quicksilver blood

Chapter 11 Collision
On the altar at the deepest level of the Dark Trace, an extremely huge crimson monster rested its three heads on the altar like pillows, and its heavy breathing stirred up a black storm in its sleep.

But a tall human in a black robe standing beside its head was not afraid, his handsome and thin face was expressionless, like a sculpture, and the deeply sunken eye sockets made people look straight at him. into the abyss.

He watched quietly as two men dressed in red robes and dressed as scholars walked up to the crimson monster carrying a creature with a first-born goat's horns and a blood-red body.In just one breath, the creature let out an extremely violent wail. The surface of its skin melted and flowed grease to the ground. The exposed inner layer was not fat and muscle, but a humanoid monster whose whole body was dark and translucent like a shadow. .

Strange to say, after it completed its transformation, its original hatred and hostility toward those wearing red and black robes seemed to disappear, and it quietly left the altar and was guided by the people in red robes to leave. here.

"next."

The man in black standing on the altar said indifferently.

So, two more red robes stepped onto the altar carrying a strange creature.Seeing the fate of the "same kind" before, the creature struggled violently and roared crazily, hoping to wake up the huge crimson monster.But until it was transformed into a new form, the crimson monster remained motionless.

"Hmph. Stupid."

Sitting with his back against the altar, a bald man wearing a red robe embroidered with a large number of complicated black patterns held a notebook in his hand and kept writing something.Hearing the tragic wailing from behind, he sneered without looking back, and the scar that penetrated his left eye trembled ferociously.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, the bald man in red robe cast his gaze in a certain direction.

"What's wrong? Marco."

Sensing his gaze, the tall man standing on the altar lowered his head and asked slowly.

The bald man known as Marco narrowed his eyes in that direction and said in a deep voice: "A priest has entered the Dark Trace. The one with the silver level should have a formal-level apprentice with him."

"He and his apprentice used magic once on the matte trail before. I thought they were two stowaways and ignored them... Now it seems," as he said this, there was a hint of ferocity in Marco's eyes, "I'm afraid we can't Stay."

"I will continue to destroy the failed products," the black robe immediately judged, "You bring a few more Ashes to hunt them down. In the name of Higgs who has snakes in his eyes, not one will be left."

Marco nodded, waved his hands casually, and didn't look back at him. He just patted two or three people as he passed by, signaling them to follow him, and then hurriedly ran in a certain direction.

The man in black robe watched them go away, remained silent for a long time, and then continued to cast his terrifying abyss-like gaze on the believers below, and said in a deep voice: "Next one."

In a voice that no one heard, he squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "...arrogant idiot."

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Until now, Macon thought that his colleagues were still in the Trace of Light.

Little did they know, half a month ago, they were used as test subjects by the people of the South Wind Ring to do the demon transformation experiment.

Not only was it tested on humans, but it also failed, and was transformed into a ghost creature without intelligence.If Macken carefully searched for Lve Ying in the Dark Scar, maybe he would see a few Lve Ying with familiar faces and figures.

The corners of Roland's mouth curled up slightly.

Casting divine spells after entering the Aphotic Scar is completely different from casting them outside.

Embers have the ability to sense nearby priests and magic users, and the higher the level, the more information the Embers get.If Roland remembers correctly, Marco Deadwood, the half-step gold-ranked Marco Deadwood, the world's highest-ranked Embers and the founder of the profession of Ashes, is in the Dark Scar at this moment.

After Claude used the Silencing Barrier, although his actions would not make any sound, the magical buff itself was a very conspicuous symbol.If nothing else goes wrong, he should be heading here with a mighty force of Embers now.

While Roland casually shared some knowledge with the crowd, the four fingers of his left hand hidden in his robe were shaking regularly at an extremely weak frequency.

This is a very high-end spell-casting technique, which usually appears in the hands of tricksters and trick-knife wizards. It is used to cast spells with extremely weak fluctuations in the monitored conversations to achieve unexpected charm or assassination. Effect.Trickster is the first large-scale strategy written by Roland, but fortunately he hasn't forgotten it until now.

After all, this is a spell-casting technique for legal professions and cannot be applied mechanically to divine spells.However, the difference between divine magic and witchcraft in the early stage is not big.The legal system is like a hexadecimal operation, while the magical system is a hexadecimal operation.But the parts before ten years ago are the same.

The spellcasting skills of this witchcraft system can only be used on second-level divine spells at most. At the cost of four times the casting time, a divine spell can be cast silently, without movement and without fluctuations.The shortcoming is that this technique cannot eliminate the aura after the magic or witchcraft is successful, but it happens that in the lightless trace, any lighting method including aura is invalid, and the only way to detect it is through perception. Father Claude, who saw Roland performing the spell, was at the very back of Roland's formation and could not be noticed because he was too far away.

The divine spell that Roland had to go through a lot of trouble to perform was the only entanglement spell he currently possessed.

While a group of people passed by a winged tree, Roland's left hand touched the surface of the winged tree without a trace.

Then, using the tree as a point on the circle, Roland unknowingly led the crowd in a circle.

In an environment with no light, no sound, and no reference objects, everyone hardly noticed that they were going around in circles.The only priest who faintly noticed that he didn't seem to be walking in a straight line was relieved when he thought of what Roland said just now, "Try not to stay still in the shadow of light".

Anyway, I just came in to avoid the Glitter Pterosaur.You can leave when it comes back.

After seeing Roland avoid several powerful glimmering creatures in a clever way, his confidence in Roland greatly increased.

Speaking of which, the sound from the outside world cannot be heard inside the sound-absorbing barrier, and the field of vision is only a little bit in front of him. How can he confirm that the Pteranodon is back?

Although he was confused about this matter, Claude thought that he might as well listen to Roland's opinion first.If he couldn't come up with an idea, he could always take Claudia and run away - he was still in no hurry about this.

So even Father Claude relaxed his vigilance a little.

When he passed the location where he had cast the spell for the third time, Roland's ankle was silently entangled by a long vine.

It's almost time--

When Roland and the others walked half a circle again and reached the farthest position from that point, Roland thought that the Ashes were almost there, Roland's heart moved, and the vines wrapped around the carved wing tree slammed Tensioned, a huge force came from Roland's feet.

Pretending to be caught off guard and exclaiming, Roland, who was at the front of the team, was dragged into the jungle on the right.

Father Claude and Kruveen realized immediately that something had happened to Roland.But Marken had said before that there could be no one in the Trace of Light, and several people subconsciously thought that Roland had stepped on some trap, or had been robbed by some monster with the ability to capture remotely.

Out of concern for their temporary companions and attention to the guide, everyone immediately started searching for Roland.But in this special environment, they did not dare to separate from their companions, so they could only greet all the members to search for the place where Roland suddenly disappeared.

Dragged down by An Ruosi's speed, Macken, who was trapped in the formation, couldn't even play half of his own speed.It was Claudia who reacted and asked Claude to cast the magic of group acceleration on everyone.

But after the magical spell was cast, Macken and Kluween, who were at the front of the team, stopped their steps suddenly before rushing out a few steps.Although the people behind couldn't see clearly what was happening in the front, it was impossible for Macken and Kluvien to stop suddenly for no reason.

"Stand back, both of you, and be careful."

An old voice sounded behind An Ruosi and Claudia.A thin but powerful hand gently rested on the noble lady's shoulder, gesturing for her to stay away.Sensing the dangerous aura in the air, the old man came to the front of the team with a straight face and his cane in silence.

After seeing clearly the appearance of the road blocker in front of him, the pupils of the old priest shrank instantly!

It wasn't panic, it was anger—

There were about two or three people, but because of the limited field of vision, it was impossible to be sure if there were other people behind them.What caught the old priest's attention the most was the bald scarred face.He was wearing a dark red robe, on which were outlined lines full of madness and hatred with jet-black magic lines.

That verse was familiar to Claude.

"Since the god has abandoned me, I will smash the statue of the god with a long bronze sword like breaking an earthen jar. I only hope that the shepherd will be bitten to death by wolves and swallowed..."

The old apologist whispered the beginning of the blasphemous verse written in divine language on the enemy's robe, and slowly opened his eyes that had been squinting, with blazing anger burning in his child-like clear blue pupils.

"Oh? Bishop Claude? Long time no see, the old man is not dead yet."

The leading man with a ferocious face cracked his mouth, revealing his shark-like teeth: "I just want to ask you: How is that bitch Sivir doing today?"

"Don't insult my god! Forsaken God!"

Claude shouted sharply, and the one-foot-long sword blade at the end of the cane suddenly popped out. After several magical blessings were completed, the old man's aura suddenly increased again and again, and even Macon and Kruveen were blessed with many benefits. .

He took one last look at the freshly stained blood on the steel whip behind the red-robed God Forsaken, full of great anger and guilt towards Roland, and rushed up with his sword and staff like a tiger descending a mountain.

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