Ride and Cut

"Will you burn yourself when using the Holy Light in the semi-dead state?" While there was still some time, Richard asked a long-awaited doubt.

He remembered that when the twenty-odd people of Zhianyuanguang were trapped in the tide of the undead, they clearly saw that Carlos had used a black magic technique, which was completely different from the holy light he showed after he came to the mountain fort.

"Yes, but it's not completely incomprehensible." Carlos quickly and respectfully explained to his lord, "When you enter the Holy Scroll, you can control the nature of the Holy Light more as you please. From the Dark Pole to the Light and Step on the Divine Art In the end, light and darkness form a complete cycle, which is our ultimate dream of the dark source light."

He stretched out his hand to light up a holy light technique, and his adjusted breathing skin turned blue and gray, and the white ball of light in his palm turned into pitch black as ink.

"After this step, you can freely use divine art no matter in normal or semi-undead state."

"Aren't you just listening to grace?" Lord Lord was even more puzzled.

"Because I have better talents, I can realize some in advance." Xiaoka said very modestly, "and I'm not very skilled yet."

"Yes." Richard gave a thumbs up without hesitation.

Being able to master some of the exclusive content of the Bishop of the Sacred Hub at the Level of Grace is equivalent to a high-level mage meeting the unique skills of a two-handed mage, and the probability of being promoted in the future is definitely not so high.

We must know that whether or not we can take the last step, whether it is holy word prayer, magic, fighting spirit, or divine art, is a world of difference.

In the era when the tide of the elements was relatively sluggish, the ancestors even gave those extremely rare magister-level masters a super-exaggerated title-legend.

Now as the elemental tide recovers, the Magister has become less rare, and this overly exaggerated title is gradually abandoned. But it is still not difficult to see what a noble rank the bishop of the holy pivot is.

The extremely desolate Dark Source Light Sect can cultivate such a talent. The luck of **** is no longer a smoke from the ancestral grave, but a forest fire ignited on the ancestral grave.

Seeing that the time was almost the same, Richard left Carlos and Chief Setos to guide the Tiger Spirit Warrior, but he slipped quietly.

He has always insisted on the principle of hiring people without doubt, and since staying behind can't help much, he simply let the two of them make the decision on their own.

For this style of behavior, Buckland said it was broad-minded like the sea, and Annie said it was pure laziness.

But when the lord was about to go back to the castle to play poker, it was because of his amazing eyesight. Suddenly saw a beautiful figure sitting alone on the bank of the raging waves, facing the frozen water in a daze.

Surrounded by the withered reeds, Richard always felt that the back was a bit lonely and lonely-who else could it be if it wasn't Vera.

"Oh." Richard stopped for a long time, and suddenly sighed.

Ever since he decided to use the Book of the Dead, Vera was obviously a little depressed and hadn't seen a smile on her face for a long time.

In fact, when you think about it, she is just a very young girl. Should have enjoyed a carefree time with her female companions instead of frowning all day long.

So Richard rose up and crossed a few hundred yards like a swallow, sat firmly beside her, smiled and said, "Dear Miss Vera, how are you?"

Vera watched the river surface motionless, clasped her knees and said, "I want to go back."

The smile on Richard’s face suddenly disappeared, and he suddenly felt an inexplicable irritability in his heart. He took a deep breath of cold air into his lungs, and suppressed his anger forcibly, “No problem. I’m going to Cologne soon, just drop you off, and go directly to Bishop Paul. ."

Vera turned her head and stared at him, her eyes were a little red, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about your disgusting things that are not visible!"

"Ha! Can't see the light?" Richard laughed angrily: "Do you know who first reminded me to be alert to the magic of the undead, it's Xiaoka."

"He told me that if the power of indulging in the undead cannot be extricated, it will be assimilated by that kind of distortion. Even if the magic of the undead is only used as a tool to realize the holy light, you must always be vigilant and introspective!" Lord Lord coldly Said his face, "Touching his conscience, how can such a sober and calm attitude be said to be disgusting."

"I'm not arguing with you for those illusory things." Vera's voice also rose louder, and said **** for tat, "Excuse me, Lord Richard, have you ever thought about the consequences of those things being known by the church!"

"Do you know that even if everyone in Gaoshan Fort is tight-lipped, the secrets that too many people know cannot be kept for long!"

"Do you know how profound the church has been for thousands of years? What resistance will the small mountain fortress use once the holy war is launched!"

"Do you know..." Vera's chest rose and fell violently, and tears continued to flow down the sides of her nose, "I recently... always dreamed that you were escorted to Vatican and burned in public!"

"I know, I know all." Richard took a deep breath, softened his tone and said with a bitter smile, "I know that even if the Holy Light Church is a more kind organization, facing the enemy that threatens its foundation, it will be like As merciless as the wind and rain!"

"I also know that the mere Gaoshan Fort, dare to fight the Holy Light Church, is basically equivalent to being an enemy of the whole world!"

"I also know that following the route of the dark source of light, the process of acquiring the semi-undead mystery from death to life is also an investigation of the mind and body. After the greatest difficulty, the most precious wealth is also omitted. If you take tricks and be lazy now, you will have to double the amount one day in the future. Even if a group of pastors are spawned, it will be extremely difficult to be promoted in the future!"

As a pious clergyman, Vera can speak to remind Richard to beware of the Holy Light Church, this friendship is more real than real gold.

To repay a peach, the lord's words are all the words of his heart that will not be uttered.

Vera cried out of breath~www.readwn.com~ Then why do you still..."

"Stupid girl." Richard took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped it on her. "Because I don't have to plan for a rainy day, I'm afraid it will be too late. It's better to be afraid now, it's better than waiting to die!"

"Do you think you are smart?" Lord Lord sighed, "Elder Buckland can't sleep every night and paces around the house all night and all night. I still laugh during the day for fear of stress."

"Then how do you know..." Vera couldn't stop sobbing, wiping her tears.

"I have good ears and can hear voices." Richard reached out and stroked Vera's hair lightly. "Annie prepared a pile of false identities for me, saying that if things were revealed, she would run away by herself."

He looked at the frozen river and the withered reeds on the other side of the river.

The winter in the wilderness is cold enough to kill all things. Looking around, a vast expanse of unobstructed space rushed toward his face, which was shocking. I couldn't help but speculate about how much vigor for the coming year was hidden under the withered grass on the ground.

Richard stretched his waist and said relaxedly: "I said the big deal will die together."