I'm clearly a villain [Quick Transmigration]

Qi Mo's body was covered with vindictiveness. When he faced the demon, he didn't seem to be struggling. He even pushed the demon back a long distance aggressively, fighting alone among the bones.

A frost spear condensed in the demon's hand. He tried hard to resist Qi Mo's attack, and finally turned into his own body in anger - a huge frost bird.

Demons seem to have the ability to change.After the handsome young man turned into a frost bird, a huge cold current spewed out from the pale white beak.The cold current is green and has the ability to corrode. The skeletons that encountered the cold current were all corroded, and it swallowed Qi Mo's whole body.

Fortunately, Qi Mo is not an ordinary person. He is the paladin commander of the Holy See, wearing knight armor personally blessed by the Pope.

So not only did he not get hurt a little in the cold current, but he broke a big hole, and a sword penetrated Frostbird's heart.

The demon turned into a human again. He was picked up in the air by the long sword, and there was an expression of extreme pain on his handsome face. If other people were here, they might soften their hearts for a moment.

But Qi Mo didn't.

The long sword in his hand suddenly burst into a strong light, exuding an extremely rich and pure light taste, the devil screamed, and soon melted little by little under the washing of this light force, leaving no trace down.

This force is very powerful, Qi Mo took the opportunity to rush to the side of the other person, and quickly helped him kill the demons, killing dozens of demons in a row, before Qi Mo noticed the sudden sense of weakness in his body. Under the cover of the strong man who protected him, he left the battlefield.

Behind the battlefield was the Jenningsgar Fortress. When he returned to the crowd, he couldn't support himself and knelt down, panting heavily, and supported his body with his long sword.

Today is just the first battle. His Majesty the Pope is protected in the rear to treat the seriously injured soldiers. Qi Mo's situation quickly attracted the attention of several medical staff, but a magician hidden in the hood took the first step Shot, helped him up, and said in a hoarse voice: "Master Knight, you need to take a good rest."

The knight armor on Qi Mo's body was covered with blood and dust, and he could no longer see his original appearance, so it was very normal that others could not recognize his identity.It was just a simple loss of strength, His Excellency the Chief Paladin did not intend to go to the busy Pope, he said weakly: "... I will trouble you."

"It's too noisy here," said the magician, "you need a quiet place."

This is the truth, Qi Mo really needs a quiet place.He did not refuse the magician's kindness, and was taken to a secluded place by him.

It is not far from the people who are being treated here, but the sound is much quieter.Qi Mo expressed his thanks to the magician, but the magician waved his hands and said in a voice that seemed to be pulling cloth, "It's okay, I'll get you a potion, some soup and bread."

Qi Mo took out some coins, handed them to him, and said, "Thank you very much, but I can't ask you to pay."

The magician paused, took the handful of gold coins, stuffed them casually into his arms, and walked towards the place where the crowd gathered.

Now it is on the battlefield, some medicines are provided for free, and soup and bread are always available.The magician soon came back with the potion, soup and bread. Qi Mo thanked him with a smile, hesitated for a while, or only opened the iron mask on the mask.

Because of bards and some painters, almost no one in the human race could recognize his face.After all, he is a paladin leader, and he will often appear in the public's sight, unlike the Pope, because he needs to be protected, so any information about him is hidden from ordinary people.

Qi Mo finished eating the soft bread first, then poured the thick and fragrant soup into his mouth, and finally recovered a little bit of energy.He looked at the last potion with some hesitation. The potion is good, but its taste is even daunting.Seeing that he hadn't taken the potion for a long time, the magician didn't urge him, but asked with some doubts: "You

Don't drink? "

"...I'll drink it later." He almost killed half of the demons by himself today, and the rest of the strong can deal with it.Today, he doesn't need to fight anymore, and he is not in a hurry to recover quickly.

"Why are you here?" He changed the subject.The magician didn't have any wounds on his body, and he didn't seem to have retreated from the battlefield because of injuries.

The magician was silent for a while, and said: "My staff is broken, and I have no ability to protect myself now, so I will stay here until the staff is repaired."

"Sorry..." Qi Mo said with some apologies, "If you need any magic materials, you can come to me."

Magicians must have some medium to perform magic, such as magic scrolls and magic wands.Most of the magic scrolls can only be used once and are disposable consumables. Only magic wands forged from special magic items are the partners of magicians in fighting together.

For some magicians, the magic wand is more important than their family and friends. The importance of the magic wand to the magician can be seen from this point.

A magician can also cast magic without the help of a magic wand, but those magics that can only read incantations have only two extremes, the strongest and the weakest, and there is no intermediate stage.

Those useless magic spells are completely useless on the current battlefield.While casting a powerful magic spell, the magician's fragile body cannot support the magic fluctuations it produces. When the magic exerts its power, the magician himself will become a part of the magic spell and be torn into countless pieces by the powerful fluctuations.

It might be very rare for a magic wand to shatter in normal times, but on this battlefield, it is nothing more than a normal thing.

A broken magic wand can be repaired, but it will take a certain amount of time to repair, so it is quite normal for a magician not to go to the battlefield because he does not have a magic wand.Qi Mo has no further thoughts at all.

The chief paladin chatted for a while with the poor magician who had lost his magic wand, and finally drank the potion when the magician couldn't help but looked at the potion with doubtful eyes.

The smell of the potion was indeed very strange, like a lot of mojicao added to rancid broth-a kind of sour and strange ghost thing, it was so disgusting that Qi Mo almost spit it out.

"Have you never drank this potion?" The magician squatted aside, looking a little puzzled.

Although the knight next to him didn't show anything obviously, the magician could tell that he didn't like this potion just by his tightly pursed lips.

"Not often." Qi Mo replied him."It smells so weird," he said.

The magician said: "Drink it a few times and you will get used to it."

It is impossible to get used to this taste after drinking it a hundred times!

Qi Mo pursed his lips, enduring the weird taste, while continuing to talk with the magician.But after a while, he already felt a sense of peace pervading, making people want to fall asleep and have a good rest.

"Are you tired?" The magician chatted with him for a while, as if he had just discovered his symptoms.

"Yes," Qi Mo said without doubt, "The potion has begun to work."

He once drank this kind of potion, it was a potion for refreshing people.However, it does not force people's spiritual power, but makes people fall into a deep sleep. During a short sleep, people's spirit and strength will be greatly restored.

Even if the body is injured, after taking the potion, the speed of wound healing will be significantly accelerated. It is a kind of almost omnipotent potion, and there are almost no other disadvantages except sleep required and strange taste.

The magician said: "Do you need me to help you go back to your room to rest?"

"No need," Qi Mo didn't want to reveal his identity, he took out a small cross and handed it to the magician: "It's a pleasure to meet you, if you need help, you can bring this to me at the Holy See. "

The magician took the cross, didn't say anything, and didn't insist on sending the chief paladin back who had concealed his identity. He just stood there and watched him leave.

After the figure disappeared, the magician moved again.He walked into the road on the other side, circled around the middle of the building a few times, and finally arrived at the Holy See, standing in a daze beside the guarding knight.

The two knights guarding the Holy See seemed to have not seen his existence at all, they kept their eyes fixed and motionless.The magician stood beside them for a while, then swaggered into the white buildings, as if they didn't exist, and walked directly into the place where the Pope lived.

The rooms of His Majesty the Pope and His Excellency the Paladin are very close. The magician walked into the room of His Majesty the Pope, sat on the bed casually, and took off the hood that hid his face, revealing an ordinary The face of a middle-aged man.

Water-like ripples fluctuated in the air, and with this fluctuation, the magician's face gradually blurred, as if a false mask had been dissolved by a potion.When his face became clear again, it was exactly the same as the face of His Majesty the Pope.

He casts a clone spell, and another magician appears before him as the spell ends.

The magician looked at the face of his avatar and touched his hair. The black, night-like hair turned into a beautiful silvery white. The magician blinked again, and those dark eyes also turned into A beautiful silvery white.

Another magician also changed his image with his movements, and now his face is no different from that of the Pope.

The magician nodded in satisfaction, took out a white gold dress and changed it, and now he is a living Pope, and the magician changed some subtle actions and expressions according to his avatar, his temperament and the Pope Like the crown, become holy and noble, like an angel descending under the throne of the God of Light.