A Master's Type Moon Event Book

The air was clear again, and the vitality of the forest covered the stagnation of the corpse.

Blown by the wind, the smell of blood gradually faded away.

Li Xiang walked towards the west and left the forest. It was a wilderness, and there were still some corpses of Celtic soldiers.

Passed through without hesitation.

More than two hours later, Li Xiang arrived at a small town.

The house style is very similar to the "Westworld" he has seen, no wonder there are so many cowboys.

Li Xiang looked down at his attire, which was completely out of line with this era.

Thinking of this, he raised his right hand, chanted the spell of invisibility, and slowly disappeared.

He made his way into town without a hitch.

On the dusty road and the occasional cowboy riding a horse, Li Xiang once again experienced a different scenery.

It would be a wonderful thing to travel through the ages, if there were no anthropogenic incineration.

"The current task is to find Geronimo."

Li Xiang looked around, there were few pedestrians, coming and going in a hurry, it was wartime, and the scene everywhere was not very good.

He was dazed for a while, then made up his mind.

The magic power emerges from the eyes, the world becomes quiet and different, and the dry air is filled with fiery red elements.

The perception spread, and he quickly noticed the breath of the servant.

Li Xiang jumped up lightly, quickly passed over the roof, and soon arrived at a low and inconspicuous house.

Murderous intent circulated in the narrow alleys.

He believed that once he stepped in, he would be attacked like a storm.

Li Xiang stood outside the cordon, showed his figure, and expressed his sincerity.

After waiting for a while, the dark-skinned Geronimo pushed open the door, saw his strange clothes, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked, "Are you a follower?"

"It is. I am from Chaldea, and my purpose is to restore this era." Li Xiang did not hide it.

Geronimo held the knife, still very vigilant, and said, "How should I trust you?"

His current situation is very bad, so he has a friendly attitude towards Li Xiang's arrival, but it is impossible for him to simply trust someone who appears rashly.

"I can help the servant in the room to slow down the injury." Li Xiang said.

Geronimo was pleasantly surprised and asked, "Are you a doctor?"

"I'm not, but I have a knack for curses."

Geronimo looked at him with some hesitation on his face.

"He is in a very bad condition now, and it is a miracle that he is alive."

What Li Xiang said was not nonsense, it was a miracle that he could survive after being cursed by Cu Chulainn.

"Okay, I agree, but if you want to play tricks, you will be buried with him." Geronimo said seriously with a serious expression.

Li Xiang is also a little awed, but he still has a little confidence in his senior brother's curse.

Because strictly speaking, the curse did not come from Cu Chulainn, but from the gun.

He just so happens to have the same gun.

Although the power is not comparable.

Geronimo turned and opened the door. The living room was very simple, with only one table, and he came to the room along the aisle.

Rama was lying on the bed in pain.

A huge blood pit was exposed on his chest, and half of his heart was clearly visible.

After watching it closely, Li Xiang couldn't help feeling that Rama's vitality is so strong, which is really rare.

Geronimo looked at him nervously and asked, "How is it?"

Li Xiang considered his words and said, "As I said before, I can only slow it down, not cure it."

Geronimo was a little disappointed, but he cheered up and said, "Please treat him."

"I try my best."

Li spread out his right palm and placed it not far above his heart.

He could sense the familiar curse, as if the ubiquitous wind wound around his heart, intending to devour it.

The magic circuit is on.

The magical power that lights up in sequence gradually gathers along the path of the projection magic Thorn Gun.

A scarlet air stream overflowed from the palm, covering the heart after a while.

"Ah!" Rama, who was in a coma, suddenly screamed in pain.

Black smoke billowed from his heart.