“God has handed me over to the ungodly, and has cast me into the hands of the wicked—”
Old Joseph murmured in a low voice with a hoarse voice like a crow, and silver-gray poisonous fire continuously flowed out of his eyes, flowing downward naturally like crying.
These thick, lacquer-like silver-gray liquids hung on his skin, causing his skin to bubble and melt in an instant.
“The man will grab me by the neck and throw me to the ground, and he will burst my heart and pour out my guts to the ground.”
The poisonous fire gradually boiled as he prayed.
The silver-gray metallic light flashed violently on his face until the lower part of him was almost completely covered by the silver-gray poisonous fire, scorching and twisting, melting in the fire like a low-quality plastic doll.
"My days are coming to an end and my hope is gone."
The pain that burned his flesh and skin only made Old Joseph's cheeks tremble violently, but he did not cry out, nor did he interrupt his prayers.
In fact, the pain caused by chanting this prayer was far less than Old Joseph imagined.
The silver-gray poisonous fire was not as hot as a real flame, but it corroded and melted the face like concentrated acid.
The severe pain only lasted for a moment, and then there was a burst of itching in the places where the poisonous fire flowed.
Skin and flesh are reorganizing——
Old Joseph clearly realized this.
It's not just his face. Those silvery-gray poisonous fires flow into the body through the corroded skin full of holes, and there is a flash of severe pain wherever it passes, followed by a healing sensation like a wound.
itch.
If it's just one place, this kind of itching can even be regarded as enjoyment. But once it expands to the whole body, this kind of itching that can't be scratched immediately becomes a kind of torture.
He could even feel that his soul was being corroded by the poisonous fire.
The soul alienation that was brought to old Joseph when he entered the Silver Stage was burned away by the poisonous fire that rushed forward, leaving only an old soul riddled with holes.
Then, part of those silver-gray flames separated and plunged into his ruined soul like a moth-eaten one, burning the rotten soul from the depths.
No, that's tempering——
"Now I use the dry grave as my house, the floating earth as my tomb, decay as my father, and insects and ants as my mother——"
As Old Joseph whispered, sporadic silver-gray sparks erupted from his throat.
Old Joseph felt that his soul was being bombarded by a giant hammer, and his body was shaking violently, as if it was about to slip out of his mouth accidentally.
Finally, the silver-gray poisonous fire in his eyes finally drained away.
The once cloudy pupils in his eyes are now as bright as mirrors.
Deep in the silver-black pupils, which were as steely as mirrors, an invisible gray-white flame danced quietly.
As the prayer came to an end, old Joseph felt something in his heart and suddenly opened his mouth.
As if being pushed out by the huge pressure in the body, a stream of silver-gray fire suddenly spurted out of Old Joseph's throat and flew straight towards Kluvien.
Unexpectedly, the moment the stream of fire entered the attack range of Kruveen, it was intercepted by the flying shield in the air and smashed into pieces.
Then, the stream of fire exploded. It burned like a liquid and splashed in all directions and fell to the ground, igniting all living things on the ground.
The fire in old Joseph's body subsided.
His soul has been alienated again in the fire.
For the second time in his life, he entered the silver level.
So he sang the last line of the desperate prayer without hesitation: "...the Lord has mercy on me and grants me eternal sleep."
Suddenly, gray-white flames suddenly exploded around him.
If Roland's silver-white holy fire shines like silver, and Claudia's silver-white spiritual light is as pure and calm as moonlight, then Old Joseph's gray-white poisonous fire gives people a texture that is gradually dripping like bone marrow.
But it is undeniable that the old Joseph looked peaceful and solemn at this moment. He was as sacred and inviolable as a saint who was burned to death by foolish people.
As he gently raised his left hand, his left hand suddenly turned into a solid gray-white flame, and rockets flew out from his left hand rapidly, approaching Kruveen in an arc.
The mountain shield guardians swung their blade shields, and with the sound of steel chains clanking, these rockets were exploded in the air one by one, and large shards of flames fell from the sky. Kluvien and Claudia were gradually surrounded by
A sea of fire formed by these gray flames surrounded it.
That's right... As Old Joseph said, Kluvien has huge flaws that cannot be repaired.
That is, compared to ordinary shield defenders, his ability to continuously defend is too weak.
Fortunately, he was able to face a large number of attacks in one go, but Kluvien was able to sweep the blade shield past him and block all the attacks in one go.
But if Kluvien is attacked frequently in front of and behind him at the same time, Kluvien will completely lose the ability to defend either side.
Specifically, this "high frequency" means that the time between two attacks in the same direction is shorter than one cycle at the fastest speed of the Kluvien Blade Shield.
Old Joseph looked at Kruveen indifferently, his mirror-like clear pupils completely reflecting the two of them.
There is no doubt that without changing Kluvien's strength, the best way to increase the speed is to shorten the chain in his hand. But that also means that Kluvien's maximum defensive range is reduced, which means the fault tolerance rate.
of reduction.
And Old Joseph was not worried at all that Kluvien would find his position through the rocket's trajectory.
Hitting out the rocket with an arc trajectory is an effective solution, and at the same time, as long as Kruveen doesn't want the woman behind him to be hit by the poisonous fire, and all the bones in her body to turn into flames and explode into a pile of minced meat, he
He had to continue to intercept attacks for her where he was.
Thinking like this, Old Joseph speeded up the attack frequency without hesitation. Now more than ten rockets were hitting Kluvien from different directions every second, and Kluvien had to speed up the speed of the blade shield in order not to stop it.
was hit.
As the speed of rotation increased, the iron chain in Kluvien's hand became shorter and shorter. In order to prevent the chain linking the blade shield from hitting Claudia, he scolded Claudia to squat down while he himself
The movement of my feet has also become more frequent.
"...This won't work."
Old Joseph looked at his left arm that was beginning to melt like wax, frowned slightly, and murmured in a low voice.
Most of the martyr's attacks come at the expense of their own life force. If they can effectively hit the enemy, they can absorb the life force from the enemy and feed it back to themselves.
But Kluvien's defense was so effective - Old Joseph even felt that the fingers of his left hand had melted to the second knuckle.
That's right, from the moment he became a martyr, he had the consciousness to use himself up as a consumable.
However, he still wants to live.
and……
Finally, Old Joseph turned his attention to Claudia, who was squatting quietly on the spot.
He couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.
Old Joseph's skin that had been burned by fire had now recovered, all wrinkles had disappeared, and his new skin was as smooth and smooth as a young man's.
But his forehead - above the corners of his eyes and on the left and right sides of his cheekbones - was still the kind of old, wrinkled skin that had lost its elasticity.
Two snow-white traces slid down the corners of his eyes like traces of tears, getting wider and wider until they reached his chin. The chin is the smoothest part of the entire face. If you wear a mask that only exposes your chin, no one will be able to see it.
You would know that he is an old man who will die in two years.
From a distance, Old Joseph's face looked like a young man disguised as an old man, and then the makeup was washed away by tears, or half of the lower part was torn off.
"snort……"
Old Joseph looked at Claudia, who was being protected by Kruveen, and suddenly showed a disdainful sneer.
It would be okay if she stood up and fought. Old Joseph would still look at her differently.
But she just hides behind others... Now she is the mountain man, so it doesn't matter. But what if she hides behind Lord Orlando in the future, thus dragging Lord Orlando down?
Useless vase.
Old Joseph made a comment to Claudia in his heart.
Better to kill——
Feeling the lack of his left hand, old Joseph's murderous intention became more intense.
Moreover, it would be much easier to kill Kluvien this way...
"Lord Orlando will forgive me..."
Thinking like this, Old Joseph did not hesitate to shift the target of the attack from Kluvien to Claudia, and then greatly increased the frequency of attacks. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster