Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 682 The Battle of the Soul

The soul is out of the body.

Cyril didn't know what his soul form was like, but the gray god in front of him had already started to spread out from a group of human figures to the surroundings again, causing the gray mist to gradually fill the entire room.

These fogs are not just decorations, Cyril can feel the power contained in them, and these gray fogs are getting closer and closer to the area where he is.

It was as if he was squeezing his living space—he had vaguely felt that his soul body was being oppressed by an external force.

"I just want to make a deal with you." He looked directly at Gray God and repeated his previous words.

The whole face of Gray God is shapeless, it is constantly changing, now it is Nirola's face, now it is the face of the dead Baron Sinai, and it will even become Cyril's own face.

"Deal? It's rare to have such an opportunity. Do you think I still need to trade?"

"I want your soul to be broken!"

That sharp and high-pitched voice set off a wave of sound, and Cyril felt a burst of tingling pain immediately—the body of the soul did not have any protection, and the wave of sound washed straight through his body.

"This is the battle of the soul..."

The sudden injury did not make Cyril feel the slightest panic. He knew the power of Gray God from the bottom up. If the latter had any ability, he would have already figured out a way to get out of the hourglass pendant.

The body and the soul are interdependent. His soul is imprisoned in such a narrow space as the hourglass. Without the supplement of external forces, it can only fall downwards, and it is absolutely impossible to ascend upwards.

He calmly watched the gray mist attacking him, then raised his hand.

"The relationship between the soul and the body should be very complicated, but the fighters in the Lurea era should not have nothing to do to temper the soul deliberately, but they can still fight with the attitude of the soul..."

"That is to say, the battle of the soul is actually not much different from the battle of the body, right?"

"Perhaps... even more idealistic?"

With a thought in his mind, he felt a surge of power in his hand, and then the shape of a long sword was condensed in his hand, he grasped it tightly, and swung it forward.

"Do you think the power of the soul can be mastered so easily?"

There was a sneer from the gray god when he swung the sword so ordinaryly, but the laughter stopped abruptly——

The gray mist created by him, followed by the waveless sword, seemed to be run over by a giant, and rolled back towards the surroundings.

They hit the walls, had nowhere to go, and finally disappeared altogether.

With just one strike, the gray mist that Gray God had accumulated for a long time was emptied in one fell swoop.

"This this……"

Gray God's unfixed face twisted violently, and he couldn't believe that the home field he had created was easily deciphered like this.

And when he looked up at the young half-elf again, he almost fell straight down from mid-air in fright——

What exactly did he see?
Several phantoms are superimposed behind the young half-elf, the brightest one is the image of a giant tree, it shakes its branches covered with green leaves, every time it shakes slightly, there is a layer of invisible halo Rippled, making him tremble all over.

And another bright phantom is holding a golden spear, and there seems to be endless sea water behind him. As long as the tip of the spear is lifted, it can turn into a raging wave and swallow itself.

He, what monster is he fighting against?No, no, the question is, why does a young half-elf hide so many things higher than his own rank in his soul!

It's unreasonable!

The long sword that was originally dim also acquired a new shape in His eyes at this moment. The guard of the sword turned into the wings of a white phoenix. The whole sword was like a slender phoenix with sharp eyes. Locking His position firmly——

Pfft!
This time Gray God really couldn't hold on any longer, He simply fell to the ground, unable to get up.

As for Cyril, who was in mid-air, watching Gray God fall like a kite with a broken string, he was completely stunned.

"what?"

I haven't exerted any force yet... No, I haven't even figured out how to exert force. You just hit GG like this?
You gray god, you are too stretched, right?
But this also saves him a lot of effort, although Gray God's strength is only a little at most, but if he really wants to be stubborn, he still has to put in a lot of effort.

So he landed lightly, pointing the long sword in his hand at Gray God's face, before he even got close, he heard Gray God's scream:
"No, please, don't, take the sword away, don't, don't come here!"

He felt that the pressure from the sword suddenly became a little less. He thought that Cyril was being merciful, and he really opened the distance. When he looked up, he happened to meet the handsome face of the young half-elf.

"Just now I gave you a chance to trade, but you didn't choose."

"It's rare to have such an opportunity. You chose to give up, so now, you have no choice."

He raised the long sword in his hand, Gray God shrank back with his face twisted sharply in fear, but how could he escape the blockade of the long sword?

The blade poured straight into the gray god's soul form.Cyril watched the mass of gray souls twisted in pain in front of him, getting smaller and thinner, and finally when he raised the long sword again, there was only a palm-sized soul left in front of him. .

He let out a long breath, then controlled his soul body and returned to his body.

Then he opened the door of the room, and the sound was transmitted far away to the end of the corridor.

"Nirola."

"come on."

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Every day and every night, Nirola wonders why she is alive.

Her life seems to be aimless, and her existence seems to be dispensable. Sometimes she feels that it doesn't matter if she jumps off the tall building—at least before she dies, she can still experience Feel the feeling of flying.

Yes, fly.

She promised the young knight that she would be a yellow oriole flying into the forest, but the reality is that she left the original cage, but stepped into a helpless cage surrounded by herself.

Maybe... by jumping off a tall building, can you fulfill your promise?

More than once, she controlled her frail body and climbed onto the roof of the lord's mansion.However, the pitiful scale of the Lord's Mansion, which is less than three floors high, would at most cause her to break a bone.

Even if she was really asked to climb to the top of a high tower, she would not dare to jump off.

That young knight, Cyril Adrian, who rescued me, certainly didn't mean to die just like that.

If there is anything else that motivates her to live...

Perhaps it was this young knight.

She was wearing a plain white dress, and her long black hair fell to her waist.The temperature in the underground laboratory was much lower than outside, so she stood at the entrance of the corridor for a while in such a dress, and then began to tremble.

"Come and sit down."

A gentle voice came from behind, she turned her head, and Miss Mage had brought two chairs from nowhere and placed them on the opening of the corridor.

"K...Miss Christian..." She said timidly, hesitated for a moment, moved her steps, and sat beside Mia.

"Are you worried about him?"

Mia naturally asked Nirola who was sitting next to her. The latter hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly.

"He is not someone who needs to be worried." Mia chuckled, "Instead of worrying about him, you should think about how to make him not worry about you."

"Let him...don't worry about me?"

"That's right." Mia nodded and said, "I can see it from his expression, he doesn't even know how to face you—in fact, we don't know how to make you better integrate into us among."

"Face me..." Nerola licked her teeth with the tip of her tongue, chewing the word in her mind.

"He probably blamed himself. He brought you out of there, but failed to give you a good life-of course not referring to food and clothing, but a rich spiritual life."

"He wants to heal your body, but he can't find a suitable way. Please don't resent him."

"Resentment? No, no, no, how could I resent him?"

Nirola was so frightened by Mia's words that she almost fell off the chair. She grabbed the edge of the chair, and the thin blue blood veins on the back of her hand were raised, stretching like a tree on her white and excessive arms. with.

What responded to her was another series of light laughter from Miss Mage.

"Go, it's just a joke, don't be intimidated." Mia said with a smile, "Of course I know you won't resent him, just like everyone in our lord's mansion."

"Our current life is all because of him. Without him, maybe I would have died under the mage's tower in the north, and Elena would not be able to leave the northern border, especially Caroline."

"Perhaps... even if he has to kill me one day, I will take the initiative to face his sword with my chest."

She said softly, her fingers couldn't help holding the transparent drop-shaped pendant on her chest, her eyelids drooped slightly, and there was a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Looking at Mia's expression, Nirola couldn't help but said, "Miss Christian...you..."

Before she finished speaking, there was a sound of opening the door in the corridor, followed by the clear voice of the young Marquis, who floated from a distance:
"Nirola, come here."

She stood up immediately, and the violent movement made her almost fall again.Mia quickly supported her, helped her to the opening of the corridor, and let go of her hand.

"You... won't you come with me?"

"He called you, not me." Mia shook her head, "Go, let him stop worrying about you."

Her palm pushed Nirola's back lightly, and Nirola trot involuntarily. She stumbled to the end of the corridor and stood at the door of the room that the young Marquis had entered before.

And those deep blue eyes were watching her quietly.

"I don't know how feasible this plan is, and I don't know if it can really help you, but this is the only way I can think of."

As Cyril said, he lowered his head slightly, reached behind his neck, and unlocked the lock of the hourglass pendant.

Then he lowered his body so that he was at the same height as Nerola, and then put his hands behind her head, passed under the long black and smooth hair, and hung the hourglass pendant around her neck.

Nerola felt that her breathing was tense, that face was so close to her, as long as she leaned forward a little, the tip of her nose could hit the opponent's cheek unceremoniously.

"Ah, Adrian..."

She stammered and said, what she got was a doubtful "hmm" from the boy.

"I, I don't want you to worry about me anymore."

At this moment, the lock is locked.

Cyril's hand was still behind her head, he looked straight into the pair of black eyes, and then whispered:
"I believe you."

"Next, go into the room and lie down on that bed."

"Then go fight."

"This is a battle that belongs only to you."

"Danya, may the stars shine on you."

He withdrew his hands, stood up straight, and gave Nirola the door of the room.

Nirola stood at the door, looking at the empty layout except for a bed, she inhaled deeply and exhaled again.

Then, the trembling figure returned to stability.

Without delaying for even a second, she resolutely stepped into the room.

The thick black door gradually closed as she lay on the hotbed.

Cyril stood at the door for a long time before slowly walking towards the entrance of the corridor.

"Is the success rate high?"

Mia folded her arms, leaned against the wall, followed his pace as he passed her, and asked in a low voice.

"Success rate... I don't know." Cyril shook his head, "I have cut down the gray god's soul as much as possible, but how strong is Nirola's own soul, and can it defeat the extremely weakened gray god? Soul, I can't make any inferences."

"Doesn't that mean..."

"She will definitely come out of it, but I don't know whether the one who came out successfully devoured the Gray God or was swallowed by the Gray God."

"As I said, this is her own battle and none of us can help her."

"Whether she can flap her wings, take off again, and pursue a higher area depends only on herself."

And at the same time.

Nerola lay flat on the warm bed, and after the door closed, she could only hear her gradually heavy breathing.

The cold bed was pressed against her back, and with one hand on her chest, she could clearly feel her heart beating—it wasn't strong, and the rhythm was even a little disordered, but it was indeed beating.

She slowly put her hands on her chest, holding the hourglass pendant that Cyril Adrian personally put on for her.

A piercing voice exploded in her ears the moment her hands touched it:

"Don't, don't, please, I don't want to disappear, I'm a gray god, I—how can I be you?"

The fear in that voice stopped abruptly.

She found herself standing in mid-air, facing the owner of the voice, a cloud of gray mist.

"So, it turned out that he had this idea, haha, hahaha——" The voice suddenly laughed wildly: "You think this can erase my existence? No, you are giving me the gift I want the most. The body I want..."

Amidst the distorted voice, the gray mist gradually condensed, and a tall male figure stood in front of Nerola.

"Come on, come back to me—"

This voice sent goosebumps all over the girl's back——

He belongs to the Baron of Sinai.

Or.

Ambrose.

(End of this chapter)