Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 200 The Heart of Origin
In the silent room on the top floor of the tower, Cyril slowly sat down at the table, and pressed Elina's sword hilt on the table, the blue blade flickered with the flow of the wind element in his palm.

And Nirola, whose eyes were full of scarlet, stared at him, and after a while, that ethereal and spooky voice appeared in Cyril's ears again:

"I know you, Mr. Mask on the locker. I'm amazed you're willing to rescue her, so... what do you want to talk about?"

"Talk about what you think of the monster down there screaming and trying to eat 'her'."

"Are you talking about my most loyal believer?"

Cyril narrowed his eyes slightly: "You regard him as your believer, but he regards you as his property. If Ambrose eats your carrier, then you will cease to exist—"

But only halfway through his words, the Gray God with disheveled black hair suddenly raised his legs, half covered his face with his slender and white hands, covered his mouth and let out a burst of chuckles: "Owned things? No longer exist? Haha, you put What do I think, a ignorant and ignorant human being... Oh, I didn't expect Mr. Mask to be an elf?"

Her voice suddenly distorted, and even her figure flickered in vain.Cyril's pupils shrank slightly, and he lifted the long sword in his hand in an instant, and the cyan blade made a "rustling" sound, as if something was rubbing against the blade.

He subconsciously raised his head back, but only felt a slight tingling pain between his brows. When he came back to his senses, he saw Nirola's index finger pointing between his brows—her whole body was almost Pressed on her body, the cyan blade was covered by her arm, the slender legs were bent, and her knees were pressed against her thighs.

Those originally pure and transparent black eyes looked so charming at this moment, she squinted her eyes slightly, poked the center of Cyril's brow with her fingertips three times, and licked her somewhat pale lips with the tip of her red tongue.

"If he eats my carrier, then I will become him instead of him becoming me-everything about him comes from me, as long as I want, he will kneel down for me at any time."

She looked up and down at the person under her pressure, but the half-elf boy didn't have a hint of dodge or panic in his eyes, instead he retorted coldly: "Lie."

"lie?"

"If you really had that ability, you would have already become the actual controller of this body. You are so weak that you can only hide your own existence. Only drugs can stimulate you!"

"If that Ambrose really swallowed 'her' and took away her 'earthly heart', then you will become a part of him and be completely assimilated."

He spoke quickly and clearly, without the slightest bit of panic in his breath, as if he was stating an established fact.

"You even know the original heart?" Nirola didn't respond to the first half of the sentence, but when she heard the "original heart", her breath suddenly flustered, and she breathed on Cyril's face , Then she lowered her head abruptly, with the tip of her nose pressed against Cyril's, as if she wanted the blood red in her eyes to penetrate into those green eyes.

And Cyril didn't dodge or blink, he just stared at each other quietly.

After a while, Nirola raised her head and slid off Cyril.She paced a few steps in the room, and finally sat back on the bed.

"I admit, you are right."

She said slowly: "Indeed, I don't have the means to deal with him. I originally thought that the disciples he brought to me would give me enough power quickly, so I gave him the scepter... What are you going to do?" ?”

Cyril breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He felt that his concentration had begun to slacken, and that state of extreme calm also subsided as his body became weaker.If Nerola hadn't been so active, I'm afraid he really couldn't delay that moment.

"We cooperate." He said quickly, trying to hide the change in expression caused by the pain.

"Cooperation? You want to use my power to deal with him? But I have no carrier to put my power on. My scepter is in his hands..."

"What about the original heart of the world?" Cyril asked back.

"The original heart?" Nerola shook her head and said, "No, I can't give that to you."

"Then we're talking in vain, or..." Cyril said halfway, when he suddenly felt a tremor, as if the entire tower was tilted.He immediately realized that this was Ambrose finally taking action, and it was the most brutal kind: directly demolishing the building.

"Look, there's not much time left for you." He cleared his throat, and tried to speak in the most convincing voice, "I'm just borrowing it, and as long as this catastrophe passes, I'll return my original heart." for you."

Of course that's what he said, but when the original heart is really in his hands, whether he can take it back is not up to Nerola.

But Nirola stomped her feet heavily instead: "You know the original heart, don't you know what it is? Give it to you, then what's the difference between you and that Ambrose?"

"The original heart? Isn't that just a pocket watch? The emblem of Gray God Cult is clearly painted on, and the player who got this item also showed such an item..." Cyril was surprised in his heart, and said After repeating the heart of origin twice, I suddenly realized, widened my eyes, and looked at Nirola:
"Could it be, is that Nirola's heart?!"

"You didn't know?" Nirola asked back.At this moment, the tower made another bang, and everything in the room suddenly tilted towards the south.

Nirola's face changed, she stared at Cyril's face, it seemed that the answer was written on the boy's face.At this time, Cyril was also in chaos. The plan was for him to get the props to inherit part of the power of Gray God, and kill Ambrose first before making a long-term plan.

But if the original heart is Nirola's heart, doesn't that mean that he originally planned to take away the original heart of the world, so he has to kill Nirola, and then poach Belinda's heart from Ambrose. Like a heart, dig out Nirola's heart?

But in his current state, don't say he doesn't want to kill like this, even if he wants to, it's impossible to beat Nirola?

"Is there... a compromise?" Cyril slumped on the chair and panted, racking his brains to find new ideas: "For example, a contract, or a spell..."

Consciousness quickly began to slacken, and the effect of the unyielding soul completely ended at this moment, and the pain from the wounds all over his body invaded his mind twice, and he could no longer see clearly what happened in front of him...

And the moment his words fell, Nirola's eyes suddenly burst into red light, and then she flung herself at the half-elf boy again.

This time, he had no energy to fight and could only let her press on him.

Then she bowed her head.

In a drowsy state, Cyril felt as if something had penetrated his lips and pried open his teeth.

Then, the cool liquid rolled with the tongue and slid into the abdomen.

A hazy voice whispered softly:

"this is ours--"

"contract."

(End of this chapter)