Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 765 Gao Jie's Soul and the Body of a Heroic Soul
"That's it, that's how it is..."

Vincent Christian sat on a broken building block, with his arms on his knees and a relieved smile on his face:
"So Mia has grown to this level... Thank you so much, young man."

Cyril told Vincent Christian about Ms. Mage's experience in the past two years, and then he looked very awkward with his inexplicably kind eyes, and could only say embarrassingly: "This is Mia The result of the young lady's own hard work."

"Work hard... let her do it by herself, I'm afraid she won't be able to touch the professional level threshold in another ten years." Wen Sen narrowed his eyes slightly, "She is easily confused, if no one leads her in front, she will definitely The more you walk, the more depressed you become, and finally become an ordinary mage."

But Cyril shook his head: "Miss Mia is a very strong woman I have ever seen. She can go to northern Xinjiang to study alone, and she can support the overall situation on the battlefield. These are not things that people who are easily confused can do. "

Instead, Vincent laughed out loud:

"Young man, do you think I know less about my daughter than you do? She has indeed done many remarkable things, but the key point is that she has found a bright star."

He stood up and patted Cyril's shoulder vigorously, "Although I'm a little embarrassed, I still want to say thank you."

"This..." Cyril was a little embarrassed by Vincent's unpretentious venting of emotions, so he could only forcefully change the subject: "You...why don't you just go to see her by yourself? If she knows that you are still alive , will be very happy."

"Go to see her? I'm still alive? Hahaha——" Vincent looked up and laughed, "Young man, have you forgotten what I said before?"

"Those of us who have ascended to the city of Hormel have already bound our souls to this city. This has nothing to do with being 'alive'. In essence, we are just a group of wandering ghosts."

"We can't leave the city of Hormel, and the day when the city of Hormel really falls and can't rise again is the day when we dissipate."

"But aren't you guys all right?" Cyril's eyes widened, "I'm going to Fort Mandelkers now and bring Mia here, it only takes a short time—"

"It's useless." Vincent smiled and shook his head, "Didn't you realize that we are at the end of our battle."

He pointed to himself, and then to Yekov who was sitting on the ground and hadn't made a sound for a long time.

Only now did Cyril notice that the magical aura on these two people had become weaker and weaker, and it was almost unfeelable.

"This city is coming to an end."

Cyril looked at him in disbelief, and then said repeatedly: "No, I don't think so, I will bring her to see you now..."

He was about to flash away, but Vincent Christian grabbed his arm instead and shook his head slightly at him:
"Being able to hear her news from you is already the best gift for me personally—it's a pity that Fanny (his wife, Mia's mother) has long since disappeared, and I couldn't hear this information."

"All in all, thank you for taking care of Mia for me."

"My daughter... please leave it to you."

He let go.

The figure of the young man flashed out like an arrow, and before he was out of sight, he disappeared in a flash, leaving only a slight wave of magical power that could not be detected.

Vincent Christian stood there, looking at the direction where Cyril disappeared, then turned his head to look at the motionless Yekov, reached out and pushed the latter: "Hey, are you still there?"

no respond.

The body was slightly pushed by him, and it fell to the ground crookedly. Although the eyes were still open, there was no more spirit inside.

He squatted down and lifted Yekov's body up, but this simple action made him a little powerless. After he finished, he sat down on the ground, leaning against the wall, panting heavily.

He raised his head, and at some point in his sight, there were more swaying green leaves.Under the luxuriant vitality, the land that was barren just now due to the crash of the city of Hormel has grown new trees, shaking in the slightly cold wind.

The city of Hormel travels in a unique space, that space is full of tearing electric light, surrounded by endless twisted purple-black, the filth of the gods lurks in it, and every day can be said to be Thrilling—no, the concept of time hardly exists in that space, and they can only see the sky outside by tracing back to the source of the filth of the gods and occasionally returning to the original space.

And when the filth of the gods can be easily traced to the source, it often means that an era of civilization has ushered in its end.

The sky may be scarlet, yellow, or shrouded in haze, which has nothing to do with the normal scenery.

Vincent only landed in this city of Hormel in this era of civilization, and he only heard about those scenes from the mouth of his predecessors, but he was already tired of the distorted purple-black space he traveled in.

But at this moment, he saw an empty and clear sky, among the swaying green leaves, the cool sunlight passed through the gaps between the leaves, casting mottled light and shadows on his body.

There is an inexplicable feeling of midsummer.

He thought of the midsummer in Solconan, the shady trees in the college, the boys and girls snuggling under the trees; mage apprentices in robes chasing each other, and the trainee knights passing by on their colts, holding their heads high and proud, holding not The sword, but the yakitori brought in from a restaurant outside the academy.

At such a time, if you have a bong, you can smoke a couple of puffs.

He closed his eyes.

In the sky above Fort Mandex, Cyril's figure had just appeared before suddenly stopping in mid-air.

He turned his head and looked at the place where the city of Hormel fell, with a sad look in his eyes.

He lowered his head to look down again, his thoughts swept over, and he quickly caught sight of the figure of Miss Mage—she was directing the layout of the hall of the Lord's Mansion. Caroline walked quietly behind her and hugged her from behind. Standing up, the mage made a chuckle.

He took a deep breath, did not fall into the city, his mind moved slightly, and was about to return to the forest on the same path, but a figure blocked in front of him.

Dragonborn, Sigrid.

"Don't you go down and have a look, they have been excited for a long time—"

Cyril shook his head: "Now is not the time."

He paused, "Do you want to come with me, the city of Hormel has fallen, and send this city for the last time."

Sigrid didn't say much. She stretched her body and transformed into a tens of meters long black dragon in an instant. She stretched her wings and let out a low growl to Cyril: "Come up."

He landed on the dragon's back, and the dragon flapped its wings and flew towards the forest.

There is no doubt about the flying speed of the dragon. Although this distance is long, it will not take the dragon long.Sigrid flew over the shattered floating city, turned back into a human form and landed with Cyril, standing on top of the ruins.

"People in the past civilization era bound their souls to this floating city... It sounds like a cursed ship, and the souls of the pirates who boarded the ship were bound to this ship."

"Human intelligence is not the most outstanding among the races left behind by the gods, but the methods they can think of are often very bold."

"Bold?"

"Great." Sigrid corrected her words, "Dragon doesn't think in this way of thinking, we only think about how to use our own claws, flesh, and dragon magic to destroy The source of the end; the elves would not think in this way of thinking, before losing the Moonspring, they firmly believed that the power of nature could defeat everything, and then drowned in the barrenness holding the tree of eternity."

"The orcs, the dwarves... They haven't even created a ruling dynasty, let alone any effective plan that is either underdeveloped or single-minded."

"Only human beings, who are said to be the meager bloodline successors of the primordial god Danya, can think of countless paths with their underdeveloped bodies and not top-notch wisdom among all races—"

"Possibility." Cyril added, "This is the most precious thing that human beings have."

"Possibility? Sounds like a good word." Sigrid did not deny it.

Cyril sighed and walked slowly in the city: "They have been looking for ways to save civilization, but in the end, they have left nothing behind."

"No?" Sigrid bent down not far in front of him for a moment, straightened up, turned her head, pinched something in her hand, and asked Cyril:

"I think they still left something behind."

Cyril looked at the thing in her hand, it was a small, transparent crystal, refracting the sunlight, it felt like a work of art.

And the moment his eyes fell on it, he suddenly felt his right arm become slightly warm, and then, the blue pattern belonging to the "sword" lit up on his arm.

"The sword...has a reaction?"

The words of the Great Sage Setanrio came to his mind again:

"The end has never stopped, every era, every era, I saw their choice in the age of the gods, we want to reproduce that choice, we intend to create a sword, with the horn of the dragonborn as a protection The hand is made of the bone of the heroic human soul into a sword blade, given spirituality with the feather of the beast god, and uses the eternal stone of the elf as the source, so as to face the omnipresent end."

He walked quickly to Sigrid's side, and saw a body lying there—it was the body of Vincent Christian, but its face had become empty, like an unpainted face doll.

The red words jumped out as his eyes fell on it, first of all was the crystal in Sigrid's hand:

"[Gao Jie's Soul]: We set our sights on the distant future, abandon our bodies, stick to our hearts, and look for a way to break through the fog."

Then, it was the "doll" on the ground:
"[Body of the Heroic Soul]: Even with Lurea's technology, it is difficult to create a body that can perfectly fit a soul with ordinary bones.

Unless this bone belongs to its soul. "

"This is a 'doll body' made of Vincent Christian's own body..."

Cyril remembered what Vincent said before, all those who boarded the city of Hormel had bound their souls to the city, in other words, they lost their bodies the moment they boarded the ship.

And Vincent, as the person who boarded the ship in this era of civilization, he may be lucky. He used his body to make a doll that accommodates his body——

In the judgment of the attribute panel, the body of this puppet conforms to the "bone of a heroic human soul".

Is Gao Jie's soul a heroic human soul?of course.If what the people of Hormel did can't be called "great", then what is worthy of being called "great"?
And that sword in the Fourth Era of Civilization, the creatures of the Holy White King's Court, are looking forward to cutting the end...

The horns of the dragon descendants are used as gauntlets, the bones of human heroic souls are cast into sword blades, the feathers of beast gods are used to endow them with spirituality, and the source of elves is the eternal stone.

Cyril already has the latter two.

Now the bone of the heroic soul of mankind is also placed in front of him.

"The bone of a heroic human soul...?" Sigrid's voice sounded at this moment, and Cyril looked at her in surprise, and what he got was a slightly contemptuous look from the latter:
"Don't be surprised. I am the witness of that civilization. All their plans have passed through my hands. Of course, I know better than you."

"You already have the feather of the beast god Isis, and the elf's stone of eternity as the source, right?"

Sigrid asked straightforwardly, so that Cyril had to nod: "Yes."

"Then now you have the third material."

Sigrid suddenly opened her eyes wide and opened her mouth towards the puppet. Fiery dragon flames spewed out from her mouth, burning the body and the crystal of the heroic soul together.

Before Cyril could stop it, he saw that crystal shattered and turned into sparkling dust, scattered on the body of the puppet in flames.

The body of the puppet was still ignited by the flames at first, but then gradually became smaller and smaller, constantly changing its shape in the scorching of the dragon's breath, and finally when Sigrid inhaled to absorb the dragon's breath, what was left before her eyes , only a white bone the length of the blade of a knight's sword.

Sigrid stepped forward, picked up the white bone, weighed it in his hand, and then threw it to Cyril.

"Take it."

Cyril caught it, and the bone was still exuding a cool heat, rubbing it in the palm of his hand, it was very comfortable.

Just thinking that this belonged to Vincent Christian, the bones of Miss Mia's father... He always felt weird.

"Where's your own sword?" Sigrid glanced at him, then asked.

"My sword... almost all of my equipment was destroyed in the battle."

"That's right." Sigrid nodded lightly, "Although the sword failed to kill Nora's filth, it still left a real wound on her body, which can hurt the torso of the Eternal Tree Weapons must be enough to help you."

"Let's go, I'll take you to get the last component."

　The father-in-law who hastily appeared and then hurriedly exited【

　　
　
(End of this chapter)