Part Four: Chaos Chapter Fifty-Four: Who Beheads the Great Head
Asa threw the knife and retreated, screaming, and instinctively covered his head with all his strength. It was as if two knives and three hammers were stabbing and beating randomly. He had to rely on his hands to ensure that his head would not explode at once.
Bishop Escher opened his mouth at the same time, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out.
This mouthful of blood is so urgent that it should hardly be described as a mouthful. It should be described as a bowl, a large beer mug or a basin. This is not like an old man coughing up blood after being stabbed, but like a big-bellied man who has just drank enough.
He was soaked with blood and then vomited out after being hit hard on the stomach. His beard and white bishop's uniform immediately turned red, while his face was already as white as snow.
The lung lobe has been pierced by a knife, and the mental magic is not suitable for attacking from below. He forced to convert the magical power that controls the mind into an impact. This time he tried to take action with all his strength. If it weren't for his profound magic skills and mental
Magic is what he is good at, but the backlash of this magic can kill him.
But that wasn't the reason why he spurted such a big mouthful of blood. Most of the blood was forced out of his body by himself.
Light magicians at his level are almost completely different from ordinary mages. Even if their bodies are still weak, if we want to talk about the tenacity of vitality and resistance to damage, even strong warriors are not necessarily the same.
It can be compared with them. As long as the damage is not immediately fatal and cannot be recovered, it can be suppressed with the vast white magic in the body, and then slowly treated.
Although the blood-sucking effect of the necromancy magic attached to this knife is enough to deal with the strongest Behemoth beast, it is nothing to a top white mage who is very familiar with necromancy magic, at least not
It will be fatal immediately. As long as all the white magic is used to suppress the undead and dark atmosphere, as long as there is a priest to help, he can even pull out the knife himself.
It's a pity that the current situation makes it impossible for him to call for slow treatment. Only a little slower than Asa, another slender figure also rushed into the room behind him. This figure brought a flash of sword light
Although it is not as grand and powerful as Asa's sword light before, it is silent, sharp and vicious, like a needle that is hidden in the wind and rain. And it is an absolutely deadly needle, with a blue light on it.
It's a fatal label.
Escher's large mouthful of blood was sprayed from the figure who rushed in. After the blood left his mouth, it became a large mixture of blood mist and blood rain, sealing the entire area in front of the person.
This person is naturally Jessica who has been lurking outside with Asa. In fact, she got a hint from Asa to take action, and she should get up and break in through the window with Asa. If she can really do this, Hong Yi
Even if the bishop had a protective light shield, he would have died long ago.
But what Asa didn't expect was that the murderous aura and momentum that surged out the moment he broke the window not only forced the window to pieces, but even Jessica, who was supposed to break in at the same time as him, was blocked. She subconsciously
After giving in, the two men deviated in their actions.
If you want to fight below, Eskel will definitely be a formidable enemy, so as soon as Asa takes action, he will unleash all his murderous intent and strength. He is as motionless as a mountain and as silent as a forest. Once he takes action, he must go all out to achieve the goal.
One hit will kill. This is the key to assassination. But he forgot that the scary thing about this opponent is only his magic. In terms of body, he is just an old man in his dying years. He only needs one quick word to make a move. That is to split the mountain.
Shi's earth-shattering murderous intent and power had the opposite effect.
Jessica, who was a little slower, met the ground with a mouthful of blood spurted out by Eschar. However, she did not hesitate or slow down but rushed faster. She knew that this was an excellent time, and it might be possible
It was the only time. Although the temple knights and guards left, they could not be far away. Although the sound of wind, rain, thunder and lightning was loud, it was impossible for the warrior with outstanding martial arts to not notice the sound of the broken window and the scream just now. So she did this
Lily's blow did not slow down at all, and was faster and harder. Even if there was a fatal magic curse in this mass of blood mist, she would still send the dagger in her hand into the cardinal's throat.
The body rushed through the blood mist without any hindrance, and Jessica was briefly surprised. This was just a mouthful of blood, and it did not contain any magic to play any protective role. But what followed immediately
It was the cardinal who roared hoarsely with great pain: "Sure."
Jessica's figure, which was rushing forward like a sharp arrow, suddenly froze, and then fell down like a puppet.
Escher's feet went soft and he almost fell to the ground. Even though his body was already very good and well maintained compared to an old man of the same age, he suddenly spurted out a quarter of his body's blood.
It was unbearable to go. But only in this way, and only by using the force of the blood rushing out to temporarily alleviate the knife's suction of blood and essence, could he allocate part of his magic power to cast this spell.
Although the cardinal almost risked his life in order to use this magic that he usually wields freely with a hand, there is a look of relief on his pale face now. Talis and the guards can definitely hear this.
No matter where they are in the church, it will definitely take less than half a minute to rush over.
But these tens of seconds were all fought back with his own life. This method of relying on instantaneous massive blood loss to resist such a deadly blood-sucking weapon is not found in any magician's spellcasting story, but in his
The method I came up with relied on my profound understanding of white magic and necromancy magic, as well as my decision-making and judgment at the moment of life and death.
Although the failure of this assassination was due to the assassin's own minor mistakes, we have to admit that the biggest reason was the cardinal's own strength.
At this time, Asa was already rolling on the ground and screaming. While he was rolling and screaming, white magic light kept shining on his hands. This was the light of the white magic purification technique. Although he could not practice it because of meditation.
Gao You has other magics. However, the most basic white magic such as purification and healing can be used by him as well as the priests of the church. However, the white magic that originally has the same effect on other curses and magic is like ice water dousing fire.
It had no effect on the severe pain that had spread throughout the body.
Eschael was extremely surprised that this man could still use magic. He was so unprepared at such a close distance that he received a mental impact with all his strength. Even Lancelot would never be able to keep him awake.
But even though this kid was able to use magic, Eskel still didn't panic at all. This mental impact was almost the essence of all his mental magic, and the way mental magic worked was originally completely different from other systems of magic. The white magic
Dispelling it is almost ineffective. Not to mention this kid's half-baked white magic, even if His Majesty the Pope comes in person, it won't be so easy to dispel it.
The most important thing is that although all the magic power has been sent into Asa's body, it is still subtly connected with the consciousness of the cardinal himself. Ascher recited the incantation, his eyes locked like a throw.
Asa was rolling on the ground like a fish on a soldering iron.
Asa didn't know this, the only thing he knew was that he was crazy.
All the nerves and sensations that can feel pain, itching, discomfort, and nausea are working hard, and various hallucinations are constantly generated in the mind, overlapping and catalyzing each other. Hallucinations and pain guide each other and catalyze each other, occupying almost all of the consciousness. All of them
All the feelings in his mind were like a group of rats that had been poured with boiling water, going crazy and confused in their consciousness. He felt that he was almost using his stomach to breathe, his nose to listen, and his ears to see, and he was about to bite out his own throat with his eyes to eat.
The thumb is then digested by the bones and turns into a ball of meat that spurts out from the top of the head...
But since he can still feel that he is crazy, it means that he is not crazy yet. The most central point in his thinking can still remain clear, and he still strives to mobilize all possible powers in his body to dispel the magic in his mind.
When the fourth purification spell failed, he seemed to hear a strange murmur. The originally frantic consciousness immediately began to become even more frantic. The clear spot was almost overwhelmed by crazy thoughts, and he could even predict that
After he went crazy, his first reaction was to bite off his own hand and then turn around to peel apart Jessica Yabin and the crazy little girl who were frozen on the ground, ravage, grab, enter and tear them apart.
Swallow...
In the sea of his own consciousness, he could almost see himself sinking into a blood-red quagmire of crazy desire, sinking... The ground above his head, the sky under his feet, everything he could see and feel was a blur of flesh and blood, upside down and blurry.
Flesh and blood... killing, violence, death, flesh and blood, viscera, sexual desire, flesh and blood, violent death, visceral killing...
Just when he was about to sink completely, he finally gathered all his strength and found a powerful fulcrum. He finally used the dark meditation technique to expand that little bit of clarity to his entire consciousness. Although there was still no way to dispel that
This kind of mental magic is closely connected with the Cardinal's consciousness, but he can finally get rid of the illusion of consciousness and regain the feeling of his body.
Asa suddenly shouted loudly, this time it was not just his hands but his whole body that glowed, and the white light was no longer the crystal hazy magic, but another kind of stronger and more powerful light.
As his body shook violently a few times during the loud shouting, Asa finally let go of his hands covering his head. He suddenly jumped up, raised his head and stared at Eskel, his eyes were blood red. Not only his eyes, but also
Red blood flowed from his nose, the corners of his mouth, and even his ears. If he hadn't been still standing, he would have been a fresh corpse that had just been hit with a stick from behind, bleeding to death.
A look of surprise appeared on Escher's face. He felt that although the magic he had sent into his opponent's body had not been dispelled, it had been surrounded and could no longer roam freely in his mind.
Asa looked at the cardinal. This opponent was now standing against the wall. His face was as pale as a piece of paper, with large areas of blood stains on his body, and his eyes were dull. Such a dying old man almost turned him into a deformed man.
Worse than a dog. He started suddenly and punched with all his strength.
There was a sound of impact. The sound of bones shattering in the muscles sounded like a large handful of fried beans crushed through a cloth bag.
Asa could feel that the muscles and bones of his left arm were immediately mixed into a ball under his punch. Compared with the huge pain, he was more surprised. He didn't understand that he was supposed to punch the red-coated
Why did the punch that turned the bishop's head into a ball of flesh fall on his three arms? If he hadn't put away part of his fighting spirit in a blur, I'm afraid this punch would have caused his left hand to fly out.
The footsteps and shouts of Talis and the guards were already faint and reversible. Asa was shocked and chilled.
If you want to escape, this is your last chance. But if you want to kill, this is also your last chance. Escape or kill?
Eschar was still leaning against the wall, weak and dying. It seemed that as long as someone came up and poked him with his finger, the seriously injured old man would die. At this time, he made a strange gesture and stretched out his finger.
, pointing at Asa from afar.
He just pointed in the distance and did nothing else. Although his gray eyes had lost their vitality due to blood loss and injury, they did not show the slightest panic or fear. Instead, they had a light like a cat playing with a mouse.
Seeing the cardinal's eyes, an inexplicable murderous aura and anger immediately erupted in his chest. He roared angrily and punched out... punched in. The punch hit his chest hard, and he immediately
There were two crisp sounds of bones breaking. He flew out and knocked down Yabin, who had been half-kneeling there. The two of them rolled to the ground together.
A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. Asa looked at his fist in disbelief. What surprised him was not that his body was not obeying his orders, but that this punch was indeed a hard punch directed by him.
He went up. Just when his murderous anger was directed at the Cardinal and he clenched his fists to vent his anger and murderous intent, at that moment the target in his mind suddenly became himself. Asa remembered it clearly
, when I threw that punch, the murderous intention towards myself and my identification of the target were indeed real, and there was even a feeling that I had made up my mind to punch this punch ten years ago and finally got my wish.
of pleasure.
"More than half of my mental magic power is still in your head. Do you think you can completely suppress it with your little fighting spirit? Even if it can't make you crazy, it can still be done by distorting your attack consciousness."
Eschar coughed twice, and his face twitched. Although the wound he just made was wrapped with all his white magic power and was not fatal, the pain caused by every slightest movement was still so sharp.
His heart was piercing. But even so, he still stretched out his finger to point at Asa on the ground, even though this action might be the only action he could do with all his strength now. "Although I don't dare to use white magic anymore,
But the manipulation is still possible with the use of magic. As long as you are hostile, angry, and murderous, I can also let you direct the murderous intent into yourself."
Chaotic footsteps sounded on the stairs, and the guards had arrived. The fastest approaching footsteps were the sound of the Temple Knight's steel boots hitting the marble surface.
"I didn't expect that the meditation of reality would allow you to use magic when my mind rushes in. It's a pity that it's useless for you to use magic now. The magic of the mind will not be dispelled." Although Eskel is still weak.
, but that majestic and solemn face, even if it is weak against the blood, is still majestic and a little ferocious. "Don't worry. I won't hand you over to Magnus. I will find an opportunity to take you with me."
Going back to Diya Valley, there will definitely be people who are very interested in dissecting you alive."
The footsteps had already reached this floor, and now he was the only one still standing in the room. He was undoubtedly the final winner. The cardinal smiled, and he retracted his pointing finger. He was very sure of the atmosphere.
It is impossible for Sa to have the strength to get up anymore, not to mention that even if he makes any attack moves, he can control him immediately.
Eschar looked at Yabin who was lying on the ground in a half-kneeling position. Although he was in a very embarrassed state and had a knife stuck in his chest, he still won after all. His face and demeanor returned to that solemn expression, looking down at all living beings.
"I almost forgot about this little ant. I let you hear something you shouldn't know, but don't worry, I won't let you have a chance to speak. I will tell Talis that you came with them."
The one who assassinated me cannot help but believe her in the current situation..."
There was another earth-shattering thunder. Escher's words suddenly stopped. The face that had just returned to its majesty and solemnity instantly stiffened and collapsed. But it was not because of this thunder, but just when he retracted his fingers.
At the same moment, Asa who was on the ground also used his hand to hold down Yabin next to him, and a burst of light from the purification technique flashed. Then Yabin, who had been lying on the ground like a stone sculpture, jumped up, and the light in his eyes was even brighter than
This thunder is brighter, sharper and angrier.
The sound of Talis's pure steel combat boots was only ten meters away from the door. To the running female knight, it was only the distance of two or three blinks of an eye, but to Ace, the distance of the blink of an eye was
For Char, it was the difference between heaven and hell. The cardinal's heart fell from the peak of victory to the bottomless abyss the moment he saw Yabin stand up.
An old magician whose physical reaction is not that good. In such a windy and rainy environment with no other guards around, he can face two assassins who have been lurking for a long time and have extraordinary skills. He can still bear the heavy responsibility and almost lose his life.
Controlling the situation can almost be called a miracle. Eschar is indeed a magician who could be compared with the current Pope. His decades of combat experience have provided him with decisive reactions and combat awareness in the face of danger.
Excellent foundation. Maybe some magicians can beat him in terms of magic power or spell casting talent, but his fighting consciousness is definitely the best in the mainland, so he almost wins.
But almost victory was not really victory. It was because this victory was unquestionably close at hand that he became paralyzed and forgot the first principle in battle, which is that as long as the enemy is not dead, the battle is not over.
Looking at the young man who had just jumped up from the ground, his soft and beautiful eyes were now filled with the light of a wild beast. Escher's heart almost died in advance. He was willing to pay any price in exchange for it.
Due to his carelessness at that moment, he had the absolute ability to control Asa on the ground and prevent him from making any moves. But now it was too late.
He understood that this young man who had been lying on the ground and could only listen to his words to clarify his identity but was helpless to do anything, the anger and murderous intention in his heart may be more crazy than a maniac with mental magic. The most terrible thing is
It's just that he can't use any magic now. All the mental magic power is in Asa's body, and all the white magic is used to suppress the blood-sucking fang knife on his body. If he reluctantly uses one at this time,
With magic, he was sure that he would turn into a mummy without anyone having to do anything. And the injuries on his body would never allow him to have any physical strength to dodge.
But under such circumstances, he had to fight no matter what. Escher also believed in his own vision. He could see that this young man was a smart person, and the meaning of a smart person was to know how not to be influenced by his own emotions and how to distinguish.
He weighed the pros and cons. So he immediately said: "I will cure your sister, you can follow me..."
It doesn't have to be that the young man agrees. He just needs to delay it a little, even for a few blinks. He has already heard Talis' footsteps outside the door.
The solid wooden door was shattered under the light of the sword, and the figure of the female temple knight finally appeared in the cardinal's eyes. The face that usually seemed a bit dull and childish was now so touching and kind, but at this time Eskel also
He felt a cool chill on his neck, and then he saw the whole world turned upside down.
He was indeed right. This young man was indeed a smart man, and a smart man would never seek the skin of a tiger. Moreover, no tiger was qualified to compare with a necromancer hidden in the church.
A smart person also knows that this is also the best and last time to kill him. He also knows that if he really wants to kill such a white magician, he must use the most thorough and safest method.
Talis rushed into the room just in time to see Yabin cut off the cardinal's head with a sword. The originally majestic, powerful and noble head of Erathia fell to the ground with blood stains, and the face
The expressions of unwillingness, anger, and despair changed a bit, and combined into a most suitable expression, they completely solidified.