The traveling poet looked at the crossed epee in his hand with a somewhat complicated expression.
To be honest, this sword seemed to have some attraction to him, especially the character card slot that ran away the moment he picked it up was even more surprising.
Not only does it not feel strange when holding this sword, it also feels extremely familiar and nostalgic.
However, the more he travels like this, the more disgusted the poet becomes. After all, people always subconsciously resist things that try to control themselves.
What's more, all the way to now, he has developed a sense of illusion about the script, himself, and what he has seen and heard. The emotions he displays now are absolutely different from those in the past.
However, he could not stop this transformation.
Maybe it's because the character card is turned on, or maybe his reason is not that firm.
The traveling poet stroked the hollow of the cross guard and hesitated.
"Hey! Can you stop being in a daze? He's going to turn it up!"
At this time, the archaeologist's shocked voice broke his thoughts again.
The traveling poet looked up and saw that the butler, who had been struggling to control the darkness before, had released his power again. Countless roaring evil spirits were held above his head by his darkness, crowding the entire end of the aisle, and the darkness reached the vaulted ceiling.
.
It seems that Armand Ray intends to smash this darkness directly.
Even if they resist the erosion by then, they will probably be torn apart by the evil ghosts and monsters inside.
The aura of the abyss is getting stronger and stronger, and darkness has seeped out of the walls of the castle. The struggling monster trapped on the opposite side of the abyss stretches out its claws, and seems to be about to climb out.
In this case, whether you can go to hell after death is a question.
Now basically, if you have a trump card, it’s best to use it as soon as possible.
The traveling poet sighed and took out the "angel badge" that was also in the shape of an inverted triangle from his pocket. Unlike the smooth and new cross epee, the badge had been weathered and decayed so that the original color could not be seen clearly.
He placed the badge on the metal triangle of the cross guard, and with a slight exertion, it was snapped in perfectly.
The next moment, the badge suddenly looked brand new!
The traveling poet was stunned. The cross epee bloomed with an extremely sacred light in his hand, and along with it, an irresistible force poured into his body from the sword body and went straight to his brain!
"Well……!"
The traveling poet suddenly covered his head, and a throbbing pain came from his brain. He felt that something was crazily squeezing his consciousness!
Countless complex pictures flashed through the sea of consciousness, violently and directly stuffing those perceptions into his mind, completely regardless of whether the host could withstand this sudden mental shock.
When the archaeologist saw him taking out the badge, he was surprised and delighted.
Then she saw the cross epee exuding an unparalleled sacred aura, and she was ecstatic again, until she found that the traveling poet suddenly lost his mobility. He did not pick up the sword to drive away the abyss, but held his head and struggled in pain. Immediately, only "
Surprised!
Life is really full of ups and downs.
But the sacred aura of the cross-epee is indeed true. It is the sacred power emitted by the female student herself, which is even stronger, as if it is the light condensed by countless beliefs.
The moment it awakened, all the bloody evil originally entangled in the epee dissipated, and even the light emitted completely eliminated the darkness in their area.
So it can definitely handle the Abyss!
But user, don’t make any mistakes!!
The archaeologist hurriedly ran over, held the traveling poet's shoulders and shook him: "What's wrong with you? Then it's already turned on, so don't let the chain drop!"
The traveling poet closed his eyes tightly and looked in pain. The veins on his forehead even bulged. His whole body was trembling and breathing rapidly, but his right hand still held the cross epee tightly.
Seeing that he was still unconscious, the archaeologist glanced at the darkness rising up like waves over there, and simply went to pick up the cross epee in his hand.
boom!
However, as soon as the archaeologist touched the sword, it was bounced back by a force. She looked at the sword in astonishment and was completely stunned!
I worked so hard to bring you out of the blood pool, but now that you are noble, you have turned your back on me, right?!
If I hadn't seen you useful, I would have blasted you!
She grinded her teeth angrily: "Okay, I'll buy you some time again!"
After saying this, she stood up and stood in front of the traveling poet, took out a few marbles in her hand and threw them into the air.
Several beads floated in a line, and arcs of electricity flashed between them. The archaeologist looked gloomy, and made seals with her hands. The shining electric light jumped between her and the marbles.
"Let me show you the damage I can do, hot chick!"
She gritted her teeth and snorted, and a few marbles floating in the air quickly flew towards Armand Ray's housekeeper in the distance. The aisle of dozens of meters was reached in an instant!
Then, there was a deafening explosion!
"Boom--!"
Arcs raged in the darkness, flames rolled and burned in the darkness, and the archaeologist's face quickly turned pale.
The violent explosion made the entire corridor seem to be shaking, and the darkness in front was also impacted and dispersed by the explosion, which slowed down the butler's move to pile up the darkness.
Armand Ray suddenly raised his head and looked at her, his dark eyes filled with black mist, and his voice was hoarse and heavy like a demon from hell: "Struggle to the death!"
The archaeologist sneered and raised a few more marbles: "Then see how many more moves I can make."
The powers of several marbles are connected to each other, and finally connected to herself.
This time there was no need to accumulate power at all. The archaeologist clapped his hands in the air, and the arc-flashing marbles rushed towards Armand Ray!
Beads no more than three centimeters in size turned into the most powerful bombs. Armand Ray could only control the darkness to block his front, and exploded into the darkness. The monster that was condensing and forming inside was scattered again, and howled miserably.
The sound almost bursts the eardrums!
The archaeologist groaned, bloodshot eyes came from the corners of her mouth, and her breath immediately weakened.
"Gathering external forces and using one's own strength are two different things. Otherwise, I'd better run away, and you guys stay here and take the rear." The archaeologist wiped the corners of his mouth and looked at the traveling poet behind him as he spoke.
As a result, when she turned around, she looked into a pair of eyes shining with golden light, which instantly shocked her!
This man didn't know when he stopped suffering.
archaeologist:"……"
Archaeologist: "So you just looked at it for a long time, right?"
The traveling poet did not speak, but stood up expressionlessly, holding a heavy sword in his hand and standing tall. At this moment, his aura was strong and solemn, with a sense of solemnity and sacred majesty!
In the distance, Armand Ray narrowed his eyes slightly: "Knight?"
The traveling poet raised his heavy sword high, the blade of the sword shining brightly, with an unparalleled sacred aura, solemn and holy!
Armand Ray suddenly let out a loud roar, and his whole body turned into a bloated and twisted monster. The darkness around him was turbulent, and countless monsters roared and swarmed towards the knight!