Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 201 Gray God, Burning Up

There is a misty gray all around, this kind of hazy color between black and white, which is generally not linked to positive emotions.

Cyril walked calmly in this gray area, the place where he landed had no sense of reality, but it was clear what he stepped on.

This is nothingness?

He froze for a moment, this situation obviously had nothing to do with the dissipation of the soul after death, it seemed more like the new gray god had found some way to successfully let him enter the ability of the gray god—if there was anything If it is related to a gray nothingness, all he can think of is Gray God.

He walked forward slowly, only to find that the gray around him was receding. In an instant, it was as if the curtain had been switched, and the surrounding environment gradually evolved from a hazy gray to an ice-white snowfield.

Then as he moved forward step by step, he saw the gray stone wall, the slightly sloping roof and the huge chimney full of the northern style of La Rochelle, and saw a watchtower, and on the watchtower stood a man dressed in A boy in leather armor - with long pointed ears and short gray-brown messy hair.

The young man was looking into the distance calmly. Suddenly, a surprised expression appeared on his face. Then he grabbed the horn beside him, blew it vigorously, and then quickly slid down the sentry tower. The town wall was smashed open, a giant ice-white bear opened the way, and groups of skeletons rushed in——

The screen stopped.

"Your memory, why can you only read it here, and the front is blank?"

A faint voice suddenly sounded from all directions, and Cyril recognized it, but could not tell its direction.

He doesn't answer, and then the footage begins to flow again.He watched the young man in the picture pull out his long sword, and a group of people had gathered under the sentry tower, only one was wearing armor, and the long sword in his hand shone with silver light, which was the symbol of the Silver Blade Knight.

And then—the picture after that is so hard to describe in words, it is completely crushed, and the undead swarming in reminds people of the years when the ice field was once ruled by bones.

The young man swung the long sword, and his movements were very beautiful. Even the master of swordsmanship in the capital might have to recognize his level as a novice.He separated the long sword of a skeleton and chopped off its head with a swing of the sword, but this was a battlefield, and another skeleton stabbed his stomach with a sword.He stumbled and fell sideways, into a cloud of snow...

This is Tap Town, that boy is Cyril Adrian, the Cyril who has not yet been possessed by him——

This is Gray God...reading my memory?
He silently clenched his fists, watching the young man whose body was gradually stiffening in the snow, his nails almost digging into his flesh.

The screen suddenly stopped again, and the voice sounded again, this time the voice was full of doubts:

"A sword like this, you should already be dead, right? Have you died once? Then are you alive or dead now? Interesting... ah!"

The voice suddenly called out, and then Cyril saw faint blue flames burning around the entire picture.He quickly let go of his hand and waved his arms, trying to drive away the flames that approached him, but these flames never approached his body, they just burned wantonly.

And this painting was quickly compressed in the blue flames, the voice screamed, and the tone was full of disbelief: "No, it's impossible, how could your soul be, ah!"

As soon as he raised his head, he saw a figure covered in blue flames falling down from the nothingness above his head. The scream of "Nerola" resounded throughout the space, and finally fell on his legs in embarrassment. forward--

"You, who are you, dead or alive? Why can your soul power stop my invasion? I am a god, I am a god!"

Cyril suddenly understood what happened—it seemed that this "gray god" did not intend to cooperate honestly according to the method of "borrowing strength" he gave, but wanted more, such as... Possessing This body of my own?

He squatted down, grabbed the unburned part of the long, smooth black hair, and lifted the face of "Nerola", but the face he saw was distorted gray.

"Hey, do you want to possess me, or do you want to control me?"

He stretched out his hand and patted this gray face, looking at the gray waves he patted, he asked softly.

"No, I didn't think about it, I just want to take a look, stop for a while, so that the fire won't burn!" Gray God wailed helplessly, his face instantly changed into Nirola's appearance, that Zhang Tian's quiet and elegant face was full of pity and helplessness at the moment.

But Cyril was not moved at all. He could feel that he was in that extremely calm state again at this moment. There was no sign of this state switching, but it was undoubtedly beneficial to him at this time——

"Don't tell the truth?"

He stretched out his hand casually, and suddenly a long gray sword was condensed in his hand, and then rested on Gray God's neck.

"Say, I said! I wanted to possess you through a contract, but now you have won, the original heart, you have also got the original heart! Look, this is the power of the original heart! Stop this fire, I I'm going to die, I'm going to die!" He wailed and writhed, even if he didn't use Cyril's long sword, his lower body would have been burned to ashes, and it would only take a moment for his upper body to be burned——

This flame that can burn gods actually started because of me. Is this my soul space?
Cyril frowned slightly, he had a vague guess, but there was no basis to prove it.

"Hurry up, if I die, the original heart will lose its effect, and Nerola will die too, you, hurry up..." He begged frantically, and Cyril looked at him calmly until he was dying, When he knocked his head on his leg, he waved his hand to extinguish the flame.

But Gray God gave him a bitter look, then rolled up his body and turned into a ball of gray fine sand, and finally turned into a small hourglass, floating in front of Cyril.

He subconsciously reached out to grab it, and then a bright light flashed in front of his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already returned to the room on the top floor of the tower——

The half-elf boy gasped and sat up, watching the small lamp hanging from the roof flickering violently. The light flickered like a galaxy leaking out from the clouds. When he touched his chest, the small hourglass seemed to be a pendant. It is hanging on his chest at the moment.

His body was full of blood spilled from his body, and it pooled into a pool. It was obviously the blood that erupted from the wound after the end of Unyielding Soul.With such a large amount of bleeding, I really don't know where the blood is coming from to drive his body to run normally.

Cyril called up the attribute panel, but what he saw was not his own attribute main interface, but a gray bottom plate with only his name on it.

This is the effect of the original heart of the world - he remembered the picture posted by others, and the panel corresponding to the original heart was such a picture.

Then he quickly swipe the panel, swiping twice to return to his main interface. At this time, the blood volume is still bottomed out, but there is a lock on the blood bar, which means that his blood volume is now in a locked state , This should be caused by his current special situation.

It seems that Gray God has indeed completed some kind of contract with himself. At least for now, he should be able to invoke part of the power of Gray God. This way, at least it is enough to clean up that Ambrose.

But his own panel seems to be a little abnormal?

Cyril felt a little strange in his heart, but he didn't care about it at this time.He turned off the panel, stood up, picked up Nirola who was lying on the ground for some reason, and laid it flat on the bed.

Then he grabbed the hilt of the sword on the table and jumped down from the window.

(End of this chapter)