He obviously pushed it lightly without using any strength, but the two doors roared open as if they had encountered a savage beast!
The traveling poet had to wonder if this was the witch's method. After all, in Alex's memory, he was often teased by the witch in this way when he was in the castle, so his mentality gradually became frightened and frightened.
Yes, Alex not only did not develop a strong heart, but also became more and more sensitive.
The only thing that was firm was probably his unyielding belief in escaping.
"The haunting thing!"
The traveling poet heard the sound and looked around. When he saw the situation in the palace, his pupils shrank slightly.
Butler Armand Ray looked like a madman, and the darkness of the abyss kept pouring out of his body. Next to him, there was a girl who was shackled in an armchair and had a weak breath.
The moment she saw him, the girl's eyes brightened slightly, but her brows were full of worry and uneasiness.
The traveling poet moved his eyes away with difficulty and quickly glanced around the palace. This place looked no different from the hall.
But on the right side, there is a bed of black roses, with flowers surrounding the stone-gray sculpture lying in the center.
The sculpture looks like that of a girl. The only colorful part is the crimson rose flower growing at the heart, but there are some black spots on the petals.
Archaeologists say the energy hub was in the tower...
His eyes stayed there for a while, and the traveling poet stared at the flower thoughtfully.
And the next moment, he suddenly raised the cross epee with sensitivity!
"Bang!"
The incoming black vines hit behind the sword and turned into smoke and dissipated at the moment of contact.
Although the power of the cross epee has been exhausted, it is a sacred weapon in itself, and it has a suppressive effect on those evil forces just by slashing.
The traveling poet looked at the attacker expressionlessly, then raised his sword and strode towards Armand Ray.
He has a gloomy face and is menacing!
Armand Ray once again set off a wave of darkness, overwhelming him!
The traveling poet rushed forward, breaking through the darkness with a sword, speeding up his pace and approaching Armand Ray. After a moment, he suddenly turned the tip of the sword to block his side.
"clang!"
The double-edged flywheel dart that came from the side was knocked away, and the traveling poet kept walking. When he rushed in front of Armand Ray, the latter also received the flywheel in his hand, and collided head-on with the traveling poet!
However, Armand Ray was completely unable to resist the traveling poet, and the flywheel was cut off by a powerful sword!
The silver sword body reflected the darkness. It moved forward indomitably, and the sharp blade seemed to stab the eyes!
Even if the divine glory is no longer there, the divine majesty is still unquestionable!
"The general trend of the times is justice!"
The traveling poet looked at Armand Ray in front of him indifferently, restraining the darkness and stabbing forward with his long sword. However, when he was about to touch Armand Ray, his body instantly turned into a puddle of sticky black substance and fell to the ground.
The cross-epee stabbed into the air, and the traveling poet was stunned for a moment, then he lowered the tip of the sword and poked the darkness on the ground.
The darkness that touched the blade of the sword quickly evaporated into black mist. Other than that, there was nothing special about it, and there was no figure of Armand Ray.
The traveling poet frowned.
He didn't think the other party would die like this. The way of escape was more like sneaking into the abyss.
"Alex..."
At this time, a gentle call rang from the side.
When he heard this voice, the traveling poet's mind fell into a familiar trance, and then he turned to look at the girl not far away who was bound to the chair by black vines.
Although the girl's face was pale and fragile, her eyes were bright and she looked happily at the traveling poet in front of her.
Seeing such a sight, the traveling poet felt inexplicably uncomfortable, and he stepped forward with evasive eyes.
"How are you?"
As he spoke, the traveling poet raised his heavy cross sword and prepared to help her release the restraints. However, before the sword fell, he heard the girl scream in fear.
The traveling poet was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw the nervous and frightened look on the girl's face, then looked at the cross epee in his hand.
Oh, I almost forgot, Qilisi is a witch who uses evil power.
"Feel sorry."
The traveling poet placed the heavy cross sword on the ground, then took out his own metal sheet and stepped forward to cut the black vine.
The girl's arms had been penetrated by the breath of the black vine abyss, and a shocking black line was drawn on the pale skin, as if it was ink splashed on rice paper.
Her skin was as white as jade, clear and transparent, and looked very fragile, with red blood vessels even faintly visible under the skin.
No, human blood vessels should be cyan.
The traveling poet's mind wandered for a moment. After he stared at the girl's arm for a long time, he suddenly realized something. When he looked up, he saw the girl's incredible looking gaze.
Probably, it was like the look he had last time when he insisted on saying, "I want to see her sister's room."
Traveling poet: "..."
He looked away in panic, stumbled and asked, "Um...how are you? Why are you trapped here by that housekeeper?"
Hearing this, Xu Shuo sighed melancholy: "Butler Armand was infected with the darkness at some point. He used the castle as a trap, trying to attract creatures and then devour them."
"and you……"
"I have a soul contract with Armand, and Prague Castle almost depends on him, so I can't stop him."
"Like this……"
"However, as he was infected longer and longer, he became more and more terrifying. I was very afraid that one day I would be completely devoured by him."
Xu Shuo blinked, his eyes watering: "Alex, that thing is really terrible! I can't understand..."
When the traveling poet heard this, he nodded with great agreement: "That thing is indeed an incomprehensible existence, and its erosion is extremely difficult to eradicate, because it will subtly change your consciousness and cognition, and it will also cause
People are becoming more and more depraved."
Xu Shuo was very pitiful but could not wait for comfort: "..."
Oh, I almost forgot, this is a fool.
He immediately put away the mist in his eyes, looked at the black roses and said: "Alex, Butler Armand will not give up. He has already planned to sacrifice the entire Prague Castle as his own strength."
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The traveling poet followed and looked over: "That place is?"
"Well, that place is connected to the underground... energy pool. All the power to maintain the existence of Prague Castle comes from there." Xu Shuo frowned: "But now the energy has also been infected by Butler Armand."
"Do you still have control over Prague Castle?" the traveling poet suddenly asked.
"The effect is not great. If Armand fights with me, I will be completely unable to resist. His power is too terrifying." Xu Shuo shook his head worriedly.
"I'll go over and take a look."
"Well, don't hurt that rose flower."
When the traveling poet turned around, Xu Shuo suddenly pulled his sleeve and said.
The traveling poet paused for a moment, looked at the girl, and then at the only colored rose on the stone-gray sculpture.
He nodded: "Okay."
After finishing his words, several pieces of metal flakes appeared between the traveling poet's fingers, and then he walked towards the rose garden.
Xu Shuo glanced at his back, then turned to look at the door.
The archaeologist had already dragged the unconscious female student in. When she saw Qilis looking over, she winked vaguely and stared at the girl without saying a word.
Xu Shuo curled up the corners of his mouth and raised his right hand slightly, holding a roll of kraft paper.
The archaeologist breathed a sigh of relief, walked over and put the female student down, then stretched out his hand to signal for her to hand over something.
However, Xu Shuo turned over and put away the brown paper, turned his head to look at the rose garden, raised his chin to signal, and finally spread his hands helplessly.
archaeologist:"……#!"
The thing is still in Bichi's hands, she can bear it!
The two were engaged in a silent mime behind the traveling poet, and finally the archaeologist angrily walked towards the rose garden, intending to investigate the situation with the traveling poet.
