Rubbish protagonist, I can do it too!

Scathach pondered: "I can see clearly, but it is also confusing. The master's explanation can help me grasp the situation earlier... So it turns out that the Holy Spear Goddess and the Sun King who summoned the Egyptian territory of the Age of Gods to this era, hum! He is indeed an opponent who will not let me get tired.”

"They are very powerful. Even you who are a Servant Spirit Base have no chance of winning. It would be too cruel to test young people in this world. Summoning you to this era is the last insurance."

Scathach frowned and said displeased: "Does that mean I can't take action easily?"

Hall teased: "Hey, didn't you just say that you don't want to deprive young people of the opportunity to exercise?"

Snapped!

Scathach flicked Hall's forehead hard with his fingers, angrily taught: "Don't raise an argument, obviously, Master, you know my character very well. Also, although my soul has become the property of the Master, I still have the right to speak , this is also my habit."

Hall touched his forehead and curled his lips: "Will you show respect to the losers? Why not bring their souls into the Kingdom of Shadows and become the cornerstone of the world."

"If the master intends to use me in this way, I will not have any objections, but the master will use me as a servant, since it has given me the ability to think and choose, such a situation is inevitable, I will Obey the master's orders as much as I can accept."

"There's really nothing I can do about you." Hall pursed his lips.

"Master, are you going to go to the Temple of Azrael now?"

"Do you have the confidence to win? In terms of specifications, crown servants are higher than gods."

"If it is true what the Master said, even if I use my authority, I will not be the opponent of the crowned Assassin."

"Sure enough." Hall slammed his mouth, not surprised by this conclusion.

The strength of the gods is indeed very powerful, and the Queen of the Kingdom of Shadows, Scathach, is an outlier among the gods of turning around, and her strength is comparable to the main gods in various myths.

However, even the gods of the main god level are nothing but Gaia's tentacles.

The crown can be said to be the strongest manifestation of Alaya's consciousness, and it is used to deal with beasts that threaten human survival.

The height of the specification is clear at a glance.

However, this does not mean that the title will definitely win the title of Lord God.

Today, there are still a large number of sects that human beings believe in. The godhead of their main god is infinitely close to the collective subconsciousness of human beings, and has the ability to cut human reason at will across the universe.

If the demon king Gaetia succeeds in incinerating humanity, then this world is likely to be cut off by "them".

The Enlightened One and Yahweh who created Solomon are the main gods of this level.

When Hall was thinking, Scathach attached his head to Hall's ear, and his voice was as gentle as water: "Master, it's not enough."

"what?"

"My magic power, if I open the gate of the underworld and use my authority to fight with all my strength, I can't use my full power with the magic power stored in the current spirit base."

"Wait for a while, and I will find a way to fill the magic gap."

"It's really unpleasant, obviously the desperate battle I'm after is right in front of me."

"Then let's do this." Hall lay up, pushed Skaha down on the stone bed with both hands, pressed on her delicate body, lowered his head to the slender jade neck, and greedily breathed in the fragrance of the orchid.

The meaning is clear.

Replenishing magic, commonly known as body fluid exchange, completes the exchange of magic power through the most primitive reproductive ritual.

"Of course it's fine, Master."

Scathach didn't mind, closed his eyes and enjoyed it.

The man's breath aroused her desire, and the uncontrollable primitive impulse burst out of her body, paralyzing her body and consciousness bit by bit.

Scarlet clouds appeared on Scarha's beautiful face, and his breathing became rapid and hot. The straight jade legs covered by black tulle clamped Hall's waist fiercely, turning over forcibly and pressing Hall on his body.

The queen lowered her head slowly, her long purple hair covered Hall's eyes, she felt her ears being bitten, and heard the queen's strong declaration: "As I said, I'm used to taking the initiative."

The Queen of the Kingdom of Shadows lifted her hair by her ears, her crimson eyes were rippling, as if water could drip out, and she whispered with a charming smile, "Before your soul is burnt, please please me, my master."

······

On the first day, Hall was wandering around the East Village, helping the villagers solve their food problems by the way.

The villagers kindly asked: "Master Hall, you look very good, did something good happen to you?"

"It's a good thing indeed."

the next day.

The villagers asked again: "Master Hall, did you not sleep well?"

"A little."

Day three.

"Master Hall, your face seems a bit haggard. Please pay attention to your body. If you don't mind, please accept this. This is a rabbit I hunted in the mountains." The villagers gave Hall some processed rabbit meat.

"Thank you."

Fourth day.

"Master Hall, are you sick?"

"It's okay, it's just that I'm studying some things during this time."

Day [-].

"Master Hall, this is the meat we got from hunting. Please accept it. If you eat more meat, your body will become stronger."

"..."

······

Hall sat alone on the rock on the top of the mountain, staring blankly into the distance, like a sage thinking about the laws of the world.

After a long time, Hall came back to his senses, and with a depressed face, he used magic to draw a water mirror. The face reflected in the mirror had pale skin and a thin appearance like a seriously ill patient. If his eyes were darker, the painting style would be similar to that of Agger. The regulations are on a par.

"It really is that the body is gradually being hollowed out."

Hall smiled bitterly and laughed at himself. This was really not a joke. A servant of Scathach's level could almost overwhelmingly squeeze the magic power out of Hall's body during the magic replenishment ceremony.

When the magic power is insufficient, it devours life force. After each magic replenishment ceremony, the accumulated fatigue is heavier than going through a big battle.

Both magic power and vitality can be replenished, but the exhaustion of the soul caused by the loss of magic power and vitality is difficult to eliminate no matter what.

Behind Hall, the purple figure changed from a spirit body to a real body, and stretched out his hands to wrap around Hall's neck. The Queen of the Kingdom of Shadows said softly against Hall's back: "I'm sorry, but the master can insist that now it has been let I'm quite surprised that the mana I've accumulated is enough for a battle to the death."

"No need to apologize, I also enjoyed it a little bit." Hall's mind swayed, and the familiar delicate touch of the black veil on his neck almost made him lose his grip.

For some reason, Hall's words made Scathach very happy, and the corner of his mouth curled up: "Yeah, I didn't expect the master to have such an interest, it's like a wild beast, which is similar to the deep sea monster I killed. fight."

Hall said angrily: "You are not the same."

Scathach whispered in Hall's ear with a gentle voice: "In the future, if you need anything, you can come to me at any time. I am happy to enjoy the primitive happiness of biology with a strong man like the Master."

Hall's head rested on Scathach's delicate body, and he said in a tired voice: "You have recovered to your peak state, and it's time to go."

"Don't worry, rest for a few days first to eliminate the master's mental exhaustion. I am enjoying these few days, and some of them make me feel bad. I will make up for the master." Skaha's chin rested on Hall's shoulder On, said with a smile.

"Okay, I'm looking forward to it."

After being immersed in Gentle Land for more than a week, Hall and Queen Scathach of the Kingdom of Shadows both returned to their peak strength.

When leaving East Village, the villagers Hall met along the way greeted him warmly.

"Master Hall, you look good, is your body okay?"

Never had a problem!

"Master Hall, thank you for treating my daughter the day before yesterday."

"Hands up."

A middle-aged man who lost his leg in the war and was healed by Hall's body refining technique held Hall's hands with tears in his eyes: "Master Hall, you are the messenger sent by God to save us, please allow me praise your name."

"Don't be so exaggerated, I'm just a traveler, and it's a good treatment for me to live in the village."

"Your Excellency Hall, are you going out? I will prepare food and water for you on the way."

"Thank you."

"You won't leave us."

"I'll still be here for a while."

"That's good. If Lord Cursearm and Lord Hall are here, the East Village will be as reassuring as the Holy Land."

Surrounded by the villagers of East Village, Hall managed to squeeze out.

After Hall came to Dongzhi Village, the lives of the villagers here changed dramatically.

The earth elemental spirits built a well in the village, and the water elemental spirits changed the flow of the underground river to ensure that the east village had enough water.

The earth elemental elves changed the quality of the soil, and coupled with the influence of the spiritual veins, the land in the village was more suitable for plant growth and ensured a bumper harvest.

When Hall wandered around the village, he often used magic to heal some injured villagers.

In this turbulent era, what Hall did in the East Village was basically the same as a real angel, and he was naturally sought after.

The enthusiasm shown by the villagers, in addition to their respect for Hall, is probably more due to the idea of ​​not wanting to lose Hall's asylum.

Leaving East Village and crossing a mountain, Hall saw a familiar figure at the intersection.

Wearing a black robe and a skull mask, he looks eerie and eerie even in daytime.

Cursed wrist Hassan.

"Your Excellency the Magician." Hassan the Cursed Wrist took the initiative to greet Hall.

"My lord, have you been waiting for me here?"

"I heard that you are going to go out for a while. Is it true that you are going to the Yazrael Temple to visit the first generation?"

"Exactly."

"If you can, I would like you to dispel that idea."

"What is the reason?"

"As Hassan, we only visit the first-generation adults when we face unsolvable problems. It is true that the first-generation adults can come forward, but it also means losing Hassan's qualifications and being beheaded by the first-generation adults. This is the balance."

Hassan, the curse arm, warned solemnly: "Ordinary people visiting the Azrael Temple will also break this balance, which means becoming an enemy of the first generation of adults."

"I know." Hall nodded.

"No matter how powerful you are, you are not the opponent of the first generation. The sword of the first generation is not a murder weapon, but the principle of cutting off the destiny and maintaining the balance of life. Even the pharaoh who came to this world is not the opponent of the first generation. Even so, have you not changed your mind about visiting the Temple of Azrael?" Hassan, the curse-arm, persuaded earnestly.

He saw Hall's performance in East Village, not only because he didn't want East Village to lose Hall, but also because he liked Hall's behavior.

Ordinary people would probably only think it was bragging when they heard the words of the curse wrist, but Hall, who knew the existence of King Hassan, understood that this was the truth, and nodded silently.

Seeing that Hall had no intention of changing his mind, Hassan the Cursed Wrist sighed and said resolutely: "In this case, neither the responsibility as Hassan nor the respect for you can be left alone. If the magician wants to Go to Azrael Temple, then please defeat me again, this time I will not complain even if you kill me."

"The sword that cuts off the destiny really makes me more and more interested."

"Who!?"

Hassan the Cursed Arm suddenly jumped in front of Hall, and drew out a black dagger to guard the surroundings.

Scathach lifted the spirit body, raised the magic spear with his right hand, and the cursed blade silently lay across Hassan's neck.

"Hey! How is it possible!"

Hassan with the cursed arm trembled and rambled. He was Assassin, one of the most famous assassins in the world, but now he was silently held in front of his neck with a weapon, and no abnormalities were found.

After calming down, Hassan the Cursed Wrist instantly understood that Lenovo had seen Hall's mana exhausted a while ago, so he asked calmly, "Your Excellency, Magician, is she the servant you summoned?"

"That's right, she was also the opponent of the original Hassan."

"Unknown powerful follower, I can feel the strong oppressive force from you, and you must be a great hero who left his name in some myths and legends, but I still reserve my opinion." Hassan the cursed arm Be cautious.

"That's better."

Skaha smiled sweetly, and at the same time retracted the magic spear, his body disappeared as a spirit.

what?

Hassan the Cursed Wrist looked bewildered.

Hall patted Hassan on the shoulder of the cursed arm: "Sorry, she has this kind of personality, she is a complete fighter, powerful enemies will only make her more excited, thank you for your kindness, I am a magician, more powerful than anyone else." Cherish your own life."

"..."

"Now that you have mentioned this, I also lost to the magician's servants in an instant." Hassan the Cursed Wand sighed helplessly: "The Azrael Temple where the First Master is located is located in the East Village. Going deeper, it will take more than half a day for a servant to have sufficient foot strength, and it is difficult to find. Please allow me to go with you as a guide."

Hall pondered inwardly, and understood Hassan's intention.

"He was afraid that if the first generation Hassan was blamed, he would be beheaded as a price and thus save his own life."