The spear transformed by Primas was blocked by "Pale Justice", and he felt that! For a demon king, it was equivalent to the power of the legendary realm, so he immediately stepped back, revealing his body full of abscesses, and squinted his eyes to see
Looking at Natasha, who seemed to be shaking even when standing, she spat out word after word: "Is there a mutation in your bloodline? The more injured you are, the stronger your strength will be?"
Natasha didn't speak anymore, holding the sword tightly and blocking Lucien's body. It seemed that this mutated bloodline ability was also suppressed by Primas' toxin, causing her regenerated power to continue to grow rapidly.
The ground is passing by, so we can't attack, we can only try to defend first.
Moreover, the toxin-infected wound on her abdomen was difficult to heal, and the large amount of blood loss also caused physical weakness.
Primas' voice was raised, appearing very neurotic and full of violent emotions: "Spells are triggered, magic items are triggered to produce defenses, and bloodline abilities mutate. Can't you two just let me kill you? It's so abominable, so disgusting.
It’s disgusting, what’s the point of resisting? Will you still be killed by me? Isn’t it good for everyone to save time?”
Lucien was like a non-drinker who had drank three bottles of Rice. His brain was dull and slow. He was unable to think of a solution, let alone cast magic. He could only vaguely feel the power of the curse with the help of his blood.
, from the lungs, from the stomach, gathered near the neck, and then spread through the neck to his brain, and the power of the curse seemed to have begun to affect the body's functions. Except for the left hand, the rest of the body gradually showed symptoms of weakness.
"No, we must find a way to get out of this 'drunken' situation, otherwise we will definitely die."
"You must not give up on yourself and wait for rescue, otherwise 99.99% of the time you will die before reinforcements arrive."
"Natasha is in danger!"
Confusing thoughts appeared in Lucien's mind. He waved feebly, trying to grasp the inspiration to get out of the predicament.
At some point, Pilimas had two dagger-sized stabbing swords in his hand. They were covered with a layer of dark green rotten liquid, which dripped to the ground from time to time, turning an area black and corrupted.
"This is because you are not cooperating and you will be punished!" Primas said angrily, and then started a violent attack at a speed that Lucien could not catch. The surrounding area was gradually dyed with a creeping black, twisted
Dark green and disgusting light yellow, all who enter this area will be suppressed by curses, poisons and diseases.
This is the semi-illusory will field that is only available to ninth-level golden knights.
Concerned about the "pale justice" in Natasha's hands, Primas did not attack head-on. Instead, he relied on speed and the suppression of his will field, constantly looking for gaps in Natasha's swordsmanship, and then stabbing her with two stabbing swords.
A wound.
Although Natasha has a mutated bloodline ability that increases her strength the more she is injured, her own strength is far inferior to that of Primas and she is harassed by the "Kiss of Powerlessness". It would be good if she can perform one third of her own level.
, so he couldn't keep up with Primas' speed, so he could only passively defend with his long sword.
The first ten seconds were fine. Natasha relied on her airtight defense and "pale justice" to suppress the devil's bloodline and evil domain, and barely blocked the attack of the "venom devil". But as time went by,
The effect of the "powerless kiss" became more and more obvious. Her strength gradually failed, and many loopholes appeared in the sword screen. Primas seized the opportunity, cut open the hunting suit, tore the skin, rotted the muscles, and appeared on her body.
One shocking wound after another.
Relying on the stimulation caused by the wound, Natasha recovered a little strength, but her breathing became heavier and heavier, as if a tightly stretched bow would be broken without knowing when.
Suddenly, Primas dodged Pale Justice, bullied her in front of Natasha with his back facing Natasha, and hit her in the middle of the chest with his right elbow.
Snap, snap, snap, the sound of rows of ribs breaking, and bright red blood glowing with silvery purple gushed out from Natasha's mouth. She only had time to slash back with her sword, blocking Primas' next attack.
He flew backwards and hit the wall next to Lucien.
With a banging sound, broken traces appeared on the wall of the secret room shrouded by the magic array.
Primas was worried about being struck by the "legendary sword" that obviously restrained the demon's bloodline, so he did not make his opponent run until death with one successful move like in the past, but instead tried to protect himself from being rubbed by "pale justice"
If not, Natasha would have died in his hands.
"You can't stand up now, right?" Primas said excitedly and bloodthirsty, and then yelled nervously, "You, why are you standing up? Just lie down and let me kill you!"
Lucien watched Natasha beside him stand up with difficulty. Drops of blood mixed with sweat dripped on the ground. Her body was covered with rotting scars, but she still raised her sword unswervingly and made a protective gesture.
His posture suddenly made his heart sour.
"Unless I die, you can't take a step beyond me."
After being seriously injured, Natasha's voice became less weak, but her weak condition did not fundamentally change.
Lucien hated his own powerlessness at this time. Without the ability to use his mental power, he could only be regarded as half a great knight, unable to participate in high-level battles.
“Got to get out of this mess!”
"We must restore our mental power!"
"If you want to restore your mental strength, you must first remove the curse."
"How to remove the curse?"
Lucien's head was congested and his thinking was slow! He was thinking as he felt the power of the curse pouring into his mind through his neck.
"I declare that the object of my disgust has changed from magicians to you! This mutated bloodline that gets stronger the more injured it is is so disgusting!" Primas was furious, but this did not affect his performance at all. On the contrary,
More bloodthirsty and crazy.
The angry mental emotion and chaotic bloodline characteristics did not make Primas lose his basic knightly judgment. He still relied on speed and agility to attack like a storm just now, bullying Natasha to protect Lucien and bully her.
Lack of strength and difficulty moving.
Silver-purple blood dripped to the ground, and Lucien seemed to hear the countdown to Natasha's life, and a feeling of despair and self-hatred arose spontaneously.
But for Lucien, such despair is not accompanied by giving up, but by a conditioned reflex of unyielding. The spirit of never giving up has been integrated into his soul from the moment the "Symphony of Destiny" was played.
Emotions such as irritability, anxiety, despair, and self-loathing disappeared one after another. Even though Lucien's brain was still numb and slow in a "drunk" state, he had regained some of his thinking ability because there was no interference from negative emotions.
"The power of the curse seems to affect the body and soul by affecting the brain..."
"It merges with the blood of the body, has a steady stream of follow-up power, and then uses the neck as a bridge to enter the brain...Sooner or later, my mental power will be completely crushed, and I will enter a 'drunken dream'... This may be the match
As Rimas said, the longer it takes, the better the effect will be..."
After struggling to analyze the influence process of the curse, Lucien could not find a way to solve it, because lifting the curse requires magical means, and now he is suppressed by the curse and cannot use magic, so he is trapped in an endless loop.
"Is there any other way?" Lucien looked at his body and found that only his left hand still had strength.
"Left hand?"
"It is not affected by the power of the curse!"
Lucien's deep pupils suddenly dilated!
At this time, there was a bang and Natasha was hit against the wall again by Primas, but the sound insulation and magical array defense of the secret room prevented the nobles outside from noticing.
Sliding from the wall, Natasha held her left hand on the ground and tried to stand up, but her wrist suddenly became weak and she fell down again with a crash, a helpless sadness emanating from her body.
But Natasha didn't give up, she was still trying. Even though Primas had walked over, she didn't stop her persistence. She would die anyway, so she would have to try again before she could really close her eyes!
"Wow, get up, you should get up, I want to see if you can get up again!" Primas shouted happily like a madman, full of mockery of Natasha's feeble struggle.
Then he turned to look at Lucien, pressed his left hand on his chest, and bowed slightly: "You two, go to hell!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up two stabbing swords and stabbed Lucien and Natasha in the heads respectively.
Lucien raised his left hand unsteadily, but the stabbing sword was already in front of him, and everything seemed to be coming to an end.
At this time, when there was a sound, Natasha's figure appeared again in front of Lucien. The wounds on her body were so ferocious and her feet were so weak, but it seemed that there was a spiritual power that made her stand up and said "pale"
"Justice" blocked the two thrusting swords of Pyrimas.
Natasha's long purple hair had been scattered and spread behind her in waves, covering her blood-stained face, making her eyes unclear.
Such a scene left a deep impression on Lucien, but he didn't have time to think about it as he exerted force with his left hand.
Primas shouted angrily: "You can still stand up!"
"Don't break into pieces, don't fall!" Natasha seemed to be shouting with her soul. However, the loss of her strength was too serious, and the mutated bloodline could not make up for it, and the "pale justice" showed a downward trend.
At this time, Primas's eyes widened and he saw Lucien behind Natasha. He opened the five fingers of his left hand and stabbed into his neck. Blood spurted out and spread all over Natasha's back.
"Is he going to kill himself?"
The pain, the unimaginable neurological pain, made Lucien almost writhe in pain. Fortunately, he had no strength in his whole body.
Resisting the pain and not pursuing precision, Lucien exerted force on the five fingers of his left hand, moving as if he was trying to break something. The curse power that surged into his brain disappeared as soon as it touched the breath of the silver moon and the mysterious existence of the undead world.
trace.
"Powerless Kiss" itself is at the ninth level, but the poison has been neutralized, so the remaining curse power will naturally be difficult to exist in front of "God's Left Hand"!
Black air rushed out from Lucien's neck like a snake and dissipated in the air.
The central nervous system was damaged, and Lucien could no longer feel anything below his head. But for a magician, as long as the head is still there and the soul is still there, then everything is still there!
The mental power surged like a hurricane on the sea, and the power of the curse without back-up was retreating steadily. It was suppressed to a corner and was on the verge of collapse.
"There's something wrong with his left hand!"
When Primas saw the streaks of black energy disappearing, he suddenly became alert and did not bother to kill Natasha first, trying to bypass her to solve the troublesome magician.
However, he didn't care too much. A magician with only six or seven rings might not be able to break his semi-illusory will field!
But at this time, he saw Lucien take out his left hand and heard a rugged and unhuman voice: