It seems that even if the old ghoul remembers that his whole family was killed by demons, he cannot escape the influence of the relics.
"Do you insist on remembering these things so that you can save the whole family?"
"Also for revenge."
The cloudy yellow eyes revealed emotions that seemed to be able to burn everything:
"There will always be someone who can stop Stone Oxenfurt. There is no one without enemies in this world. I know we can't, even if we all have the power now, we can't. But I also know that there will always be someone looking for that person.
A treasure, and then drive it out of our world. For this, even if I endure another hundred years of torture, it is still worth it."
Although ordinary people's emotions cannot create real miracles in this real world, at least they have done what they can do.
"Where is that item now?"
Shade asked, and the old corpse shook his head:
"Beat me, beat me in any way, prove you can do it, and I'll give it to you."
"Actually, I know that there is a high probability that your little daughter will be fine. I will prove it."
The old ghoul jumped through the glass and jumped from the window on the third floor into the courtyard on a dark night with heavy snow. Shade first put away the family photo frame on the bedside table, then came to the window with his suitcase, and then like a stream of light
The same group of red butterflies flew from the bright window into the dark night.
The red butterflies held up the suitcase and reunited into Shad's body in the snow that was completely covered with snow. The last reluctant butterfly disappeared on Shad's left shoulder.
At this time, the old ghoul had let go of the ghost dog. The ghoul was crawling on the ground, dark demonic runes running from its mouth to its body, and black flames with the smell of sulfur rising from its four arms and two feet.
, the whispering elements of the manor converge towards it, and the ground beneath its feet gathers a steady stream of cursed power onto it.
As the last owner of this manor, theoretically speaking, Old Watson is indeed the strongest individual here.
"I will grant you your destined death."
Shade kissed the circular emblem on his chest, then threw the suitcase on the ground and took out the most important item inside, which was a long copper sword that was almost as long as the suitcase.
The long sword is attached with the effect of the incantation "Undead Slash" that can cause damage to undead and undead creatures. At the same time, there is a simple gear mechanism on the hilt, which allows the long sword to spray various magic potions stored in advance.
This sword was customized by Old John and later enchanted by Priest Augustus. Although it is not the most expensive item in the suitcase, it is definitely the most powerful item.
Holding a long sword in the heavy snow, he looked at the creeping monster opposite. White smoke spurted out from Shade's nostrils. After a huge snowflake passed by, blocked his sight and then floated away, the corpse on the snow had disappeared.
Already.
The long sword with faint moon marks on it drew out the stream of light and slashed forward. The monster's roar and Shade's figure were all covered by the heavy snow.
The swung sword left colors in the night, and the flying snowflakes covered all the scars. The superb swordsmanship, the weapon that completely restrained the opponent, and the monster with no murderous intention made this battle completely without suspense.
After a long time, loud calls for "Moonlight" resounded in the snow, and the traces of silver light running through this illusory snowy night seemed to penetrate the entire night.
Shade was panting and put the sword away and put it back in the box. He lifted the box, brushed off the snowflakes on his shoulders and looked at the old ghoul in front of him. All six of his limbs were severed and nailed by a silver nail.
Holding his heart, he wailed in pain in the snow.
Shade ignored it and turned around and returned to the mansion. Not long after, Old Watson's eldest son with a rat tail, Old Watson's wife in a ghost state, and Old Watson covered in pink fat appeared.
The younger brothers were all "moved" out by Sha De.
The family gathered in the snow, and Xia De asked in a deep voice:
"It's time to let your little daughter out."
As soon as the words fell, the weeping spiritual succubus floated down from the roof of the mansion. She floated past Shade and fell into her mother's arms to continue sobbing. The soul of the woman who could not move at this moment,
He actually trembled with his arms and really hugged the girl in his arms.
Seeing this, Shade also took back the dark candle that put the spirit body to sleep.
"Demons, the earth, and relics. In order for you to truly die, these three powers must be eliminated in order. The first is the Keeper-level relic [House of Nobles]."
Shade took out the photo frame he had just taken from the bedside table, and then asked Old Watson:
"If you really liked that ghost dog so much that you kept it with you even after your death, then why didn't you hold it in the recent family photos?"
In fact, Shade wasn't sure about this, but it didn't cost any money to make a guess.
But this time he was quite lucky. The ghost dog that was spinning around old Watson's feet in the snow turned to look at Shade and said a man's voice:
"I'm very curious about the relationship between your ancestors and the Witch Emperor who ruled the Witton area. My specialness has confirmed to me that you are really the most important person to His Majesty."
The ghost dog looked up at Shade:
"If I didn't know that emperors don't have heirs, I would even suspect that you are a descendant of His Majesty Violet."
Shade smiled and shook his head:
"Crossing the curtain of time, running through the long river of time. I am here, she is there, we are all missing each other, and this longing can even span a long era. That's about it."
As he spoke, he recalled the blond-haired, high-spirited witch, but he didn't know when he would see her next.
"Is that so? I probably understand. You do have the style and elegance of a great noble of the Fifth Age. I am very happy to host you as a guest. May the great councilors and the Witch Emperors be able to protect their people forever."
Ghost Dog said, and reminded him kindly:
"But your opponent is an evil spirit demon from the Third Age. If you want to defeat it, the items in your box will not be enough. I recommend you to find Her Majesty Violet's weapon, which is also inherited from the Third Age.
The sword of the third era."
"Thanks."
Shade said with a smile, and the ghost dog nodded, turned around in the snow and disappeared.
The whispering elements are gradually receding, but the night has not faded away, and the old mansion standing in the snow behind them is still the same. It's just that the five monsters in front of them were in a daze for a while before they realized what was happening at this time.
"Then there's the curse of the Crazy Earth, but before casting the spell, I need to get the treasure here first."
Shade reached out to the sobbing girl, who turned her back to Shade and moved her face away from her hands. The old woman reached out and took out a box from her hand, and then handed it to Shade.
This box was neither metal nor wood, and its withered yellow color was actually a rare bone product. After touching the box, Shade felt the pendant around his neck suddenly vibrate.
This does not mean that he has encountered a witch. The proximity of the witch's power will only make the badge hot. Shade keenly felt that the bone white edge of the badge was constantly vibrating.
"My little daughter is not rude. Her face was destroyed by Oxenfurt pushing her into boiling water. She doesn't want to see anyone else."
The old ghoul lying in the snow said in a hoarse voice. Shade nodded, frowned and opened the flat bone box, and then revealed his original expression in the snow:
"You have really found the right thing. It can indeed deal with Stone Oxenfurt's immortal body, and it can also suppress the things behind Oxenfurt to a certain extent. Unfortunately, it is not enough."
Lying in the box were two slender finger bones. The familiar force and the vibration of the badge on his chest told Shade what they were.
This was part of the body of the original angel [Angel of Death], which was powerful enough to deal with most immortalities. Now, Shade understood why the stone mirror demon Goethe knew that this thing was in the manor, but still did not take it away.
This power is ancient enough, but unfortunately it is not powerful enough if it is just two finger bones. It is certainly better to leave it in place and use it to control Stone Oxenfurt in the future than to risk contact with the devil himself. Rather than letting the followers of the evil god
It was taken away because I was worried that the followers of the evil god would know how to use this thing to deal with it, relying on the guidance of the gods.
"What an unexpected surprise."
Shade murmured to himself and asked the old corpse:
"Where did this come from?"
"My business partner introduced a group of tomb robbers from out of town, and they sold this to me. They said this is the best amulet for tomb robbers."
This description is quite accurate.
"Where did those tomb robbers get these 'talismans'?"
"The City of Glass, Michaela Blast Furnace City, I don't know the specific location, I just know that city they are from."
"The border city between Delarion and Carsonlik?"
Shade nodded, took note of the clue, and then carefully put the bone box into the inner pocket of his coat:
"Then comes the madness that drives the earth away. You stand here, no matter what happens, don't move."
Holding the soil in his left hand, holding the petals in his right hand, the earth rune stones obtained from the [Plague Merchant] were tied to his wrist. As Shade called, the clay Holy Grail that shimmered with miraculous aura slowly took shape under his hands.
.At this moment, the dark night was cut through by a dazzling ray of sunlight, which shone on Shade's body, making him seem to glow in the snowy night.
The Holy Grail sank under the snow and soil, and as the spewing spiritual energy spread to all parts of the manor, the night was slowly dispersed overhead by the Monday afternoon sun. And as the sun gradually shrouded the snow-covered courtyard, because
The nearly real environment created by the memory of the earth and the power of the relics gradually faded away.
The big tree in the yard collapsed, leaving only the dead tree trunks covered by the snow, and the dry grass stretched out from under the snow to the sky, swaying in the wind in the snow. The neat iron fence seemed to be destroyed by the power of time in an instant, and it was originally just shabby.
, if you look at it now, you can see that even the part on the east side has completely collapsed.
Dry vines climbed all over the walls, the swing seat in the yard fell under the snow, and the rope had long since lost its trace. The dried black blood stains changed the color of the entire door of the mansion. Behind the disappearing glass one by one, there was a pile of piles inside the windows.
The remains of corpses and the dilapidated interior scenery.
The oil painting faded, time never disappeared, it was just covered up. Everything returned to normal, and the story of Watson Manor finally came to an end.