You are so beautiful when you are pitted by me [Quick wear]

What happened to the Dark Continent, no one will know.

But Xiao Shu, who was standing on this land, was very clear about one thing: the mechanical voice said that everything that happened in the Dark Continent would affect the peace of the Continent was definitely not a lie, and it might even be more than that simple.

"According to this progress, it shouldn't be a problem to destroy the entire continent." Xiao Shu smiled wryly, knowing deeply that his trip was indeed a big one.

The rustling sound was around, and all kinds of monsters shuttled among the withered grass, almost without any shelter, densely packed, everywhere.

There is no grass on the dark continent, and the bare ground is covered with a layer of black magic power. The aura of black magic is strong, and the magic fluctuations are much stronger than the Pope's full body magic. Xiao Shu is very clear about it. Know: Today, things will change.

Such a powerful black magic covers an area, not to mention eliminating the black magic here, even preventing its spread is almost impossible.

Xiao Shu's body seems to have an innate ability to restrain magic, and it grows step by step as he grows up, but it can only deal with high-level magicians, magisters, and existences of the holy rank, who can still move their fingers. It could kill him.

There are many monsters assimilated by black magic in the magic forest, and there are even many skeleton warriors summoned by undead magic.

It's also his luck that he didn't meet the holy rank, otherwise he would have been a corpse at this time.

But even though it is not now, it seems to be fast.

Xiao Shu wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and suddenly regretted not being more impulsive before leaving.

The undead knight behind him was getting closer, and his speed was much faster than him.

Xiao Shu was forced to stop and face to face.

The sword in his hand came from the one he took back from the palace that day, and it was enchanted by the pope in the temple, so it won't take a drop of blood. At this time, it is still silver and smooth, and even looks better than his embarrassing master. many.

Xiao Shu felt a little helpless, he leaned back, leaning on the sword to support himself, taking a short rest.

Apart from the two or three small wounds on his face, his abdomen was also in severe pain, and there were countless large and small wounds on his body.

What's more terrible is that the monster that hurt him may be poisoned itself, and his legs are still a little numb, and he is almost unconscious.

He closed his eyes, regained his energy, and when a strong wind suddenly came in front of him, he sideways avoided the frontal blow of the undead knight.

This action pulled the wound, and he was a little weak after falling on the ground sideways, and it was difficult to stand up again.

Some undead knights with sporadic IQ let out a "Jie Jie" laugh, as if they had seen the stubborn prey in front of them turn into a puddle of minced meat, blue-purple flames burst out from their empty eye sockets, and they were a little excited .

It raised the sickle in its hand high, and suddenly prepared to attack.

Xiao Shu's face was pale, his brows were frowning, and he looked like he was in unbearable pain, but he curled his lips slightly where the undead knight could not see.

At the same time, under the feet of the undead knight who was rushing forward, a white pentagram suddenly lit up, and a white light curtain enveloped its whole body. Try to hide half of it.

A defensive array arranged by the magic power left by the pope, the ability is healing and defense.

However, the defense of light magic means destruction to the undead.

The undead knight suddenly turned into a plume of black smoke, lifted into the sky and disappeared with the darkness of light magic, and disappeared in ashes.

Xiao Shu, who had eliminated the momentary crisis, moved his legs and tried to stand up, but a voice came from behind: "Xiao Shu, long time no see."

The person's voice was hoarse and strange, and Xiao Shu couldn't remember who the familiar voice hidden under the strangeness came from.

"Why, don't you remember me?" The visitor seemed to chuckle slightly, and the laughter was like sand and stones grinding through paper, with a harsh echo.

A person's face suddenly flashed in Xiao Shu's mind, and he wanted to turn around, but at this moment his leg hurts badly, even with a kind of scorching heat.

The source of the voice stopped speaking, and Xiao Shu, who was distracted by the pain for most of his attention, could hardly judge the location of the other party, until the cold edge suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, he subconsciously dodged for a while.

But it was too late to dodge, the blood gushed out almost instantly, with a deep black.

As soon as the sword succeeded, the man's hand flashed black, and the sharp sword broke out of his body again and returned to his hand.

"Xiao Shu." The visitor licked his lips, his voice trembling with excitement, "You shouldn't have come here."

The man gradually approached, and his face became clear in front of Xiao Shu.

The blond man showed a hideous look on his face, but if he looked closely, who else could he be if he wasn't Prince Hisoka who was supposed to die?

Xiao Shu was not overly surprised, but just squeezed the stone in his palm, relying on the tiny pain to maintain his consciousness, slowly tried to move his body, and backed away.

Hisoka walked up step by step with the sword in his hand, he didn't care about Xiao Shu's small movements at all, his expression was arrogant and crazy, and his face was filled with the pleasure of revenge.

He raised his hand, and was ready to stab forward, making up the last sword.

Xiao Shu's eyes darkened, and he fixed his eyes on the tip of the sword, but at the next moment, he saw a touch of whiteness come into view.

The white and slender hand with well-defined joints, with just two fingers, easily pinched the tip of the sword, preventing Hisoka from moving forward.

"You shouldn't be here."

The pope's voice was soft, as if a feather had brushed against the tip of a person's heart, but the bottom of his words was ice-cold, condensing the wrath that would destroy everything.

He opened his mouth slowly again, swearing his sovereignty: "He is mine."

Cracks began to appear on the long sword from the part pinched by the pope, and it suddenly spread upwards, forcing Hisoka to let go of the sword in his hand and quickly backed away.

The pope let go of his hand, let the fragment fall to the ground, and approached Hisoka step by step.

"Come on, tell me, what do you think, how did you die?" He smiled slightly, the coldness in his eyes almost solidified.

Hisoka, who had never seen the pope like this before, was stunned for a moment, and then he was full of unwillingness. The light red color gradually stained his eyes, and he shouted at the pope angrily and puzzled: "Why? Me too Your disciple!"

The Pope rubbed the scepter he had just taken out from his hand, his expression was focused without raising his head, and he sneered at Hisoka's reaction: "Disciple? What are you?"

It seemed that time froze in an instant, and even the hunting wind stopped.

While Hisoka was stunned, the dark power on his body spread upwards, devouring his last consciousness, until a pair of crimson eyes appeared, with some strange black spots lingering in them, erasing the last touch of consciousness belonging to Hisoka.

After the whole process was completed, the Pope raised his eyes and glanced at those scarlet eyes.

"Is this being swallowed up by the power of darkness?" The Pope sneered, and began to whisper the spell in his mouth.

A golden area extended from his feet, and the land and all plants within the circle of light were purified invisibly.

Xiao Shu felt the warm and bright power covering his whole body, and encouraged him to maintain his final consciousness.

Under the shroud of light magic, Hisoka, who was possessed by a monster, knew that he was invincible. He took a meaningful look at the two and then disappeared. Only then came to Xiao Shu who had gradually lost consciousness.

Dark magic has a strong corrosive effect, and under the infusion of undead magic, it has unexpected side effects.

Xiao Shu, who was already in a coma, did not expect that he would be able to maintain his consciousness when he was unconscious.

He looked down at the scene below, and inexplicably felt a sense of leisure outside the situation.

Obviously, in a sense, he is already dead.

"Mr. Xiao..." A faint voice came from the air, from far to near, with a bit of caution and flattery. "Do you want to restore your previous memory?"

"Huh?" Xiao Shu frowned, not quite understanding what the voice said.

"I can... ah, I've been discovered." The voice stopped suddenly in the middle of the sentence, with a bit of regret, and then disappeared.

Before Xiao Shu could open his mouth, he heard a voice from below.

Perhaps because of his strange state now, the appearance of the black mist became clear.

The little boy, standing in the air, looked at the place where the voice appeared just now, but for some reason, he didn't glance at him, as if he couldn't feel his existence. The child who frowned showed a bit of maturity but couldn't hide his facial features exquisite.

The Pope's voice was a little anxious, and he asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing, I heard the voice of an old friend." It was a flat and cold mechanical voice, but Xiao Shu somehow heard a bit of gnashing of teeth, and the child quickly got back to the topic, "It takes [-] points to redeem the holy medicine. The points are not enough, but you can use the mission as a mortgage. And this item is unique, once redeemed, there will be no chance to revive any mission target in the future."

"Exchange?"

"exchange."

"Further tasks..."

"Confirm the exchange." The pope interrupted the voice and continued with a firm tone.

There seemed to be a little helplessness in the child's eyes. Finally, he knocked a few times in the air, took out a bottle of potion and handed it to the Pope. Then he looked back at the panel in front of him, ready to close it.

The panel in the child's hand is suspended in the air, and some words seem to be written on it.

A little curious, Xiao Shu wandered behind the child, and saw the big characters written on it that shocked the child.

=Mission: Assist the eldest prince to become king failed (the eldest prince is dead, within one day) =

"Su..." The child subconsciously opened his mouth to remind him, but his voice was suddenly cut off by Xiao Shu's words.

He said "don't talk"

Xiao Shu just opened his mouth casually, but he didn't expect that the child seemed to be silenced by some invisible force, and he opened his mouth and couldn't say anything.

After thinking for a while, he continued to give instructions: "You can't say what you just learned."

Soon, I got a small face of a child who was holding back red.

The Pope was nervously observing the effects of the medicine, and did not notice the sound from the system.

And Xiao Shu, who was satisfied with the effect, relaxed his consciousness, and let the attractive force that was so small that it could be ignored pull him into his body.

The mood affected by the black mist became inexplicably happy.

Xiao Shu finally realized the importance of points and missions to His Excellency the Holy Pope—anything beyond the heavens can be exchanged.

But he also discovered another extremely interesting thing: in this set of so-called rules, he seems to be the one with the highest authority.