Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 761 The flower of hope blooms from the ashes.

"Do you want to swallow me in one bite?"

Cyril raised his head and stared fearlessly at the huge mouth of the abyss that opened above his head.His body was already covered with thick fog condensed by Fisebol, which was like a solid iron wall, firmly sealing him in this cage.

There is no way to escape, nowhere to retreat, the only remaining choice is to move forward——

"Fisebol!!"

The young man roared, the long sword in his hand lit up with a shining blue light under the power of the spirit of the sea, leading him like a meteor flying backwards towards the huge mouth of the abyss; and there was no taboo in this huge mouth The meaning of the person who took the initiative to provoke, just shut up properly when Cyril rushed into it, and completely swallowed the young man into it.

The surroundings fell into complete darkness, which even Cyril's [True Sight] could not penetrate.He poured all his strength into the long sword in his hand, but at this moment, it was as if he had crashed into cotton, and there was nowhere to exert his strength at all.

Cyril could only bite the bullet and swing the air blade that had been accumulated for a long time, but the blue light flashed in the darkness in front of him, and then disappeared, as if it had never existed.

His heart sank.

The current Cyril doesn't know where he is, and there is the same darkness everywhere, and there is no real sense of emptiness where the body touches, making it impossible for people to judge their own position.

When he closed his eyes to feel the surrounding magic carefully, he found that even the disordered flow of magic under the influence of Fisebol was gone.

It's like a vacuum space where nothing exists, and there is only him in it.

Can't feel the existence of space, can't feel the passage of time - when Cyril figured out the situation he was in, he finally understood what he was facing.

This is the true power of Fisebor, the power that the Tree of Eternity inherited from Nora, the god of nature, and then completely degenerated after accepting the negativity from Nora.

Filthy eternity.

He is already in a certain definition of "eternity", there is no change in time, and there is no change in space, he will be so eternally trapped in this space.

Fisebol doesn't even need to do anything extra to him, he just needs to imprison him in this space, and when time passes, he will naturally be driven crazy by the endless nothingness.

"So... is this the eternal power of filth?"

He stretched out his hand forward, and was in the darkness for a long time. He had even lost the perception of his own physical existence, and could only recognize what kind of action he made by relying on his vague impression.

This feeling of being imprisoned is extremely strange to him, but from a certain angle, it is very familiar.

He seems to have experienced such a feeling once...

When is it?

He closed his eyes, and the memory flipped forward in his mind, to the end of spring when he arrived in Amasir in early 1440, in that magical plain, under the tree of the last eternal tree, in the highest god Protected, enveloped in the eternal splendor of nature—

Yes, he had felt, and even possessed such power once briefly, in that magical plain.

That was the first time he had been able to see Nora.

The God of Nature once handed over its authority to him for a short time. It was a feeling that all the time was in his hands and he could control everything.

That is the way of existence of a certain power in the time element, which Nora named as "eternal" power.

Nora, the god of nature, is in charge of nature and the continuation of life.The eternity defined by him lasts in the form of natural continuation.

From a seed that breaks through the soil and germinates, it grows vigorously into a big tree, and then spreads its seeds to other places to complete the expansion of nature and the inheritance of life.

This is the "eternity" defined by Nora.

The power of nature is endless, and where the oracle of the god of nature goes, there is the joy of living beings.

Cyril's eyes trembled slightly. He did not expect that at such a time, he could accidentally pass through the filthy eternity and gain an understanding of Nora's eternity.

It's just... how does this help him break the current situation?

The voice of "town" "town" and "town" from Shengke Zhenwei kept ringing in his body, trying to remind him to keep his consciousness clear and find a way to break through.He could feel the power of Nora who guarded his spirit, which had become extremely thin under the erosion of filth.

I am afraid that if he lives in this space for a short period of time, his consciousness will also be infected by the ubiquitous filthy sound, and then he will become a puppet of Fisebol just like those soldiers of Saint Emma. .

This already seems to be a doomsday situation.

In the past so many civilization eras, even "Nolongad", which gathered the power of the entire civilization, failed to find a glimmer of life under Fisebol's hands.

And every time the era changes, the magic power that this world can supply is also gradually decaying.In the age of the gods and people, there are countless people who have climbed the White Tower Liandel and touched the White Ring. The extraordinary is not as good as a dog, and a newborn baby may have the power to reach the professional level...

Although the filth of the gods will also be weakened to a certain extent with the passage of time, but its already larger size and longer-lasting power preservation ability, the gap between civilization and filth is destined to only widen.

Now, he is a poor extraordinary little knight who has not even seen the shadow of Baita Liandel, who has just landed on the Shifen Plain, just relying on Nora's blessing, he also wants to destroy the highest god One of the negative emotions?
Is this too wishful thinking?
Such a thought involuntarily popped up in Cyril's mind, even if he suppressed it deliberately, such a thought could not be suppressed and rapidly expanded.He knew it was because his consciousness had been tempted by Fisebol. If he continued to let it go like this, the next step would be to give up on himself and fall into the filthy side...

If he really fell into the filthy side... Perhaps based on his performance, Fisebol would not turn him into that ugly dead wood, but like the imperial eagle Io Veros of Nao St. Emma Similarly, keep your own intact body, and maybe even become a leader of the end force, launching a trampling on civilization?

In the final analysis, Cyril Adrian, this identity seems to be on the opposite side of civilization, at least human civilization - "Breaker, Cyril Adrian" in the time and space of the game, isn't it The Great Death Knight of the Undead Legion?

His thoughts became more and more chaotic, and the young half-elf began to pant heavily, trying to regain his composure in this way.Thinking, thinking, he needs to come up with a way to break through this space. He has already climbed to the heights of Fisebol, and as long as he goes up a little bit, he can find the gap that Nora said...

However, every minute and every second he spent on his spiritual struggle was consuming the spiritual protection left by Nora.The sound of "Town" in the body kept ringing like a bell, but this could not prevent the spirit from being corroded by filth. The turquoise protective color became thinner and thinner, and finally, under the powerful invasion of filth, , completely melted into Cyril's consciousness——

"Buzz!"

It was as if a dam had burst, and the filth that broke through the dam and poured into his mind was like a vast ocean, wantonly occupying every corner of his sea of ​​consciousness.His mind was filled with howls of misery, and even the sound of warning from [Shengke Zhenwei] was swallowed up in the endless mourning.

think!think!
You can't just be swallowed by it!

He reminded himself crazily, but his final sanity gradually became psychedelic, and he began to forget who he was, where he came from, and where he was going.He is being assimilated by the filth, and when his last consciousness is invaded, he will be completely reduced to Fisebol's puppet...

Like a drowning man, he instinctively grabbed upwards.Those resentful souls gnawed at his spiritual hands, tore off his flesh one by one, and even bit off his fingers in one bite.He couldn't bear the pain, and let out a scream, and the moment he heard his own scream, his consciousness suddenly became clear for a moment——

Isn't this kind of scream exactly the same as those resentful souls in the filth?

And in this short moment of sobriety, he saw a withered hand in front of him, stretching out towards his direction.He subconsciously grasped that hand forcefully, pulling himself out of the sea of ​​resentful souls——

In front of him was a face that was almost completely dead, with only one eye intact.

"I'll watch you, I'll watch you tear that shit up Fisebol, don't let me see you fail—"

"boom!!!"

This sudden roar like thunder exploded in his ears, waking him up completely.He lowered his head, and thousands of resentful souls were howling in his spiritual sea, reaching out to him above, trying to drag him down and become one of them.

And the dead wood face in front of him kept roaring:

"Go forward! Go! Go kill the filth, go, go!"

"I'll watch you, I'll watch you tear that shit up Fisebol, don't let me see you end up in failure—"

His eyes gradually became clear, and then he whispered:

"Yes."

"I, Cyril Adrian, will tear that thing to shreds, and I will come back with success."

"Elandar, just watch."

When Cyril looked in front of him again, the dead wood face had quickly turned into ashes and shattered before his eyes, leaving only a golden spot of light.

He stretched out his hand, gently grasped the light spot, and then squeezed it hard.

Golden light overflowed from his tightly clenched fists, instantly lighting up his entire sea of ​​consciousness.The scorching temperature turned those resentful souls into flaming flames in an instant. They were still screaming, but the screams were quickly burned to ashes——

"The sun is fierce, and all things appear."

He said softly, then opened his eyes.

There was still that dark space in front of him, but the darkness at this moment had already been coated with a layer of crystal green light.

This layer of crystal green light came from the seed that was held in his hand that was raised simultaneously with his consciousness.

Seeds from Nora.

He pressed his palm lightly, and the magic power in his body flowed to the seeds, and the seeds responded to him with a gentle flow of heat.

"The flower of hope blooms from the ashes."

He read it softly, and then heard a series of loud "boo" sounds——

It was the sound of seeds breaking through the ground and taking root in the outside world.

The emptiness and darkness in front of him began to tremble violently. It continuously devoured the cyan that spread out from Cyril's palm, but that layer of cyan was no longer completely swallowed by it, but continued to spread in its deep layer.

Cyril watched the black in front of him gradually turn into a natural blue color, and when there was a sound of "Bo" in the black, the black space suddenly collapsed and shattered——

"boom!"

Cyril's figure fell downwards, just landing on a tree vine that had just sprung up like crazy.The black mist seemed unwilling to have such vigorous life force extending in its sphere of influence, wrapping around the lower end of the tree vine back and forth, exhausting it section by section, but this could not stop this section of tree vine from continuing to climb upwards!
Without any hesitation, Cyril used the magic power of the spirit of the sea again, this time injecting all of it into the tree vine below, which doubled its growth, and quickly lifted him upwards!

The black branches were broken open by him with a swing of the sword, and the mist tried to weave the cage again, but it had already dispersed too much power in blocking the new vegetation, and it was too late to stop the castration of the vine where Cyril was. , and the scattered dark clouds were also destroyed by Cyril.

In just a few short breaths, the vine has already climbed to the highest point of Fisebol!

He jumped down from the vine, and saw the dense black branches in front of him like a strong shield, trying to block his way.However, Cyril, who was blessed by the spirit of the sea, was a ruthless black forest weeder. He just waved it and chopped it into several tree trunks, which were scattered aside.

"Fisebol!"

He shouted loudly, his footsteps became faster and faster, he turned into a blue swift shadow, and rushed to the center of the whole tree, the top of Fisebor's main body - there was a distinct crack there , there are countless shadows squirming in it, and just looking at it makes Cyril's eyes burn and ache.

When Cyril looked at the crack, several thick tentacles immediately sprang out of the crack, trying to block the crack tightly.But Cyril gritted his teeth and became cruel, raised the sword in his right hand, slammed the seed with his left hand on the tentacle, and then threw it down with his right hand!
Like a dagger thrown by a rogue, Adonis' judgment pierced the seed precisely, and then penetrated all the way down, sinking into the crack.

And the moment the hilt disappeared into the crack.

The entire black forest fell silent.

　Finish this paragraph tomorrow!Exactly one hundred chapters!

　　
　
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