions, and the emotion was definitely not regret or sadness.

It was because of his unwillingness to achieve his goal, and regret for his lack of strength.

Cyril's consciousness gradually detached from that body, and he rose higher and higher, under the golden sun, overlooking the two snuggling together.

Perhaps the daughter of the Elf of the High King and the executor of the ritual, Gorgistaf.

Sight recovered from the brief darkness, and Cyril returned to the tavern room.

He lowered his head and saw that the three stone tablets in his hand had merged into one at some point.The palm-sized stone tablet exudes gentle warmth. It is still white jade-like in color, but reveals a holy atmosphere.

"[Soul Core]: A complete soul core, it is said that the soul listener can hear its story.

It is not the same as the general soul core, its power is contrary to that of the undead. "

Cyril held the complete soul core, and then opened the attribute panel, thinking about it.

"(Panel [-]: The level is satisfied, the "soul core" can be opened)
[Soul Core] (1/1)

[Warning: The attributes of the soul core will determine the unsealed panel, please carefully decide whether to use the soul core to unseal. 】”

This warning makes people mutter in their hearts, if there is no such sentence after the description of the soul core, then he has already used it to open it at this moment.

But there is a sentence written on it, "It is not the same as the general soul core, and its power is contrary to that of the undead."

What will happen if you use the soul core that is contrary to the undead to open the panel that belongs to the undead?
Could this still generate a suitable career?Shouldn't the panel be blown up directly?

But then he realized another problem: Although he has some characteristics of the undead, such as night vision ability, and the unique state of calm and excitement in the state of burning soul...

But I am not an undead in essence.

He has flesh and blood, his blood circulation is no different from that of the living, he has a heartbeat and a complete soul, and his consciousness is sound——

Therefore, he should be regarded as a living being.

Under this premise, the conflict between strength and undead became a good thing-because it would be more suitable for him.

Without more hesitation, hesitation will defeat you.

Besides, the second panel was something unexpected, and the second panel he was counting on was the panel brought by the "original heart of the world".

If he succeeds, he earns, but if he fails, he loses something that does not belong to him.

Thinking of this, Cyril was completely relieved. Without the slightest hesitation, he pinched the soul core with both hands and pressed it against his chest.

Gentle warmth permeated his body, and his strong heartbeat seemed to resonate with the stone tablet.

In front of the retina, lines of subtitles quickly flew across the blue screen——

"Do you want to unseal the second panel?"

"Yes."

"Detect the soul core."

"Soul core (1/1), the conditions are met."

"The second panel will be opened soon."

"Three, two, one."

Cyril trembled all over, as if an electric current flowed through his body.He was in a trance, feeling as if he was flying, crossing the high mountains, crossing the forest lake, at the bottom of the icy long river, he saw a gray, upright body in heavy armor, the long plastic in his hand was straight to the sky, murderous Wanton.

And in front of all these standing bodies, there is a high platform, on which is a huge stone gate nearly ten meters high, with complicated patterns engraved on the stone gate, shining like breathing.

In front of the stone gate, a body was half-kneeling. It lowered its head and supported its knees with one hand, motionless.

Then his consciousness was like a bird returning to its nest, throwing towards that body——

The gray color was fading, and he stood up slowly, holding the flag beside him with one hand.

A gust of wind picked up.

The big flag fluttered and danced in the wind. There were no redundant patterns on the flag, only an ancient, distorted text pattern, which looked ferocious and mighty in the wind.

He stretched out his hand forward, and the tall gray body in front of him trembled, and then turned into a piece of fly ash, blown away by the wind and swept away by the water.

In the blink of an eye, there was nothing in front of him.

Cyril opened his eyes, gasping for breath, severe pain came from his whole body, as if his own bones were poking and gouging, punching and kicking himself——

Every muscle was trembling, and the pain made it almost impossible for him to breathe.He fell to the ground and tore off the clothes on his body vigorously. The area on his chest, the size of a stone tablet, was shining with white light.

He writhed silently, gradually becoming numb to the wave-like pain, until he lost consciousness, until his vision was completely dark, and he fell into a coma.

Snow was still falling outside the window, and the firewood in the fireplace was crackling and jumping, making the only sound in the room.

Until a sudden "creaking" sound sounded.

The white-haired girl pushed open the door and walked into the room with bare feet. Her scarlet eyes reminded one of a beast hunting in the dark.

She squatted in front of the unconscious half-elf lying on the ground, whose body was still twitching, stretched out her fingers, poked and poked, scratched and scratched his chest, and then let out a sneer.

"The soul core is right, but do you think that this has that authority? It's really beyond our control."

She drew circles with her fingertips on the half-elf's chest, then took a deep breath and turned her head, laying her cheek on his chest, listening to the powerful heartbeat.

"You want me to help him? What's the benefit?"

"Allow me to come out once?"

"One time is enough, at least three times."

"Of course, there would be no me without you, how could I lie to you?"

"Then, the deal is done—"

Her ruddy tongue licked her lips, and a black and white skeleton flashed across her hand.

"Manschl Knoken, Sel."

"Lost souls roam the sea of ​​time, seeking the ancient light."

She clapped her hands lightly and yawned sleepily.

"Going back, I don't know how long I will sleep this time..."

"It's cheaper for you."

"Don't tell me about roasted rabbits, it's annoying."

And that piece of skeleton disappeared at some unknown time.

　The next chapter will be a career!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)