Next, Shen Er, what's your business?

Chapter 303 Escape
The knife flashed, but did not cut off his right arm.

The moment before the blade touched the skin, a peaceful but solemn voice sounded in Shen Er's mind.

He heard this voice once a few months ago, and it was the appearance of this voice that made Relic no longer silent.

"There is the leader of Shanghua Wuliang Casting Hua Guangtong Heaven and Earth."

Accompanied by a Buddha's name whose source has not been identified so far, Shen Er's whole body finally had a second chance to bathe in the Buddha's light.Unlike the decisive battle with Liz Baifei, this time the Buddha's light did not strengthen his body, and the Buddha's light only targeted the black lines that invaded the body.

Under the illumination of the Buddha's light, the corruption caused by the black thread has been effectively curbed. Although the rotten part has not changed, at least it shows that the power contained in the relic has a certain degree of restraint against the curse of "White Wing Gong" The next step is to see what step the sacred objects left by the Buddhist saints can do.

"Unknown holy monk, you can't lose to a vampire, or the reputation of Buddhism will be lost."

Not being a Condor Hero for the time being, Shen Er's mood improved slightly, and he continued to advance in the water while having fun in bitterness.

But before taking two steps, he couldn't move.

The black line that had just been restrained by the Buddha's light was ready to move again, spreading upwards against the pressure of the Buddha's light.Although he only moved a distance of less than a hair, the collision of two forces, one good and one evil, life and death made Shen Er feel unbearable pain. , Scathach used magic to scratch Shinji's bones in considerable pain.

"I - gurgling gurgling -"

Shen Er wanted to vent the pressure brought by the pain in the form of cursing, but unfortunately his water-avoiding magic was not perfect, he could only maintain a small distance near the mouth, nose, eyes and ears. Only then slowed down.

Before spitting out the water in his mouth, Buddha Guang also began to exert force, pushing back the black line that was spreading forward, followed by another burst of pain like a steel knife scraping bone.

At this time, Shen Er had lost the strength to curse, and sat down on the river bed, waiting for the result of the battle between the Buddha's light and the curse in the double torment of spirit and body.

If Fo Guang wins, keep going until it's safe.If Fo Guang loses, he will cut off his right hand and return to Japan to ask Cheng Zi to help him make a prosthesis.

Thinking of his family and friends far away in Japan, Shen Er's pale face due to pain became more bloody.

Chengzi must laugh at me, laughing at me for being a fool.

Justesa, who is cold-faced and warm-hearted, probably won't talk to me for several days, if I can't give her a satisfactory explanation.

Sakura and Fujino will definitely cry, and what I fear most are the tears of these two girls.

Kirie, who has been fighting the disease for so many years, may not necessarily cry, but he should send a double existence to follow me and not let me go anywhere.

The scolding of the father and uncle is naturally inevitable, and the mother will probably say, "The Matou family has developed very well, and there is no need for you, a child, to take risks and work hard outside."

Of course, I will definitely not agree, because the master is still waiting for me in the country of shadows.After seeing the monotonous scenery of "Kingdom of Shadows" and experiencing the loneliness of the millennium, Shen Er's heart has been deeply imprinted with the only beautiful scenery in the black and white world.

Familiar faces flashed before my eyes, and familiar fragments emerged in my heart.

In a trance, he saw a girl with a ponytail. She pointed a whip at his nose and said in an indifferent but not cold voice: "I can't lose, I will never let you lose!" you."

Somehow, upon hearing these words, Shen Er's heart inexplicably calmed down, allowing the pain on his body to intensify without wavering a bit.

Between the huge contrast between the body and the mind, the Buddha's name to awaken the relic is no longer repeated mechanically, but has a new change.

"There is the leader of Shanghua Wuliang Casting Hua Guangtong Heaven and Earth."

"At that time, the Buddha told the cast Bodhisattva, and the four congregations of heaven and man: 'I have sought the Dharma Sutra among the countless in the past. There is no exhaustion. Among the many, I have always been a king. I made a vow to seek the supreme Bodhi. .”

"At that time, the World-Honored One reaffirmed this meaning. And speaking the gatha—"

Shen Er subconsciously followed the chanting, and before he knew it, he had crossed his knees and put his palms together.

The brilliance of the Buddha bone relic passed through the barrier of skin and muscles, came out from the palm of the left hand, and entered from the palm of the right hand. It was like a sword of wisdom that cut away three thousand threads of troubles, and passed across the wrist wrapped around the right wrist without a sound. The black line above, the beginning of decay.

On the bank of the river a thousand meters away, there is also blood from the corner of the mouth of the "White Winged Man" with a black thread wrapped around his hand, dark blood of the same color as the black thread.

The more powerful the curse, the more likely it will be backlashed. That ray of Buddha's light not only hurt the tangible curse, but also affected the origin of the curse along the invisible connection.

"Damn it! You're still resisting! Let's see how long you can last!"

Being blocked many times overnight, even the ancient King of the Dead Apostles was unavoidably impetuous, and his voice became hysterical.

Just when he was holding the black thread and was about to continue to strengthen the curse, there was a hint of paleness in the sky, which complemented the "Venus" that was finally shining in the night sky.

Then, the sun rises and the night ends.

In Italy in February, winter has not yet passed, and the first ray of sunshine in the morning is far from the cold accumulated overnight.But it was the sunlight that was so gentle that it had no strength, but made "Bai Yigong" feel that his body that had lost its temperature for thousands of years felt the heat, as if a fire was burning on the surface of the skin.

The sun in the sky is a more threatening weakness to the Dead Apostles than the flowing Po River.Under the sun, the weak Dead Apostle will be wiped out directly, even the powerful Dead Apostle will be weakened from body to soul, from physical strength to ability. King of the Dead is no exception.

"Magician, you are lucky, but don't think that you will be safe, you will never escape, absolutely!"

Feeling the constant flow of power in his body, the suppressed hysteria of "White Winged Lord" was finally completely released.He sensed the direction in which Shen Er was leaving one last time, flapped his bare wings vigorously, and left this place that annoyed him.

After he left, a palm-sized black figure emerged from the pile of rocks in the distance, and it disappeared in a flash.

Three days later, news of the failure of "White Winged" to intercept the Clone brigade spread throughout Europe.

A week later, the news had a new follow-up.

On the night of the interception, the captain of the Clone Brigade, "Reaper" and "White Wing Lord" fought fiercely in the Po River Plain.

The Dead Apostle world was shocked!
The Holy Church was shocked!

The Magic Association was shocked!

(End of this chapter)