quicksilver blood

Chapter 145 Poisonous Fire

"God delivered me to the ungodly, cast me into the hands of the wicked—"

Old Joseph murmured in a hoarse voice like a crow, and the silver-gray poisonous fire flowed out of his eyes continuously, flowing down naturally like crying.

These sticky, silver-gray fluids hang on his skin, making his skin bubbling and melting in an instant.

"The man will take me by the neck and throw me to the ground; he will burst my lungs and pour out my gall on the ground."

The poisonous fire gradually boiled with his prayer.

The silver-gray metallic light flickered violently on his face, until the part below him was almost completely covered by the silver-gray poisonous fire, burning and distorting, melting like a poor-quality plastic doll in the fire.

"My days are coming to an end, my hope is dead."

The pain of burning flesh and blood only made old Joseph's cheeks tremble violently, but he didn't cry out, let alone interrupt his prayer.

In fact, the pain caused by chanting this prayer was far less than what Joseph had imagined.

The silver-gray poisonous fire is not as hot as a real flame, but it corrodes and melts the face like concentrated acid.

The severe pain only lasted for a moment, and then there was a pang of itching in the places where the poisonous fire flowed.

Flesh is recombining—

Old Joseph was clearly aware of this.

It's not just my face.Those silver-gray poisonous fires flowed through the corroded and riddled skin to the inside of the body. Wherever they passed, there was a flash of severe pain, followed by itching like a healing wound.

If it's just one place, this kind of itching can even be regarded as enjoyment.But once the scale expanded to the whole body, this kind of itching that could not be scratched immediately became a kind of torture.

He could even feel that his soul was also corroded by the poisonous fire.

The soul alienation brought to old Joseph when he entered the Silver Stage was burned away by the poisonous fire, leaving only an old soul riddled with holes.

Afterwards, those silver-gray flames branched out and plunged into his moth-eaten dilapidated soul, roasting that rotten soul from the depths.

No, that's tempering—

"Now I make a house with a dry grave, a tomb with floating soil, a father with decay, and a mother with insects and ants—"

As the old Joseph whispered, sporadic silver-gray sparks spewed out of his throat.

Old Joseph felt his soul being bombarded by the giant hammer, trembling violently in his body, as if it was about to slip out of his mouth accidentally.

Finally, the silver-gray poisonous fire in his eyes finally drained away.

The once muddy pupils in his eyes are now shining like mirrors.

In the depths of the steel-like mirror-like silver-black pupils, a group of faintly invisible off-white flames danced quietly.

Near the end of the prayer, Old Joseph felt something in his heart and suddenly opened his mouth.

As if pushed out by the huge pressure in his body, a stream of silver-gray fire burst out from Old Joseph's throat and flew straight to Kluvern.

As expected, the moment the stream of fire entered Kluvern's attack range, it was intercepted by the flying shield in the air and shattered into pieces.

Afterwards, the stream of fire exploded, splashing and falling to the ground like a liquid, igniting all living things on the ground.

The flames on old Joseph died down.

His soul has been alienated again in the fire.

For the second time in his life, he stepped into the silver rank.

So he sang the last line of the despairing prayer without hesitation: "...by the mercy of the Lord, grant me a long sleep."

Suddenly, a gray flame exploded around him.

If Roland's silver-white sacred flame shines like silver, and Claudia's silver-white spiritual light is as pure and calm as moonlight, then Old Joseph's gray-white poisonous fire gives people a texture like bone marrow dripping gradually.

But it is undeniable that the old Joseph looked peaceful and solemn at this moment, as sacred and inviolable as a saint who was burned to death by foolish people.

As he gently raised his left hand, his left hand suddenly turned into a solid gray-white flame, and rockets flew out of his left hand rapidly, approaching Kluveen in an arc.

The mountain shield guardians swung their blade shields, and with the sound of steel chains clattering, these rockets were exploded in the air one by one, and large shards of flames fell from the sky. Kluvien and Claudia were gradually surrounded by The sea of ​​fire formed by these gray flames surrounded them.

That's right... As old Joseph said, Kluveen has a huge flaw that cannot be repaired.

That is, compared to ordinary shield defenders, his continuous defense ability is really too weak.

It was okay to face a large number of attacks in one breath, but Kluvien was able to sweep away the blade shield and block all the attacks in one breath.

But if Kluvien attacks him with high frequency in front of and behind him at the same time, Kluvien will completely lose the ability to defend either side.

In detail, this "high frequency" means that the interval between two attacks in the same direction is shorter than one cycle at the fastest speed of the Kluvern blade shield.

Old Joseph looked at Kluvien indifferently, and his mirror-like clear pupils completely reflected the two of them.

no doubt.When Kluvern's strength does not change, the best way to increase the speed is to shorten the chain in his hand.But that also means that Kluvern's maximum defensive range is reduced, which means that the error tolerance rate is reduced.

And old Joseph didn't worry at all that Kluvien would push back through the rocket's trajectory to find his position.

Hitting the rocket with an arc trajectory is an effective solution, and at the same time, as long as Kluvien doesn't want the woman behind him to be hit by poisonous fire and her whole body turned into flames and blown into a pile of pieces of meat, he He had to continue to intercept attacks for her where he was.

Thinking like this, Old Joseph speeded up the frequency of attacks without hesitation.Now more than ten rockets are hitting Kluvien from different directions every second, and Kluvien has to speed up the speed of the blade shield to avoid being hit.

As the speed increased, the iron chain in Kluveen's hand became shorter and shorter. In order not to let the chain linking the blade shield hit Claudia, he yelled at Claudia to squat down, while himself The walking of the feet has also become more frequent.

"...That's not okay."

Old Joseph looked at his left arm that was beginning to melt like wax, frowned slightly, and murmured in a low voice.

Most of the martyr's attacks come at the cost of their own life force.If it can effectively hit the enemy, it can also absorb the vitality from the enemy and feed it back to itself.

But Kluvern's defense was too effective - Old Joseph even felt that the fingers of his left hand had melted to the second knuckle.

Yes, from the moment he became a martyr, he had the consciousness to use himself up as a consumable.

However, he still wanted to live.

and……

Finally, Old Joseph turned his attention to Claudia who was squatting quietly on the spot.

He couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

Old Joseph's skin that had been burned by the fire had recovered at this moment, all wrinkles had disappeared, and the new skin was as smooth and smooth as the skin of a teenager.

But his forehead - above the corners of his eyes and on the left and right sides of his cheekbones - was still the old, wrinkled skin that had lost its elasticity.

Two snow-white marks slid down the corners of his eyes like tears, getting wider and wider until reaching his chin.The chin is the smoothest part of the face.If he wore that kind of mask that only exposed his chin, no one would know that he was an old man who would die in two years.

Looking from a distance, Old Joseph's face at this moment looks like a teenager disguised as an old man, and then the makeup was washed away by tears, or the lower half was torn off by someone.

"Humph……"

Old Joseph looked at Claudia who was being protected by Kluvien, and suddenly showed a sneer of disdain.

It's fine if she gets up and fights.Old Joseph would look at her differently.

But she just hides behind others... now she's the mountain man so it doesn't matter.But what if she hides behind Lord Orlando in the future and thereby drags him down?
Useless vase.

Old Joseph commented on Claudia in his heart.

Better to kill—

Feeling the lack of his left hand, the killing intent in Old Joseph's heart became stronger.

Moreover, it would be much easier to kill Kluvern like this...

"Lord Orlando will forgive me..."

With this in mind, Old Joseph did not hesitate to shift the target of his attack from Kluvien to Claudia, and then greatly increased the frequency of his attacks.

(End of this chapter)