high castle elves

Baitulla was very fast, and Alamir tried his best to keep up.

"I still underestimated the evil in the world..." As an extraordinary race like vampires, the characteristics of the Children of the Night allow them to move faster in the dark, and they are born with high agility. The tall elves are also somewhat inferior.

In the end, Alamir held Baitura's hand and ran in the darkness. Although it felt good to hold her, which was not a small "evil", Alamir felt a little uncomfortable when he thought of holding a corpse. nausea.

And...it's too slippery to grab!

Silk robes can well resist the penetration of arrows. This Baitullah is wearing a smooth silk robe, and because of its shape, it is difficult for Alami to exert force, and it is impossible for him to make the other party take off his clothes... ........

Although Baitulla might not mind.

Therefore, Alamir, who was holding the hand of a "voluptuous corpse" and running in the dark, always felt like a scholar in Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio.

He also didn't understand how those scholars who were said to attack "ghosts" got past this level in his heart.

The teachings of saints, ethics and morals are not mentioned, no wonder those scholars can't pass the exam and live in the temple in the deserted mountains!Even if I, Alamir, die, I will never fall in love with a ghost!

Friendship between life and death, as long as you are brave, female ghosts take maternity leave, what kind of ghosts are these~!While Alamir was thinking this, he looked at the pair of ghost eyes next to him that seemed to be suspended in the darkness, like blood-red gems, and felt a little irritated.

He had already felt that after entering the black prison, an emotion that made him feel dirty and irritable was lingering around him, trying to invade his mind. Looking at Baitulla next to him, Alamir suddenly had a thought in his heart. The feeling of wanting to kill the other person.

This situation is very rare. Not to mention the Taoist inner strength of quietness and inaction that he practices. As a psychic, it is very rare for his emotions to be affected and his mind to fluctuate.

Fortunately, his steel soul is constantly working, and the power of his mind is transformed into an invisible, hard psychic shell, which continuously absorbs the emotional power in the air and turns it into his own nutrients.

poisonous! ! !Alamir suddenly noticed.

The air here is dirty and thick. Alamil, who is moving at high speed, cannot feel the friction and pleasure of the wind passing over his body. Instead, he feels like sticky asphalt hanging on his body.

Moreover, these "asphalts" are still poisonous - the ubiquitous black mist will corrode flesh and blood. If Alamir hadn't used his true energy to resist it, he would have turned into the corrosive monster he saw before, with pits and bumps on his body. A foul-smelling purple-black liquid that was either blood or pus flowed out of the small hole.

This kind of poison not only refers to toxins in the air, but also——

Heart poison!

Alamir tentatively named these negative influences around him. As the Steel Soul continued to absorb certain emotions and thought fragments in the air, Alamir discovered that the Steel Soul did not completely suppress them!

The "impurities" inside were like tarsal maggots, constantly flowing into Alamir's spiritual lake along his spiritual passage, and he had to spend more spiritual energy to destroy them.

Calculated in this way, the spiritual power transformed by the steel soul is not as good as the "consumed" one!

Is this the power of the God of Corruption?Compared with physical corrosion, corrosion on the mental and spiritual levels exists all the time. Feeling that the dark desires in his body are getting more and more ready, Alamir quickly turned off the absorption suppression of the steel soul and strengthened the spiritual protection on the body surface. The spiritual lake in Dantian rotates like a Tai Chi diagram, crushing, absorbing, and transforming the dark desires inside into pure spiritual energy.

Taoism does not renounce love and desire, nor does it attempt to eliminate the seven emotions and six desires, but rather faces it squarely, coexists with one's own shortcomings, and transforms them into one's own understanding and confirmation of the Tao!

The phase of the two rituals is actually the philosophy and art of dynamic transformation.

Compared with "heart poison", the pressure and temptation brought by endless darkness are the most terrifying.

This darkness is very strange. It is a kind of absolute silence and darkness. I can't tell the direction. The transfer of space and the flow of time are almost invisible in this absolute darkness.

The surrounding darkness has an oppressive and suffocating feeling. The thick darkness seems to never end, making people feel irritated, fearful and desperate. They want to roar a few times, and if they don't pay attention, they will have fantasies in front of them. Even if Alamir keeps his mind tight, he still can't resist this endless erosion and erosion.

Will she suddenly attack me?Is this a trap?Is the soul contract invalid in Hell?Although he knew that these suspicions were just suspicions, without paying attention, these emotions and thoughts still made Alamir subconsciously want to throw away Baitulla's hand and point his sword at her.

Or throw yourself into this darkness.

Because Alamir discovered with horror that, unknowingly, the temptation of this darkness for him had grown to a point that made him a little scared, and the filthy holy words vaguely sounded in his ears.

Everything decays, but the black mist remains forever!

I guess, this is the place where gods were once imprisoned. The influence of the God of Corrosion is so powerful. Even though the God of Corrosion has fallen for so long, his influence is still so terrifying.

However, the strange thing is that the vampires around him are not affected at all.

"That's it." Judging from the soul fluctuations and thought fragments coming from Baitula in the soul contract, Alamir finally understood.

This black mist is all aimed at the "living" and leads them to the path of decay. As the undead who are already decayed and dead, of course they will not be affected.

Feeling his own undead aura, Alamir finally understood one of the reasons why the old vampire made him sign a contract with Baitulla.

Because only by signing the contract, Alamir can use the power of the undead and escape the terrifying corrosion inside.If he is a living person, let alone walking out of this darkness, just the corrosive spirits he encounters when entering the path of eternal night are enough for him to drink a pot. The more he kills, the faster he will die.

Even if they fight all the way without encountering the elites and leader monsters inside, the heart-devouring darkness and ubiquitous spiritual corrosion are enough to drive a determined professional crazy, causing them to get lost and die in the darkness, becoming the next corrosive spirit monster. .

In fact, this is how these corrosive spirits came from. Alamir learned from Baitulla's introduction.

Although he knew that the old vampire could never be so kind and was probably one of the baits in the trap, Alamir couldn't help but hold on to Baitulla's hand.

"Here we are, master." Baitulla sounded in Alamir's ears like a love.

Alamir also knew it was coming, because his vision suddenly went dark.

Although this description is strange, Alamir doesn't know how to describe the strange scenery in front of him.

Behind him was an invisible thick dark mist. The corrosive power emitted from it made people confused and corrupted their bodies, but in front of him was another kind of darkness.

It was almost dim. Alamir's excellent eyesight could see the road ahead clearly. However, what made Alamir's eyes darken was another kind of "glaring" darkness.

A sun emitting black light spreads its fierce and vicious light into this space. It is obviously black, but it is extremely dazzling.

Dark sun! !The symbol of Cyric, the black sun that brings terror, violence, and weirdness.

The scene in the black prison is so strange.

And just under the dark sun, a huge oak tree stood between the sky and the earth. The huge crown of the tree exuded a glistening golden light, like the World Tree in the black prison.

No way... Alamir couldn't help but exclaimed when he looked at the oak tree in the distance that exuded a strong natural aura.

"Adamantine Crusher??"

What was even weirder was that he remembered a cold and strange voice in his ears.

"Hello........."

Blood flashed.

Then the sword came out.