Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 777 Cyrohill, Monroe is filthy

"Did they eat their own people?"

Caroline was still asking Cyril this question until after leaving Markad.

"They did eat their own people." Christine finally explained to her what happened.

"But they are no longer purely themselves when they eat their own people."

"After the Hilariliar Legion landed in Markad, they noticed the abnormality in Markad. After being unable to negotiate, Rowell Oberian chose to face the filthy core of the city."

"He swallowed all the filth into his body, distributed the filth to the soldiers of the Hilariliar Legion, and then led the team back to the battleship to fight each other in order to consume the power of the filth."

"It's a pity that they couldn't persist until the end before the filth eroded. When we boarded the ship, their spirits were completely swallowed by the filth. Everything was just to trick us into the city, so as to achieve the same level as those filthy giants in the city. The purpose of the partnership to 'eat' us."

"After all, he made the choice of a hero, but unfortunately he didn't get the result that belongs to a hero."

Cyril's eyes fell into the distance.

In this land of the country with the longest history of this civilization, how many people will make those heroic choices at the end of the day like Rowell Oberian?
"Come on, go on to St. Helcoent."

From Marcade to St. Helcoent Territory, you only need to follow the artificially dug canal "New St. Heldley Canal" all the way in Al St. Emma.

If it is a normal trip, the waterway is of course a better choice.But there were no ships on the canal at this time, and they could only choose to advance by land.

They advanced along the river, and there were floating corpses floating by frequently in the river, and there were hundreds of them in one float.

Along the way, Cyril and the others have never seen a normal village, and most of them looked dilapidated.Although there are no primordial giants like those filthy ones, most of the remaining living people in the village are also crazy.

Or sleep in the stinky ditch, or just giggle, wear strange clothes under the windmill to worship, or dance with the dead body in your arms...

Every scene is incredible.

The surviving big cities are all closed, and the light of the magic circle shield can be seen tens of kilometers away.Cyril thought that they had successfully protected him with the magic circle, but when he got closer, he realized that the patrolling soldiers on the top of the city had already looked dry, walking on the city wall like walking corpses, and one with an unstable center of gravity Turning down the city wall, all limbs and heads flew out.

"The taint of filth...was worse than we thought."

Thinking about it, even Markad, the southernmost place they could touch, had completely fallen. How could the area north of Markad be better off?
"But there's no filthy core distribution here."

The spread of filth requires something similar to a "core", such as Fisebol, which serves as the core of the Black Forest and transforms large areas of the forest into the Black Forest.

But all the way to the north in the two provinces, Cyril did not feel that there was a source of infection like Fisebor.Those dilapidated villages and fallen cities are all the result of being polluted, and they were polluted much earlier than this time.

"Black mist." Christine gave the answer, "Black mist is the way Danya's filth spreads, I can be sure of that."

"The border of Palannia was very normal at first, until the black mist spread to the territory of Palania, and the mutations began to happen. The city was polluted, people gradually lost their minds, killed each other, and then monsters like those giants appeared. "

"However, this can also show that Danya's filth can control the area where continuous pollution is still limited at this time."

Christine smiled wryly: "At least until we reach St. Helcoin's Territory, we won't be disturbed by pollution... Maybe this is good news?"

But the truth is not as good as she thought.

1443, April 2.

The three of Cyril walked through the second province and arrived at the third province on the way north, the province of Selo Hill.

The province of Celo Hill has the most brilliant artistic capital in Alma Saint Emma, ​​Celo Hill—this city and this province are named after Thero Hill, the greatest artist in the history of Al Saint Emma. Named after the name, whether it is music, art, architecture, or any other art form, you can find a strong stroke here.

The huge "Artiste" Museum looks like a lying dragon, storing traces of various arts in the world.

Cyril originally thought that such an important city could at least survive the pollution.

After all, there are four mage towers in a single city of Selohir, and each mage tower has top wizards sitting in it.The defense strength of ordinary cities may not be enough to stop the black mist from spreading, but the wizards and mages of Cyro Hill should have corresponding means to stop the black mist.

However, when Cyril walked to the city gate and saw the city, he knew that his guess was completely wrong.

The capital of art, Selo Hill, is still sunk in filth just like the cities it passed through before.The black mist covered the city like a pot lid, and a giant over 50 meters tall was seen walking in the city from a distance—because its head could be higher than the thick and towering city wall of Cyrohill , its height can be easily determined.

The light of the magic circle is still shining, and the magic circle is also in a state of activation at this time.It's just that the current magic circle is not designed to protect the city, but has simply become a diffusion device for the black mist, pushing strands of black mist born from the city further afield.

The four mage towers did not collapse. When Cyril's consciousness touched the four mage towers, he could keenly feel that they were connected to each other in a special form, and the place where the filthy black mist occurred was here. between the four towers.

These four mage towers seem to have become tools for the creation of filth, continuously producing filthy black mist!
The black mist gathered above Selo Hill, and then gradually moved towards the northern sky like a march.

From the north of Therohir there was no clear sky but a haze of black mist.

"Danya is on top..." Christine read subconsciously after knowing the truth, but was laughed at by "Caroline": "Danya? He is too busy to take care of himself now, so it is better to say that Danya is on top." Rely on me."

If it's just a bloody and terrifying scene, it's really just a child's play for Caroline.But along the way, although there was no direct infection of filth, the subtle spiritual pollution made Caroline reluctant to bear it for a long time. At this time, Tris, the god of death, took over her body.

"Your Excellency Tris." Christine asked her, "Is this the ultimate destiny of a world polluted by God's negative emotions?"

"Danya is in charge of Yuanchu, and his power is the power of creation." Triss replied lightly, "And his filth does not correspond to destruction. The power of filth comes from the same source as the god himself, and their power The essence of all is origin and creation, but under the influence of violence and negativity, the filthy creation will be more extreme."

"What will become of this world, I can only say that I don't know. Because in the nine civilization epochs that I have consciously existed in the past, Danya has never been dispatched as the main attack of the 'end'. It’s just to assist some black mist.”

"Even Nora's filth... that is, Fisebor, who has been eliminated by him, is dispatched very few times."

"To be honest, when Nora's filth was wiped out, I still had a fluke mentality, hoping that Danya's negative emotions would not wake up..."

"The development of things always runs counter to our ideals." Cyril calmly added, "Since we have embarked on this path, we must always be prepared for the worst. Tris."

"what's up?"

"In this city, there is a filthy production source...that is, the core of filth, right?"

"You're right." Triss raised his arms and raised his head, the pair of completely red eyes lit up with magical light, and whispered: "The Eye of Death."

In the voice, Cyril only felt a "buzz", and the black mist over the distant city suddenly began to surge, and then a huge blood-red eye poked out from the black mist, and the huge pupil quickly swept across Sebastian. Panorama of Rothschild.

Immediately afterwards, Tris shook his head forward vigorously, his hands dropped, and a light and shadow immediately appeared in his scarlet eyes, appearing in front of Cyril and Captain Christine.

This picture is exactly the one that the huge eyes just scanned.From the picture, it can be clearly seen that between the four towers, there is a pitch-black thing beating like a heart, constantly wriggling, and every time it wriggles, a cloud of black mist will be squeezed out, and then spread under the influence of the mage tower out.

"That's the core of filth?" Cyril asked.

Tris shook her head, she blinked, and the picture quickly zoomed in, focusing on the black heart-like thing.

It was only then that Cyril saw clearly that the heart was made of something like a membrane, with a faint black mist attached to it.And in the center of it, there is a figure sitting cross-legged, wearing the robe of the primordial priest, who seems to be chanting continuously.

"Monroe." Tris said quietly, "The Primordial Church inherited, and the priest who inherited Monroe's position also inherited Monroe's filth at this time."

"The source of filth sitting in this city is the filth of Monroe, one of the four most devout gods in Danya."

Enno's Gate, Monroe's Wall, Shiffin Plains, White Tower Liandel.

Danya named the system he created after his four most loyal gods, and permanently integrated them with the world he created.

"Monro... what is his power?"

"Like the wall Danya named after him, his power is 'isolation'."

"His weapon is an iron wall. Those who want to hurt him and his guards can either completely destroy him or overturn him."

"So...his filth also has the power to isolate?" Christine asked.

"If Danya's filth entrusted him with the task of isolating all disturbances and concentrating on creating black mist, then he should concentrate on isolating all external forces."

While Tris was talking, he suddenly realized that the young man beside him had already waved his hand, and the [Holy White Alliance Eagle Walker] was already in his hand.

"Before killing the final boss, always kill the little boss next to him." Cyril raised his hand, looked at the beautiful long sword in his hand, and said lightly, "Christine Commander, can the city wall be handed over to you?"

"Put it on me." Christine said without any hesitation. She raised her chin slightly and said proudly. She also held the hilt of the long sword at her waist.

"Hey, you guys..." Tris was a little dumbfounded, "That's Monroe's filth anyway, you don't want to..."

However, before she could finish speaking, Christine had already raised her sword first.

The head of the female knight walked slowly to the front of the city gate, and every time she took a step, the breath on her body became more concentrated.The aura on her body was soaring, even the city of An Xin, which was producing black mist as a factory, was alerted, and the heads of giants gradually began to move closer to the city gate.

But the female knight leader didn't intend to give them this chance, she had already taken the last step, and raised the long sword in her hand in front of her chest.

At this moment, her previously gathered breath suddenly completely dissipated.

No one could see exactly what she had done, only saw that she raised the long sword for a short moment, then slowly lowered the long sword again.

Then he sighed softly, put the sword back into the sheath, and took off the white gloves on his hands.

But at this time, the sound of booming vibrations began to come.

There was a flat gap in the center of the thick and towering city wall, as if its existence had been erased out of thin air.And this gap is not limited to the city wall, the streets, buildings, and even the giants that appear on this line have all been erased from the vertical gap.

As far as it could reach, in the center of the four mage towers, as if a solid shield had fallen there, it was buzzing and trembling at this moment because of the sword that Christine sent out at an unknown time.

This path was completely wiped out by Christine's sword!
Tris looked at Christine's eyes suddenly changed. She knew that the head of the female knight was by no means mediocre, but she didn't expect that the strength of the other party could be exaggerated to such an extent...

If she is really allowed to face Fisebol, maybe she can also leave a deep scar on Fisebol?

Tris didn't know why he had such an idea, but at this moment the focus was no longer on Christine.

It was the boy who raised his long sword in both hands.

The light as bright as the blazing sun converged from the sword into a boundless light blade, and as he swung forward vigorously, it slashed and landed in the city.

Then, the black mist was torn apart by the light.

Above Celo Hill, the sky was clear for an instant.

(End of this chapter)