Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 1004 The origin of "Poison King", the legend of the magic gun
Heaven
Louis, whose soul was torn apart, was covered with sweat on his forehead, lying on his back on the beach, breathing heavily, and feeling terrified of panic.

After Paris almost died, she finally let go of her knots and chose to follow Yelin to the heaven, where she was deprived of her soul by another apostle.

Louis felt guilty and blamed himself. If he had made up his mind earlier, Paris would not have had this pain. No matter how bad it was, why did he go back to Hutton Mar?

"Don't worry, Paris is fine, it's your strength~"

Ye Lin frowned. Louis was the first generation of "Poison King" and the founder of the Art of Devouring the Heart with All Poisons, but the strength she has lost now is even greater than that of Mandarin.

Mandarin has fallen to the peak level of the awakened ones. Although he has not touched the threshold of Niandi realm, he is still considered a well-known powerhouse.

And Louis, on the other hand, is only at the level of an ordinary awakened person. Although he is quite good among the overall adventurers, he always feels that it is a bit too miserable.

"Actually, I'm quite satisfied." Louis unconsciously grabbed the sand on the beach with his palm, and accidentally turned out a beautiful shell.

"I have been interested in poisons since I was a child. I once saw a dog eat a spider and died shortly after foaming at the mouth. I hugged the puppy's limp body. Instead of being afraid, I felt excited!"

She turned her head sideways, looked at the enigmatic man beside her, but dared to challenge the apostle, and asked, "Why do you think an ignorant little human girl would take the evil path of poison?"

Without his guessing, Louis said to himself: "Because, this is the power of Sherlock."

With Louis' apologetic narration, Ye Lin suddenly understood that she was not really reluctant to part with the power brought by Sherlock, but that almost everything about her was bestowed by Sherlock!
Her physique's special resistance to poison is actually derived from Sherlock's power, not because she is born special. Once she is deprived of this power, she thinks she will become nothing.

Losing half of it is acceptable, but depriving all of it completely, no one would hesitate to do it.

Therefore, even though Paris persuaded her many times, she still hesitated and couldn't make up her mind. She was afraid that she would become a gangster who had no strength, could not eat enough, and was bullied.

Until today, the accident of Sherlock and Paris prompted her to repent and shed tears, and offered to deprive her soul.

Sure enough, her ability to manipulate poisons has dropped significantly now. Common snake poisons and cat demon poisons can still be used, but those treasured by Paris have almost become banned.

The two of them were lying down one by one and sitting on the other, facing the cold and salty wind on the coast, and chatted for a long time, about Paris, about the apostles, and Sherlock's body and so on.

Louis has no plans and plans for the future for the time being. When Paris recovers, she will be in the mood to think about other things.

……

Belle Mare, Elwynn Line
It has been a while since it rained, but I heard that Xu Zu's side is moist with rain and the crops are lush.

The Elwynn Line of Defense has extremely rich forestry resources and various valuable creatures. Although it is located on the border of the Principality, its popularity is quite prosperous.

A middle-aged farmer with a strong physique and a patterned towel wrapped around his head is earnestly removing weeds in the field with a hoe.

There has been no rain for a long time, and the growth of the crops is not optimistic. If there is no change after a period of time, you may have to consider carrying water to the fields. Obviously, this is a physical effort.

The farmer was busy from morning to afternoon, without any food in the middle, and seemed to know no hunger. It was not until the last weed was uprooted that he took out a kettle to quench his thirst in the field.

Suddenly, a woman in a black dress appeared on the field path. She had beautiful red hair and was incompatible with the field soil.

She looked at this busy man, although the earth contained majestic energy, but it was so hateful that she couldn't suck at all.

There is a wonderful thing that seals the energy she craves.

The farmer seemed to have a feeling, and looked up in the direction of the woman, but there was nothing, only the weeds he hoeed, which would dry up and die in the sun.

The moment predicted in the prophecy is far from coming, but the "god" he believes in has been forced to a desperate situation.

So, is the "sense of fate" when one gains power, true or false?
"Azera..."

What really puzzled him was Azera's attitude. Why, the woman who shared the same goals with him, who said she wanted to protect the apostles, would be hostile to some apostles.

He understands that the development process of the organization has some radical means in it, but greatness is often accompanied by sacrifice, a little martyrdom, which is worth understanding.

The farmer picked up his hoe and was about to go back to his wooden house, but it happened that not far from the edge of the field, a young man with a long gun walked up a wide road.

"Hey, old man, do you know where this is? Why is there no one for more than ten miles?"

What the man said was not polite, but the farmer didn't take it seriously, and replied indifferently: "The Alwynn defense line, the defense line established by the ancient elves to resist human invasion, but it has been abandoned."

"Hey, that's the Principality of Belmar. By the way, can I ask for a glass of water? Also, is there a market nearby?"

The man rubbed his slightly numb legs while talking, because he didn't have any money in his pocket, and he came all the way from the Delos Empire.

I heard that near the defense line, there are often caravans heading to the big cities of the Principality. If you are lucky, you might be able to hitch a ride.

The farmer, who didn't speak, just nodded slightly, carrying a hoe, and walked towards his wooden house not far away.

A bowl of clear and sweet spring water moistened the man's thirsty throat, and he also learned that if he walked a little further, he could reach Gran's Forest.

There, there is absolutely no need to worry about finding people. Those with some strength can hunt and kill some goblin cat monsters. Their hand bones and claws have always been bestsellers among alchemists.

"Are you also here by summoning?" The farmer with a tobacco rod dangling from the corner of his mouth, stuffed some cheap shredded tobacco, and asked for no reason.

The eyes of the man carrying the magic gun changed slightly, and he immediately became vigilant. He did indeed have a sense of summoning in the dark, so he followed the voice to Bel Mare.

It was an urgent desire and temptation, the magic gun seemed to be humming lowly, and couldn't wait for that calling.

I heard that the hunters belonging to the empire also feel the same way about Leviathan, a desire to hunt, devour, and become stronger.

"Heh, quite a few people have already asked me to pass by, and they are all like you, carrying a cursed magic gun."

Bang~
Picking up the tip of the gun, the dilapidated tea table went straight to the farmer's door. The term "cursed magic gun" was definitely not something that an ordinary farmer could understand.

However, the flying tea table was directly held by an invisible force in the air, and then slowly lowered.

The farmer stood up and walked slowly past him without any energy fluctuations. He pointed in one direction and said, "Look, they are all there."

The sight that came into his eyes made the man's eyes blaze, and he felt a deep chill, his scalp was about to explode.

Magic gun!

Nearly a hundred magic guns of different shapes but pitch-black were inserted obliquely in a large open space behind the house, like a mature sugarcane forest.

"Lord Sirocco, the seeds you spread at the beginning have been slowly recovered. Unfortunately, the bigger one, Leviathan, was blocked by the trial blade."

In the sugarcane forest, there is a new "sugarcane".

……

"Hey, old man, how do I get to the nearest town? The ghost-like Belle Mare, why are there trees everywhere, do they all live in the trees as monkeys?"

Complaining constantly, the burly magic gunman gulped down the drink to quench his thirst.

The farmer pointed in one direction, and wanted to repeat the same trick, devouring the "seed" of Sirocco, and accumulating stronger apostle power.

However, the oncoming fierce fighting spirit instantly blew up the wooden hut where he lived.

Gerardel, the immortal god of war who had a brief friendship with Yelin, swung his heavy halberd and sneered: "Oh, he is obviously just a farmer in the field, so the pressure on him is not small, but compared to that man who gave me You're so desperate, you're still far behind!"

Esla raised her head slowly, staring intently at the fierce figure in front of her, whose body contained terrifying energy.

Some of the seeds that have been sown have grown to unimaginable proportions.

The World War I was turbulent, and the entire Alwin defense line was alarmed. Large tracts of trees lay in disorder like crushed wheat, or were completely smashed.

Gerardel still lost to this strongest fragment, and was about to lose, but in the end, another magic gunman broke the siege with his superb and mysterious spear skills, and the two legendary realms joined forces to finally injure the other party, let him escape,

"Adventurer League, Shiku."

After shaking hands with Geraldell and watching the direction in which Esra fled, Tokuku held the gun and still didn't understand what was going on with that vague sense of calling.

"Oh, I always feel that something big is about to happen, but Belle Mare, isn't it the Sword God's territory, he probably won't sit idly by."

The spirits were disinfecting the wound, and Gerardel subconsciously stared in the direction of the west coast, his palms clenched.

Perhaps, this is the key to unlocking the secret of the magic gun!
　Take a look at the timeline.

　　First of all, when Louis and Paris saved each other's lives, an important factor was the bloodthirsty cat demon.

　　The bloodthirsty cat demon is a product of Bill Mark, and Bill Mark was born long after the incident in the Cave of Sorrow.

　　So at that time, Louis was already possessed by Sherlock, but she may not know it.

　　Louis has been interested in poisons since she was a child, but human beings are human after all, so her extraordinary resistance to poisons at the beginning should be bestowed by Sherlock's authority.

　　(In the storybook, when Louis was a child, she began to collect poisons. Norton asked her to wear a gas mask, but Louis said that he had refined thousands of poisons)
　　So, it can basically be said that apart from the Magic Gunner, the awakened profession of Poison King (not counting Street Fighter) was also indirectly born by Sherlock.

　　……

　　In addition, Louis used to be a Qigong master, so he knew a little bit of Nianqi. It seems that there is some easter egg between Street Fighter and Qigong master?It's just that Street Fighter can't use Nian Qi or take more damage.

　　It is estimated that it originated from the struggle between Louis and Paris and Aska.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)