Knight of the Light

Topics like soul and deities are too mysterious and can easily trigger discussions.

A group of people kept talking about the body hanging on the torch, and Zhou Qingfeng was a little uncomfortable. Not long ago, the hanging man talked to him in a strange tone. But in the blink of an eye, the opponent turned into a cold stiff body.

Hearing the quarrel, Todd the barbarian stopped and listened to the crowd outside the circle.

Zhou Qingfeng asked what he was talking about?

Todd replied: "The believer of the evil **** is not a weak person, and this cold wind and injury will not kill him. Lukans will not kill him easily, it is nothing but constant torture. But he died."

Todd pointed to the person who was examining the corpse. "That is a necromantic wizard apprentice. He can tell whether the soul of the deceased is still there. Normally, the soul does not dissipate after death, unless something special happens. "

Zhou Qingfeng didn't understand anything, he just saw a guy in a robe sticking out his withered fingers and examining the hanging body.

"Todd, what gods do thieves generally believe in?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"Thieves believe in a lot of gods, but the strongest is 'Dark Sun', the **** of murder, Chiric. Its priesthood is 'murder', 'fraud', 'lie', 'phantom', a young man who desires power Tend to follow it.

But Ciric was a neuropathy. It is narrow-minded, arrogant, and considers itself stronger than any god. So it often does strange things.

For example, it disappeared from its sovereign kingdom, the Supreme Throne, a few years ago. Some people claim that Cyric is crazy, some people say it is wandering on earth. Because of this, his followers and enemies are looking for him everywhere.

It is true that Cyric's divine power was greatly lost. Although the dark church insists that there is no problem with its deities, its priests can occasionally obtain divine magic through prayer, but the number and power of divine magic are constantly weakening.

By the way, Cyric has a bad relationship with Bann, the **** of tyranny. The two evil gods fought very hard before. But as Ciric went mad and Bann fell, the war between the two gods ended. But now Bann is resurrected. "

Todd spoke for a long time, sighing long, and troubled by the eventful autumn.

Zhou Qingfeng frowned. The victim was in contact with the evil **** Ban En last night, but was cut off by his vitality. The situation before his death was very strange, making him always feel cool behind his neck, but turning back but nothing.

Just then

A dark voice sounded out of thin air in Zhou Qingfeng's ears, "Boy, are you scared? Last night you were making troubles and intercepting the vitality of the believers in Ban, right? Your fear excites me, and your origin makes I'm curious."

"Who?" Zhou Qingfeng turned his head again, looking around.

Todd was on the side, watching Zhou Qingfeng's head turn like a gyro, and asked, "Victor, what are you doing?"

Suspicious Zhou Qingfeng was sweating. He didn't find anything, only to smile at Todd: "The wind, my neck is cold with a gust of wind."

With that said, Zhou Qingfeng really felt cold in his neck. It seemed that someone was deliberately pouring cold wind into his neck, and made a funny laugh, taunting him, "boy, you seem so ignorant, not even a barbarian.

Those things he said, as long as he stayed in a tavern for two months, the bard could put all kinds of ancient legends in your mind. You just don't know anything. "

This weird voice kept Zhou Qingfeng's frightened soul out of his body. He stood rigidly and didn't dare to move, and asked in shock: "Who are you? Where are you?"

"I'm Cyric, the neuropathy that the barbarians say, and I'm in your head. The conversation with you just made me regain a little memory. I decided to reward you and transform you into my servant, a daily blessing My greatness, what do you think? "

A **** sneaked into his mind?

It is false to say not to panic.

Zhou Qingfeng reached out and touched the back of his head, even touching it up and down, but found nothing abnormal. He said in his heart, "Are you really a god? What do you run over me?"

"Because you are funny, an ant-like mortal dares to ridicule me and provoke me. This is so funny. I am the only true **** in the world. What do you think I should do?" His voice was loud. laugh.

Zhou Qingfeng was chilled by laughter. He was running his brain at high speed in a panic and forcibly asked, "You are really a god? But how can you end up in this situation? Don't you bully me like this?" "

The **** of murder, Cyric, is one of the few powerful gods in the human deity of Feren.

It likes to make up lies and conspiracies, and it kills close friends, lovers, and relatives. Its followers spread disputes and murders everywhere, leading mortals to destruction and disrupting the normal operation of world order.

'Dark Sun' proves more than once that it can use any means to gain strength. However, it would certainly not tell Zhou Qingfeng that it was because of the extreme thirst for power and because it was trying to become the **** of gods that it had done a stupid thing a few years ago.

In order for all mortals and even gods to worship themselves, Chiric consumed a great deal of divine power to create a ‘Siri Sutra’. This powerful book promotes Cyric as the only true **** in the world.

As long as you read this book, any mortal and deity will become a believer in Cyric unconditionally, manipulated and directed by it. As a result, after writing this book, Chiric was so happy that he read the Scriptures for the first time.

Therefore, under the influence of this artifact, Cyric turned into an idiot who only knew that he praised himself, and fell directly from the kingdom of God and fell into the world.

His powerful divine power disappeared, his divine thoughts disintegrated, and his mind was hazy, so that he had to rely on a mortal to survive.

But even so, Cyric retains some divinity, something that ordinary people can't resist. It still has a bad character, loves to play with conspiracy and tricks, and loves to see mortals kill each other under its threats and lies.

Last night, Cyric was attached to a fellow believer in Bane, and wished that the flow of information would continue to change color because it was playing a trick. Right now it gets rid of the unfortunate egg and is attached to Zhou Qingfeng

The sound of grotesque laughter grew louder and louder in Zhou Qingfeng's mind, making his heart beat faster, he was upset, but there was nothing he could do. Until the sound of the weird laugh turns into a scream

"What's going on? You're actually an unbeliever." Cyric, who had penetrated Zhou Qingfeng's brain, asked in surprise. "You still despise the gods, despise all the gods. How can you have such courage? The power of the gods is that you cannot imagination."

In Feren, belief in a certain deity is the instinct of a wise creature. The unbeliever is more terrible and more extreme than the heathen.

The angry Fury shriek roared like a storm setting off a raging wave. The sound waves hit every corner of Zhou Qingfeng's mind, and the oscillating echo caused a strong body resonance, making him tremble.

Just shyly for a long time, he found himself completely useless.

Zhou Qingfeng was originally cold and dying. After being so roared a few times, his body raised a warmth, his hands and feet were much more flexible, and he no longer became numb and stiff. His resistance to the cold has increased significantly.

Calling up the panel of physical fitness, the original physical value of “ten” jumped by one square and became “eleven”.

Alas, is there such a good thing?

The higher your fitness, the stronger your body.

Zhou Qingfeng, who was trembling, suddenly felt less afraid.

"I believe it or not, it's a matter of your fart." Zhou Qingfeng, who had benefited, was suddenly happy, hoping to urge the **** of murder in his mind to make a few more angry roars.

Cyric wasn't stupid anymore, and when he finished the roar, he found that his current situation was quite wrong. "Boy, you haven't become an idiot under my roar, but have absorbed my strength?"

"You're an idiot," Zhou Qingfeng replied in his heart, "I don't know which onion you are? Is there such a bad **** as you in the world? It's too weak to sway you like an ordinary mortal like me. "

"Dare you mock me? I want"

The angry Cyric stopped crying, forcibly restrained his anger, and instead scolded resentfully: "Boy, I won't give you any more benefits. I can go and keep others and let others kill you This blasphemer. "

Zhou Qingfeng felt that the coldness in his head was moving away, and he couldn't help but feel a little scared.

Being possessed by such a neuropathic guy is really not a good thing. It is best if the other party is willing to leave.

But if this neurosis controlled others to retaliate, it would be a real hassle.

Is considering whether to beg for mercy, but Zhou Qingfeng's back of the Yin Yin cooling has not gone. It was as if I wanted to leave but couldn't, it seemed to be caught by something.

Cyric tossed for a long time, and finally scolded madly: "Boy, you are not only a believer, but your body is a cage. Are you from the underworld or the temple of nature? Was it specifically to trap me?"

The underworld is the site of Cranvo, the **** of death, and the temple of nature is the site of Luoshanda, the **** of the morning light. The two gods, one neutral and the other kind, are hostile to the murdering god, Cyric, and have long wanted to kill the lunatic.

Just Zhou Qingfeng knows this? All he knew was that this shrek seemed unable to go again. He was agitated, and he replied, "Whether your ghost can walk or not? Don't rely on me. I don't like 'ghost upper body'."

"I am a god, not a ghost! The place where I live is called the" High Throne, "and I am not the reptiles of the endless abyss, nor the coward in the ninth-level hell. It's the **** of murder, it's the dark sun. "

Zhou Qingfeng looked at his property page again, and the power seemed to show signs of breakthrough, but it was almost a bit. He thought about it, and continued to taunt: "I haven't seen you so incompetent, don't you want to find someone to kill me? Don't just talk about it."

justdoit!

Sirek yelled at him, feeling that he really needed to do something.