Chapter 1187 Delphi Lestrange
“My...bone?”
Delphi Lestrange’s turbid dark green pupils blinked again and again. , pointed to the tip of his nose and confirmed again: "His Royal Highness the Holy Son, do you mean that you need my bones?"
Lamorlock nodded briskly and smiled: "That's right, ma'am. , because of some trivial matters, I need your bones, as well as two other materials that are not equivalent and far less precious."
"No problem, my highness, Delphi is of course willing. At your service ”
The nervous woman grinned, then casually took out a dagger engraved with several delicate snakes from the storage necklace around her waist. She cut off the little finger of her left hand with a happy expression, and then muttered something in a low voice. The amputated finger started burning out of thin air.
When Delphi, who calmly put away the dagger, caught the finger again, all the flesh and blood on it had disappeared.
A pale and warm finger bone appeared and was handed to Lamorlock by its former owner with a smile.
"I'm sorry, ma'am."
Lamorlock glanced at the finger bone that was handed to him like a treasure. He did not reach out to take it. Instead, he narrowed his eyes slightly and shook his head: "It's not this kind of 'bone' I want."
Delphi was stunned for a moment, and then threw away the finger bones that were part of his body half a minute ago as if he were throwing away garbage. He didn't care about his bleeding wound, but looked a little tangled and frowned: "It turns out it's not like this. "?"
Lamorlock nodded.
“Well, let me think about it, if it is used as a spell-casting material or a ritual medium, wouldn’t it be better to use the ulna or the hip bone? Well, although it’s not impossible, it still feels a bit awkward in that case. It's convenient, ha, although it doesn't matter, then..."
She took out the dagger again, pointed it steadily at her left arm, and swung it hard——
The sharp edge cut through the sleeve, but stopped at the moment when it was about to break through the skin.
"No, His Royal Highness the Holy Son mentioned two other materials just now...So including my bones, there should be three...three...three..."
Delphi's turbid The pupils trembled crazily in their sockets, and the originally pale complexion suddenly changed. He became even paler, and his whole body shivered like a spasm for a few seconds, and then he lowered the dagger silently. The face that was obviously very eye-catching, but was extremely distorted most of the time, slowly turned towards Lamorlock, and the muscles on it were constantly It was twitching and looked very scary.
Not only did the latter show no fear, he even smiled happily: "It seems that you have thought of it, Ms. Delphi."
"Aha... I have thought of it. I thought of it, of course I thought of it, how could I not think of it?"
Delphi took a deep breath. Angry, for the first time he showed an expression that was very close to calm. He looked steadily at Lamorlock, who was standing in front of him with his hands behind his back, and said softly: "The blood of enemies, the flesh of servants... the bones of relatives... these It’s a black magic ritual passed down from generation to generation in the Lestrange family. Of course I remember it. How could I not remember it?”
Lamorlock nodded slightly and asked softly: "So, what is your answer?"
"If the target is that incompetent Lucius, even if it is your order from His Highness the Holy Son, I will not be able to obey it. .”
Delphi When she mentioned the word 'Lucius', she subconsciously raised her slender and sharp eyebrows. She lowered her eyes and glanced at the little finger on her left hand that had just finished growing and exuded a silvery white light. He smiled and said: "And according to what I feel, even though the Holy Your Majesty, your divine grace is great, but... you haven’t broken through to the epic level yet, right?”
Lamorlock shrugged, spread his hands and said, “Not only are you not at the epic level, even if you borrow all your strength from my lord? I only have the power equivalent to that of a high-level peak Feng’s strength is nothing more than that, and he has no actual combat experience. It’s really hard to reach his level.”
Delphi smiled, and a flash of clarity flashed across his cloudy eyes: “Then, please. You explain.”
"Delphi Lestrange is an extremely loyal believer, the pride of our Lord and a role model for our generation."
Lamorlock cast a soft gaze on the woman in front of him and said softly. : "Although we are in different dioceses, as the person closest to our Lord, I am still willing to pay you the highest respect. The loyalty hidden deep in your heart that is difficult for us to reach is our Lord's treasure."
Delphi smiled shyly, and two strange and dazzling flushes appeared on her pale cheeks.
"But, Ms. Delphi..."
Lamorlock walked slowly in front of the other party, and whispered in the ear of the woman who was smiling foolishly, just a short distance away: " I have to say, apart from being pious, you are absolutely useless.”
Delphi's pupils suddenly shrank, and the smile on her face froze as if it was petrified.
"Yes, it is useless and meaningless."
Lamorlock did not give the other party a chance to speak, but said in his soft and increasingly cold voice: "Not only that, Your existence has always been very troubling. I don’t know whether it is because of inevitable innate factors or some other reasons, but your impermanence, your violence, your loss of control, your...everything is incompatible with the surrounding people. The environment is incompatible, you are an alien, Delphi, no one will get close to you, no one will trust you, and your only reliance is our supreme Lord, ha..."
Tenderly Holding the stiff Delphi in his arms, the man let out a vicious sneer.
Delphi turned her head with difficulty, put her cold cheek on the other person's shoulder, and said dryly: "My Lord, He..."
"He is tired of you."
Lamorlock's voice was cold and decisive. His slender fingers traced Delphi's cheek. The pupil behind the lens shrank excitedly and murmured: " Because you are a burden, a trouble, a pathetic burden, and you are so loyal, Delphi, you are very loyal, and this loyalty is the core reason why you can successfully survive under the protection of my lord until now, and can create disasters for the sect unscrupulously. "< br>
“My...loyalty ..."
"Yes, after all, no matter what the consequences are, no matter how clumsy your hopeless mind is, you are still fighting for my Lord from the bottom of your heart, so you will only receive praise, and those who work conscientiously and wholeheartedly for our Lord Is it really reasonable that compatriots who are really doing the 'right thing' while running for glory will be punished for some reasonable failures?"
"I...but...Ramo Your Highness Locke, I just..."
"You are just using this loyalty to blackmail my Lord, and then implement the fanaticism that is not loved by anyone and cannot please anyone. Delphi, the world calls us cultists. From a certain perspective, It may be reasonable to say, but you are different. Even among us 'cultists', you are just a simple burden."
"A burden..."
Delphi. His breathing became more and more rapid, and he almost collapsed on Lamorlock.
The latter gently supported her while nodding: "Yes, you are a burden, a burden that is not needed by anyone. You are irreplaceable, because you have nothing to be replaced. Substitute achievements and talents, look at me, dear Delphi, even Lucius, whom you despise, is far more loved by my lord than you. Even any low-level priest who is not popular is favored by whispers. It has never been a secret that he has done far more than you." Delphi's eyes gradually became bloodshot, veins appeared on his forehead and the back of his hand, and the slender and powerful left hand holding Lamorlock's arm was even more forceful. He took away nearly 20% of the latter's health: "You are stupid..."
"Whether I'm talking nonsense, you know better than anyone else."
Lamorlock did not struggle, but looked indifferently at the rapidly declining health in his panel, and chuckled: "Look, you are trying to kill His favored one, Delphi, and the most sad thing is that even at this time, your loyalty to Him has not wavered at all."
Part 2 In a second, the huge grip on Lamorlock's arm disappeared.
“It’s not that He hasn’t given you a chance, Delphi. In fact, He has even given you more oracles than He has given me, the favored one of God.”
La Morlock stroked the woman's messy and dull hair and continued: "But you can't hear it anymore, can't you? It's been a long time, your mind is filled with imaginary whispers, turning a blind eye to His true will. Wen, you have been completely immersed in this belief and there is no way to save you. Not even the object of your belief can save you.”
"The real oracle...I...can't hear?"
Delphi, who almost completely gave his body weight to Lamoroch, was in a daze, and his eyes gradually lost focus.
“He is so kind.”
Lamorlock sighed and said helplessly: “If it were me, it would have started long ago when you first ignored the oracle. , I will find a way to put you to death. Believe me, it is not difficult."
Delphi subconsciously hugged the 'reliance' in front of her and murmured in horror: "Then I will. Why is he still alive, why is he still alive...why is he..."
"He is merciful, I have said it just now."
Lamorlock shrugged and sneered: "In His view, a worthless death is undoubtedly a blow to the love in your heart. The blasphemy of loyalty, and...you are not qualified to let Him worry too much."
Delphi Lestrange was dumbfounded.
“And I, as His spokesperson in the world, am happy to help Him solve this little trouble at just the right time, and...”
Lamorlock suddenly pushed away Delphi, who had almost been driven out of his mind and had a very high probability of killing him with any move of his hands, smiled and said: "I can give you...the loyal nightmare master Delphi Lestrange a glorious curtain call." .”
"Glory...?"
The steps staggered, and the lost Delphi suddenly raised his head.
"Of course."
Lamorlock clapped his hands, opened his arms and smiled: "That is something that can please my lord, an irreplaceable achievement and contribution that countless believers have made. The most coveted honor, you, Delphi Lestrange, will become Tom The cornerstone of Lestrange's resurrection, and that talented young man will be transformed into the sharp blade of our Lord, and will achieve countless achievements and achievements in the near future, and those great achievements will be branded with your name. .”
“Little Tom?”
Delphi suddenly grinned and let out a series of hearty laughs: "Great! Great! I really saw him right, I knew it! I knew that little Tom's strength was born to give. To my lord! He really didn’t let me..."
"He took the initiative to betray my lord, Ms. Delphi."
Lamorlock interrupted with a cold tone. The other party said calmly: "Of course Tom will not let you down, but your irresponsible behavior has cut off all possibilities between Tom and my Lord."
Delphi He let out a mournful scream, gritted his teeth with red eyes and said: "He...he apostatized!? How dare he! How dare he!?"
"Of course he dares, and you... The introducer had no idea about this, so it’s really hard for us to blame dear Tom. After all, he just followed his own heart, and you cannot escape the blame for mistaking the person.”
Lamorlock pushed up his glasses, leaned over and smiled at Delphi, who seemed to have been drained of all his strength and collapsed on the ground: "And fortunately, I will give you a chance to make up for your mistakes, and use your only worthy Proud 'loyalty'"
"..."
"Listen up. , Delphi, that twisted loyalty that has been immersed in the soul will definitely be integrated into your bones, and I will use it as material to help little Tom, who is almost dead, regain his life, and after that... ..."
Lamorlock patted the other party's shoulder and did not continue talking.
"Whether Tom wants it or not, he will definitely reconnect with my Lord again, at least... at least one third of it!"
Delphi's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his expression became more and more excited: "Yes, the bones of relatives mean the reconstruction of blood and inheritance, and what I inherit will of course only be the supreme love for the master. In this way, no matter whether Tom is willing or not, he will have no other place to stay after his resurrection! He must be loyal to his master, right? His Majesty the Son will do this? "Yes, right?"
"Whether he can do this depends on himself...and maybe my efforts."
Lamorlock smiled and said lightly: "But whether he can get this opportunity depends on you, Ms. Delphi. I must tell you that it is not my Lord's wish for you to sacrifice your life, but it is my own decision, Lamoroch the Favorite. , you have the right to refuse.”
Delphi’s eyes widened: “The right to refuse?”
“Of course, you have the right to refuse.”
Lamorlock smiled and laughed harmlessly: "In fact, as far as I am concerned, it is a good thing that a beautiful and interesting person like you can live for a long time, so the right to choose In..."
He could not continue, because just a second ago——
Delphi Lestrange, with a bright smile on her face, had already Stopped breathing.
Chapter 1,180: The End
(End of this chapter)