Carry the Ring of Elden with you

Huggins showed a look of excitement: "Then have you agreed to take me out of the village?"

Roger shook his head: "No, based on what you said, it can't be inferred that you will be safe after leaving the village. The speed of those monsters is not slow, and it is not certain that they will not chase you after leaving the village. Moreover, we have not figured out what your relationship is. Why wasn't your guy affected by that purple light?"

Huggins became slumped again.

D said out loud at this time: "Next, let's wait until the unconscious man wakes up and ask him what he knows. I only know why the businessman and the village chief's son were not affected by purple light and retained their sanity."

"Huh?" Roger looked at his old friend in surprise.

D pulled over a wooden bench and sat down: "Roger, you can guess what they have in common if you think about it."

Roger himself has a quick mind. He was just digesting what Huggins said. After D reminded him, he immediately thought of the reason.

"I understand, you want to say that Huggins and the village chief's son are people who have not lived in the village for a long time?" Roger said suddenly.

D nodded: "The response is not too slow, Roger."

Then he looked at Ellen, who was still worried about his family, and said, "As for why this boy was not affected, it may be because he was purchasing supplies in the city at the time, and the purple light in the village could not radiate too far."

Roger glanced at Ellen and nodded in agreement with D's inference.

Then he said: "Then there is one more thing we need to figure out now, and that is where have these villagers gone?"

D shrugged: "Who knows? Maybe they are hiding around this mud house and making a hissing sound, ready to come in and turn us into their companions... No, wait."

The D twins frowned under their helmets and discovered the blind spot in their words.

After hearing D's words, Roger subconsciously felt that there was something wrong with what he said, but when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't think of anything wrong.

Huggins saw the solemn atmosphere between the two and asked softly: "Did something unexpected happen?"

Ellen then asked Huggins: "Fat uncle, have you seen my parents in this room?"

Huggins looked at the anxious and aggrieved child in front of him and said with an embarrassed look on his face: "I was hiding on the second floor and didn't dare to get up, so I didn't notice that no one was going out of this house."

Then Huggins looked at the two people who were immersed in thinking and brainstorming, and complained to Ellen in frustration: "Let's not talk about where your parents are. Whether my guy can come back alive is still up in the air."

This is it!Huggins' words made Roger feel awkward again.

As a magician who is good at thinking, Roger immediately caught the unnatural thing that flashed in his mind.

He coughed lightly, looked at Huggins and asked, "I sympathize with your experience, but could you please describe in more detail the situation when your man was surrounded by villagers?"

Huggins was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect to understand what there was to say. Could it be that this magician had strange hobbies?

However, people had to bow their heads under the eaves. Although Huggins was very reluctant, his life still had to be protected by the two people in front of him, so he once again recounted the previously described situation to Roger.

"So are you sure that the tea shop owner just put that insect-like thing into your guy's mouth and didn't do anything to harm him?" Roger confirmed again.

Putting that disgusting bug into your mouth is already causing harm, right?

Huggins twitched his lips and looked strange, but he still answered Roger's question honestly: "No."

After hearing Roger's question, D raised his head and looked at Huggins. He also understood why he felt that what he said was awkward.

Since the villagers who became strange only wanted to assimilate the living people into their own people without harming the living people, why did the village chief's son that he saved have his calf broken by an undead creature?

Roger and D simultaneously turned their attention to the village chief's son who was unconscious on the bed with a look of pain on his face.

"It seems that we are close to the truth of the matter?" Roger frowned and joked to D.

D still looked cold and replied: "Maybe. It's just that I will decide how to deal with the undead. Lord Roland also reminded that those things are not the same as the undead."

Then he stood up from the small bench, tore strips from the sheets that had fallen on the floor, and tied the hands and intact leg of the village chief's son tightly to the small bed.

Ellen and Huggins were in a state of confusion when they saw D's movements.

Why are you so close to finding out the truth all of a sudden?

Roger saw the confusion on the faces of the young and the old, and nodded to the village chief's son who was tied up on the bed.

"When D rescued him, he had just been attacked and seriously injured by villagers who had turned into undead. It was not like your guy just had a bug stuffed into his mouth by the villagers. The undead attacked him with the purpose of killing him. "Yes." Roger's confident and steady voice reached the ears of Ellen and Huggins.

"So I think the man behind this village accident must have something to do with him. Either he is the culprit or the village chief."

"Dong dong dong." Unexpectedly, someone knocked politely on Ellen's wooden door three times.

Then a gentle female voice came.

"Everyone welcome to the village, can you please come to the village chief's house to talk to me?"

Ellen shouted excitedly when she heard the voice: "It's my mother's voice! She's okay!"

Then he ran over and tried to open the wooden door, but D quickly held him back with his eyes and hands.

"The owner of that voice is no longer your biological mother, child." D effortlessly held down Ellen, who was struggling to get away, and said calmly.

Chapter 4: The undead are ready to move

"Can we go to the village chief's house to talk?" The owner of the voice was still outside repeating what he just said.

Ellen twisted and struggled in D's arms and shouted, "Mom! Mom, you didn't...uhhhhh."

D thought the child was too noisy, so he took a piece of cloth, rolled it into a ball, and stuffed it into Ellen's mouth.

At this time, Huggins saw through the window that the outside of the house was filled with densely packed villagers with dull faces and pale skin. He was so frightened that he let out a "ugh" and crawled over to D and Roger. He squatted down and muttered: "Can't see me, can't see me, can't see me."

Ellen struggled even more, punching and kicking D with her ungrown hands and feet.

D held his hands firmly down with strong force, looked at Roger helplessly and said, "I want to knock him out first, he is too annoying."

Roger was not a gentle person regardless of the situation. He nodded in agreement with D's proposal.

Then D slapped him down hard with the knife, and Ellen fainted and finally became honest.

"Can you go to the village chief's home to talk? Can you go to the village chief's home to talk?" More and more "villagers" gathered around and shouted in unison.

Huggins even saw the familiar and expressionless face of his buddy through the gap between his fingers.

It's not that those "villagers" didn't try to forcefully knock down the wooden house to get in, but their intention was dispelled by a light blue barrier.Roger set up a protective pyroxene barrier when he entered the house.

"It seems that the randomly arranged barrier has played its role. What do you say, D? Are you going to follow the instructions of the mastermind behind the scenes and go to the village chief's home?" Roger carefully checked whether there were any omissions in the barrier. while asking D.

D approached the window without fear and carefully observed the situation of the "villagers", and replied: "No, why should we be led by the nose?"

"You are right, we should take the initiative into our own hands, but what are you looking at?" Roger asked curiously when he saw D's movements.

D replied calmly: "I'm looking to see if these villagers can be saved, so as not to have you nagging in my ear when I take action to eliminate them."

Roger ignored the sarcasm in D's words and continued to ask: "Can these people be saved?"

D shook his head: "It has completely transformed into another creature. There is no soul in the body. I don't know who took it away. Now they are just a group of flesh puppets hungry for the blood of living people."

After hearing the news, Roger's eyes couldn't help but dim.

D will not deliberately exaggerate or deceive himself. If he says it is hopeless, it must be hopeless.

Although they have never met, so many innocent people have been transformed into these soulless immortal puppets.Roger was genuinely sad for them.

Of course, grief belongs to the living and cannot be felt by the dead.

The only thing Roger can do now is to kill the bodies of these villagers, let them rest in peace, and stop disturbing the world of the living.

D didn't feel surprised when he saw Roger's gloomy expression under the magician's big hood.He is such a sentimental person, otherwise he would not be running around investigating the dead people who are excluded by the Golden Law in the border area.

It's just that sentimentality is what Roger is responsible for, while D is responsible for saving these dead souls.

D suddenly put his feet together, raised his chest and raised his head, and placed his hands parallel to his chest.The pattern mark of the intersection of the inverted triangle and the three circles of the Golden Law appeared in front of D. The golden light of the Holy Law was so dazzling that both Roger and Huggins subconsciously covered their eyes with their hands.

Then D's hands suddenly opened to both sides, and he imitated the semicircular arc of the holy law prayer of Elden's ring, gathering the holy golden light and covering the villagers outside the house at a very fast speed.

Golden Law Fundamentalist Prayer to Correct the Holy Law of Death.

The dull "villagers" finally showed painful expressions on their faces. They opened their mouths and eyes wide in the purifying golden light of the Holy Law of Death, and black insect-like ominous energy escaped from it. They screamed and disappeared one by one, imitating. In the Golden Law prayer.

But the screams soon disappeared, and the area around the originally dense wooden house was cleared away by D's Holy Law of Death.

"Let's go, just purify all the way to the village chief's house. I'm not interested in what the mastermind behind the scenes is doing. If you have any questions, you'd better hurry up before I kill that person." After killing so many people who were transformed into undead, Villager, D's tone remained calm.

He opened the wooden door, held the twin swords tightly against the golden shoulder armor, and strode towards the direction where "villagers" were constantly emerging.

"Okay. Huggins, I'll leave this boy to you. As long as you don't open the door, there's no way those things can get in."

Roger sighed, entrusted the unconscious Ellen to Huggins, and then used a bayonet to cut off the cloth tied to the bed of the village chief's son who was also unconscious, and held him with both hands, and quickly followed D The pace of the hunt.

Huggins nodded wildly at the place where the two left, indicating that he would not leave the room.

"Is this here?" The golden power of law was attached to the blade of the compact twin sword in D's hand, cutting off a villager's body.The broken limbs fell to the ground and immediately dissolved into a puddle of disgusting black liquid, which was eliminated by D.

All the undead "villagers" appeared in the house in front of D, and he just killed the last one.

As for whether there are any hidden "villagers" in other parts of the village, that's not D's business.

He looked at this wooden house, which was no different from other houses in the village, and asked inside: "Are you going to come out on your own, or should I do it directly?"

"Don't, don't, don't! I admit that I am not as strong as you." The wooden house suddenly shook, and an old man's voice sounded as the wooden house collapsed. A tall and disgusting human centipede appeared in the sun. The old man's head was at the front, with eyes in his eyes. Showing evil and greed.

"D, wait a minute, I just need to ask a few questions."

Roger rushed to D's side at this time, looking up at the huge body that seemed to block the sun.

"You must not be those priests who like to meddle in other people's business. I have never seen such a domineering purification power." The old man of the Human Centipede spoke human words from his head, and the human arms formed its hands and feet, in a certain pattern. floating.

"As you said, I am indeed not the priest you said." D also raised his head and looked at the abominable monster in front of him: "I think I should be more powerful than them. If it is not my companion, I have some questions. You, you have been killed by me."

Then he turned to look at Roger: "I'll give you 2 minutes. When the time is up, I will kill this evil creature."

"No, we don't actually have any deep hatred, right?" the Human Centipede said anxiously. It is not a weakling. It has absorbed the souls of all the villagers in the village and is about to break through its original shackles.

But it still felt deeply powerless in front of D's mysterious power.

That golden light was definitely not the purified power of holy light in the hands of the clergy it had encountered before or the black flame of the Inquisition hunting demons.

The things that were parasitized in the bodies of those villagers were not so much purified as they were expelled and simply disappeared.

What is the origin of this man in strange armor?It is necessary to delay the time for the golden cicada to escape from its shell and report the existence of this person to other undead pioneers who are in action.

"So I beg you two, please be kind and let me go. There is still a lot of money left by these villagers in this village. You can use it as you like." The Human Centipede continued to plead.

D did not answer the monster's words, but signaled Roger to quickly ask the question he wanted to ask.

"What is your relationship with this man? Why do you want to kill him?" Roger pointed at the village chief's son who was placed on the ground, attracting the human centipede's attention.

The old head of the Human Centipede glanced at the people on the ground, and quickly replied: "This is my unfilial son. I fulfilled him and became a part of my body to enjoy eternal life with me. He was not happy and sent me as the undead spirit." He was injured."

After turning into an undead, as Lord Roland said, even blood relatives will not be spared.

"I am very grateful to you for bringing him to me. Only by devouring him will my realm break through to a new world." The Human Centipede said, and saliva flowed from the old man's mouth.

Then it felt D's gaze and said quickly: "Of course, for your sake I can forgive him."

But at the same time, the Human Centipede thought secretly in his heart: If you delay a little longer, the core of the body will be able to break away.These idiots, as expected, human beings like to inquire into everything and want to understand everything.

After the core is separated, maybe I should also try to sneak attack the magician who seems to be relatively weak?If he could devour the magician's flesh and blood full of etheric magic, and add the flesh and blood of his own son, he might be able to advance to become the Undead Baron.

"It's stalling for time, Roger." D said abruptly, leaping high, and at the same time, the twin swords in his hands slashed hard at the human centipede with the brilliance of the holy law.

The originally respectful and humble expression of the Human Centipede became furious. It tried its best, purple light balls emerged from countless human palms, and used the power of death belonging to the undead to resist D's attack.

Then all of this was useless in front of the law of the golden tree. The purple light ball was dispersed by the golden law before it hit D's body. The sharp sword blade followed, splitting the human limbs and splicing them apart. The formed monster body.

"Ahhh, the body is disintegrating, why! Faulkner, you liar! Didn't you say that if I look like this, I will no longer be afraid of the power of the Holy Light and gain eternal life!"

Ahhhhh!Just a little bit closer! !I can send the core of my body away! !Damn damn damn!Where did this person come from?What is that weird golden light?My wish for eternal life! !Just a little bit worse!

The human centipede's limbs continued to disintegrate. It thought and roared in great rage, and used its last strength to stretch out its claws condensed with human bones and grab at its son.

As long as I can devour him and devour his flesh and blood, I can continue to live!

After doing all this, D did not stop there. The Holy Law of Death covered the gradually disintegrating corpse of the Human Centipede with the golden holy mark of the Law in his hand.

Seeing that the corpses of the Human Centipede were all destroyed by D, Roger sighed slightly: "Okay, actually I just want to ask him more information about the undead."

D shook his head slightly and objected to Roger's words: "There is no need to understand these guys. You have also seen that he will not even let his own son go."

Roger smiled bitterly and replied: "No, I just vaguely feel that this is not a simple matter, and there seems to be some shocking conspiracy hidden in it."

D snorted coldly: "Humph... No matter what shocking conspiracy he has, there is no way to carry it out now. And didn't he just call out a name called 'Faulkner'? If you look up this name, you will definitely find out." The results you want.”

Facing what D said, Roger could only shake his head slightly.He walked into the remains of the wooden house that had been destroyed when the Human Centipede appeared, and carefully searched for something in the wreckage.

Hard work takes no effort.Roger actually found an unsent letter from the wreckage.

Light blue ether brewed in his hands. After checking the letter to confirm that there were no spell traps, he unfolded the folded letter to read the text on the reader.

During those few days in Morn City, Roger had learned the writing of this world with the locals, so he could easily understand what was written on it.