I'm playing mud in Western Fantasy

"Thank you, Lord Envoy. Without your help, I'm still sealed in a sarcophagus that has never seen the light of day. Although the sarcophagus of the king's size is large enough, the feeling of being sealed is really not good."

"Because I can smell my own fart?" Fei Xi sneered, and hit the black smoke trying to wrap around his neck with the wand in his hand: "Did I ever say that I hate when people touch my neck?"

A steady stream of black smoke is entangled with the earth element, and the rioting elements collide with each other. The saint with the godhead suddenly approached, lowered her voice and asked: "My lord envoy, you say I am a deceiver, so what about you?" What evidence is there to prove that you are the real envoy of God?"

Before the words fell, he was hit hard.Fei Xi hit the Goddess's face with a stick with her backhand. The hard gem left a scratch on her beautiful face, and blood and black smoke gushed out together.

Fei Xi couldn't help smacking his lips. Others said that women are made of water. He thought that this old lady must be a cheap balloon filled with cigarettes, which would burst when poked, and the air would leak.

"I don't think it's my duty to answer your question."

"Do you not want to answer, or are you afraid to answer?" Xi Ya asked in her bewitching voice. The black smoke all over the sky was connected with her hair, and her reddish eyes gradually became transparent, like dancing flames.

"Sai Le has long fallen into a deep sleep. This is the twilight of her gods. The old gods fall and new gods are born. This is the trajectory drawn by the vertical line of fate, and no one can change it! You are just a—"

The shrill voice stopped abruptly, and Fei Xi's blue bar fell to nothing after filling up. A huge hand passed through the thick black fog to hold the noisy goddess tightly in his hand.

"Yilin is willing to talk nonsense with you. That's because he is stupid and sweet, and he pays attention to useless aristocratic etiquette. But I am a non-native mud leg, and I don't really want to beep with you."

A cloud was blown by the strong wind, and the rain that fell from the sky contained a breath of light, washing away the black smoke from the pavement.Fei Xi lowered his head and snapped his fingers with Egil who was not far away: "Thank you very much."

The reddish pupils completely turned into flames, the godhead in the body that was not completely polluted was forcibly activated, the giant hand was blown into pieces, and the magician in front of him spat out a mouthful of blood.

But before Deyi persisted for a second, the debris in the air condensed again. Feixi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and drank the red and blue medicine bottles in his hand. The brain instantly wakes up.

"I almost forgot that you have something in your stomach." Fei Xi shook her fingers lightly, and the giant hands that were condensed with dirt lifted Sia and slowly approached it in front of Fei Xi.

The disgust of the earth elements was too obvious, and this revered goddess was not much different from a slug in their hearts.They couldn't help tightening their hands, and when they heard her screams, they began to wonder if they were holding them too tightly. They seemed to hear the sound of bones breaking on her body just now.

The giant hand released a finger, exposing the goddess' abdomen, and the luminous godhead glowed in the gradually smoky and transparent body, half gray and half white.

"Let's play a game called nodding and shaking the head." Fei Xi stretched out his hand, and his white fingers touched Siya's skin. The warm touch brought by the penetration made the magician frown.

He held the small piece of godhead and pulled it out bit by bit.

"Godhead is transforming your body, so you have become like this, right?" Fei Xi asked softly.

The magician took out his blood-stained hand and kindly reminded: "I said, this is a game of nodding and shaking your head. Everything else is invalid for me. You only need to nod or shake your head to answer my question."

The curse of the goddess was replaced by screams, and the piercing voice echoed in the sky.The curse pattern on Yilin's arm was slightly hot, reminding him that Venus was hurt.

But the sword light in front of him is as dense as rain, and the familiar sword moves will never be lightened because of his young age. Every swing carries the message of death, and the wind blown by the sword is like the gentle kiss of death. across the cheek.

The sharp sword polished by white bones has no dazzling gemstones, and there is no sacredness in the legend, only the bitter wind and the undying obsession with the hometown experienced by the heroic spirits who sleep forever on the border.

And the will soaked in the blood on the battlefield.

"Whose bone is this? Is it yours?" Yilin received a horizontal slash, and he was used to the numb feeling in his arm, and all the force he endured was squeezed into the power of his sword swing.

Tyranl: "This is the bone of my... comrade in arms. We came to the border together, experienced hundreds of battles, and then he slept forever in the eternal winter."

"Did you know, Il, when soldiers on the border die, their coffins will not have their names engraved on them, only a string of code names given when they joined the army, which is the last name they left in the world."

"The nameless are buried in the cold, the spring wind will never blow their tombstones, and the people in the capital will not mourn their death and stop drinking for a day."

Yilin clenched the sword in his hand: "I promise you, I will change everything, so that your army will no longer have to endure the cold winter nights, and no longer have to worry about possible enemy attacks every night! I once used the goddess I swear in the name of my dearest uncle! This will all end!"

Every time the blond king said a word, the sword in his hand slashed vigorously, forcing the opponent in front of him to retreat repeatedly and stagger.

"But you failed." Tyranr pierced through the only cover left between the two from the beginning until now, and sadness appeared on the general's pale face: "But you failed, Ilyn Thormir. Even if you are Even if you are a prince who is favored by the goddess, you are still unable to save this decaying country, a baby descended from the gods."

With green eyes staring at each other, Ilyin heard Tyrann's voice far away but seemed to be close to his ears: "You don't believe me, Il. That's why you believed the rumors of my rebellion, and that's why you were separated by those nobles. .”

You don't believe me, that's why you give others a chance, and that's why you have a 500-year long sleep.

The dead king was no different from other people, the bright red blood was the same as that of ordinary people, and the most common knife for slaughtering livestock was used to divide this noble body during his lifetime.

The attitude of cattle, until the nobles saw the bones hidden in the flesh and gold.The bones polished by faith are hard and bright, reflecting all the fear in the perpetrator's heart.

"I saw Sailor's illusion. It was a false god created by Siya next to you. The sword that took my life was stabbed from her hand."

He would never be on guard against the god he believed in since he was born, not to mention that he only got the news of being betrayed by his relatives last second. His god came at this time, and the young king thought it was the god who wanted to send guidance, but he didn't What I thought of was a sword piercing my back.

The blade of the hit split the figures of the two people. The king 500 years ago never thought that he would face the sword with the general he trusted. death knell.

Feixi Yilin's status panel floated on the interface, and he raised his blood-stained hand to glance at it from time to time.

"The next question, there was no rebellion in Tyrann 500 years ago. That was the false news you spread. The purpose is to provide an opportunity for assassination, so that the group of nobles will crush him to ashes."

The young king was betrayed for the first time, but the god he believed in happened to come at this time.Like a drowning person who sees driftwood, he naturally wants to get closer and hug it tightly.

Siya sneered and didn't answer, but Fei Xi had already got the affirmative answer she wanted.

The half of the godhead in Xi Ya's body had all turned gray, and Fei Xi couldn't take it out no matter what, giving her a chance to survive.

The goddess' pupils with red flames reflected Fei Xi's figure. She swallowed the blood gushing out of her mouth, and swore in the hoarse voice: "I swear in the name of Sia, the pain I suffer now will be multiplied by a hundred times and a thousand times." repay you."

"I swear on my own name, what's wrong." Fei Xi dismissed it.

Fei Xi: "I swear in the name of my eight generations of ancestors, you will never be able to become a goddess."

Anyway, he didn't know who his eighth-generation ancestors were, so he swore that it would cost nothing at all.

The black-haired and black-eyed magician slowly wiped the blood from his hands, and kindly reminded the goddess who was still trying to struggle: "Your Excellency, it seems that since you fell into my hands, your general Tyrann never Didn't take another look at you."

The struggling movements in front of him stopped for a moment, and Fei Xi asked the last question with a smile: "You betrayed the general, didn't you? Contacted the nobles behind his back, and planned the death of his nephew behind his back."

"Shut up!" Sia screamed, black smoke poured out from the wound on her abdomen, even the clouds in the sky kept falling bright rain could not dilute it.

The magician wrapped in the earth element moved away quickly, and the giant hand in the air was shattered into powder in the explosion of black smoke and could no longer be put together again. The blood bar on Fei Xi's head was immediately halved, and the blood in his mouth almost gushed out.

The shot arrow pierced through the black mist, and the half-blood elf stopped on the roof, frowning at the black smoke, and subconsciously searched for the location locked by Priest Ursi for answers.

But the priest couldn't see everything in front of him, all the objects had only dark outlines, he only chased the darkest part in front of him, and the blood bottle in his hand was continuously sent into his mouth, the sweet taste made his mouth numb, But this can only make the blood bar above the head advance at a slow pace.

"Priest, my friend, do you need treatment?" Egil's tentacles touched his shoulders and surrounded his eyes with harsh sounds.

"Don't be polite to me, I know you need it very much." Egil said softly.

Ussi smiled, feeling the pain in his eyes subsided, and thanked the people around him.

"I remember that there is still a lady here, but now she is gone." Egil looked at Ussi: "Did you send her life away? My friend."

"No." Ussi smiled: "I just let her do what she should do and get a little rest."