Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

squeak!

He kept walking, never forgetting to close the door behind his back as he walked, and even adjusted his cloak casually.

The face sleeping on the bed was naturally very familiar. I had even seen it in the mirror two days ago.

It’s really not easy to meet the Pope, Mrs. Nilegoria.

I didn't even have time to go back and change clothes.

Although the cloak on his body was professionally designed by himself, it was too riddled with holes and could not cover the broken flesh and blood underneath at all.

The overload of the mythical form just now has been reflected now.

The wound that Hagi saw had not completely healed, and now the recovery speed has almost stopped, and some parts have even dropped to negative numbers.

The specific manifestation is that the wound seems to be alive and is climbing and spreading around.

I'm afraid it will take some time to recover.

The reason why he did not spend this time to make the audience more solemn is also very simple - the pope on the couch seemed to be aware of it the moment he opened the door.

The specific manifestation is that there is a faint breath, and the body even moves slightly.

……

Without the main hall of believers, it looks more solemn.

And when Fu Qian was unimpeded and walked all the way to the seat, it seemed as if the witch, the source of the dim light in the whole world, was awakening from a deep sleep.

He took a long breath, and the next moment his eyes slowly opened, capturing the soul.

He didn't say anything before paying, but the smile still bloomed on that pale and charming face.

The next moment, she didn't even put down her arms and sit up straight. Instead, she raised the sleeves of her gorgeous and complicated robe and leisurely stretched out her left hand.

And in a wonderful synchronization, Fu Qian had already reached the seat and stretched out his hand in a very cooperative manner.

Delicate and cold, the touch lasted only a moment.

Soon, starting from the fingertips that Fu Qian held, the figure in front of him gradually became illusory and scattered like frost.

There was no change in his expression before payment.

The person sitting there was not a real person, he knew it right away.

A scrawled painting conjugated to the outside.

It seems that the witch kept a part of her farewell to herself in this way.

This is why I didn't hesitate just now.

The shadow in front of me was so weak that if I moved a little slower, I would be unable to reach out when I got closer.

And this handshake seemed to indicate that his journey of protecting the emperor had reached its end.

But only as if.

Stab it!

The sound of tearing broke the silence.

The cloak, which was already riddled with holes, was now completely scrapped.

And a ferocious huge mouth exposed below was aimed at the figure that was quickly withering on the seat, and he swallowed it in one gulp without hesitation.

An escort is an escort. As I said, we are not here to express condolences.

Almost instantly, his eyes fell into complete darkness, accompanied by a familiar feeling.

The silent Dark Moon Church began to collapse again, quickly turning into smeared paint.

He is still no exception.

There was still no resistance before paying.

……

When the changes stopped, it turned out that the Dark Moon Hall had disappeared.

In the art gallery, I was still in the same position as before, still looking at the paintings just now, as if I was just distracted.

Only the torn cloak and the fangs that were not fully retracted underneath recorded the visit just now.

Cough!

Putting his hand on his chest, Fu Qian took a deep breath and started coughing violently the next moment.

And with this rare movement, pieces of broken internal organs were sprayed from his mouth to the ground.

…… really not bad!

I am quite pleased with this change.

The teeth that are not fully retracted in the chest are not because the previous injury was so serious that he could not even close his mouth.

It was the new injury that caused the change.

After swallowing the Pope's Shadow, there was no gain in the usual sense due to the insight effect, not even a word.

What replaced it was the turbulent flow of life.

It was like there were eight water pumps running at full capacity, spreading his own blood freely.

If it were normal, Fu Qian would still be confident that he could fight against it. After all, he had just been promoted to the second level.

However, the current situation can no longer be described as adding insult to injury.

Fu Qian felt very clearly that he could start the countdown to his entire life.

After some searching, I can only say this result - great!

For Fu Qian, it makes no sense to obtain another papal relic, ability or item after insight.

The current results are almost second best.

The first best thing is to get the message left by the Pope, which is as detailed as the street and corridor house number, indicating that I am in danger and the Templar Knights are coming to rescue me.

As for the current performance, it seems that there is only one piece of information left - I am in danger.

Getting worse is at least changing.

Although it was weak, the fragments of power he swallowed were equivalent to those of the witch, and it could be said that he had a connection with her.

And the ensuing reaction is that life flies by like crazy.

If the witch has really completely disappeared into time, it is hard to imagine how it could have such an impact.

Even for the decay of corpses to be conducted, there must be a corpse.

This escort trip seems to have finally made a breakthrough.

Although there are no more details, it seems that the pope's true body is still in this world.

The only problem is, as the old saying goes, you don’t have much time left for yourself.

It won't take more than twenty-four hours, make this very clear before paying.

At most, by this time tomorrow, my life will reach its end.

The mythical form cannot be activated, and this situation will not improve in the future.

Cough cough cough...

There was another violent cough. The cause was that Fu Qian found a wound and put his finger in it for a while.

After a moment, a blood-stained, curved object resembling a bone was pulled out bit by bit.

It's certainly not a bone.

Before transforming into a worm, except for the abnormally colorful lantern, which was overly dangerous, almost all other items were put into his flesh and blood.

Blasphemous Embrace is certainly no exception.

It's a pity that even after a day has passed, even during the medical mission, the latter is still unable to activate.

Its meaning seems to be just a key to the world.

But taking it out before paying now is not to swallow the waste and use it.

After wiping off the blood and setting it aside, Fu Qian's hand reached into the wound again and grabbed a certain 120-degree angle.

Sweet Dream Headband.

This piece from the cloister, which can shield the gaze, has certainly not been left behind.

But because of its slightly excessive size, when it was packed into flesh and blood, Fu Qian was very particular about the reasonable arrangement, and was even forced to recall the pain of organizing the backpack back then.

Considering the current physical condition, it is relatively effortless to take it out manually.

click!

Little by little, he pulled the hexagonal cage out of the wound. This time, he didn't even wipe the blood on it. He just threw it on his head.

no effect.

The vitality is still pouring out like an avalanche. (End of chapter)