Secret: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

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Sesima frowned, and the muscles in her shoulders and back tightened. Mr. Z, who was slightly inferior in sequence and spirituality, was immediately suppressed.

Of course, Maria knew that the other party could not sit still and wait for death, but just when she was about to repeat her old trick and use "bribery" to make the other party lose the idea of ​​resistance, her mind was strangely dizzy for a few seconds, and she stayed uncontrollably. In situ.

The luck that Admisor managed to bestow upon me has now run out?

Maria suddenly realized why she felt dizzy, but then, her condition seemed to suddenly decline a lot, and she felt tired and uncomfortable as if she had experienced excessive spiritual loss in a short period of time. The edge of her body appeared. Blurred, with weird shadows appearing.

Does the Night Path have effects on luck and destiny? She thought in shock, no wonder good luck was wasted so quickly!

"Damn it."

In the shadow of a corner, feeling his flesh and blood magic retreating steadily under the power of tranquility, the hidden Mr. Z thought angrily - "If I were in a better state and applied for promotion this year, maybe I wouldn't be in trouble now." That’s it!”

At the moment when the new faces on the shoulders froze, Crestel Sesima suddenly swung the bone sword and dug out the affected flesh and blood from his body! The flesh and blood struggled to fall unwillingly, and in the process of falling, they were so calm that the spirit was completely dissipated and turned into ashes. Immediately afterwards, Sesima's expression became slightly distorted, and the clothes on his ribs seemed to be bulged a bit by something. The bloody shoulder stopped bleeding in a short period of time, but it became strangely long. There are some black hairs.

Even the legs and arms on his hands from the previous battle seemed to have returned to normal, almost back to their original state!

"You deserve to be treated with the utmost respect."

His voice also became a little weird, like the roar of some kind of wild beast.

Crestel Sesima did not feel angry. The more pressure the battle put on him, the calmer his heart and thoughts became. The wound had a vague sting at the moment, like a soldering iron that was still warm. Like sticking to the shoulder and back of the "Goddess Sword".

The bone sword in his hand that was originally emitting a glimmer of light suddenly emitted a cold aura. This seemingly fragile bone was supposed to be full of gaps and cracks in the high-frequency battles, and broke in a certain impact, but In fact, there is an indescribable force that fills the whole body of the bone sword, supporting it and even making it indestructible and extremely sharp.

The aura of Cresta Sesima also changed suddenly.

As if a candle was gently blown out, the world around her suddenly darkened. Maria noticed the changes in the environment with the corner of her eye. She has been dealing with the Aurora Society for many years and can tell the difference between "shadow" and "darkness" at a glance. The hermits of the Aurora Society will create a special shadow, which has strong devouring and corrosive abilities just like their flesh and blood magic. , not even light can pass through.

But the darkness in front of me was different, even very ordinary.

It is as ordinary as some unlit corners in daily life, rooms without lights, and night streets without candles. It is as ordinary as a small alley you accidentally glimpsed while walking on the road. There is no gas street lamp in the alley, nor any light source. You stand in the dim light of the street lamp, and the alley is dark and deep, giving people infinite fear. It seems like it leads to another world.

Is this the true face of the holy object?

Maria's eyes were uncontrollably attracted to the bone sword whose light became darker. She was not frightened by Crestel Sesima's aura, but she also remained vigilant rather than arrogant. The life-and-death battle once again became chilling.

The breeze blew into the room, and Crestel Sesima walked over step by step, holding the sword in both hands and hanging it slantingly at his side.

The blade seemed to become extremely heavy, and he had to hold it with both hands. Every movement felt more powerful than before.

The world became darker and darker, and night closed in on her.

Maria stared closely at the green eyes of the "Sword of the Goddess", and a breeze blew by them. In the weak light of the gas lamp, the shadows cast by the two of them on the wall were violently distorted. The shadows sometimes intertwined and sometimes separated, fighting fiercely on the wall like their owners.

Sometimes, the movement of one of the shadows slows down, and the other shadow immediately takes advantage of the victory, but in the next moment the light and the thin light and shadow brought by the swing of the holy sword flicker into one piece, the power and distortion of disaster are intertwined, and the sharp sword The blade cuts through the blockade.

The power of the bone sword is fully stimulated, and the advantage of its excellent compatibility with the holy object is that it can minimize the negative effects and maximize the power of the sealed object itself. Crestel Sesima wielded a pure white bone sword. His pace and attack speed became faster and faster. His pupils stood up and his center of gravity gradually lowered. The vitality given by the holy object corresponding to the "Night Watch" simply became She built a fortress with a strong desire to attack, and Maria's "bribery" repeatedly collided with "disaster". Without the blessing of good luck, she only succeeded twice out of thirteen bribes!

In this case, the "barbarian"'s melee skills are also limited. She can't really keep using her flesh and blood to collide with a saint-level sealed object!

Occasionally, her fist or palm would hit the side and back of the holy sword accurately, making a loud sound like metal collision, but this was not a long-term solution. Maria knew very well that if she could not defeat Crestel Sesima, Mr. Z would also be just meat on the chopping board. She would have to defeat the man or incapacitate him temporarily to have a chance to leave. But she also knew very well that although it seemed to be evenly matched now, in fact she had no hope of defeating the opponent!

Maria has only an extremely weak advantage over Crestel Sesima. This advantage is due to the rules she established in the East District. Without the sealed artifact, her advantage may be negated at any time with almost no negative impact. The holy object with the effect covers it.

Therefore, Maria guessed that there would probably be no reinforcements coming.

If Admissor is lucky enough, he will definitely come back after everything here is over. If it has been more than ten minutes and no one has come to help, it means that Mr. Z’s information has been blocked and may not come back at all. Not passed on...

...In other words, there is not a single living secret prayer person in the straight line distance from here to the location of the Dark Saint.

And the situation is still getting worse.

A piece of squirming flesh the size of a thumb cap was hidden on Maria's temple, like a puddle of bright red jelly, with two small, one large and three irregular holes dotted on the jelly. At this moment, these small holes are weirdly twisted, like a person's face.

"Ma'am, I can't hold it any longer..."

This lump of flesh fused with Maria's skin and turned into a pimple the size of a mosquito bag, but it did not itch, suck blood, or hurt. The three small holes on the piece of flesh, symbolizing eyes and mouth, were twisted into a painful expression and made a small sound.

"You have to hold on even if you can't hold on. You've done a great job." Maria whispered, "But I have to hold on for a while longer..."

After saying that, she simply twisted the wounds on her waist and abdomen, forcibly connected the disconnected blood vessels and muscle tissue, and then looked at Crestel, who had almost completely transformed into a monster with thick hair. ·Sesima.

"Wolf."

she said suddenly.

"Werewolf."

"Yes, wolf."

Sesima also growled in reply, with several tentacles of flesh and blood hanging from his waist, and the roar of the beast formed an almost human pronunciation.

"You will become a monster."

"And you will die."

Maria wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. She didn't know whether it was painful or weak: "Does this make sense? I don't know why I want to fight you. There is actually no such blood feud between us. I am not your enemy. , but you will kill me even if you lose control."

"Sword of the Goddess" raised the bone sword in his hand, pointed it forward, and let out a shapeless roar in his throat:

"...that's what it means."

The lawyer sighed, her defense was indeed ineffective.

With things developing to this point, there is nothing to hesitate about anymore.

Maria would never sit still and wait for death. She tried her best to drive her body, squeezing out the last bit of strength from her flesh, flesh and every cell. She had no sealed items and no extraordinary abilities. She could only use her fighting skills as much as possible. To make up for it, fortunately she has rich experience in fighting. Crestel Sesima swung the blade with equal ferocity, his movements limping, because any more abuse of the power of the holy sword to repair broken bones and damaged internal organs would only make him more like a monster, and his breathing The broken ribs were filled with blood and pierced into the abdomen.

The bone sword was raised diagonally upwards. Maria quickly stepped forward and turned around. The tip of the holy sword left a ferocious scar on her arm, but her bloody palms closed together to form a knife. , still stabbing forward.

The two of them were closely attached to each other, and they had long since given up their flashy extraordinary abilities, which were no longer important supports. The final result can only be determined by fighting.

Stained with blood, two pairs of similar eyes held the same madness and determination.

the other side.

Mr. Z turned into a pool of flesh and blood in pain and fused into the shadows. His facial features, limbs and internal organs were completely scattered together, and the whole person was as if it had been run over by a giant wheel more than a dozen times. His eyes stayed near the lungs, watching the lungs rise and breathe, watching the dense alveoli become congested and ruptured. Then, a slightly heavy breathing sound came from the throat next to his ears. He didn't know where it went. The taste of blood gradually appeared in his mouth and tongue, and then his heart beat faster and he began to cough - although everything was messed up, he was still functioning normally.

Because countless weird and crazy hallucinations erupted before his eyes and in his mind, even a devout believer who listened to the true Creator's ravings from Sequence 9 to Sequence 6 could not bear it, because these hallucinations were not only dangerous, but also had many things he desired. The good part.

Beautiful, beautiful... when I was pulled up from the mud by the divine messenger and led to participate in the Aurora Society for the first time...

When killing people...when they are afraid...when they are worried that they will not be able to advance to Sequence 8 within a year...

...when bathing in the warm sunshine...when the children in the chapel who believe in the Lord are reciting epic stories...

While brutally killing the betrayers and sacrifices... When after completing the mission, bathing in blood and praying in front of the statue of the Lord...

After being assigned to Backlund East District, when he was shocked by Maria's power and tried to have a good relationship with her... After the Lord restored the glory... When those workers showed admiration and love for themselves instead of fear …

Countless fragmentary images flashed quickly before his eyes, as if he had experienced life and death countless times in a very short period of time.

The members of the Red Gloves also know that believers of the True Creator are often mentally tough enough to be unimaginable, and can even be said to be the strongest in the acquired strength of the twenty-two paths. Therefore, they did not try to make Mr. Z sleep to death with gentle hallucinations and peaceful songs. Instead, they launched an extremely violent nightmare attack with the intention of directly defeating the powerful spirit and tearing apart the other party's memory and spirit in the dream. broken.

"Miss……"

His mind gradually stiffened, and his existing memories were gradually filled with a huge amount of false information. He clearly knew that this was the feeling of being invaded by nightmares and gradually dying, but he could not resist, and his mind began to falter.

Suddenly, there was a stabbing pain in his mind. This feeling was very familiar to him. It was the feeling of a part of the body being destroyed.

Someone discovered me? Someone attacked me? Mr. Z's will, which was on the verge of being broken, managed to gather itself together. His flesh-and-blood eyes opened and he observed the surrounding situation - who found my location? Who was it? What part of my body was destroyed?

His breathing stopped momentarily, and an invisible hand grabbed Mr. Z's throat.

He saw the two figures falling slowly. The tip of the broken bone sword pierced the throat of the wolf-like man, and the middle end of the bone sword penetrated Maria's heart.

"Ma——"

His mind boiled for a moment, and he was completely defeated at this moment. All the pain and beautiful memories were mixed together. Mr. Z suddenly leaned back, his flesh and blood squirmed, and his body lost control of his will. The ground fluttered around.

The red gloves quickly jumped out of the shadows, some of them went to control the out-of-control flesh and blood, and some of them went to rescue the "Sword of the Goddess".

"Your Excellency Sesima is still breathing!"

"Thank God, the relic increased his vitality... Oh my god, the relic was broken!"

"There are no signs of Extraordinary characteristics escaping... There are no signs of Extraordinary characteristics escaping from the holy object! Your vital signs are also very stable! - Quick! Send Your Excellency Sesima back! Maybe we can still be saved!"

"Remember to reclaim the cultists' extraordinary properties."

"yes!"

A group of people quickly made a simple stretcher and left with the werewolf monster. Red Gloves, who was left to clean up the scene, paused and asked: "What is the code name of this Aurora Society's envoy?"

The red glove walking in front turned around, frowned and thought for a while:

"It's not important. Let's deal with it first. Just go back and see which envoy is missing!"

TBC

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There is a sharp sword that will pierce your heart.