I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

The sword flashed, but it did not cut off his right arm.

The moment before the blade touched the skin, a calm but solemn voice sounded in Shenji's mind.

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

"There is a leader who casts the immeasurable brilliance and illuminates the heaven and the earth."

Accompanied by a Buddha's name whose source has not yet been identified, Shinji's entire body finally had a second chance to bathe in the Buddha's light. Different from the decisive battle with Liz Baifei, this time the Buddha's light did not strengthen his body. The Buddha's light only targeted the black lines that invaded the body.

Under the illumination of the Buddha's light, the corruption and mold caused by the black threads were effectively contained. Although the corrupted parts did not change, it at least showed that the power contained in the relics had some restraint on the curse of "White Winged Lord" The next step is to see how far the holy relics left by Buddhist saints can achieve.

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

Not having to be the Condor Hero for the time being, Shen'er's mood improved slightly, and he continued to move forward in the water while having fun in his misery.

But before he took two steps, he couldn't walk anymore.

The black thread that had just been restrained by the Buddha's light was ready to move again, spreading upward against the pressure of the Buddha's light. Although he had only moved a hair's breadth away, the collision of the two forces, one good and one evil, life and death, made Shenji feel unbearable pain. If he had to make a comparison, it was roughly the same as in the body control training. , Scathach used magic to scrape Shinji's bones, which was quite painful.

"I-GuluGuluGulu-"

Shenji wanted to vent the pressure caused by the pain in the form of curses. Unfortunately, his water-avoiding magic was not yet mastered. He could only maintain a small distance near his mouth, nose, eyes and ears. If he moved a little bigger, water would pour into his mouth. It took a while. Only then did he recover.

Before he could spit out the water in his mouth, the Buddha's light also began to exert force, pushing back the black line spreading forward, followed by another burst of pain like a steel knife scraping bones.

At this time, Shenji 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 a state of mental and physical torture.

If Buddha's Light wins, then keep going until it's safe. If Fo Guang loses, he will cut off his right hand and return to Japan to let Cheng Zi help him make a prosthetic limb.

Thinking of his family and friends far away in Japan, Shinji's face that was pale due to pain gained a trace of color.

Orange will definitely laugh at me, laugh at me for being a fool.

Justice, who has a cold face but a warm heart, will probably not 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 cry, but she should send a double existence to follow me and not let me go anywhere.

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

Of course, I will definitely not agree, because the master is still waiting for me in the Kingdom of Shadows. After seeing the monotonous scenery of the "Land of Shadows" and experiencing the thousand-year loneliness, the only beautiful scenery in the black and white world has been deeply imprinted in Shinji's heart.

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

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

Somehow, after hearing these words, Shenji's heart calmed down inexplicably, and he did not waver even though the pain in his body got worse.

In this huge contrast between the body and the soul, the Buddha's name that awakens the relics is no longer repeated mechanically, but has new changes.

"There is a leader who casts the immeasurable brilliance and illuminates the heaven and the earth."

"At that time, the Buddha told the Bodhisattva and the four gods and humans: 'I have prayed for the Lotus Sutra for countless times in the past. I have never been tired. Among the many, I have always been a king. I have made vows to seek the superior Bodhi. My mind will not turn back. .”

"At that time, the World Honored One reiterated this meaning and said a verse——"

Shenji subconsciously followed the chanting, and before he knew it, he crossed his knees and clasped his hands together.

The brilliance of the Buddha's 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. Like a sword of wisdom that cut off three thousand troubles, it silently cut through the wrist of the right hand. The black line above, the starting point of corruption.

Thousands of meters away, on the river bank, there was blood flowing from the corner of the mouth of the "White Winged Man" who was also wrapping a black thread around his hand. The dark blood was the same color as the black thread.

The more powerful the curse, the easier it is to suffer backlash. That Buddha's light not only hurt the tangible curse, but also affected the birthplace of the curse along the invisible connection.

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

After being blocked many times overnight, even the ancient King of Dead Apostles could not help but feel restless, with a hint of hysteria in his voice.

Just when he was holding the black thread and preparing to continue to strengthen the curse, a trace of fish belly white appeared on the horizon, complementing the "Morning Star" that finally shined 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 such soft sunlight without any intensity that made "White Winged Duke" feel that his body, which had lost its temperature for thousands of years, felt the heat, as if there was a ball of fire burning on the surface of the skin.

Compared with the flowing Po River, the sun in the sky is a greater threat to the Dead Apostles. Under the sun, weak Dead Apostles will be wiped out into ashes. Even powerful Dead Apostles will be weakened from body to soul, from physical strength to ability. This is the price of immortality, a shortcoming engraved in genes and souls. The King of the Dead Apostles is no exception.

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

Feeling the power flowing through his body, "White Wing Duke"'s suppressed hysteria was finally released completely. He sensed the direction in which Shen Er was leaving for the last time, flapped his bare wings vigorously, and left this place that annoyed him.

After he left, a black shadow the size of a palm emerged from the distant rocks and disappeared in a flash.

Three days later, news of the failure of the "White Wing Duke" to intercept and kill the Clone brigade spread throughout Europe.

A week later, there was a new follow-up to the news.

On the night of the interception, the captain of the Clone Brigade, "The God of Death" and the "White Winged Duke" fought fiercely on the Po River plain. "White Winged Duke" was injured, and the whereabouts of "The God of Death" is unknown.

The Dead Apostles world is shocked!

The Holy Church was shocked!

The Magic Association is shocked!