The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

After Camilo and Vanessa fought back and forth for a few times, he became more and more disadvantaged. The power in his body seemed to be drawn away, and his hands and feet lost all strength. On the contrary, Vanessa's attacks became more and more powerful. Severely.

"Have you run out of strength?" Vanessa mocked, slashing with her sword.

Camilo had no room to dodge at all, so he could only reluctantly receive the move head-on. The saber and sword collided heavily, and the materialized black saber gradually couldn't bear the oppressive pressure of the opponent, and continued to volatilize into black dust.

This time, Camillo finally saw in disbelief that those dark elements drifted towards Vanessa after they escaped his control, and merged into her body.

"If you can't control them, you lose them."

Vanessa raised her sword again and slashed down, cutting Camillo's scimitar to pieces with such force. Seeing that the blade was about to hit Camillo's chest, she suddenly raised her foot and kicked Camillo. Milo kicked out hard.

Camilo's body hit the stone pillar like an arrow from the string, and the broken stones fell one after another, burying his whole body in the stone pile.

Vanessa raised the long sword with both hands, and stuck it upside down on the ground. Her expression was stern, and her silver battle armor was shining brightly in the sun, as if she had returned to the era of war-torn and blood-stained battlefields.

"Get up." She said coldly.

The stone pile shook, and Camillo slowly got up from the ground, with a trace of blood dripping from his forehead.

Vanessa walked towards him, and the blade dragged on the ground made an ear-piercing rubbing sound, "You are too weak." She mocked mercilessly.

Camillo raised his head and twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's too early to say that now."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes glowed scarlet red, his spiritual pressure shattered the surrounding stones, and he walked towards Vanessa step by step in a berserk posture.

"Don't you use weapons anymore?" Vanessa raised her eyebrows and threw away her long sword, "I'll give you some points."

Enraged by her words, Camillo threw himself forward, with his sharp claws on Vanessa's throat.

Before it was too late, Vanessa grabbed his wrist, twisted his arm backwards, and then jumped behind Camillo in the air, and stepped on his back knee, only to hear the brittle bone click. With a loud noise, Camillo fell to the ground.

"Uh!" Camillo, who fell to the ground, groaned.

Vanessa stepped on his shoulder relentlessly, and twisted his arm backwards. With a little force, his arm could be removed.

Amedeo's face changed instantly, and he was chanting a spell to prepare for support. At this moment, a sickle suddenly came, and the runes that had just been condensed were abruptly interrupted.

Vanessa glanced over there, smiled lowly and said, "He's worried about you, huh, interesting."

"Why..." Camillo said angrily, "Why do you want to be a lackey of Shenting? Do you know what they have done?"

"I don't like answering other people's questions," Vanessa showed a long sword in her hand, and pointed the blade at Camelot's throat, "especially the questions of the defeated."

At that moment, the sharp edge of the sword sliced ​​through the flesh and blood in the throat, and a line of blood dripped down.

"Camilo!" Amedeo's pupils dilated instantly, and he rushed here recklessly.

Vanessa turned her head sharply, raised her sword and drew a line in the air, the undercurrent burst out from the blade, and rushed straight towards Amedeo.

"You are not allowed to shoot him!" Camillo roared, his body instantly turned into dense dark elements, and he broke free from Vanessa's grasp.

He took back the undercurrent that was tied to Figira's body, condensed it into a black knife again, and threw himself forward to slash with the knife. Vanessa snorted.

There was a bloody gash on her neck, and it only needed to go deeper to cut off her trachea. Vanessa wiped away the spilled blood carelessly, so that the collarbone was covered with bright red blood, "Oh , to be merciful, he really is a naive guy."

The black sword in her hand dissipated, and the black mist began to leave her body, gradually rushing towards Camelot.

The black blade in Camillo's hand pressed against her throat, and he asked hoarsely, "Why did you kill Yimil's father back then?"

"Imil...hehe, who is he?" Vanessa asked with a smile.

"He is the God of Light this term, Yimil Kronos."

"Oh..." Vanessa coughed twice with her chest trembling, and spat out a mouthful of blood. She laughed intermittently, "So it's from the Kronos family."

Camillo pressed the knife half a point deeper, and said coldly, "Back to my question!"

Vanessa said leisurely: "Because Shenting told me that one day, the light will disappear, and the Three Realms will live forever in the long night."

Camillo said in a deep voice, "That's because they lied to you! There will never be such a day!"

"No," Vanessa stared at Camillo paranoidly with her black hole-like eyes, she reached out to caress Camillo's face, the blood between her fingers stained his face red, "this day will come, child, It will come... there will be a day..."

10 minutes ago, at the other end of the ruins.

Saisha, the dwarf god, fell into the arms of Nicholas. Her small body was twitching, and blood was constantly overflowing from her mouth. It was already impossible for her to survive.

Nicholas hugged her sadly, and cried: "Kill him, I can give my life to Hades, kill him! Avenge Saisha!"

The vague shadow men attacked more fiercely, and Amedeo also left several deep and shallow wounds on his body.However, his attack was ineffective for that group of people. No matter what power he used to attack, magic, spiritual pressure, or divine power, the wounds of the group of ghosts would be restored to their original state within a few seconds.

At this time, Figira had been released from the shackles. She wanted to slap her buttocks and run away, but when she saw Amedeo who was struggling, she felt a little uneasy in her conscience.

Only she knows in her heart that these ghosts from the underworld are not entities at all, and the real ghosts look like humans. This kind of vague phantom is just their clones, and attacking the clones can't hurt them at all.

It's a wizard's trick, and only wizards can solve it.

After deliberating for a while, Figira decided to help them. After all, Amedeo has such a handsome face, and she couldn't bear to be left wounded by others. At worst, she would run away after helping them.

She climbed up the steps to the ruins, took out a pack of wormwood from her pocket, lit it, and placed it on the ground. Then she placed five black candles and lit them in counterclockwise order.

She is not a wizard who majors in combat, object hunting and exorcism are her specialty.

Nicholas saw what she was playing with from a distance, and his expression changed instantly: "You are actually a witch! The red robe witch!"

Figira dusted off the dust from his hands and sighed: "Young man, you are unlucky to meet me here today, didn't you have a fortune-telling before you go out?"

"Exorcism, no no, no, you can't do that..."

Nicholas' voice trembled, and he drew out his short sword in a irrational manner and rushed forward, but due to excessive blood loss, he staggered and was so weak that he would fall if the wind blows.

Figira shook her head impatiently. Although the Black Robe Party was a hostile faction, she didn't want to kill a rare wizard.

A stream of rapidly compressed air rushed down, and there was only the sound of flesh and blood being torn apart. A bloody hole was torn open in Nicholas's chest, blood and flesh splashed everywhere, and the weak skeleton fell straight down.

A gust of dark wind blew over, and the candle in front of Figira dangled, almost being extinguished.

She knew that this wizard's obsession was too strong, and even killing him would not be able to break the summoning spell he cast, and would even strengthen the spell's power.

"Come from hell, go back to hell." She clasped her hands together and murmured these words repeatedly.

From hell, back to hell...

The phantom that attacked Amedeo began to gather or disperse, and the open wound no longer healed. Amedeo threw two wind blades to attack, and the last phantom was split into two with a whoosh. Half, gradually dissipated with the wind under the sunshine.

"You're done!" Figira laughed loudly, and began to pack his things and prepare his running plan.

At this time, there was a sound of horseshoes on the prairie, coming from all directions, constantly approaching here.

She was startled, did Shenting have the next wave of reinforcements? !

Amedeo's complexion is also not good. Due to the visual barrier of the enchantment, they can't see what happened outside. He can only press his hand on the ground and release a wide range of sensory pressure. He was taken aback.

Vanessa chuckled softly, "Here they come."

Camillo said coldly, "What's coming?"

"Come here," Vanessa said as she treated a close friend, holding Camelot's arm and walking to the edge of the ruins, "Use your eyes to witness their arrival."

The first horse to cross the barrier appeared in front of them. It turned out to be the Manchu boy. He came back again, and came with a large group of barbarians.

"Look! I'm right, the enemy has been killed, and my god has won!" The boy raised his arms excitedly and shouted.

All the savages cheered, and loud cheers came from outside the barrier, one wave after another.

Vanessa wrote a rune in the air, and the barrier that obscured his sight gradually dissipated. Only then did Camelot see that more than one tribe followed him, and it seemed that all the tribes of barbarians had been summoned. Gathered on the grassland, there are almost 10 people.

"Dark God!" "Dark God!!" "Dark God——!"

Vanessa hugged Camillo from behind, and whispered softly in his ear, "Look, they are all your believers."

When Amedeo saw that she was hugging Camillo, he immediately said angrily, "Let him go!"

Camelot grabbed her wrist, threw her away, and said coldly, "These barbarians are your believers."

"They used to be my followers, now they are yours."

Vanessa smiled, she took two steps forward, and raised her arms towards the barbarian in front of her, only to hear the voices below getting louder, she said loudly: "The new dark god has appeared, the night will not Abandon you."

"Dark God!" "Dark God!!" "Dark God——!"

Under the sunlight, Vanessa's body turned into black smoke and gradually dispersed...

"There will be a day when the light will disappear, and the Three Realms will live forever in the long night."

After saying these words, Vanessa's undead dissipated completely, came from hell, and returned to hell.