i used to be a devil

The Doslia Auction House is very lively at all times.

All the people in Boltton Township have been evacuated, and the remaining people, apart from the local church and the street guards, are the spokespersons of the prophets "from the imperial capital".

The originally luxuriously decorated hall is now empty, with a huge alchemy formation engraved on the ground.

Ello stood far away, looking at the whole room as if it was covered with flowing gold, his eyes fell on the masked Prophet Messenger in front of him again, "Something seems to be going wrong."

The golden liquid flowing in the room suddenly rose, and in the transformation of alchemy, it changed into various strange appearances, like clay being kneaded by a pair of invisible hands, gradually taking shape.

Twisted into a rough human shape, and then those golden liquids solidified and fixed, Elro watched them fall back into the alchemy array like a fading tide, and then calmed down and turned back into a pool of quietly flowing liquid.

"If the prophet's words are wrong, in what direction do you think things will develop?" The envoy wearing a mask slowly raised his hand, and a cluster of liquid stripped from the alchemy liquid in front of him was like floating bubbles, shaking It wobbled and landed on his outstretched palm.

Constantly changing shape, the small ball turned into a prickly needle ball in the messenger's hand, and then he squeezed it into a ball when he closed his hands for a while.

"You want to say that the traitor descended on Iran Field? The reason? Just because of the name?" Elro sneered at such a hypothesis, "The devil is dead, we just need to wait for the first god to be resurrected again. "

The envoy who stood still did not speak for a while, the golden liquid churning in the alchemy array still looked a bit manic, as if it would roar and drown everything in the next second.

"Do you believe it?" After being silent for a long time, Elro saw the masked man looking slightly over there, raised his voice slightly, and asked slowly: "I killed the first god Yirang, The first god will be resurrected in this world, but you believe that he can't?"

It's hard to refute such words, but Elro doesn't care, his expression remains unchanged, he firmly believes in what he knows, and calmly answers: "The first god can't make mistakes."

"..." It seems that from such a conversation, I have fully realized what is called the rigidity of church knights.The beliefs and ideals of the two people are not on the same line. It is obviously a waste of time to persuade such a person. The envoy wearing a mask concentrates on urging the alchemy circle in front of him. You must know that the other party does not believe it, but he knows very well that he is about to face it. What's right, "So, you think your former colleagues can stop Yirang?"

The magic circle on the ground and the golden liquid in the alchemy circle reflected the same light and shadow in the room where there was not much light. Standing under such a scene, Elro felt inexplicably fascinated.

The so-called alchemy touch stone into gold, or it is what it looks like now——

The person standing above spoke again, he seemed to want to say something about Elro, or just wanted to say these words, "For any existing alchemist, creating an alchemy puppet with strength above the seventh level is very difficult. It's impossible." He said so, and as soon as he gave it away, he threw the small ball of golden liquid back into the alchemy formation.

The formation was running again, and once again slowly condensed a prototype that seemed to be a human.

"Human body alchemy does not exist, but it can only be strengthened and changed on the original basis-have you ever seen a creation?" Asked Elro back, the envoy wearing a mask slightly hooked his head, turned his eyes slightly and looked down knight.

"..."

Pursing his lips tightly, Elro couldn't answer the question of the seemingly capable alchemist in front of him.According to what he knows, under the alchemist's alchemy, everything created by them is called creation. According to some popular sayings, alchemy is the ability closest to the gods.

"It's not those alchemists who just put gold on their faces—" Looking at the front of the envoy with slightly lowered eyelids, the complex patterns on the body of the messenger standing in front of the alchemy formation are different in light and dark, as if shining on the night sky. Galaxy. ""

In the middle of his speech, he suddenly stopped. The slight sound caused him to look away, and the next second the originally closed door of the hall was suddenly blasted open.

Slashed by the sword energy, it turned into a number of irregular fragments. After flying out with a bang, it fell to the ground and brought up a cloud of fly ash.

Two figures walked from the door in unison.

On the corridor behind them, an unknown number of corpses were lying here and there, and the blood flowing out even invaded the hall.

The steps of the two were almost in sync. One left and one right held the sword viciously, and swung it neatly, causing the sticky blood on the sword body to be thrown on the ground, splashing out a pool of dark color.

"Are you talking about these two?"

Elro stopped in front immediately, and the scabbard in his hand was thrown aside by him as he drew the sword, "Why do I feel that it is not much different from those standing in the alchemy circle behind you?"

Between the words, Elro had already swung his sword forward.

On the other side, the two alchemy puppets in front of him - Alina and Charles, faced Elro's attack, Alina did not move, but Charles went forward.

The sound of weapons clashing echoed in Peng Peng's ears, endlessly.

Alina thrust the sword into the ground with her backhand, and stood with both hands on the sword. She just glanced at Elro, and then turned her eyes to the masked man beside the alchemy formation.

"Your magic fluctuations are very familiar."

With a straight face of indifference, Alina's conversation at this time seemed very contemptuous.

The masked alchemist smiled when he heard the words, and replied: "Yes, I have forgotten that when you are alchemy puppets, you don't rely on your face when you recognize people."

"You are familiar with His Majesty." Alina affirmed this sentence, and the man wearing the mask nodded slightly, without denying it.

The conversation paused a little after this sentence.

Elro, who was wrestling with Charles over there, swung his sword suddenly, with large and small wounds on his body, which forced Charles, who was not injured at the time, to turn over and get out of the attack range.

Swinging the sword again, Charles took a few steps back and made a simple gesture again.

Elro staggered back a few steps before stopping in embarrassment. He raised his hand and pressed it on the shoulder blade. The original armor had been shattered, and the white gauntlet was stained red by the spilled blood.

After twisting his fingers a little, the blood stained on them finally condensed into a dark color. Elro looked up at Charles over there, quite dissatisfied.He clenched the big sword in his hand, activated his fighting spirit again, and adjusted his posture slightly, "Just using the alchemy puppet to rush all the way to us, such an attitude really makes people feel underestimated."

"Looking down?" Hearing this, the emissary above frowned slightly, and he looked straight ahead, as if looking into the distance, "How should I put it - probably think we are making trouble for no reason?"

Relying on magic, he has been observing the situation of Yirang who did not appear, the short-lived and terrifying Tianjihuo, the church knight who was killed in an instant, the sudden appearance of magic cover, and after that, the Hades appeared only.

After saying this, he took a deep breath, took out a bottle of high-purity mana recovery potion from his alchemy pocket, and poured it down. He said to Elro, "Stand back."

As a bottle of magic recovery agent was poured down, the sudden increase in magic power made the golden liquid in the entire alchemy formation almost violently active.

Originally, the formation method of fabricating puppets at a certain speed suddenly increased the speed, and the puppets were like machines activated one by one, jumping out of the alchemy formation one by one with a terrifying momentum, and blocked in front of Elro.

Unlike Elina and Charles, these puppets don't have a human appearance like them, but more of a product of alchemy at first glance.

Guan Ze's metal body, blurred facial contours, and twice the size of a normal person's body.Except that it looks like a human being, there is no other part that can be related to a human being.

"This world doesn't need God anymore."

The voice of the envoy came from a high place, and he slightly tightened his fist in his hand, and all the puppets rushed forward.They had no weapons in their hands.The appearance of rushing up with bare hands seemed quite reckless.

Charles swung his sword upwards, while Alina chose to jump away from the spot and did not fall in mid-air. She held the long sword horizontally in her hand and used it as a staff, "Thunder."

There was not too much chanting of incantations, just two short characters, the magic elements around her instantly condensed, and the thick thunder and lightning appeared out of thin air, wreaking havoc in this relatively small space.

Crackling thunder rang out, and Charles backed away tacitly. Those lightning attacks landed on the puppet in front of him indiscriminately, and everything in front of him was covered by thunder.

Alina fell a little bit, looking at the jumping thunder and lightning, "It's a variant of your majesty's alchemy."

Thunder and lightning also restricted the movement of the opponent's alchemy puppets while attacking. If such a number of alchemy puppets were to attack at the same time, it would be a bit difficult for the two of them.

"You seem to be hiding something terrible." Charles retreated to his previous position, he raised his hand to brush an extra scar on his cheek, and locked his eyes dangerously on the masked envoy over there, "The familiar wave of magic power , the use of alchemy is not ordinary, I always feel that I should tear off your mask to see if the result is the same as I guessed?"

Saying so, he exerted strength on his feet, and after Alina blessed him tacitly, Charles rushed out like an arrow off the string.

"If you look down on alchemy, you will die miserably—or you didn't die."

The floor of the hall, where there was only dim moonlight, lit up without warning, and the huge magic circle drawn on the floor of the entire hall gradually outlined its original appearance under the nourishment of the magic power on the dry riverbed like swollen water.

The golden liquid rushed towards Charles like a giant snake, and the sound of the wind was somewhat distorted.It was just a few quick fights in the blink of an eye that made Charles change his intention, from attacking to avoiding the edge.

"As the creation of the traitor, as long as the traitor is still there, you will always wake up." Standing in the middle of the formation, the masked alchemist stated, "It sounds good, doesn't it? Thinking about it this way, as The existence of Yirang, the traitor, is really powerful and dazzling, as a belief, it must be a reassuring existence, right?"

"Aren't all alchemists followers of His Majesty?"

"No, no, no." The alchemist shook his head, and his voice rose slightly as he spoke, "There shouldn't be gods in this world—the kind of weak and incapable messengers from the gods doesn't matter, but gods like Yirang, It really shouldn't show up again."

His standing upright posture became stronger because of the language, and under the half-mask hanging on his face, the smile on his mouth seemed to be looking down on the world.

The eyes are looking at everything in front of them, and it seems to see the whole world.

"Since I have completely left this world, I shouldn't come back." He looked at the dark corridor behind the two of Charles, the broken door frame and the corpse lying on the ground, making it impossible for anyone to come back there. It seems that they are all more like the road to the underworld.

The moonlight fell in from the window, and then continued to extend along with the smell of death.

The moon god controls death, and the place where the moonlight shines is a guide to illuminate the way for the dead.

Alina's lightning barrier was breached, and during the process of dodging and attacking, Charles' body gradually became abnormal after being attacked more or less by alchemy formations.

Alina, who was besieged by four faceless puppets, was hit from behind because of a momentary mistake.In a short moment, she turned the sword in her hand and held it backwards, resisted the force, cut off the legs of one of the puppets at the knees, and was sent flying out by the force of the next punch, and crashed into the puppet. in the wall.

The moment Yi Rang stepped into the hall, he had suffered several losses in the alchemy formation, and Charles, whose body was mostly decomposed by the alchemy formation, just landed in front of him.

Not too far away, Kankan is right at his feet.

"Boom." There was a sound, and some dust was raised.

"..." Stopping, Yirang lowered his body to look at Charles on the ground. The moment the latter saw him, with a pious yearning on his face, he tried hard to speak: "Your Majesty—"

His eyes were full of pleading, one hand had been disintegrated by the alchemy formation, and the alchemy liquid that was still reacting fiercely to eat away at his body was also on his face and body.

Yirang brushed his forehead with his hand, and Charles closed his eyes with a smile. The strength that his body was still resisting decomposition disappeared, and turned into a puddle of metal powder in a blink of an eye.

Picking up a bead in the powder, Yi Rang put it into the alchemy pocket while looking at the enemy in front of him.The original happy expression of the alchemist standing on a high place gradually disappeared, and finally only indifference remained.

He looked at Yirang, the soul of a god living in the body of a three-star mage, but always relaxed and freehand, and asked him with an overlooking attitude, "Do you think I shouldn't appear again, Rosemil?"

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