Another Life: Elf Archer

Compared with the omniscient perspective of the Pope's projection, the second time his eyebrows were touched, Nian Nian basically fell into a coma. He was vaguely aware of the rapid loss of power in his body, and he also had a clear understanding of the direction of the flow of power, but he was still unable to Being completely awake, it was like falling into the deep sea. My eyes could not see clearly, and my ears were full of noise. I didn't know whether I was floating or falling. The heavy pressure coming from all directions made me dizzy and almost suffocating.

When she gradually woke up, the sudden relief felt a little unreal, but the blood that rushed to her face immediately made her see clearly the shock and disbelief in the eyes of the man in front of her.

Nian Nian understood at that moment that the Pope was not shocked by her power backlash against him, but was shocked that she really wanted to kill him.

To be precise, it wasn't her, it was the person behind her.

Nian Nian immediately found the only unfamiliar face in the hall, another elf woman besides her. Before she could open her mouth to defend herself, the elf woman had already flown to the Pope like a gust of wind, and knelt down beside him. Someone helped him up and let the weak-breathing pope lean on his shoulder.

Seeing this, Engus and Midir stood beside Nian Nian, one on the left and one on the right. Nian Nian was not sure whether they were protecting or monitoring.

"how do you feel"

Under the gaze of everyone in the hall, Adam was the only one who remained as calm as ever, looking at Nian Nian with concern.

"The force value returns to zero, and the psychological shadow area is infinite."

Nian Nian opened his mouth to speak feebly, and simply collapsed on the ground.

She was literally drained of all her strength, her hands and feet were no longer at her command, her blood line was locked at full level, her mana had dropped to the bottom, and there seemed to be no sign of recovery.

Fortunately, the system was kind and marked her with the name and duration of this state:

"Extremely weak" and continuing to recover, which will take three days.

Adam raised his hand, as if to shake off a piece of clothing from the void, and Nian Nian's cloak immediately appeared in his hand, and he draped it on Nian Nian.

Squatting down and helping Nian Nian tie up her cloak, Adam took her right hand and was a little surprised to see the mark on her wrist. He couldn't help looking up and found that Engus and Midir's eyes had also fallen here.

"The Moon Spirit Wood can perfectly resonate with any magical element, any." Engus was an insider, and he was not in the mood to explain more now, so he casually mentioned.

"The characteristic of the bow is to accumulate power and quickly release it." After Midiel finished speaking, his eyes moved to Nian Nian's face, "I originally thought that since I would use you as a medium, I would use the origin of the elves to devour and consume the divine power of the God of Creation. , you will also bear the consequences of weakness in the future, and I must leave you some benefits."

In other words, this was all originally planned, the only variable was

"The original power is mixed with highly toxic toxins, and it doesn't explode until it is absorbed by the Pope."

After checking the Pope's condition, the elf leader turned to look at Nian Nian. His eyes were calm and as deep as the sea. Nian Nian straightened his back unconsciously and stared back calmly without even frowning.

From the beginning to the end, he said nothing to her, the poor client, and made her unable to even help prevent him. Now that something went wrong, should she still be blamed?

But having said that, I feel that the relationship between the Pope and the patriarch is a bit strange. It doesn't seem like someone who is deeply scheming and plotting people's lives. So what are these people making such a fuss about, trying to clean up the Pope and take him back to the Seas Forest to raise him?

The elf leader retracted his gaze and held the Pope's hand tightly with one hand, constantly using his own vitality to suppress the spread of his poison. Unfortunately, the backlash was only halfway through. There were two forces tearing at each other in the Pope's body, and he couldn't care less. After getting rid of the toxin, it seems that he won't be able to wake up for a while, and he doesn't know if he will die.

Realizing that the situation was critical, he lowered his head and thought about it every year, wondering how it would end, and whether the Pope's poisoning had anything to do with him.

If it's a highly poisonous thing, why is she okay? What are the criteria for selecting victims for this highly poisonous thing?

No matter what, other people were calculating or not. Luna did so many tricks on her last night, and the Pope summoned her alone this morning. At that time, neither of them noticed anything strange, and they were able to hide everything under the nose of the big boss. Well, then a little person like her must have suffered a terrible disaster.

Adam patted the back of her hand comfortingly, stood up and took charge of the overall situation:

"I would also like to ask all guests to leave the table for the time being. We at the Pope's Chamber will arrange your stay properly so that you can rest peacefully. We hope you will wait patiently for what happens next."

The swords placed on the necks of the other two archbishops were neatly sheathed. The "rebellious" guards returned to their positions, straightened their sweat-soaked uniforms, and began to politely ask the guests to leave.

He looked at the Pope who was uncertain whether he was alive or dead, and then looked at the three Engus and Nian Nian who were staying with the Pope. He tentatively believed that the solemn faces on these people's faces were not fake. He considered the possibility of "what if". After thinking about the consequences of the conflict that broke out on the spot, the other two archbishops chose to follow Adam's arrangement and pointed out their cronies to help accommodate the guests. The two looked at each other, walked to the Duke of Usher, and asked softly:

"I wonder who the Duke and the Elf Chief are..."

"Mother and son."

The Duke didn't even look at him, he just stared at the haggard face of the Elf leader, his brows furrowed, and he seemed to want to stop him.

This answer was surprising, and the two archbishops immediately turned to look at Engus and Midir.

"What a coincidence, we also have a mother-son relationship."

Engus didn't want to speak, so Midir glanced sideways.

The two archbishops were immediately shocked. They looked at the unconscious pope, took two steps back, and then pointed at the elf leader who happened to be looking over. They quarreled for a long time.

"It seems that I am not the only one who knows the Pope's true identity." Adam was a little surprised.

He believed that this was a secret among the secrets of the Holy Church. If he had not had a special status and could know some settings, he would have definitely speculated on the existence of this possibility as extremely unreasonable.

"Yes, there are some clues. Originally," another archbishop looked back at the guests who had not yet been evacuated, and pursed his lips, "originally it was not a big problem."

As a colleague, Adam naturally understood:

"Well, as long as he continues to absorb divine blood, his mortal identity will naturally be forgotten, and even his own memory and personality will disappear."

"After all, among the previous popes of the Holy Church, his integration with the divine blood is the fastest and the synchronization rate is the highest. As long as we wait a little longer, he will be the true incarnation of the creation god." The archbishop regretted The ground sighed.

After a period of silence, Nian Nian cautiously spoke:

"I said, could it be that it's the relationship I thought about?"

Midiel, who was standing next to her, stretched out his hand to hold the top of her head and pressed hard:

"Whatever you're thinking, don't say it."

Nian Nian's neck was almost broken by him, but Midiel's reaction also indirectly proved that her guess was correct, incredibly correct and jaw-dropping.

Nian Nian shrank back, remembering Simil's magical ability to turn into a puddle, and wanted to learn it.

She helped her wife plot against her husband, but she accidentally poisoned her husband and was caught by her three sons. Who would die if she didn't?

No, the relationship between the pope and the elf patriarch happened hundreds of years ago. If they have been separated for so long, it can be considered divorced because the ex-wife took their son to find a place, but she got in the middle. Will she be misunderstood? Damn it, In this situation, she is definitely going to be misunderstood, right? It seems that she deserves to die even more.

Nian Nian raised his hand and pulled Engus's sleeve:

"You know, I am a good elf with a family. I even brought someone to meet you, and he even helped you take care of your children."

The corner of Engus's mouth moved, and under Midiel's inexplicable and strange gaze, he slapped Nian Nian on top of his head.

The arrogance was punished, so Niannian crawled away confidently and sat quietly with his knees in his arms.

Since everyone seemed calm and still in the mood to listen to her nonsense, it meant that the situation was not serious and she was at ease.

After a while, Engus seemed to have exhausted his patience and walked to the Pope to check the situation:

"Actually, as long as the chaotic power in his body is ignored, no matter how deadly the poison is, it doesn't matter."

Regardless of whether it is the divine power from the God of Creation or the origin of elves containing vitality, as long as one party has the upper hand and suppresses the other party, it can be brought back to life immediately. Now my mother's persistence is nothing more than

"We can't fall short. If we stop this time, we will never have the chance to remove all the divine blood from his body."

Engus wanted to say something else, but the Duke had already held his shoulders, watching him shake his head silently, turning around and blocking behind the clan leader, with a red long bow in his hand, and purple electricity flashed across the bow.

With a long sigh, Engus stood up and found Nian Nian, grabbed her right wrist, and tried to activate the mark of the Moon Spirit Bow.

"I still need to be an intermediary," Nian Nian guessed.

The "agent" paused, and Engus glanced at her, "If you come closer now, you will either be squeezed dry to death, or you will be torn apart by the mixed force coming from the reverse impact. You can choose whichever is more comfortable. way of death."

Nian Nian quickly shook his head: "No, thank you, you're welcome."

Engus didn't speak any more and concentrated on guiding his power into Nian Nian's body. Nian Nian cooperated very well. When he saw that his mana had increased a little, he immediately traced the shape of the Moon Spirit Bow in his mind.

It may be that his extremely weak state has affected Nian Nian's concentration, or it may be that there is an extra arrow on the mark of the Yue Ling Bow. After more than ten minutes, even Engus felt sweat on his forehead before he put the Yue Ling Bow on it. The spiritual bow was summoned.

There is only a bow, no arrows, but there are many small gold and black patterns on the bow, which inexplicably adds a bit of evil.

"The only weapon in the world today that combines the elements of natural magic and the two opposing forces of light and darkness."

Midiel's attention was drawn and he commented with some envy.

Nian Nian swallowed:

"You don't have to say it so harshly."

The guests had withdrawn. The bishops and priests who accompanied the church had no intention of leaving. At this moment, they all looked at the bow in her hand with burning eyes. The hands holding the bow were affected by these hot gazes every year. It was burning hot, and many people realized something. They looked at the bow with fear and a bit of regret.

"I'll give you some pressure, be vigilant at all times, and fight to the death, so that you can hone your will and martial arts."

Midir said sternly, and he could only hear a lot of gloating about his misfortune.

He handed the Moon Spirit Bow to Engus and waved his hand generously:

"I gave it to you, take it and use it, you're welcome."

Engus looked at her for a while, then stood up and reached out to pat her head again. Nian Nian smiled and touched her head without saying anything more.

It’s true that I gave away the Moon Spirit Bow with my hands. Nian Nian has already felt the subtle sense of separation when the player character is completely separated from the weapons and equipment, and I can’t help but feel a little disappointed.

It is estimated that as Midir said, this was a compensation and thank you gift for her, so neither the Elf Chief nor the Duke planned to ask her to hand over the things again.

Midiel's comment not only informed her of the preciousness of this item, but also suggested how she should choose.

After all, we are a family, and it is only natural to "squeeze" outsiders when the situation there is critical and the need arises.

Besides, Engus and the other three might not have the means to seize it by force. She might as well hurry up, make a good impression, and maybe return the Moon Spirit Bow to herself later.

Engus came to take it without saying a word. He looked tough, but he was also close and unpretentious, because Nian Nian was his disciple, so he was unfamiliar with negotiating terms.

Of course, in the end, it was also confirmed every year that regardless of whether it happened or not, the Yueling Bow would definitely be returned to her.

Putting the Moon Spirit Bow into the hands of the clan leader, the clan leader raised his hand and quickly drew rows of runes. After a few breaths, the Moon Spirit Bow disappeared. The Duke, Engus and Midir immediately formed a triangle to surround the clan leader and the Pope. Among them, the long bow and the five-pointed spear were ready to go, but Adam was still guarding Niannian.

Seeing that the elf leader's stern face gradually relaxed, and the pope's expression distorted by pain also showed signs of relaxing, the people in the Holy Church who had not reacted before also saw the role of the bow.

This is really to abduct their pope to the elves.

Feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles, like a light on his back, Nian Nian thought for a moment and moved to the edge of the protective circle of Engus and the others, facing away from everyone, out of sight.

"It won't work for you to suppress him unilaterally like this. It will also make you weak and weak. It's better to transfer the divine blood out of his body at the same time."

An old voice came from the corner, and Nian Nian turned to look:

"Dean Agate"

It seemed that no one had noticed his presence before. Everyone present turned their heads to look at him in surprise. The white-robed priest with quick reaction was about to stop him immediately. Agate coughed lightly and touched the ground with the crutch in his hand. A dark crack immediately appeared on the ground, swallowing the three people inside. The crack disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if it had never appeared.

Others who were closer immediately backed away in fear.

How could they forget that this old guy was a strong man who could single-handedly destroy a country and sect his clan hundreds of years ago?

However... the insider couldn't help but look at the elf patriarch and her three sons with malicious intent.

Wasn't the country that this old thing destroyed back then the Elf leader's lover's country?

"Agate, long time no see."

Unfortunately, the imaginary tense situation did not appear. The Elf Chief greeted them calmly, and the three Engus nodded politely.

"Long time no see, Olimp," Agate slowly approached, looking at the three Engus kindly as he walked, "I didn't expect that the three children back then had grown to such an extent."

"This is also thanks to your mercy back then and your willingness to take risks to save them."

"After all, Ronan is also a close friend of mine. I had no choice but to preserve his bloodline. It's a pity that I have been in the Papal States for so long, but I never realized that the new pope was him."

Nian Nian lowered his head and pricked his ears and discovered that this was another big piece of gossip.

"His memory is defective and his appearance has changed. It's natural that you can't recognize him."

Elf leader Olymp's fingers gently brushed the Pope's face, and there was an undercurrent of deep longing in his gentle tone.

Agate was silent for a moment: "Then you recognize it too."

"Well, I recognized it at first sight." Olymp said with a soft smile.

"So, you were imprisoned by him voluntarily."

Agate sighed, he was not very surprised by this, but he was still a little bit upset.

"He can't imprison me."

"Well, I also guess that you have other plans."

"Thank you." Olymp looked at Nian Nian who bowed his head and said nothing.

"Actually, I didn't do anything." Agate waved his hand and returned to the topic, "I'm here to help you draw the divine blood out of his body."

Olymp pondered for a moment and nodded: "That's fine. With you here, it will definitely go smoother."

Every year I watch Agate slowly approaching on crutches. The moment I pass him by, I always feel that there is something I have overlooked.

"Wait can't believe him"