"Brother, do you think how is Sister Christine doing now? It's been more than 20 days. Isn't Sister going to be in any trouble? Why don't I go over and have a look?"
At midnight, the two brothers sat opposite each other by the campfire as usual. Hastur took a bite of the grilled fish and asked absentmindedly.
During this period of time, he simply lived like a year. After all, no matter how slow he was, he could still detect the fluctuations of the life force radiating out.
Coupled with the fact that Christine had not shown up yet, Hastur seemed more and more restless. If he had not been strictly prohibited from approaching the three-story building, he would have gone to rescue Christine. p>
"Brother, have you lost your mind? With Lady Christine's wisdom, there is no need for you to come to the rescue."
"I think we should wait and see, or even if Christine-sama really encounters some trouble, we should go to Rikka or Gloria-sama for help, and we must not act recklessly."
Although Perseus is now suffering from psychic disorder and has completely become a burden among the seven people in the group, in the eyes of his good brother Hastur, he is still his brother and has never changed.
The low voice echoed under the night, and Perseus shook his head after hearing the words, and then handed Hastur a jug of wine.
Through the layers of dark spiritual energy barriers, Christine was still sitting in the room, but her face was no longer as charming and enchanting as before, and she actually looked like an aging person. This is the price of the rapid loss of life force, but as Gloria said, Christine cannot stop this symptom now, and she must either break through the difficulty or die.
As a result, Christine in the illusion became more and more confused and confused. Although she had never moved even half a step from beginning to end, she felt that her soul was slowly drifting to the end of the corridor, and at the end of the corridor except for
Death, but no longer any expectations.
An inaudible buzzing sound suddenly sounded, and the blood-stained wand of annihilation floated into the air, and then diffused a faint light, and shot towards the end of the corridor.
At the same time, a strip of light was pulled out from the end of the wand. Wisps of dark psychic power poured into Christine's body, but several cracks appeared on the wand itself, and the ancient Elvish language on the surface also changed.
It becomes increasingly blurry.
According to legend, only those weapons that truly recognize their master will produce some spiritual consciousness. However, any weapon that produces spiritual consciousness will better assist the user, and can even take the initiative to respond to the enemy in times of crisis.
Three days and three nights passed in a blink of an eye. Kristine, who was originally in a daze, woke up and saw that the toads on both sides of the corridor had disappeared, along with the poisonous snakes that were eating her life force.
There was no trace.
Christine is indeed an excellent magician. When she woke up, the first thing she did was to cut off the power of life and continue to leak out.
But she also wasted a lot of dark psychic power because of this. Although she has returned to her youthful appearance, her brows are full of fatigue.
"I never thought that one day I would rely on you. For hundreds of years, I have always regarded you as a dead thing, but now it seems that you are too conceited."
"Stop these meaningless actions. After all, my role as master is probably over. You will have to serve a new master one day in the future, but you can't waste all your spiritual consciousness in vain."
"I am very grateful that you are still willing to accompany me after many years of companionship. This persistence alone is enough to surpass many people."
Christine sighed. She planned to hold her wand, but in the end she was still unable to control her body. In fact, she was not too surprised by this. After all, the wand of annihilation has been used for more than four hundred years. It can be said that she
A true partner.
The years of hard training in the dark elf king tree, the blood of the enemies during the elven civil war, the ferocious offensives of countless peak experts, and even the coercive power of ancient ferocious beasts.
Whatever Christine has personally experienced, the Nirvana Wand can naturally relate to it. It is a friendship of fighting side by side, not like companions relying on each other, but better than natural trust.
However, looking back at the Wand of Annihilation, it is always floating beside Christine. The ghostly light that resembles breathing flickers in and out. Although it is not an ancient magic-storing weapon like the Black Wood Flower, it has experienced hundreds of years.
After baptism, it also contains a huge amount of dark spiritual power.
Originally, the Wand of Nirvana had a chance of transforming into a more terrifying existence, but today, because of its eagerness to protect its master, it wasted hundreds of years of accumulated spiritual consciousness, and even planned to die with this mysterious tunnel.
"Why bother? Given the current situation, I can't control this spell at all, which means we are not destined for each other."
"The so-called 'inspiration' is something that is out of reach. Either hold on tightly or give up as soon as possible. There is no third possibility."
"Although I hate to admit it, it seems that I failed this time, and the failure was extremely ugly."
"I feel that such a result is unacceptable, so I plan to use all the remaining life force to take a few steps even if I cannot reach the end."
"As for you... I think you will eventually fall into Gloria's hands. That would be good, at least with Gloria's level, but you won't be buried."
Gloria felt like she was like a candle now, which could be extinguished at any time in this unknown illusion. But before that, the candle also hoped to float to the end of the corridor, and after burning the veil
, peek into the hidden face.
However, just before Christine began to activate the remaining life force in her body, the Wand of Annihilation once again erupted into dazzling halos.
An extremely pure dark psychic power appeared out of thin air, and the wand of annihilation seemed to be locked on something, and it was likely to shoot out in the next second.
This is a behavior that can only be displayed by a weapon that is connected to its owner's mind. In other words, as long as the weapon has spiritual consciousness, it can independently judge when to attack.
But this situation will only happen once. After all, weapons are not professional. Once they start to act, regardless of whether the enemy survives or not, the weapon itself is destined to be destroyed.
After a moment, all the ancient Elvish language on the surface of the Nirvana Wand lit up, and it reluctantly floated in front of Christine, touching her forehead for the first time in hundreds of years.
"It turns out that I am not alone. Now I have a trustworthy companion. I met Hastur in my early years, and you were my silent protector even earlier."
"If you have already made a decision, then as the master, I will naturally not stop you. I also know whether I can forget all the pain and remember my companions in the so-called garden of the old god's back.
."
This is Christine's character. She will never force anything. Only by following the laws of nature can she feel at ease. The wand of annihilation is reflected in her beautiful red eyes, or an old friend who will never leave her. p>
On the other hand, the Wand of Annihilation seems to have sensed the thoughts of its owner. The power of dark psychic energy in the fantasy realm is rapidly compressed and condensed, and finally twisted into a ball of light, floating at the top of the wand.
But you must know that the power of dark psychic energy itself is the most extreme black. Therefore, only under the most extreme circumstances can it emit light like a star.
There was another buzzing sound, and Christine felt her heart trembling. The entire corridor seemed to be much clearer because of this, at least the corridors on both sides were no longer looming.