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Chapter 655 Negative Emotional Body

Chapter 110 Seven. Negative Emotional Body

"Can you still see him?"

The young earl's gaze swept across the audience, but he couldn't find the fallen Alvin Saxon.And Kindred beside him also shook his head, but the tension on his face didn't seem to recede at all.

At this moment, there was a sudden gasp around him, and Cyril turned his head, and Pelagius Herris, who had been placed on the roof tiles by him before, had opened his eyes, his eyes were slack, and his mouth kept spitting out. Foaming with blood.

But at the same time, a gentle force was continuously emanating from Pelagius Herris' chest, healing his wounded body.

His eyes gradually gained focus, and his body gradually warmed up. Although he is not out of danger, as long as the treatment continues, he will be able to recover...

But the pair of eyes that finally came into focus suddenly shrunk—a silver bright sword blade was stably protruding towards his chest, precisely picking up his coat, and then touching the skin of his chest, lifting it up. The jade pendant he wore next to his body.

"Is this thing healing you?"

The pleasing voice of the young count came to his ears, but at this moment it was like the echo of hell to Pelagius Heris.He wanted to struggle, but his weakness made him unable to fight it at all.

He could only watch helplessly as the tip of the sword lifted the jade pendant to his eyes, and then with a slight force, the sharp blade immediately cut off the rope hanging from the jade pendant, and then the jade pendant was blown up by a gust of wind, fluttering Shake away from him.

"No, give it back, give it back—"

And the young earl grabbed the jade pendant with his hand, and then bent down, letting his face be full of the sight of the prince of St. Emma.

"One question, are you here for Weisslingen or Urella?"

He observed that the prince's pupils contracted again, and immediately knew that the speculation in his heart had been confirmed.

Stanley Clemens went down a wrong path, and the current ending is certainly caused by his fanaticism, but even if he has 90.00% nine problems, isn't "someone" not one percent Is it wrong?
The person who led the fanatics astray, how much has he mastered across the distant time and space——

Primordial Church, Bishop Nicole.

The archbishop who stood at the apex of Alma St. Emma, ​​who was on an equal footing with the emperor of Alma St. Emma, ​​was far away from the players, but he was the undoubted planner of many conspiracies.

When Urella descended on Cloris Benjamin only as a projected image, Cyril could make unceremonious predictions.

Even Stanley Clemens himself didn't know that it was impossible for Urella to descend, and Bishop Nickel, who was located in the remote Ao San Emma, ​​must also know that it was impossible to revive the gods.

Then again, the people from Ao San Emma paid such a high price to come to Xinaowei Port, it is definitely not to be a good man and help Xinaowei Port smooth out the troubles here, they must have a plan.

And since it is impossible to bring back a revived Urella, there is naturally only one option left for the people of Osan Emma to bring back.

The Devourer they ravaged, Vesselingen.

After finishing all these lines, Cyril's heart was as clear as a mirror.

So is the "Devourer" Vishlingen, who was worth traveling thousands of miles to kidnap, really just a ferocious beast left over from the age of gods?
He then thought of the guidance from Nora.

Things often have two sides, good and evil must be opposite.

Why was the domain belonging to Urella, which belonged to the "sea", easily swallowed up by Vishlingen, and why didn't Urella completely expel it before turning into stars and going away?

Before seeing the appearance of Alvin Saxon, Cyril had no idea about it, but now he has already made a guess.

Because Vishlingen comes from Himself.

He is the collection of negative emotions of Seagod.

And the constricted pupils of Prince Aosheng Emma, ​​as well as the constant nodding movements at this moment, eager for the continuation of life, all proved that his guess was correct.

Cyril took a deep breath, and under Pelagius Heris' eager eyes, he suddenly let go of the jade pendant, and the jade pendant bounced three times on the tile, and then drew an arc The line fell into the surging wave of magic power below.

"Oh, my hand is slippery." He said lightly, while admiring the sudden rapid breathing from Pelagius Heris, as well as the unbelievable gaze, and then patted Ao Sheng with the blade of the sword Prince Emma's face lowered slightly.

"Why...why..." Pelagius Herris murmured as his eyes became slack again, with blood froth blurred.

"Because..." Cyril pressed down a little lower, almost touching the latter's ear, and then whispered his voice into his ear: "Although you and I have no grievances or enmity, what happens in La Rochelle in the future It has almost nothing to do with you..."

"But who made you the future emperor of Ao San Emma?"

"Pelaggios I, the successor appointed by Emperor Uriel I?"

Under the incomprehensible eyes of the prince, he quickly straightened his upper body, then turned around quickly, and grabbed the Sea God's spear [Schla Holden]: "Then the purpose of the next step is very clear, use Urella's power to solve Urella The negative emotional body, Jindred, you just look at... Jindred?"

Cyril looked at the girl, but found that she was staring intently at the giant Vishlingen in front of her, her body trembling uncontrollably.

And the white feather of Isis was floating in front of her at this moment, spinning back and forth; the lower end of the original pure white feather was being stained with pitch black bit by bit...

"He is not dead yet."

The girl suddenly said decisively, and then, like a prophet, she suddenly rolled backwards three times in a row——

But she saw a group of purple-red lightning struck where she was standing before without warning, and directly chopped off a corner of the high tower of St. Mir's Church; large chunks of rocks fell and smashed downward. in the sea water.

"It's not over yet!"

Cyril vaguely sensed that something was wrong, and he quickly stepped forward to meet Kindred, with his left hand already grasping [Adonis' Tenacity] in his hand.The moment he blocked in front of him, the same black and red lightning struck in front of him, and there was a loud bang from the shield, and the huge force made both his feet sink and sink into the tiles, and then went straight It slid back three meters away, leaving two deep scratches on the roof!
"hiss!"

Cyril shook his hand vigorously. The thunder and lightning were not only superior in strength, but a fierce emotion attached to it spread along the shield to his left hand, which was so numb that it was almost powerless to lift it.

And when he shook his hands, the sound of "squeaky" sounded in his body again, dispelling all the numbness in his arms.

"He's not dead yet? Is it Alvin Saxon?"

Kindred didn't have time to reply, she put all her energy on dodging at this time, he was wearing a white velvet cloak like a seabird passing through a thunderstorm, flying back and forth.

And the moment she lightly passed over Pelagius Herris, a black-red thunderbolt precisely hit the prince of Saint Emma she stepped over——

The body of the dying prince was blown up immediately, like the jade pendant that fell just now, bounced three times on the roof, then fell obliquely to St. in sea water.

In an instant, several sea beasts condensed out, tearing each part of his body with their big mouths, biting him until there was not even a single breath left.

Cyril only had time to catch a glimpse of this scene, and he put almost all his energy on locking the source of the black and red lightning. Although each lightning seemed to be disordered, in fact they all had a common source——

He quickly searched in the wave frequency of the magic shock, and finally found the beginning of three lightning bolts in a row, and locked the source.

"There!" He stretched out his finger to point to the location of the source that he locked, but when he looked there, even he was stunned——

There, it is clearly the central area of ​​the huge body of "Vishlingen".

A few minutes ago, this huge monster was too casually constructed, so that people could not tell what kind of creature it was; but at this moment, it gradually took on a fixed form.

The seawater is constantly shrinking, and its huge body is shrinking rapidly.But this does not mean the loss of its power. Cyril noticed that the sea water was continuously compressed with the shrinkage of the body, and has gone through a process of condensing to become a more pure magic aggregate.

Even the magic sea water rushing on the top of the mountain and Jufo Island before is being recycled by it at this moment.Its size is getting smaller and smaller, its power is getting more and more pure, and its breath is getting more and more amazing

It shrinks rapidly, and it is not even as tall as the mage tower it was holding before, and it is still shrinking.Its appearance is gradually evolving into a "beast" form, and now Cyril still can't tell what kind of creature it is, but the magic power overflowing from its body alone makes people almost suffocate.

He stared at the giant beast's chest. As the system weakened, the thick seawater layer on the chest became much thinner, allowing him to see the source he locked on.

And there.

A black-haired young man is leaning comfortably in a cloud of black mist, as if sitting on a throne.

There was no more fierceness on his face, only a proud look remained.

That was the culprit behind all of this who should have died under his arrow, and even if he hadn't died under the arrow, he should have died in the magical seawater.

Alvin Saxon.

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Bubbles kept gushing out from the mouth of the black-haired youth.

He covered his throat with his hands, struggling to breathe, but the trauma from the arrow made him unable to hold his own breath.Pain, blood loss, and suffocation repeated painful expressions on that face, and the purple-black magic power spewed from the wound mouth intermittently, until there was not even a single drop left.

He sank lower and lower, lower and lower, and finally the pain on his face dissipated.

Aiwen Saxon showed a long-lost peaceful expression on his face.

That may have been the expression he had when he was still in the harbor temple and was taken care of by that gentle saint. Since he joined the harbor mafia, his image has been a fierce thug, although his status is getting higher and higher, But the fierce image has not changed.

Those in inferior positions flatter him, those in superior positions loathe him, and those in the same position envy him.

Walking with a world-weary look may be the most suitable way of survival for him——

It is also the way of life chosen for him by the black feathers existing in his body.

Strength is growing day by day, and he gradually knows that he has been the carrier of this feather since he was born; crime is the breeding ground for his growth, violence and killing are his fertile soil, and he should have gradually evolved in such an environment.

Feather of Isis.

In his life, he has two choices:

One is to grow slowly. When he reaches a certain age and his body is strong enough to bear the dark will, he will be swallowed by this will.

Or find the other half of the feathers that do not know whether they exist in the Isis Holy Order, and erase the dark will, and he can enjoy this power exclusively.

The former is a shackle, while the latter is like finding a needle in a haystack.

While doing the two simultaneously, he was looking for a third solution.

"The Devourer" Vesselingen.

The stupid Bishop Stanley Clemens actually thought that the "Wishlingen" he expected to unseal was just a remnant of the age of gods - when he heard the news, Alvin Saxon almost went crazy with laughter past.

With the pitch-black Feather of Isis in his hand, no one knew better than him what this divine, yet violent item meant.

This means that the negative emotions that God cannot suppress, they are powerful and independent, and can even become a separate individual——

Suppressing Isis with Vesselingen, the two wills cancel each other out, and Alvin Saxon sits on the mountain to watch the tiger fight, and finally enjoys the pure power alone.

Such a perfect plan is about to fail.

He was still falling, and the falling speed was getting slower and slower; he suddenly realized that he seemed to have stopped sinking, and gradually gained control of his body.

So he opened his eyes, and what he saw was a pitch-black phantom in front of him—the phantom had a cavity two fists wide in its abdomen, half kneeling on the ground, and the liquid-like black substance was constantly peeling off from his body , and He looked at him with non-existent eyes.

And the pitch-black Isis Feather was floating in front of him, as if confronting the opposite figure.

He was confronting Vishlingen's true self.

Alvin Saxon, staring directly at the phantom and feathers in front of him, suddenly said something like a ghost:
"You want to devour each other? Do you think you can survive successfully by doing this?"

"Your power comes from different people, and it is destined to be impossible to blend."

As he said this, a confident smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This is a smile that will only be shown when his ships are successfully plundered, when his sword cuts off the enemy's head, and when his power expands step by step.

"So……"

"Let's make a deal."

　There should be pictures in the next chapter!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)