"The touch of darkness?" An "ancient" word appeared in Kayas' damaged brain.
It was the legendary powerful tentacle possessed by the ancient god of the deep sea. It was strange and powerful, and its power was enough to bind all passing giant ships and drag them into the deep sea, where they would be eaten by the octopus-shaped god.
The lost ones and magicians in the Western Continent have all tried to use and summon it, but without exception, they all fell into madness and finally chose to commit suicide.
But judging from the intelligence, Wright has never been exposed to this kind of weird summoning magic. Is it an ability given by the power in his body?
Kayas's throat squirmed, but he ignored the trickling blood on his forehead and the white substance that sprayed outward.
Now, Kayas just wants to pull out the tentacles extending from Wright's back!
Pain! He felt the pain of Level 5!
The tearing feeling extended outward from his stainless steel-hard chest, instantly eroding the entire realm of his spirit.
"Get him away, Wright! Put it away. Otherwise you will fall into madness and become even more irrational and crazy than the Heartless Man. The purpose of leading the Heartless Man to attack Migov is just to take you back. If you are crazy
It would be a disaster for humanity and us lost ones. So, put it away... it, Wright..."
Kayas roared in pain. He used his broad palms to drag Wright's "Touch of Darkness" outwards, and pressed his wolf-dog-shaped feet against Wright's lower back to use force.
Bo!
A crisp sound passed through the ears of Wright and Kayas.
Kayas finally pulled out Wright's tentacles from his chest, which was dripping with sticky burning fluid.
His height of 2.5 meters and strong muscles finally came into play.
However, this power has nothing to do with daily hard exercise and belongs to the category of magic and extraordinary.
Although Wright's attack was like a kitten restraining a huge tiger, fortunately the tiger was even more powerful.
Kayas took advantage of Wright's brief trance, kicked off his legs, jumped back suddenly, and landed on the soft grass beside him with a slight shock, panting heavily.
"Kayas, let me leave. I know..." Wright turned around in pain, and with trembling lips, he said with a slight twist:
"The power of the red magic source... ugh... there is a limit to the power of the red magic source power. I feel... my spirit has reached its limit. What happens next... will exceed your and my expectations. I have...
...My goal, perhaps...will not interfere with you. As long as I figure out...the secret of my amnesia, I can...give you an answer."
"Huh...huh, maybe not, Wright." Kayas said with determination hidden in his tone:
"You and I are both people arranged by the wheel of fate. My mission is to take you back, and your mission is to escape from here. These are two mutually contradictory wishes." Kayas wiped the sweet blood flowing to the corners of his mouth.
.
His body showed a brief feeling of extreme contraction, like a deflated rubber ball, tightening and collapsing inward.
"Your and my personal laws, interests and emotions are meaningless in the world created by the Creator. Most of the lost people have forgotten good and evil, love and hate. Except for a very few existences like Natasha, we are the same as humans,
They are all insignificant existences. So, in this case, I need to complete my mission, and you need to implement your principles. Then, the ultimate game of power can be realized here!"
Kayas tried to persuade him with anger and helplessness, and his body returned to its previous lean state.
At the same time, except for the red burning fluid oozing out from the damaged heart on his chest, his brain miraculously returned to human appearance, only remaining pale in color.
It looks particularly scary under the rising crimson moon.
Now, his body is like a cheetah. After the power of the lost man mixed with the magic source surges in his body, he is hunched over. Although his feet are still shaped like a wolf dog, the nails on his hands grow rapidly and become extremely sharp.
Like tiny blades.
"Red magic source power... red magic source power." Wright murmured in pain.
He tried his best to control his impending mental collapse.
The strange sound of "Red-faced Hain" echoed in his ears again.
"Give up the spirit formation, Wright, give up the spirit formation. I feel the abnormal power in your body. It's strange that there is Wu Xinren's burning liquid in your body, and there is a lot of it, but it seems that you are not affected at all."
Red-faced Hain conversed with Wright in his spiritual world, but did not attract Kayas's attention.
"I can't do it...I violated two taboos." Wright whispered with some regret.
"First, don't overdraw. Second, don't bleed." The voice of the female apostle of the Tool Yuan in his dream echoed in Wright's ears like a stereo.
"No, I must end this battle!" Wright's mental realm suddenly suffered some kind of impact.
Immediately afterwards, his dark eyes quickly turned red.
Like the ultimate flame, like bright red blood, like greedy rats in the underground water.
His hands quickly condensed red magic power that exceeded what he had condensed twice before.
Those bright pure red colors first turned into a thick blood mist that blocked the field of vision, and then turned into a ball of blue and red flames similar to those spewed out by the "Tempest" flamethrower developed by the Empire.
In the end, those flames rotated and danced in the air one after another. After being deliberately stopped and dispersed as if by the conductor of the band, they turned into countless tiny sparks like stars, all of which poured into Wright's nasal cavity and mouth.
"I pray!" Wright hissed.
"u.ur plise. (Chinese: I pray)" Wright actually said clearly in Chinese.
This divination language, summarized and codified by the so-called "Purple Nobles under the Red Apple Trees" in the Middle Ages, was never touched upon by Wright, not even in the Socratic City Library, the Silent Highland Outpost, the Lost Swamp, Migov, or even "Grey"
He has never touched this wonderful and unpredictable situation.
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A glimmer of rational "inspiration" flashed through Wright's chaotic mind.
But then, the entire scenery in front of his eyes turned scarlet.
The dark green lawn with a spring scenery turned into dark red, and the Migov Church in front of it turned into a red house, a terrifying existence.
Even the pale Kayas turned into a light red existence, giving him an urge to gnaw.
"Blood...tissue...desire?"
The three words were not that strange when viewed separately, but when combined together they were extremely horrifying words pouring out of Wright's mouth with a strange grinding sound.
Seems extremely weird!
Finally, when all the red magic power surged from around his body into his hands, this small strange ritual came to an end.
"Borrow, the touch of darkness!"
Wright's voice was like a machine, and his consciousness and emotions had fallen into a madness that was ultimately silent.
Immediately afterwards, a circular ring appeared behind his body, with the double-headed eagle pattern belonging to the Crusad Empire appearing on it, as well as some lines similar to the "scarlet-black" recorded in the "Secret Book"
Outlined shape.
"Painful Sequence Core, please give me the power to use you. I will give up the lost part for a short time, and please give me the blessing of the magic source." Kayas also murmured a spell in his mouth.
Under normal circumstances, most of the lost will control a type of magic source power of their own. Among the five lower-level powers and the three upper-level powers, one type will be awakened randomly to compete with the mechanical products of the human world.
Kayas's magic source power belongs to "water and ice".
The formation speed of orthodox magic source power is significantly faster than that of red magic source power.
Just two or three seconds later, a layer of frost formed in Kayas's hands.
He stretched out his bat-shaped wings with all his strength and waved them vigorously, rising into the air four to five meters high.
Under the illumination of the crimson moon, his hands quickly condensed a stream of light blue magic power, forming four or five arrows made of ice.
Whoosh!
The ice arrows whizzed past, and Wright just waved his right hand gently, and a red magic source turned into bullets and fired forward. After colliding with the ice arrows, they dissipated in mid-air.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Under the command of Kayas, other ice arrows quickly rushed towards Wright.
At the moment of contact with Wright's body, a strong icy air emitted, completely wrapping Wright like a veil.
However, just when Kayas was about to land on the ground with a smile on his face to welcome victory, four thick, dark and scarlet tentacles quickly extended from Wright's position, heading towards Kayas.
In just one second, the tentacles filled with putrid smell completely wrapped Kayas and pulled him towards Wright's body along the gravel path made of cement.
"You madman!" Kayas actually complained.
The next second he came into contact with Wright's body, he chose to contract all the strength of his upper body and stabbed three claws like tiny blades toward Wright's "soft" chest.
when!
The sharp claw only penetrated Wright's chest by two or three centimeters, and Kayas heard a sound of collision with metal that made him despair.
One of his abilities as a [Shapeshifter] is to switch between various powerful forms for combat at will, but just now he chose a body that mainly focused on agility, and in a face-to-face game, there was no time to build a stance and strengthen his strength.
Now he is bound by four inexplicably extended "touches of darkness", like a little white rabbit waiting to be eaten by a wild beast.
"Do you long for blood? Do you long to become an extraordinarily powerful being? The blood of the Lost is an excellent tonic!" Wright's ears echoed again with the strange voice that emerged the night before leaving Sogra.
It is extremely tempting, extremely confusing, feminine and beautiful, guiding him towards the nightmare.
After being in a daze for two seconds, Wright suddenly stretched out his mouth without long fangs and bit Kayas's pale neck.
At this moment, he longed for blood!
bump!
bump!
Two violent explosions mixed with subtle ripples caused by the distortion of the air reached Wright's senses.
It allowed him to gain long-lost sobriety amidst his short-term extreme madness.
During a brief moment of enjoying the clarity brought by sobriety, Wright saw a strong figure nearly two meters tall.
That was Brett, and he was holding up the "Zhouyuan Brand" rifle that Wright purchased from the "Sucra Arms Trading Department" with two hundred new dollars in both hands.
The tiny pure silver bullet was approaching Kayas's back with tiny bits of light.
When the explosion reached its peak, the two bullets exploded, forming a fireball that emitted extreme light like the sun, exploding on Kayas's already lean back chest!
boom!
boom!
Two violent explosions caused Wright's "Touch of Darkness" to instantly shatter at the spatial level, turning into a pool of black sticky objects scattered on the gravel ground.
Similarly, a huge blood hole was blasted out of Kayas' back, and he froze in place.
After two or three seconds, an incredible expression appeared on his pale face.
Before he had time to surge the magic power in his body and the ability of the [Shapeshifter] to change the body structure, he was suddenly overcome by the constant flow of blood, a light green substance called "life aura", and a sense of mental lethargy.
Lying down on the hard cement floor.
His ears echoed with the words of blessing when he met the daughter of Tool Yuan, and he heard the beautiful song of confusion describing the countryside of Crusted.
Immediately afterwards, Natasha's gentle face belonging to the God of Love appeared in front of his eyes, as well as a purple and sparkling aristocratic dress.
Finally, he saw Wright, who was standing there blankly, with bright red blood continuously gushing out from the wounds on his hands, and a red light slowly emitting from his chest.
No one noticed that he fell into an eternal sleep on his way to the realm of gods with a smile on his face!
…
"Light, Wright!"
After confirming that all the red magic power around Wright had dissipated and that his spirit was temporarily sluggish and there was no danger of continuing to attack, Brett ignored the pain in the back of his head and threw away the "Mechanical Yuan Pai" rifle he took from Wright.
The second before Wright's body fell backward, he stretched out his broad, calloused hands and hugged him from behind.
"Brett...have I mutated...become...a heartless person?"
Wright, who woke up from the brief madness caused by the double crime of overdrafting the red magic source and bleeding blood, asked Brett with a voice as thin as a mosquito with his dry pale lips.
Brett felt a little panic in his heart when he looked at the blood flowing from Wright's wound like turning on a bathroom faucet and his chest, which was slightly hot when touched and had begun to scorch.
But then, he took a deep breath, tried his best to suppress the uneasiness in his heart and the guilt of being knocked unconscious due to impulse, and said in a rich voice:
"No, Wright, as long as you keep your mind stable and don't get confused, you can get through it. There is a paper in "Imperial Medicine" that said that as long as you inject the No. 13 potion in time, you can reverse the process of becoming an unintentional person. Even if you become an alien,
A capable person can also be considered a good result."
Then, suppressing his trembling hands as much as possible, he took out two dark green injections fixed with cotton from the jacket layer of the military green Sugra army uniform.
The iron shell prevents fragmentation caused by accidental dropping, and the injection test tube specially produced by the Sogra Military Materials Manufacturing Factory ensures that the No. 16 medicine will not evaporate for any reason.
"Wright, hold on, don't sleep. Don't panic mentally, and don't be affected by any voice that doesn't belong to you or me." As Brett spoke, he pulled away the iron ring on the head of the injection, revealing the needle inside.
"Hang on Wright, I know you are still scared of what happened in the Lost Swamp. You must have forgotten a lot of things because of that battle. As long as we can hold on to Chekavsk, I will tell you all the truth I know. Including
The Socratic Committee, including Mr. George, and your...suicide."
"Suicide? Suicide!" Hearing the words spoken in Zinetian language from Brett's mouth, Wright's mind suddenly became clear.
The exploration of everything that happened to him, including his own time travel, the power of the red magic source, Yato's ritual, and Mr. George's strange arrangements, including the truth about the "Daughter of the Tool Element", a god with a confused singing voice, made his spirit instantly...
There was some excitement.
Immediately afterwards, as a cool feeling came from his underdeveloped triceps, he suddenly felt that the blood flow in the wound on his arm seemed to be contained.
After almost a minute, in the confused and constantly shaking environment, he felt a mint-like cooling sensation across his chest.
After a huge dark eye made of mechanical gears from the spiritual world flashed before his eyes, the pain in his body began to gradually subside.
Even the burning feeling that filled the chest gradually disappeared!
…
When the rising sun of the Zine Empire began to rise slowly from that distant but warm place in the east, Brett sat on the Moros "Spider Brand" holding Wright, who had fallen asleep, but whose hands and feet were bound by simple hemp ropes.
The back seat of the chariot.
With some reluctance, Moros wiped away the sweat caused by his quarrel with Brett, started the chariot with a sullen face and without saying a word, drove onto No. 49, heading towards Chekavsk.
of highway.
Looking at the early spring plants that had grown and sprouted on the side of the road, and the withered trees that were already glowing with a little bit of green, Brett smiled stupidly and used military gauze to cover up a small wound on his palm.
Then, he seemed to remember something. After placing the sleeping Wright smoothly in the back seat of the chariot, he took out from the pocket of his military green trousers a copper-colored regular hexagonal piece picked up from Kayas' body with ancient sculptures.
Coat of arms with Crusad word.
And a piece of paper with a strange recipe written in pencil.
"A little mint, a little burning liquid, a medium amount of blood of the lost, a piece of blood clan's heart, a small amount of butter, a small piece of [wind] ore, a little violet petals, a little lavender essence, after the water magic source power is combined, put it into a bronze container
Refined..."
The writing in the second half seemed to have been erased and became blurry, but at the end it was written in another handwriting: "mb-1449, Klassen's Mask, 11:47..."
paragraph of text.
After silently writing down the entire contents of the paper, Brett crumpled the paper a few times and threw it into the filthy puddle formed by the melted snow outside the window.
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