Whispering Verse

"This is bad."

After adding a spell to the priest, Xia De took out the little book again with difficulty. There is a price to pay for using it, so Xia De did not dare to write too much content, but dipped his finger in the blood he spit out, and wrote on the blank page:

"Even when savage and malevolent forces lull me into a slumber, I can wake up when the time is right."

He did this to prevent himself from passing out, so that there was no last candidate to escape with everyone. It is of course a waste to use this precious relic like this, but this is the safest thing he dared to write down with the keeper-level relic rashly.

In fact, he could also write "Shad defeated the evil god", but this kind of price may make him go to Detective Sparrow immediately.

Dr. Schneider, who was fighting Mrs. La Soya at the moment, also retreated to the entrance of the banquet hall while Shade was struggling to get up again, and his boots stepped on the red carpet that was shattered by the explosion.

Behind the doctor, a metal ring with a brass-colored pentagonal cross-section is spinning at an unprecedented speed, and four-colored spirit runes are fluttering above the life ring, but the doctor is still regressing again and again, and he can't hold on any longer. up.

"Why are you here?"

Also surprised by Xia De's appearance, and seeing that his companions had fallen, the doctor gritted his teeth and blocked Xia De's sight with his body:

"Xia De, I have never mentioned the strongest power of a ring warlock to you. Logically, you shouldn't know it now. But there is no other way, please be optimistic about my power. After using this power, I may fall into a coma, if I can win, remember to put us all..."

A silver flash appeared from inside the banquet hall, and the doctor took a step back suddenly, and a crack appeared on the life ring behind him.

"Look out, detective! This is not a power that can be easily used. The stage sublimation of a ring warlock is not that simple!"

Doctor Schneider suddenly shouted loudly, and with the burst of suppressed power, a brand new figure appeared in the scorching steam behind him.

Xia De widened his eyes:

"This is......"

【...his 'other me'. 】

"What is the doctor going to do? Wait!"

Xia De by the wall twitched his nose violently. In the breath of blood mist, he smelled a very obvious smell of sulfur. He seemed to hear wild laughter, he seemed to hear low sobs, but he heard nothing:

"Sulphur? Wait, Professor Sanchez said, the doctor may have..."

Xia De did not expect that the first time he came into contact with the truth would be this kind of time.

The figure that emerged from behind the doctor could not be seen clearly because of the steam fog. He stood behind the doctor, almost symmetrically separated from the doctor by the life ring.

Afterwards, the blurred tall figure in the steam raised his right hand together with Dr. Schneider. Their voices overlapped, but whether it was the doctor's Delarion language or the strange and evil language of the tall figure, Shad could understand them all.

The howling wind rushed into the corridor, and the light seemed to dim at this moment. Brand-new power surged towards the doctor, and this space changed because of this power.

The two shouted loudly:

"Hound of Light..."

Shad widened his eyes.

Behind Dr. Schneider, the golden miraculous rune [Brightness] and the brass-colored Enlightenment rune [Hound] broke away from the ring and floated towards the center of the rotating brass-colored ring.

The voice sank, and the last half of the sentence was like the last whisper of life:

"...running through malicious dreams."

The iron-colored [Whisper], the silver [Desecration], and the doctor's own core spirit rune [Dreamland] gathered in the center of the life ring. The five spirit runes were connected into a whole, and then emitted the same silver light.

In this sound, all the surrounding light disappeared. Darkness has completely descended.

Shad completely lost his vision, as if someone had pulled him from a bright corridor into an abyss. The cold wind blows around, and countless whispers and whispers appear in the ears, which is even more terrifying than the [Dark Box] losing control.

He felt that he had fallen into a dark quagmire, and felt that there were countless hands around him pulling him. But a white light suddenly appeared, and he looked at the doctor who seemed to be standing in a black mud pool. The figure blurred, what he saw in his eyes was the doctor, but what was reflected in his pupils was a hound exuding pure white holy light.

"Is this the language of sublimation?"

Hounds of the Light rush forward along the dark path, plunging down upon their foes in this venomous, quagmire dream.

The power of this moment cannot be described by a foreigner with little knowledge, but at this moment he actually felt the aura of decay very similar to that of the old **** [Innocent Creator] who was about to fall.

That aura is magnificent, but it also represents the end. This is not the power of mortals.

"What is the sublimation language of the ring warlock?"

The running hound of light seemed to draw its strength from the ground beneath its feet and from the sky above its head. It pierced through the darkness and slammed forward, and Mrs. La Soya, who was also in this malicious dark dream, appeared and was hit head-on by the glowing holy white hound:

"Damn it, it's the language of sublimation! Where did you come from, you madman?!"

The woman whose makeup was already worn out cursed, but at the same time as the hunting dog touched the light, the whole person disappeared into the holy light as if the light exploded from within.

The surrounding darkness receded in the next moment, and the cold wind, whispers and murmurs also left together. Xia De once again smelled the strong smell of blood in the air, and saw the curtain-like blood mist floating in the corridor.

Looking forward, the hound had disappeared, and Dr. Schneider, who had lost consciousness, fell straight on his back in front of Xia De. Xia De had never seen this decent psychiatrist in such a state of embarrassment. His eyes were closed tightly, and he looked like Detective Sparrow Hamilton who died a week ago, but at least he was still alive.

So Xia De also reached out and touched the doctor. He didn't expect that the biggest role he played in this battle would be like this.

"Why hasn't Miss Anat come back yet? Do I need to touch her later?"

If it wasn't for non-seriously injured subjects not accepting the effects of the spell, Xia De would definitely touch himself first.

He struggled to get up, trying to move the doctor, the priest, and the female writer together, and take them away when Miss Anata returned. But at this time, the door of the banquet hall, which was in a mess and was falling ashes and walls, unexpectedly sounded again.

Xia De looked up, and Mrs. La Soya, whose head was covered in blood and seemed to have only her last breath, crawled over from the wreckage of the banquet hall door:

"Your friend is crazy."

She seemed to be on the verge of dying, but she still looked at Xia De wearing the mask with crazy eyes, and her tone was extraordinarily scary.

Afterwards, Xia De saw the woman's broken right hand in her left hand, which was so scarred and almost turned into charcoal.

She pressed the broken hand with her chin, took off the pebble ring on the broken hand with her left hand, and kissed it lightly.

"Oh ~ no!"