Curse Return: Do I have to be a spellcaster as a member of the Heilongjiang Ministry?

"It is destined that only one person in this tent can get out alive."

Dangerous thoughts passed through his mind. Although they were all guesses, Atobe Keizawa thought that he had probably gotten the answer right. The cunning curse spirit was not really invincible, but was used to prolong the effect of the spell to delay time.

Atobe Kagezawa subconsciously bit his lower lip. The handle of the "Luoying" knife was warmed by his hand, and the sharp weapon in his palm was full of presence.

He hadn't used any spells yet. To be honest, relying solely on physical skills to fight against special-level curse spirits was a bit ineffective. Atobe Kagezawa felt the conscience of the non-existent assistant in his heart.

A little magician like him who considers himself an assistant really shouldn't have such big ambitions.

Shigure's martial art has not returned to the world. His body seems to have a mind of its own, stubbornly trying to compete with the cursed spirit in physical arts.

Aiming the tip of the knife at the resentful girl again, her momentum increased again. The resentful girl watched with plenty of time. She could vaguely see the scarlet tongue inside the mouth that was split on both sides. Atobe Keizawa raised his spirits. Lighten your body, step forward and strike at the cursed spirit.

……

...?

It was clear that he was attacking forward, but Atobe Kageze felt that his body was deviating from the planned direction. He fell to the ground with a bang, splashing water spread out, and cold sea water poured in through his collar, and the horizontal sword came out of his hand. !

Atobe Kagezawa's eyes were full of confusion, as if he was slow to understand the current situation. Even after taking three or two breaths, he still leaned on the spot and was unable to move.

The resentful girl covered her mouth and laughed foolishly, her ear-piercing laughter scratching her eardrums. The clear sneer declared the conjurer's defeat.

"..."

An itching sensation came over his throat, and Atobe Kageze couldn't help but let out a violent cough. A little seawater got into his mouth, and his tongue was stained with a bitter and salty taste.

The blond conjurer stood in the water with trembling hands and raised his knees to drag his body. The intense dizziness felt so familiar. It was probably a feeling engraved in his DNA.

Combined with the birth factors of the resentful girl, the answer is ready to come out.

A life-threatening pain filled the chest, and every breath seemed to take away a piece of life. Atobe Kagezawa gritted his teeth and said harshly: "It's due to excessive blood loss."

"I almost got deceived by you. This is the birthplace of special-level curse spirits." Atobe Keizawa managed to hold back the blackness in his eyes for a while: "The longer you stay here, the more likely it will be the effect of excessive blood loss. .”

The resentful girl said innocently: "Really? I originally had good intentions and wanted to live in peace with you, but it's a pity that you don't appreciate it."

The gasping sound dissipated into the darkness with the hot breath, and a feeling of weakness eroded along the limbs towards the heart. The conjurer kneeling in the water raised his hands and grabbed the clothes on his chest.

Although the situation has become very difficult, after the initial regret passed, those blue eyes gradually became less disturbing.

"Coexist in peace? How can humans and cursed spirits coexist in peace?"

The tone of the young man's words suddenly changed. A smile overflowed from the already calm young man's lips. The corners of his lips were pulled back, gradually widening into an extremely calm and crazy smile.

He pointed to the cave above his head and truly began to enjoy the battle of life and death: "Don't be anxious, only one person in this tent is destined to get out alive."

After hearing the meaning of his words, the resentful girl's face changed, with full hatred on her face. She was obviously a three-legged human being, but she challenged her majesty again and again.

The resentful girl raised her left hand, and her sharp nails reflected the luster of the water. This hateful human was kneeling on the spot like a tiny maggot. It was obvious that there was no room for resistance, but he was still saying arrogant words.

——To tear his mouth apart.

The enraged resentful girl no longer passively waited for the effects of the realm of birth to continue to play out, and the deterrent power of the super-level curse spirit burst out unscrupulously!

Dirty spell power seeped out from the fingernails of the resentful girl, carrying a bit of rancid smell. Atobe Kageze exerted force on his left leg and slid along the water for a distance.

The resentful girl's nails were almost as sharp as iron, and everything she touched was shattered. The fine stones and water droplets raised up sizzled like boiling soup under the erosion of the spell.

Atobe Kagezawa knew that the end of dragging him down would be to be killed, but he still couldn't restrain the loss of blood. The injuries caused by the horizontal sword to the cursed spirit could be recovered in the blink of an eye, but he could still feel that this recovery was not There is no cost at all.

Just like the reversal spell, the curse power consumption of the Resentful Girl is also huge.

He sighed, the ugly shadow of the resentful girl reflected in his deep pupils. The loose feeling caused by excessive blood loss did not affect his concentration in the slightest. His mind was rapidly calculating various strategies to defeat the enemy, and there were countless plans. One after another, these ideas were rejected.

Finally, under the influence of the attacks from the resentful women and excessive blood loss, Atobe Keizawa's steps gradually became staggering.

The former can still maintain the advantage of not letting the curse spirit get close to him despite the inch-long and inch-strong weapon. As time goes by, more and more of the resentful girl's nails have begun to fall on his body.

The blood contaminated by the spell soaked the cut clothes, and enchanting blood flowers splashed on the low water surface.

The resentful girl licked the blood on her nails and narrowed her eyes in enjoyment. The super-grade spell spirit played with the overly young spellcaster like a cat playing with a mouse.

It calculated that the boy's attack power was getting weaker and weaker, and it was difficult to even stand properly. Soon, very soon - he would become one of his collections.

The special-grade curse spirit, who was in a good mood, took a leisurely step and got closer to the black-haired boy who fell to the ground. Even though he was in such a mess, the boy's eyes were still sharp, as if he wanted to tear off the last piece of flesh and blood from his body even if he died. .

But what's the use?

The resentful girl laughed happily, watching the unsupportable boy fall miserably into the shallow water, struggling angrily, but could only watch as she approached.

The wet clothes were soaked in blood and stuck to his waist and abdomen. His lips were so pale that they were almost transparent and he opened and closed uncertainly. His hasty and heavy breathing clearly echoed in the cave.

The resentful girl squatted down, and the fingernails that were used as weapons had been withdrawn by it. It playfully extended its fingers with only bones left, and touched the young man's delicate but fragile cheek. As expected, the young magician showed a look of hatred but powerlessness. of humiliation.

As a result, it became even more excited, and its pleasant tone was full of joking: "As long as you beg for mercy from me and swear to serve me for the rest of your life, you can continue to live, how about it?"

The boy's body trembled violently, as if he was having a fierce ideological struggle. After a while, Atobe Kagezawa silently raised his left hand, his beautiful eyes hidden in the shadows under his slender shoes and hat, and the slipped cuffs revealed his pale face. wrist.

Atobe Kagezawa raised his hand with an almost humiliating sense of submission.

——Hold the hand bone on his face.