Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 355

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Sesima frowned, her shoulders and back muscles tensed, and Mr. Z, who was slightly inferior in sequence and spirituality, was immediately suppressed.

Of course, Maria knew that the other party could not sit still, but just when she was about to repeat the same trick and use "bribe" again to make the other party lose the idea of ​​resistance, her mind was dizzy for a few seconds strangely, and she stopped uncontrollably. In situ.

The luck that Ademithor managed to bestow on me is now exhausted?
Maria suddenly realized why she felt dizzy, but then, her state seemed to drop a lot suddenly, and she felt tired and uncomfortable as if she was exhausted spiritually in a short period of time, and the edge of her body appeared Blurred, with weird shadows appearing.

Does the Dark Night Path have luck and destiny effects?No wonder, she thought in amazement, that good luck wasted so quickly!
"Damn."

In the shadows of a certain corner, feeling his flesh and blood magic retreat under the power of An Ning, the hidden Mr. Z thought angrily——"If I was in better condition and applied for promotion this year, maybe I wouldn't be able to do so now." That's it!"

At the moment when the new faces on the shoulders froze, Creste Sesima violently swung the bone sword, and forcibly dug out the affected piece of flesh and blood on her body!The flesh and blood struggled to fall unwillingly, and in the process of falling, they were so peaceful that their spirituality completely dissipated and turned into ashes.Immediately afterwards, Sesima's expression distorted slightly, and the clothes on his ribs seemed to be protruded by something. The bloody shoulder stopped bleeding in a short period of time, but it grew strangely. Out some black hairs.

Even the legs and arms that were in the hands of the previous battle seemed to have returned to normal, almost back to the original state!
"You deserve to be treated with the utmost respect."

His voice also became a little weird, like the roar of some kind of wild animal.

Creste Sesima didn't feel angry either. The more pressure the battle put on him, the calmer his heart and thoughts became. The wound had a faint tingling pain at the moment, like a piece of iron that was still warm It is generally attached to the shoulder of the "Goddess Sword".

"...that's the meaning."

After finishing speaking, she simply twisted the wound on her waist and abdomen, forcibly connected the disconnected blood vessels and muscle tissue, and then looked at Crestel, who had almost turned into a monster covered with thick bristly hair Sesima.

His thoughts boiled in an instant, and he was completely crushed at this instant. All the pain and good memories were mixed together. Mr. Z leaned back suddenly, his flesh and blood squirmed, and his body lost control Pounced around.

Numerous fragmented pictures flashed before his eyes, as if he had experienced countless times of life and death in a very short period of time.

The bone sword was picked up from the downward direction, Maria quickly stepped forward and turned around, the tip of the holy sword left a hideous scar on her arm, but her bloody palms were closed together to form a knife , still stabbing forward.

"If you can't hold on, you have to hold on. You have done a good job." Maria whispered, "But you have to hold on for a while..."

The breeze blew into the room, and Creste Sesima held the sword in both hands, slanted down by her side, and walked over step by step.

Maria will definitely not sit still, she is doing her best to drive her body, squeeze out the last bit of power from the flesh and every cell, she has no sealed items, and her extraordinary ability is not dominant, so she can only use combat techniques as much as possible To make up for it, fortunately she is experienced in fighting.Creste Sesima swung the blade equally viciously, his movements limping, because further abuse of the power of the holy sword to repair broken bones and damaged internal organs would only make him more of a monster, his breath With blood, the broken rib pierced into the abdomen.

When brutally killing traitors and sacrifices...while praying in front of the statue of the Lord bathed in blood after completing the mission...

"No Extraordinary characteristics are released...the holy object shows no sign of releasing Extraordinary characteristics! Your vital signs are also very stable! ——Quick! Send Your Excellency Sesima back! Maybe there is still salvation!"

Mr. Z turned into a puddle of flesh and blood in pain and merged into the shadows. His facial features, limbs and internal organs were completely scattered together, and his whole body was as thin as if he had been run over by a giant wheel a dozen times.His eyes stayed near the lungs, watching the lungs rise and fall for ventilation, watching the dense alveoli congest and burst, and then, a slightly heavy breathing sound came from the throat next to the ears, and he didn't know where he went The smell of blood gradually began to form in his mouth and tongue, then his heart beat faster, and he started coughing-although it was all messed up, it was still working normally.

The blade seemed to have become extremely heavy, and he had to hold it with both hands, and every movement felt more powerful than before.

the other side.

"Goddess Sword" raised the bone sword in his hand, pointed forward, and let out a shapeless roar in his throat:

As if a candle was lightly blown out, the surrounding world suddenly darkened, and Maria noticed the changes in the environment from the corner of her eyes.Having dealt with the Aurora Society all the year round, she can tell the difference between "shadow" and "darkness" at a glance. The monks of the Aurora Society will create a special shadow, which has a strong ability to devour and corrode just like their flesh and blood magic. , not even light can pass through.

In this case, the melee skills of the "barbarian" are also limited, she can't really use her flesh and blood to collide with a saint-level sealed item all the time!
Occasionally, her fist or palm would strike the side and back of the holy sword with great precision, making a loud metal crash, but this was not a long-term solution.Maria knew very well that if she couldn't defeat Creste Sesima, Mr. Z would also be just meat on the cutting board.She must defeat this person, or temporarily incapacitate him, to have a chance to leave.But at the same time, she is also very clear that although it seems that they are still evenly matched, in fact, she has no hope of defeating the opponent at all!

The figures of the two of them were tightly attached to each other, and they had long since given up their extravagant abilities, which were no longer important supports.The final result can only be decided by fighting.

A wriggling lump of flesh the size of a thumb was hidden on Maria's sideburns, like a pool of bright red jelly, with two small, one large, and three irregular holes distributed on the jelly.Now the orifices twisted oddly like a human face.

Maria wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, not sure if it was from pain or weakness: "Is this meaningful? I don't know why I want to fight with you. Actually, there is no such deep hatred between us. I am not your enemy." , but you will kill me even if you lose control."

...when bathed in the warm sunshine...when the children of the chapel with faith in the Lord recited the epic story...

"Ma--"

"Yes!"

"Remember to recycle the Extraordinary characteristics of the cultists."

"You're going to be a monster."

"Miss……"

Wonderful, wonderful... When being pulled up from the mud by that envoy, and being led to participate in the Aurora Society for the first time...

But the darkness in front of him was different, even quite ordinary.

Ordinary is like some unlit corners in daily life, rooms without lights, and night streets without candles.It is as normal as a small alley that you accidentally glimpsed while walking on the road. There is no gas street lamp in the small alley, and there is no light source. You stand in the dim light of the street lamp, and the alley is dark and deep, giving people infinite fear. It's as if it leads to another world.

The bone sword in his hand that was emitting a glimmer of light suddenly exuded a gloomy aura. This seemingly fragile bone should have been full of gaps and cracks in the high-frequency battle, and it broke in a certain impact, but In fact, there is an indescribable force covering the whole body of the bone sword, supporting it, and even making it indestructible and extremely sharp.

"Yes, wolf."

The lawyer sighed, and her defense really didn't work.

If Ademisor is lucky enough, he will definitely come back after everything here is over. If it has been more than ten minutes but no one comes to help, it proves that Mr. Z's information has been blocked, and it may not be possible at all. not passed on...

The members of the Red Gloves also know that believers of the true Creator are often unimaginably mentally tough, and can even be said to be the most acquired strength of the 22 pathways.Therefore, they did not try to put Mr. Z to sleep with gentle hallucinations and peaceful ballads, but launched an extremely violent nightmare attack, intending to directly crush the powerful spirit, tearing up the memory and spirit of the other party in the dream broken.

Suddenly, there was a stabbing pain in his mind. This feeling was very familiar to him. It was the feeling of a part of his body being destroyed.

"Your Excellency Sesima is still breathing!"

He saw the two figures falling slowly, the tip of the broken bone sword pierced the wolf-like man's throat, and the middle end of the bone sword pierced Maria's heart.

Creste Sesima's momentum also changed suddenly.

she said suddenly.

Maria stared into the green eyes of "Goddess Sword", and a breeze blew by them.In the only faint light of the gas lamp, the shadows cast by the two of them on the wall twisted violently. Sometimes the shadows intersected and sometimes separated, fighting fiercely on the wall like their masters.

...or in other words, within the straight-line distance from here to the location of the Dark Saint, there is not a single living mystic.

"Wolf."

Things have developed to this point, and there is no reason to hesitate.

Maria had only a very slight advantage over Creste Sesima, and this advantage was the rules she established in the Eastern District, and her advantage without the sealed item could be destroyed at any time with almost no negative The effect's relic is overridden.

Sesima also responded with a low growl. There were several flesh and blood tentacles hanging from his waist, and the roar of the beast formed a pronunciation similar to that of a human.

The red gloves quickly jumped out of the shadows, some to control the out-of-control flesh and blood, and some to rescue the "Goddess Sword".

Because countless weird and frantic hallucinations erupted in front of his eyes and in his mind, even devout believers who listened to the ravings of the real creator and heard Sequence 9 from Sequence 6 were unbearable, because these hallucinations were not only dangerous, but also had many things he longed for. the good part.

Someone found me?Someone attacked me? Mr. Z's will, which was on the verge of being broken, barely condensed, his eyes in flesh and blood opened, and he observed the surrounding situation—who found my position, who was it?What part of my body is destroyed?
Breathing stopped for an instant, and the invisible hand strangled Mr. Z's throat.

Sometimes, the movement of one of the shadows slows down, and the other shadow immediately pursues the victory, but at the next moment, the light and the thin light and shadow brought by the holy sword flicker into a whole piece, and the power and twist of disaster are intertwined, and the sharp sword The blade cuts through the blockade.

His thinking gradually froze, and his existing memories were gradually filled with huge false information. He clearly knew that this was the feeling of being occupied by nightmares and gradually dying, but he couldn't resist, and his thinking began to falter.

When killing people... when you're afraid... when you're worried that you won't be able to advance to Sequence Eight within a year...

"Thank goodness, the relic boosted his vitality... Oh my god, the relic was broken!"

Is this the true face of the holy thing?
Maria's eyes were uncontrollably attracted by the bone sword whose light became darker. She was not frightened by Creste Sesima's aura, but she also maintained vigilance instead of arrogance. Ben It was the desperate battle that once again became chilling.

Therefore, Maria guessed—probably there would be no reinforcements coming.

"Ma'am, I can't hold it anymore..."

This piece of flesh fused with Maria's skin and turned into a pimple the size of a mosquito bun, but it didn't itch, suck blood, or hurt.The three small holes in the flesh, representing the eyes and the mouth, contorted into a painful expression and made small sounds.

The world grew darker and darker, and the night fell upon her.

"Werewolves."

And things are slipping further and further toward the worst.

After being assigned to Backlund's Eastern Region, when she was overwhelmed by Maria's power and tried to establish a good relationship with her...after the Lord restored the glory...when those workers showed admiration and love for themselves instead of fear ...

The power of the bone sword is fully stimulated, and the advantage of its excellent compatibility with the holy object is that it can minimize the negative effects and maximize the power of the sealed object itself.Creste Sesima wields a pure white bone sword. His pace and attack speed are getting faster and faster, his pupils are erected, and his center of gravity is gradually lowering. With the vitality given by the holy object corresponding to the "Night Watchman", it becomes She built a fortress with a strong desire to attack, and Maria's "bribery" repeatedly collided with "misfortune". Without the blessing of good luck, she only succeeded twice out of thirteen bribes!

"And you will die."

Drenched in blood, the two pairs of similar eyes carried the same madness and determination.

A group of people quickly made a simple stretcher and left with the werewolf monster. The red gloves who stayed behind to clean up the scene paused and asked, "What is the code name of this Aurora Society's envoy?"

The red glove walking in front turned around, frowned and thought for a while:
"It's not important, let's deal with it first, go back and see which envoy is missing!"

TBC
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There is a sword that will pierce your heart.

(End of this chapter)