Little Cthulhu [Quick Transmigration]

"The war a hundred years ago ended with the victory of the temple. The heart of the dark god was turned into gems and became a trophy, which was inlaid on the scepter of the current bishop."

Qin Yu's voice was very low, "But the bishop has not appeared in front of people for two years, and even if he did, he would be accompanied by countless envoys and knights."

"I must find an opportunity to approach him. The Judgment Day presided over by the bishop is the best time, so I must wait in Prison No. [-] until Atheya thinks she has found enough evidence to overwhelm me and the entire Ammonst family. Wait for her Submit to trial."

Andra's little skull sat on his lap, dumbfounded, unable to make any expression, but the voice was full of emotion: "I don't want it."

Although he lacks memory and common sense, he is not stupid. He also knows what Qin Yu will face if he stays in prison, and what should he do if the robbery fails?

"I let the skeletons grab it." Andra said, "I need the gems, and I won't let Qin grab them."

The other party hung a small skull in a daze, making Qin Yu see a little stubbornness.

"But even if I don't snatch the gems, Atheya won't let me threaten her against her." Qin Yu smiled, "But that was my initial plan, since you are here, I will take a little You can change your strategy."

"The bishop is old." He stretched out his hand, looked at his callused hand from holding the sword, and slowly clenched his fist, "I need your skeleton as bait, can you?"

"Yeah." Andra explained, "Small skeletons can be regenerated, although it takes time, and Little Black One has been repaired."

"But I want to be by your side."

Qin Yu chuckled, and finished his plan with him in a low voice: "...In short, if we fail, we will die together. Are you afraid?"

Andra kicked him and snorted.

On the contrary, Qin Yu smiled even more happily, and grabbed the little skull and hugged him into his arms: "Okay, let's rest for a while. If the plan is advanced, we will start to act tonight."

The little skull tossed and tossed in his arms, his joints creaked, looking unaccustomed and restless, Qin Yu held him down: "Don't move around."

"Could it be that Andra is still a child who has to listen to stories in order to stay obediently?"

Indeed it is.

Qin Yu looked at the little skeleton lying on his arm, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. When he mentioned it casually, the other party asked to listen to the story awkwardly, but fell asleep just after listening to the beginning of the Great War a hundred years ago.

However, the little skull didn't show much when he fell asleep. Qin Yu thought that the other party was just quietly listening to the story, and he told it for a long time.

He poked the little skull helplessly and amusedly, and closed his eyes to rest his mind and save his energy.

It is said that a hundred years ago, the God of Darkness descended into the world and slaughtered the earth. The paladin commander at that time, the true owner of the Sword of Chevelia, died on the border of the empire in order to prevent the undead from wreaking havoc——

That is, the Alahel Forest, known as the land of nature.

Then, with the border as the front line, the temple and the empire declared war on the God of Darkness, and many legends happened.However, even if the God of Darkness had only partially descended, he could not be resisted by manpower. He forced the battle line to the holy capital with his own strength, but it was a pity that he still died on the temple in the end.

It's a boring story about light defeating darkness by defeating the strong.

What made Qin Yu more concerned was that before this, there had never been an example of the God of Darkness coming in person. Why did the God of Darkness suddenly attack the mainland a hundred years ago, even chasing after the temple that was most unfavorable to him.

He thought about it, and he fell asleep too, but he heard a wailing cry.

"give me back……"

Qin Yu had the strong feeling of dreaming again. He lowered his head, only to see a group of people holding weapons surrounded by the magic circle that erupted with a strong holy light.

There was another scream and feeble murmur from within.

A person in a white robe said something to the inside of the magic circle. The inside of the magic circle suddenly fell silent, but then a burst of black air erupted, almost suppressing the holy light.

The other party is angry.

The group of people took a step back in fright.

But in the end, the black energy failed to break through the suppression of the numerous magic circles, and gradually dissipated, and the mournful cry gradually subsided.

Until the end, the thin body whose face could not be seen clearly turned into fly ash, leaving a heart falling into the broken ruins.

And farther away, there was a coffin with nothing in it, only a huge sword, which clanged violently, and finally fell silent.

Qin Yu had some indescribable feelings. He saw the man in white robe pick up the bright red heart, and the heart turned into a blue gem.

That man is now the bishop.

Qin Yu guessed that he dreamed about the great battle a hundred years ago.

He frowned, trying to see more clearly, but suddenly felt a severe headache, and he struggled to wake up from the dream.

"Qin... don't cry."

The little skull looked at him in a daze, stretched out his short bony hand, and placed it gently under his eyes.

Qin Yu subconsciously followed his movements and stretched out his hand to touch it. When he felt the cold wetness in his hand, he realized that his face was covered with tears.

"It's okay..." He pursed his lips to wipe off the water, and hugged the little skull, "I'm fine. I just had a nightmare."

"Are you ready?"

Little Skull rarely stayed in his arms obediently, and nodded.

"Okay." Qin Yu stood up and stood in front of the iron gate made by Mithril, "Release Xiao Hei and others, control them to appear outside the first prison, and try to lure them away."

The little skull stayed for a while, and then said: "It's done."

As soon as he finished speaking, he almost fell off Qin Yu's shoulder and was held up by Qin Yu.

It took a while for Andra's aggrieved voice to come out: "There are too many perspectives, so dizzy."

It was his first attempt to control such a huge number of undead.

"How many times have you summoned?" Qin Yu frowned, holding him steady with one hand.

"Probably..." Xiaokulou counted in a daze for a while, "Two to three hundred, I can only summon so many at most now."

Qin Yu: "...that's enough." Even more than enough.

"All the annoying people have followed." Andra suddenly said a little happily, "Qin, they are so stupid, they are in a mess now."

"Hmph...I asked Xiao Hei and the others to go to the palace, and they will definitely go."

Qin Yu smiled, and casually responded that the temple relied too much on the so-called magic circle they left behind, and there was not too tight protection in the prison.

Moreover, the sudden appearance of such a large number of undead is enough to disrupt their pace.

"What do we do now?"

Qin Yu touched Andra's head, while reaching out his hand, the white frost condensed on the palm of his hand, slowly freezing the lock on the door, and only heard a few clicks, the lock shattered into pieces of ice.

Mithril can be called the hardest metal, but it is too rigid and easy to break. It only needs to concentrate the ice elements inside to explode.

"Let's go." Qin Yu went out from the prison room, raised his foot, and explained to Andra, "The archbishop should be in the center of the magic circle. We just need to find the place where the light element is strongest."

While he was looking for the bishop, he opened all the doors that were closed to criminals along the way-he had to find something to do for the temple when he came this way.

Andra had a strong sense of the light element, and he buried himself in Qin Yu's neck, impatiently pointing in a direction with his phalanx.

"Give me the sword." After Qin Yu finished speaking, the sword of Ceveria instantly appeared in the shadow at his feet.

He laughed, put the little skull on the ground, grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, jumped up suddenly after dragging for a while, the huge sword slashed towards the hard stone wall, and after a loud noise, Qin Yu quickly slashed at the same place again. A dozen times.

The stone wall roared and broke through a man-high hole, the ground trembled slightly, and the sword of Ceveria continued to clank.

The middle-aged man sitting in the soft chair turned around, his face was full of shock, and he quickly backed away to avoid a boulder kicked by Qin Yu. The staff inlaid with blue gemstones burst into a burst of holy light.

Qin Yu picked up the little skull and jumped to the other side of the open space. A big hole immediately appeared on the spot. He stood firmly on the spot and confronted the opponent.

"Lane Ammonst." The old voice came from the middle-aged man who couldn't tell who had lived for more than 100 years, "What are you doing?"

Qin Yu waited for the little skeleton to hide in his own shadow before clenching the hilt of the sword with one hand, and said in a flat voice, "As you can see."

"Correct it, it's just Lan Yi."

Before he could finish his sentence, he charged forward with his sword in hand, and suddenly he swung it, but was blocked by the light shield.

"You are indeed a rare genius, but in the magic circle, you can't beat me." The bishop stepped back a few steps, staring at him with cloudy eyes, "You who don't have magic, want to beat me just by physical skills, even though I'm just You are an old man, but you are too arrogant."

"is it?"

Qin Yu stabbed with his sword, and the light shield shattered along that point. He barely gave the opponent a chance to catch his breath, jumped up, slashed down, and then kicked the bishop's shoulder.

When he met the bishop, he felt that he had kicked the cotton, or a swamp, and then he saw that the bishop was no longer where he was.

Qin Yu felt a creepy feeling, and almost subconsciously changed direction in mid-air, rolled to the ground, and a skeleton hand violently tore him away.

The sharp arrows of light, as thin as silk threads, grazed the ground, making several neat cuts in an instant.

There was a muffled hum in the air.

If Qin Yu didn't change direction in time, he would never be able to dodge in mid-air, even on the ground, it wasn't Andra who pulled him...

"Andra!"

Qin Yu watched the skeleton hand shattered into several pieces and then disappeared on the ground, his heart was filled with anger, he looked at the smiling bishop Xinxinran who was standing not far away, and rushed out with his sword in hand.

"Young man, you're still too impatient." The bishop said, while secretly heaving a sigh of relief. Lan Yin, who had no magic, was still not afraid.

He slowly released the light shield, watching Qin Yu being stopped outside the light shield: "The time you broke through the shield is enough time for me to kill you several times...!"

The bishop's words came to an abrupt end, and he saw the light shield split from a point in an instant, and a sword pierced through it. He backed away in shock, and blocked himself with his staff: "Impossible..."

It was caused by the concentration of ice spells on one point, but how could the opponent still be able to use ice magic in the magic circle of the temple.

He screamed in pain, countless ice needles hid under the sword of Ceveria and pierced him, and the bishop crawled away in embarrassment.

Qin Yu caught up and struck with a sword.

"Haha..." the bishop suddenly laughed, "You are still too young to be fooled twice."

Qin Yu looked to the side in shock, the light arrow had pierced his shoulder and side, he let out a muffled grunt, dropped the lightsaber, and fell to the ground.

The bishop gasped and wiped the blood from his face. It had been a long time since he had been in a fight like this since he became archbishop.

No matter how young he looks, he has actually come to an end, he is indeed too old.

But so what, he still won.

He laughed.

"Don't move." Qin Yu's voice suddenly sounded.

The bishop's smile disappeared, and he looked at the bloody Qin Yu, which gradually melted into a ball of water.

And on his neck, he was pinched by a young hand like a pincer.

"You are too old, my lord."

Qin Yu laughed, exerting force on his hand, and the other party squeezed out a "ho ho" sound from his throat.

The staff suddenly fell from the bishop's hand and was caught by a slender hand.

"Goodbye."