Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 197 The Truth
Things related to the soul are mysterious and unknown even to Cyril, who was once a player.After all, games are always just games, and it is impossible to truly change people's souls—after all, in that world, people themselves cannot prove the existence of souls.

But in this world that belongs to the game, there is no doubt that the soul exists.Necromancers can play with souls, rare soul warlocks can manipulate souls, and special existences like "witches" can even talk to souls directly.

The first thing that Cyril thought of was that he was in this special situation - he still remembered that he was inexplicably pulled into Abra's stomach, perhaps it was because of this that his soul was miraculously connected with Abra's spirit completes a docking.

Of course he wondered how this was accomplished.Logically speaking, as a half-elf knight, his own soul has not been strengthened in any way, and it should be the same as normal elves and humans, which is not enough to support the collision between souls.

A powerful soul is often only possessed by the undead—even if they are not necromancers, those skeletons still need to make their souls strong and advance step by step, so as not to be beaten to death by the fire of the soul .

Oh, and perhaps the pseudo-baron's apothecary should be called by his real name—

Ambrose.

His gaze continued to follow Ambrose's memory.Through the potion, Ambrose killed Abra Sinai and assumed his likeness.This is not a low-level pharmacy ability, and the difficulty of making the disguise potion is even higher than those highly simulated disguise masks. It can be seen that Ambrose does have a very outstanding pharmacy ability.

In order to prevent his identity from being exposed, Ambrose has been reclusive since returning to the manor with Nirola Sinai.

From 1435 to 1436, Ambrose spent a full year convinced that he had lived like Abra before he became active again.He had no interest, if any, in the Baron's old daughter.He poured all his "love" into Nirola Sinai and slowly developed it.

He was doing research at the same time, spending all day in his study, leaving the town occasionally for a month or two.By 1438, Ambrose began to develop the town's economy, attracting tourists while sealing off the cellars.

Nirola Sinai, how she was picked up by Abra did not appear in the memory.What Cyril saw, only Narolakon had a mature body, but he had to learn everything from scratch like a baby.

But all he can see are some ordinary and ordinary people's behaviors of Nirola.No information related to Gray God appeared on her body, and many scenes of Ambrose and Nirola alone were covered by thick gray, so that Cyril could not peep.

It's as if these concealed memories have been encrypted and protected by people.

"As long as I eat her, am I the real Gray God?"

Cyril watched Ambrose bring out No.1 Bandis from the cellar, and vaguely felt that he had grasped the truth of the matter.He tried to see through the door behind Ambrose to see what was in the cellar.He tried his best to rush towards the door, even if he didn't have his own body at this time, he was desperately approaching that door.

But seeing him about to touch the scene behind the door, the world seemed to be aware of his existence. In an instant, his progress became extremely difficult, and every inch he moved forward made him feel like meat on a chopping board , being gradually sliced ​​into pieces by the knife.

But compared to the truth that was about to be caught in his hands, the pain of this knife cut was nothing.When he rushed to the door with the last bit of strength and looked at the scene inside the door, he finally couldn't hold it anymore.

The whole world shattered with a crisp sound like a plate being smashed.Before the endless darkness came, he saw a long white dress, and several figures knelt in front of her, kowtowing constantly, and then their faces gradually distorted, and finally became...

Bendis.

He couldn't help opening his mouth. If he had a mouth at this moment, he could definitely stuff a large light bulb in and take it out again.

Nirola Sinai is the "Grey God" believed by the Gray God Cult.

Messages danced and spliced ​​together in his mind one by one, and finally formed a complete script, which was displayed in front of Cyril——

Nerola is a new god born in 1435. Apart from having a complete body, she has no powers and no believers.If time is allowed to pass by, it may take hundreds or thousands of years for her to grow into the appearance of the lowest god.

This is unbelievable. The gods left this continent more than ten thousand years ago. The era of the gods was followed by the age of the gods and people. After this period of time came to an end, the world could no longer find "gods".

But Ambrose picked her up, and recognized her for what it was.At first he tried to master this god, but later he simply planned to devour this god and make himself a real gray god——

That is the future gray god in the game, Ambrose.

It's just that in the history of the game, although he succeeded, his body couldn't bear the blessing of the power of the gods, so he could only appear in the world as the "big priest" of the Gray God Sect, develop the Gray God Sect, and try to use the power of the believers, Make yourself a real god.

Except for a few mysteries, as long as Ambrose's sentence "As long as I eat her, then I, Ambrose, will be the Gray God" is not aimless, then everything makes sense.

All that remains is to wait for the reality to verify his conjecture——

In this thunderous truth, the world is completely plunged into darkness.

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Cyril opened his eyes, and the feeling of suffocation hit him instantly. At the same time, what rushed into his mind frantically was the severe pain from his whole body, and the tired soreness gushing from his chest.

He felt his own body, in a strange state of being unable to move.Countless tiny tentacles drilled into his body surface, giving him bursts of heart-piercing pain.

But amidst this series of torrents of pain, Cyril didn't feel the slightest tendency to slacken his consciousness.

On the contrary, while he felt the bursts of pain very clearly, his consciousness was even clearer, allowing him to calmly make a judgment.

Cyril immediately understood how powerless he was. If he opened the attribute panel at this time, there was no doubt that his blood volume must have bottomed out.If his soul returned a few minutes late, even if he could come back, he would not be able to get into this dead body.

Without any hesitation, his most rogue life-saving skill "Unyielding Soul" was activated immediately.When the last noisy pain that could interfere with Cyril's judgment of the situation disappeared from his mind, he clearly heard the sound of footsteps and collisions, as well as the sound of flesh being pierced——

Now that we are no longer in the small tower, where will "we" be?
(End of this chapter)