Taming the Dark Lord

The rain is pouring.

The deafening thunder roar mixed with shining electric arcs shrouded the whole world in dark clouds and rain.

The magic lamp on the wall still has the last afterglow, and the afterglow of the candlelight reflects the girl's slim figure, flashing on the smooth jade slab, and quickly disappearing without a shadow.

The bathroom returned to darkness, so quiet that only the sound of water dripping and Amelia's messy breathing remained.

Pressing her slender fingers on the dark spot, with a little effort, the piercing pain suddenly exploded, flowing along the meridians to the limbs, and the pain was so painful that she couldn't help biting her lips and groaning.

It hurts with a light touch, no wonder they howled like that.

She was a little stunned to remember the appearance of the middle-aged woman going crazy, her fingertips trembled involuntarily, and she hurriedly folded the skirt to cover the glaring black.

"Boom boom boom!"

Suddenly there were several messy knocks outside the room.

Amelia got dressed, her blonde hair still stained with water, dripping ticking, she pushed open the bathroom door with her feet, there was no one in the room, the balcony door was wide open, and a few wisps of cold wind blew in. , She shivered from the cold.

The dark elf didn't know where it was.

Wouldn't it be troublesome to find white/elf?She thought helplessly, and smiled slightly.

"Boom boom boom!"

The knock on the door became louder, as if someone was hitting the door outside.

Amelia walked over and opened the door, revealing Rita's flustered and teary face, "What to do? Look, look, what to do?"

She has bare white forearms, and palm-sized black spots occupy a large area of ​​skin on her slender wrists, squirming and expanding like a living thing.

Rita held her arm, her voice choked with fear, and big tears rolled down. When the identity of the illegitimate daughter was exposed in public, she had never cried in such embarrassment and fear.

Amelia stayed for a moment.

Looking from behind Rita, in the wide and luxurious corridor, the doors of the room opened one after another, and a cultist who looked scared or collapsed came out one after another.

There are dazzling dark spots on their skins within reach.

"Don't be afraid." Amelia raised her hand to cover Rita's trembling shoulders, and pointed to the back: "We should not be the only people who are infected with the plague."

Rita turned her head blankly, and at the same time, she couldn't help but notice the word.

'we.'

Could it be that Amelia also...?

Realizing this, Rita couldn't help it anymore and burst into tears.

In the dark meeting room, no one stood up to light the magic candlestick, and people sat silently on their seats, there were silent weeping sounds, one after another.

The devastated believer thought mechanically: "This is impossible, impossible, impossible..."

"Is there still no news from the temple?" Amelia asked.

Debra cheered up a little, and said blankly: "No, not at all." The dark spots growing on her soft side face twisted and twisted as she spoke, looking at terrible and disgusting.

Someone said: "Is it because it's too late, so no one hears it?"

No one in the room answered his words.

Everyone knows that this is impossible.

How ridiculous, the church where thousands of people are stationed, are all asleep?

"Exactly, what happened?" The light and fluttering voice echoed in everyone's ears. They coincided with each other, and they all had the same confusion.

What happened?

A clearer and clearer guess appeared in everyone's minds, but they dared not think about it or talk about it, as if they could escape the result in this way.

Amelia stood up: "Since the temple cannot be reached, we can only rely on ourselves."

She looked around the crowd, her eyes calm and calm. At this moment, the chief saint, who had been covered by Debra, finally showed the brilliance that it should be, "Everyone, we don’t have much time left. There is no time to waste. We are crying, we need to do our best to find hope of survival."

"Even the most benevolent gods will only care for the strong, and hate the weak." The girl smiled: "You don't want to be abandoned by the gods, right?"

For people in this world, the name of a god is more effective than any comforting words, and being given up by a god is more painful than death.

Amelia firmly looked at everyone's eyes of hope rekindled, and smiled.

In the gloomy dungeon, rain water seeped through the cracks in the floor and fell. The stone walls were a bit dilapidated, and the cold wind blew in from there, making a whistling sound.

The skinny witch was draped in a thin old coat, curled up in a pile of straw, her hands and feet were cold, and she could barely stay awake by the little temperature of her heart.

"What are you doing?" Her voice was hoarse, deeper than usual.

Amelia stood far away on the steps, and several clean and tidy quilts were magically controlled and floated past, falling from the sky in the gap of the iron fence and covering the witch.

So warm.

The witch's unconscious hands and feet were freed from the endless cold wind, and she dullly felt a trace of warmth.

"You shouldn't have come." The witch clenched her horns stiffly, her terrifying face hidden in the shadows, and outsiders couldn't see her expression clearly, but could only hear her cold voice.

"You'll freeze to death if I don't come." Amelia bit her lip, her brows condensed, and one hand was on her shoulder. It seemed that she was a little uncomfortable and her movements were very stiff.

"Don't eat the food delivered these days. I know you can find something to eat by yourself. Don't contact others." She hesitated and asked: "Do you know any plagues that have black spots as symptoms? "

The witch asked sensitively: "The plague? There is a plague here."

Amelia admitted: "Yes."

The witch stood up suddenly, and the quilt fell into the straw. She clenched the iron railing tightly. The temperature was so cold that it was not as cool as the coolness in her heart, "Where are they?"

"Are they still alive?"

Amelia was silent for a while, and shook her head.

The witch's fingers clenched sharply, her joints turned white, and she was shaking uncontrollably.

Amelia looked down, avoiding the witch's trembling pupils, "Be careful. The plague is very contagious. Please tell me if you know anything."

She could hardly face such sad eyes, and left the dungeon as if to escape.

The guard was standing in front of the door with dull eyes, his right hand kept rubbing the side of his neck, showing an indescribable expression.

Amelia understands his feelings, a strong itching is coming from her shoulder blades, accompanied by a faint pain, but she can't touch it, it will be very painful when touched, and the heart of the painful person will tremble .

If you accidentally scratch it, there will be pus oozing out. She was in the conference room before, and she watched a believer accidentally scratched her, sharp nails cut the skin, and fishy pus gushed out like a tide. Like the blood assimilated by the plague, it is endless and difficult to stop.

Then, small pustules will grow in the broken part, maggots will grow in the tender meat, and the itch will be transformed into heart-piercing pain. The torment makes people want to rush to die there... and all of this in just one day The transformation will be completed within.

This is the result of the collection of many cases in the treatment facility.

In other words, if dark spots appear on your body, then from the moment they appear to the same time the next day, it is the only time left in your life.

A short and painful time.

Amelia blinked her sleepy and dry eyes, resisting the itchiness of itching into her bone marrow, stepping quickly and eagerly, and stole from the sparsely populated path to the warehouse.

When she was in the conference room before, she suddenly remembered the words of the divination witch Bella.Does the "fatal crisis" she said refers to the present?

Whether or not, she has to give it a try.

Some other believers tried desperately to contact the church, some plunged into the library to read the classics, some fell on the ground and wept bitterly. There was no one in front of the warehouse where the treasures were stored, and a large lock was hanging empty. .

Amelia broke the door lock several times and opened the door. The black book covered with a thick glass cover was lying quietly on the front shelf.

Again.

Amelia secretly said, there was a flower in front of her, and the golden handwriting on the page began to move, crawling towards her squirmingly.

"Don't move. I'm here to find you." She simply lifted the glass cover, took up the black book and shook it, "The time is urgent, I just asked directly, do you have a solution to the plague?"

The black book slapped the bookcase, as if laughing happily, the pages of the book could not wait to turn open, revealing a page full of handwriting.

——Ask the plague?

——This is the last curse of a powerful necromancer when he is dying. He has been tortured and his mind collapsed. The last trace of clarity is at the cost of soul annihilation, vowing to let his pain be imposed on countless people.

——Especially the shameless thief who bewitched the gods.

——His curse has been embedded in every strand of the thief's soul, like a bone gangrene, like a shadow.

——She is hopeless.

——She must die!

Amelia suffocated her breath, her fingers turning white on the spine of the book.

--but!

The ink on the page changes.

-She is not without life.

——The god who follows her and only looks at her is her only life.

——What a great and loving existence the gods are, even human beings as small as ants are willing to shine light on her.

——Go, pray for the gifts of the gods.

——You will not be disappointed, His most beloved believer.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the wide open door.

Amelia looked up and saw that the dark elf was standing there, slender and tall against the light, scarlet eyes with an unknown smile, raised her eyebrows and looked at her.

"Why did you get here?" He didn't know where he found a handkerchief and wiped the blood and soil on the back of his hand.

"I..." Amelia pursed her lips, hardly knowing what to say.

She was about to put down the black book when a pinpoint tingling sensation suddenly came from her shoulder blades, causing her hands to soften, her fingertips to loosen weakly, and the heavy books fell on the ground.

"Boom!" The dust on the ground splashed.

Amelia clutched her shoulders, biting her lower lip with pain, she was sweating.

She understood that the plague had begun to advance, from itching to pain, and maggots would soon be born.

The dark elf curled his eyebrows and appeared behind her, holding the girl's waist tightly with one hand to stabilize her shaky figure, "What happened to the shoulders?"

In spite of the girl's refusal, he directly took off the clothes and exposed his smooth white shoulders.

The hideous black spot suddenly broke into sight.

The elf's hand had a meal.

Amelia raised her eyes to look at him, her natural evil face sank, her expression extremely condensed, her eyes fierce as if she wanted to eat people, and anyone who saw this kind of sight would have their legs weakened and her hair horrified.

However, the fingers that fell on her shoulders were light and soft, like falling snow covering the branches of plum blossoms in winter, with invisible tenderness in the cold.

"Who did it."

Amelia was in terrible pain, but the corners of her mouth smiled involuntarily, her voice was much lower than usual: "Do you remember that Necromancer? It was his curse..."

As she spoke, she turned her head and looked at her, her voice suddenly stopped, her eyes frozen on the hand of the elf touching the black spot.

The fingers were long and slender, the joints were distinct, and there were still some blood stains that had not been wiped off.

However, under these jade-like palms, the terrible black spots swim, like bugs fleeing in panic, shuddering in fear when facing their natural enemies.

The gods are its natural enemies.