Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 196 The Violent Mutation

"I remember that you seem to have said that you were an adventurer in the past and have been to many places. You should have a lot of combat experience, but now it seems that it is a bit misleading."

"Could it be because your Excellency thinks the weapon in your hand is not suitable. I think you should also use a sword. I just have too many swords. You put down that difficult-to-use long staff and I will lend you a sword. How about it?"

Cyril, who had estimated the Baron's exact strength, became more relaxed, but there was no hint of joking in his tone.

On the contrary, it is endless coldness without any emotion.

Cyril was clearly aware of his transformation. At this time, he seemed to have fallen into that wonderful state again. He was able to look at everything on the field from a more objective perspective, calmer, but also more fanatical.

But Abela didn't realize what happened to the boy in front of him at all. He lowered his head and watched the wriggling gray matter fill the damaged holes in his stomach and transform into a new layer of skin. Other than the constant wriggling, there seemed to be no difference from the original skin.

"That companion of yours will die." Abra said suddenly, his throat seemed to be filled with that substance, and his voice was rustling, unpleasant and harsh.

But the half-elf boy shook his head: "I have more than one companion."

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers suddenly, and a gust of wind poured in from the window, bringing a short and chaotic sound of fighting——

In the courtyard at this time, those Bandis rushed towards the man who was advancing with a long spear like a madman. It was completely shattered, but wounds were left on his body at the same time.

"You can shout, and I can shake people." Cyril said softly.

Abra didn't speak anymore, he raised the long staff in his hand, and the gray breath around him continued to condense.His face began to distort, and the blood vessels began to bulge. The whole face looked hideously covered with worms, and the blood vessels in his neck were extremely swollen.

Cyril watched his changes quietly, he knew exactly what this meant——

The priest forcibly descends the power of the god he believes in on himself. This is the skill that the future gray god priest will use when killing the remaining blood in the third stage. It is collectively called berserk.

The special thing about the rage of the Gray God Priest is that after he rages, he will take out a sickle from the void. This sickle can ignore shields, defenses, and hatred to attack. It is the most likely to overturn in the team. ring.

But at this time, there was no sickle in Abra's hand, only the long staff.

He watched Abra's mutation gradually stop. At this time, the "baron" was almost twice as tall as the half-elf boy, making people suspect that he would explode and die in the next second.

But Abra's sanity seemed to be a little unclear, his swollen and bulging lips squirmed, and the voice seemed to sound from the abyss:
"Your companions will die, and you will die, and I will kill you all."

"But you can't survive, the power of the gods is not acceptable to your weak body." Cyril said calmly, but what he got was a sudden howl: "No, I will eat her, as long as Eat her, I, Ambrose, is the real gray god, no one can kill me, I will gain eternal life!"

While he was roaring, the young man in front of him caught the moment when he raised his head and couldn't see the bottom. His figure was like a butterfly in the wind, and he was lightly approaching his abdomen—at this time, Cyril just happened to be with him. The baron's abdomen was as high as the baron's. Without any hesitation, the long sword in his hand pierced fiercely into his belly, which was not protected by any protective gear. In an instant, dirty blood spurted out, and his ears were full of "guji guji" internal organs crackling sound.

But the baron didn't let out any screams. Cyril frowned and shouted, and pulled the long sword across his stomach with great effort. Looking up from the corner of his eye, he saw that the thick and long neck was not suitable for human beings. The movement was bent downwards, and the swollen face had a smile that was not a smile, and the eyes that were about to burst out were fixed on him, and then a strange voice came out:

"I got you—"

Before Cyril could react, a huge suction force suddenly appeared in the stomach pierced by the long sword, pulling his entire arm into the bloody belly.Countless tiny tentacles grabbed his arm in an instant, squirmed on his arm, and then pierced into the skin one after another, making him even have no chance to withdraw with his sword.

Immediately afterwards, the baron's entire chest suddenly opened, like a huge container, pulling Cyril's entire body into it——

The world fell into darkness.

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Maemi yelled loudly and didn't stop for a moment.The sun shines through the gaps between the leaves, and scattered shadows fall in the forest.

In the mountains of Derek Province, a middle-aged man was cursing non-stop.

"I'm a commoner, but I'm also a pharmacist! My background has something to do with you, that damn old man, I'm going to tear off his beard and stuff it all into the corrosive potion!"

"Danya? Are you still asking me if I believe in Yuanyuan? If Danya is really fair, he will make me poor like that? Damn, I don't know how many times more theology than you monks. That position should be let me-"

He scolded incoherently and out of order, but Cyril understood it. This is a frustrated person who failed in the election—he came from the direction of Solkonan, and obviously he did not pass the exam in the medical center of the royal capital. Or a church.

Just, where am I?

Cyril didn't know what perspective he was in. He seemed to be very close to all of this, but also seemed to be far away—he heard the sound of horseshoes and bows and arrows in the distance. A middle-aged man, tall and handsome, personable.

That's Abra Sinai—

He recognized this person at a glance, and he was extremely nervous all of a sudden. If it wasn't because he didn't have his current body, he would definitely hold the sword immediately.

The two middle-aged people got closer and closer, and finally, when the pharmacist stopped and picked up the rabbit with an arrow stuck on the ground, he suddenly thought of something, and an evil expression appeared on his face. With a smile, he quickly pulled out the arrow and applied some potion on the rabbit.

The pharmacist handed the rabbit to Abra, and the two walked together. It rained heavily at night, and Abra ate the rabbit in the cave...

In the end, there was only one person who walked out of the cave.

Abra Sinai.

When he finally walked out of the forest, he carried a girl on his back——

Nirola Sinai.

Cyril suddenly understood where he was.

He was in the memory of the apothecary who pretended to be the Baron.

(End of this chapter)