Chapter 429: The Well of Demonic Qi: The Spear of Blood
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Following the resentful spirit, Wu Lingfeng and the others finally came to a blood space, another space within the Demonic Well space, where a skinny guy leaned motionless on a blood-colored spear.
"That's him, please save him..." Lin Lin looked at Wu Lingfeng and the others as if pleading.
"Are you still alive? It's already like that..." Jig couldn't help but frown and said. It looked almost like a skeleton. A piece of human skin was tightly attached to the skeleton, and there was almost no human shape.
"He's alive, he's still alive, he just fell asleep..." he said loudly and resentfully.
"Sleep???"
Wu Lingfeng, Busujima Saeko, Artoria, Giger and others suddenly felt a little unimaginable. They still fell asleep like this? It was obvious that there was no wave of anger anymore.
"Alive, he was like this more than a hundred years ago. I woke him up at that time, and he was still alive..." Yu Lin suddenly said loudly, as if to prove that what he said was true, trying hard
said in all voices.
"Leave aside whether he is alive or not, this guy has a powerful curse that is cursing himself and everything. There are curses given to him by others and curses given by himself. This guy is already equivalent to a curse.
It's transformed." Jig frowned and said.
"I also feel it, deep self-blame, deep resentment, and the curse of blood poison..." Arturia sighed.
"I'm going to wake him up, but be careful, he will go crazy and attack everything he sees..." the resentful spirit said.
Wu Lingfeng nodded. Why does it feel so weird? A resentful spirit woke up a human skin skeleton.
The resentful spirit walked to the human skin skeleton and stretched out his hand to shake him. He said: "Sisyphus, it's me. Nivea, I'm looking for someone to save you again. Now, wake up quickly, they can definitely save you."
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"..."
In an instant, a terrifying blood light spread out, and a large amount of blood entered the body of the human skin skeleton. Gradually, the body of the human skin skeleton became fuller. A tall and handsome man appeared with blood-red eyes.
Looked at Wu Lingfeng and the others.
"Is it the King's Punishment Knights again?" The red-eyed man looked at Wu Lingfeng and the others and said indifferently.
"No, Sisyphus, thousands of years have passed. The outside world has changed a long time ago. They are not that guy's Punishment Knights, they are just some adventurers. Come, let them see. They are very powerful.
Yes, it will definitely release your curse..." the resentful spirit said.
"No, the great kingdom of Paladins will not be destroyed. I am not dead yet. The king is even less likely to die. He will definitely come to kill me. I, Sisyphus, can only take the life of me. Punishment
Guys from the Knights, I have no choice but to ask you to go on your way. To protect Nivea!"
The red-eyed man pulled out the blood-red spear behind him and stamped his right foot on the ground. In an instant, he appeared in front of Wu Lingfeng and the others. The spear in his hand stabbed Wu Lingfeng and the others like a phantom, and a crazy blood-devouring force shot out.
The power interferes with the surrounding demonic energy.
The red-eyed masculinity was able to disperse all the demonic power just by relying on the power of his own blood, this guy!
"Dang..." Artoria blocked the attack of the red-eyed man, Sisyphus, for a moment. Those shadows of guns and flowers were just to confuse the enemy. There are only two real spears. As long as you resist this real one, you will be defeated.
That’s it!
"puff……"
But Arturia was instantly surprised because there was a trace of blood on her face! How could it be possible?
"Well, your sword skills are very good, and you captured my spear perfectly, but I, Sisyphus, have the title of [Blood Lancer], and the shadow of the gun just now is not an ordinary afterimage, but a blood gun."
A gun made of thoughts, that is to say, you can think of it as a physical gun!" Sisyphus said indifferently.
"Since you are a knight, let's fight with the courtesy of a knight. Since you told me your name, I will also tell you my name. Arturia Pendragon, the title is [King of Knights]
." Artoria put away the Shadowless Sword and performed the courtesy of a knight.
"King of Knights? Haha, you are so proud. I am confident that I have never heard of anyone claiming to be the King of Knights. Although you are a woman, in order to maintain the pride of knights, I will let you understand what the King of Knights is.
How ridiculous, do you have the strength of a knight?" Sisyphus said with a sneer.
Arturia shook her head and said: "It's not me who wants to be called this title, but someone else calls it that. If you want to prove that your knighthood is more determined than mine, then I look forward to it!"
"Interesting, you guy, haha, since you think that the knight's will is firm, then I will be the first to tell you what firmness means! I hope your knight's skills are as firm as your will!"
He picked up the spear, danced like a spear, and stabbed Artoria straight at her.
After Arturia understood Sisyphus' blood will, she began to resist hastily. Every phantom was a real gun, and Sisyphus's gun speed was so fast. Obviously, she would fall into fatigue.
in a state of coping.
What's even more difficult is that now in this demonic space, Artoria must wrap her body with a large amount of mystical power to block the invasion of demonic energy, so her strength is not fully displayed, but the spear knight in front of her has
The evil of blood is not much greater than the evil of darkness. The power of darkness is at best his nourishment.
The reason why I say this is because the Lance Knight in front of me can no longer be called a normal living being. Artoria can feel that the guy in front of her is already a dead spirit, but the curse on him is probably on his soul.
The curse, the power of the curse made his soul stronger to a certain extent, so he was able to maintain the "alive" state with a strong soul will.
To put it simply, the curse placed on Sisyphus is a soul curse. This curse will accompany him until the last moment when his soul burns out. However, Sisyphus's will is extremely firm and he will not succumb to the power of the curse.
In the struggle with the power of the curse, his soul gradually became stronger, and even the power of the curse became his dominant force.
The powerful soul power and blood will constructed Sisyphus' immortality.
What makes Artoria more concerned is what makes Sisyphus refuse to bow his head and has been entangled with the power of the curse until now. He seems to be waiting for something, as if he is trying to determine something.
A dead person who should have ended, but does not die, is because he has strong resentment.
What deserves Artoria's admiration is Sisyphus's strong will to be a knight.
"What's wrong, King of Knights? Where has your arrogance gone? Come on, prove your knighthood to me. I, Sisyphus, think that my knighthood will not be lost to anyone's, and I want to be a knight.
King, you must get my recognition!" Sisyphus speeded up his attack again.
"when……"
Arturia collided with Sisyphus's attacks, and with the help of powerful force, she retreated from his attack range, and then the majestic golden breath was inspired from her whole body.
"The knight of the spear in front of me, is your will really strong? The more you admit that you have a strong will, the more unsure you are of the meaning of being a knight. Although I don't know what kind of experiences you have had before, but you
Are you shaken? Your belief in knighthood has been shaken, and the belief in knighthood that you insist on has been supported, so you are wandering between life and death, unable to get relief!
You are waiting for the person who shakes your will to be a knight, waiting to confirm one thing, and then judge whether your way of knighthood is correct, right?"
Sisyphus's pupils tightened, he took a deep breath, looked at Artoria, gritted his teeth and said: "Don't look at people with eyes that understand everything, you don't know any real truth, forget it.
...There is no need for me to be angry with you, because you will soon become the dead soul of my blood gun!"
"Don't be too cocky!"
Arturia knew that she had been underestimated. Yes, she did not understand his real story, but who else would understand her? Wu Lingfeng was probably the only one, and she was not alone in this!
"boom……"
In an instant, Sisyphus and Artoria collided with each other. The collision of the will of gold and the will of blood filled the space, and the sound of crisp metal clashes was heard...
"It's amazing. Sisyphus is very famous for his spear skills. I didn't expect that there would be someone who doesn't want to compete with him..." The resentful spirit looked at Arturia and was suddenly surprised. In her heart, Sisyphus
Severus has never been unable to do anything, he is always cool and unrestrained. On the battlefield, no one close to him is his opponent, but now he is locked in a bitter battle with Artoria.
"That Spear Knight is also very good. He doesn't have any powerful spells, but his simple spear skills have become so powerful. It's really amazing. I am the first to see such a wonderful battle between the Spear Knight and the Swordsman.
"Wu Lingfeng also lamented that Artoria had found an opponent who was happy to fight.
"That boy is not simple. He turned his will into strength and condensed it. It's really good. The spear of will is more powerful than the blood spear in his hand..." Giger looked at Sisyphus and said.
"Another strong will? I don't know if Artoria's golden will is more powerful, or if this guy's blood will is more powerful." Saeko Busujima couldn't help but sigh and said, a knight who can understand the power of will.
It's really rare, Artoria must have found a good opponent.
"I feel like that kid will lose. His will is just superficial, not very firm, he just shows toughness..." Jig curled his lips and said, he had already seen through his heart. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, and the novel will be updated.
