"This is……"

Looking at the sharp blade that penetrated the chest, Weir did not make any anxious moves - he just raised the index and middle finger of his right hand, and then quietly placed it on the bloody blade.

"Click."

With a crisp sound, the white sword tip that emerged was directly pinched off by Weir with his fingers.

"I don't know what you are, but... such a crappy attack doesn't seem to work very much for me." The corner of his mouth raised slightly, and Weir looked sarcastic.

Although there was a huge blood hole in the chest, to be honest, Weir did not feel any pain at all. Moreover, it was strange that no drop of blood was leaking out from this wound.

"Haha...I'm not going to say a few words? For example...well, let me think about it...what is your purpose to attract us here?" Unconsciously pulled out the sword that was stabbed in the chest, and Weir threw it aside. "Your illusion is too inferior, and you don't even feel pain. You don't think I'm stupid enough to believe this is real, right?"

"Clang."

It was the sound of the metal blade colliding with the stone ground.

“…”

Having a sense of touch...

But there is no pain.

What kind of attack is this?

Looking at the strange sword blade reflecting silver light, and then looking at the long sword inserted in the center of the sarcophagus, Weir had an unnatural expression on his face.

etc……

Where did this sword come from?

...

There was silence around.

Turning around, Vill found that Eve had fallen to the ground at some point. Her face was pale, but she didn't seem to be attacked.

Maybe it's just because of possession, causing physical weakness.

Touching his chest, a sticky touch made Weir realize that the previous attack was not the so-called "illusion attack". It seemed that there was a strange force eroding the flesh and blood around the wound. However, under his super self-healing ability, these two forces actually maintained a very strange balance.

No……

It seemed that the recovery ability was a little more powerful - in his chest, this bloody wound was healing at a very slow rate.

fortunately……

Fortunately, the previous attack did not hit the key point.

"Healing!"

A flash of white light passed by, and Weir's wound healed faster. At the current recovery speed, he only needed to give him a short while and he would be completely healed.

“Huh~~

”

Although I don’t know what the hell is in this sarcophagus, it is obvious that based on the current situation, if you face it head-on, Vir will definitely not get any benefits from that guy.

so--

“…Fireball!”

With an almost inaudible sing, Ver's right hand suddenly began to burn violently, and the constantly leaping flames quickly illuminated the surrounding area.

Lie raised his mouth and looked at the sarcophagus with a contempt smile.

The unknown is terrible...

Then kill it in the unknown!

"Go!"

He raised his hand and a huge fireball hit the sarcophagus hard.

There is no burning as imagined.

The fireball landed on the cabinet without any obstacles, and sparks were everywhere.

but--

Nothing happened.

It seems that there is a strange force that blocks the attack of the flame magic.

"Is the power too weak? Then try this...the great goddess of light, Thetis, I..."

Although I don’t know how much the power of [Moonlight Judgment] can be exerted by relying on this fragile dagger, at present, this should be the most convenient "strike trick" for Weir.

The white light began to flash, and a holy light began to shine wildly on Vale's palm.

Just then—

"Dong!"

"puff!"

A mouthful of black blood gushed out directly, and the stinging pain from the soul made Vill kneel to the ground. In a trance, he suddenly felt as hot as if he was in a hot stove.

This feels familiar and unfamiliar...

It is clearly the feeling of the soul link that appeared when fighting with Shadow Demon before!

But, when is this...

...

Half kneeling on the ground, Vill looked at the sarcophagus that began to tremble violently in disbelief. On his side, two semicircular magic shields appeared faintly - this was the retreat set by Vill in case he took the lead, in order to ensure that he had won several seconds of escape when he encountered an irresistible attack.

Unfortunately, it seems that Weir's wishful thinking is still empty.

These two lines of defense did not play their due role.

...

"Dong!"

Another blow.

The pain that was like a sharp blade pierced the heart made Weir's breathing suddenly stagnate, and in an instant, cold sweat crawled over his forehead.

Unable to control himself, another pool of black blood gushed

And come out.

"Ahem...what is this?"

It was very abruptly, a milky white thin line slowly appeared on Vill's chest.

The thin line was stretched and then linked to the center of the sarcophagus (the position pierced by the holy sword). In the thin line, there seemed to be a strange energy flowing slowly. When he reached out his hand, Weir found that he could not touch the strange thin line at all.

"Click."

The upper left corner of the sarcophagus suddenly broke, and then a faint green light directly burned a small hole beside Ville.

Light green spreads.

Soon, a pungent and strange smell suddenly rose.

"Eve, hurry up..."

"Swoosh!"

A silver-white arrow was nailed directly to the gap in the sarcophagus, directly interrupting the warning that Weir was about to blurt out.

“Good done…uh?!”

Before Weir could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a strange dizziness.

The vision began to blur, and the black blood and tears began to flow down.

"My...body..."

The ghostly voice is ethereal and deep, echoing in this underground world for a long time.

"?"

Trying to raise his head, Vir wondered for a moment if he had heard it wrong-it was obviously a man's voice.

That's right.

It's the previous voice.

And the source of the sound-

It actually comes from the sarcophagus that was pierced?!

...

The tremor became more and more intense, and Weir could clearly feel the ground shaking.

No……

Not only that—

In the shocked gaze of Vill, the silver-white "holy sword" slowly retreated from the center inch by inch. A strange pressure began to spread around, as if affected by this force. The dark creatures who were still watching and waiting for "food" suddenly ran out like a ghost, and strange screams came one after another.

From their sounds, the fear from the heart can be clearly felt.

"What the hell happened?"

The body couldn't help but tremble, and Weir unconsciously took a few steps back.

That is fear of the unknown.

"Click!"

The gravel near the center of the sarcophagus suddenly gathered quickly as if it was attracted by something, and then completely disappeared into the dark sarcophagus.
Chapter completed!