Master loves me alone [Western Fantasy]

Regarding Samuer's deliberate provocation, Cyril was not as at a loss as he imagined, on the contrary, Cyril was very calm.

He didn't seem to see the sudden rejection from his companions at all, because Cyril knew that the human race and other races gathered here to resist the demon race had nothing to rely on except trusting him and Tan Qiushui.

mask?That no longer matters.

Cyril raised his magic wand, but he didn't explain anything, just said: "Get ready to fight, and swear to defend the magic sealing pillar to the death!"

The others gradually calmed down. The current situation was critical, and there was no time for them to engage in infighting. As Cyril thought, the others had no choice but to trust him.

Tan Qiushui is still drawing the magic circle relentlessly, he is Cyril's teacher, if there is something wrong with Cyril, how can they trust Tan Qiushui?

Doesn't this mean that their ultimate hope is fundamentally non-existent?So whether Cyril is justice or evil, in such a situation where there is no way out, everyone has no choice at all?

Sure enough, the warriors of all races behind Cyril approached him one after another, and together they were hostile to the demon.Samuel is in a good mood now, and he even looked kindly at Cyril, but the Demon Sealing Pillar must not be completed, so even if it is a son, he can only sacrifice.

Cyril immediately sent out a powerful magic to attack the demon, and the two sides fought fiercely. The sound of killing and blood mixed together instantly and splashed everywhere.

Tan Qiushui is in a very tense state now, his eyes are fixed on the interlaced lines, and there are only afterimages left in the movements of his hands. The precarious situation prevents him from being distracted for a moment, but Tan Qiushui still pays attention to Xi Rui The movement over there.

Al was tied up by the scheme, and Sirel had to face the demon king Samuel alone, which made Tan Qiushui very worried, wishing to help his apprentice directly, but now he couldn't let go of the magic circle in his hand, anxious The state of mind caused white light spots to keep shaking in his vision, and the hand drawing the magic circle was also a little unsteady.

Of course, Cyril's strength was no match for Samuel's. In the entire ancient continent, only Al was at the same level as him, and an outsider, Tan Qiushui, could be added.

But even if he can't beat Cyril, he can't back down. If he backs off, all of Tan Qiushui's efforts will fall short, and the humans and all races of the ancient continent will surely fall into eternal nightmare and hell.

Cyril absolutely couldn't tolerate such a result, the madness of the demons made them seem like a joke of pointless struggle, and Cyril couldn't accept it.

Cyril also released the Feathered Serpent that had been following him, and attacked Samuel together.When Cyril entangled Samuel, the other warriors also fought against the demon one by one as if they were dying. They used all their skills, even at the expense of both, not letting a demon break through the line of defense to destroy Tan Qiushui's work.

Blood fell like rain, and the withered grass on the battlefield was stained with blood.All the assembled warriors of various races stared at the devil with hatred and rushed towards the devil desperately. This battle to defend the peace of their homeland was cruel and poignant.

Xi Ruier didn't know how much blood he had spit out. The magic robe made by Tan Qiushui himself was now very torn and covered with his own blood.

It's hard to see the color of blood on the black cloth, but if Tan Qiushui sees the deeper marks, it will definitely hurt your heart.

Tan Qiushui loves Xi Ruier, and once gave Xi Ruier a lot of magic weapons from the cultivation world, such as powerful talismans and explosive thunder beads, but the disparity in strength made Xi Ruier use these magic weapons to deal with Samuel. Sometimes it didn't achieve very good results, but it just made Samuel a little embarrassed.

Samuel didn't know whether it was because he was concerned that Cyril was his son, or because he was simply interested in the strange things that Cyril presented, so he never killed Cyril.

But it was like a cat playing|playing with a mouse, which made Cyril feel very humiliated.

Cyril's face was tense, his eyes were full of murderous aura and hostility, even though there were more and more wounds on his body, he would not retreat a step, and cooperated with Feathered Serpent to attack Samuer.

Cyril refused to use the power of darkness, and his magic wand shot out white light, and he kept attacking Samuel, but Samuel's black mist was so powerful that most of Cyril's attacks were blacked out. The fog melted away, but instead, Samuel's attacks kept hitting Cyril.

In the end, Cyril was even in a daze, not knowing exactly what strength was supporting him. His body was covered with bleeding wounds, which made him feel the pain of being torn apart.

He was also stabbed twice in the back, which left him barely able to raise his arms.Cyril was a little dizzy, and a feeling of blood boiling rose in his body.

Samuel's face suddenly changed. He found that the surrounding magic elements became agitated, and there was a faint feeling of hovering around Cyril.

At the same time, Samuel noticed a kind of coercion rising from Xi Ruier. It stands to reason that Samuer is the demon king of the demon world, and all the demons submit to him. It is impossible for him to feel the coercion from demons, but Xi Ruier This kind of momentum rose from Er.

Samuel finally understood that the experiment of the god-devil hybrid did not fail, only Dimon was a failure. Samuel looked at Cyril and even felt a little pity. It must be beyond imagination.

He really wants to know what the hybrid of gods and demons is!

There was a look of pity in Samir's eyes. His soul felt the threat from Tan Qiushui's gradual completion of the magic circle. Now he must quickly get rid of this bastard who got in the way. Er launched a relentless attack.

All the black spikes were shot at Cyril viciously, and Cyril had to forcefully raise his magic wand to build a magic barrier!

Tan Qiushui made the last stroke of the magic circle, but suddenly the sharp and hasty scream of his apprentice sounded in his ears, his heart was in a mess, blood overflowed from his mouth, dripping on the magic circle.

Emotions surged in Tan Qiushui's eyes. After the magic circle was completed, the dwarf should have erected the magic-sealing pillar immediately, but now Tan Qiushui can't care about these things. Don't tell him that the overall situation is the most important thing. This world is not important. His apprentice It is important to have a companion.

Tan Qiushui left the range of the magic circle and teleported to Xi Ruier's side. At this time, Xi Ruier knelt on the ground, holding the magic wand tightly to support his body so that he would not fall down. His body was covered in blood.

Tan Qiushui's heart was bleeding like pain, he looked at Samuer, his anger was burning, the apprentice he had raised since he was seven or eight years old was hurt like this, Tan Qiushui wished he could pin Samuer to death on the ground.

But now, the most important thing is Cyril's life.

Tan Qiushui picked up Cyril, entered the small world space he brought from the cultivation world, and adjusted the flow of time in the small world to be static, so that when they go in, they come out at the same time.

Xi Ruier is much taller than Tan Qiushui, so when Tan Qiushui hugged him and fell into the small ink-like world, he was crushed under him.Tan Qiushui quickly supported Xi Ruier to sit up, Xi Ruier hugged Tan Qiushui sobbingly and said: "Master, it hurts..."

Tan Qiushui didn't know how to describe his distress. He knew that if it wasn't for the pain to the bone, it would be impossible for Cyril to show weakness in front of him. His apprentice has been trying to act like he is strong, hoping to be relied on by him.

Tan Qiushui immediately mobilized his spiritual power to heal the wound on Cyril's body, and the blue spiritual power poured into Cyril's body as if he didn't want money, and the wound on Cyril's body also healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But Xi Ruier's body was still twitching, and he whispered grievances in Tan Qiushui's ear.

Tan Qiushui was about to die of anxiety, and wanted to check on Xi Ruier's condition, but Xi Ruier was not willing to let him go at all. Tan Qiushui was anxious and helpless, and he didn't know why he had to be raised so tall and big.

So Tan Qiushui could only ask him where it hurts, Cyril replied "on the back", Tan Qiushui stretched out his hands from Cyril's armpit to feel on his back, and felt the wriggling sensation at the butterfly bone.

Tan Qiushui was startled, and checked with his spiritual sense to find that something was growing out of Cyril's body.

After a lot of turmoil, Tan Qiushui finally realized belatedly that it was Xiril who awakened his blood when facing the pressure of Samuel!

Knowing the reason, Tan Qiushui finally calmed down, and while stroking Cyril's golden head, coaxed him to cheer him up.There is no way for outsiders to help with things like the awakening of bloodlines, and they can only rely on Cyril himself.

Hearing Tan Qiushui's explanation, Xi Ruier felt at ease, no matter how painful the awakening of his blood was, he was not afraid of it, the reason why he was so frightened just now was because Xi Ruier was afraid that he would die, and then he would never see Tan Qiushui again up.

Rubbing his head against his master's neck, Cyril began to focus on the awakening of the blood vessels, and after that, Tan Qiushui could no longer hear his cries of pain except for Cyril's muffled groans.

I don't know how long it took, Tan Qiushui hugged Xi Ruier's trembling body, regardless of his appearance, and cursed secretly hundreds of times, Xi Ruier finally completed his awakening.

Tan Qiushui only felt that the light in front of him dimmed, and saw a pair of wings growing from Xiril's back!

By the way, the protoss have wings, and Dimon also has wings, so it makes no sense that Cyril doesn't.

But Cyril's wings are different. His wings are not pure black like the demons, nor are they pure white like the gods. Tan Qiushui found that the upper part of Siril's wings is black, but it goes down slowly. It slowly turned into dark gold, and the final tip was pure gold, as if gold flowed and precipitated from the wings.

The newly grown wings still had Cyril's bright red blood, Tan Qiushui couldn't help touching them, and pinched a cleansing spell by the way.

Xi Ruier's wings trembled due to Tan Qiushui's touch, he finally let go of Tan Qiushui, looked at Tan Qiushui and called: "Master."

Tan Qiushui reacted from the astonishment, hummed, and Xi Ruier couldn't help laughing.

He suddenly picked up Tan Qiushui, flapped his wings and flew wantonly in the small world of ink painting, Tan Qiushui put his arms around Xi Ruier's neck, feeling that his heart finally fell into place.

Tan Qiushui rubbed the back of Xi Ruier's head and said: "Go out, the matter is not resolved yet!"

Cyril nodded.

After the two went out, it was still the same time, and Samuel felt something was wrong but didn't know why Cyril, who was already dying, suddenly recovered.

And the strange wings on his back!

Tan Qiushui slid his weapon from his wide sleeve - the whip, he held the handle in his hand, and told Cyril, "Peter, you go and command the dwarf to set up the magic sealing pillar, the master wants Fight him."

Cyril happily passed, spread his wings and flew to the center of the magic circle.