Chapter 374 Plague Knight, the Blood Moon is coming, and the Moon God Trial! (1W)
early morning.
Yuexia Castle, Temple of the Moon.
On both sides of the statue, the silver flames in the altar burned, and a figure in a white dress stood in front of the altar, praying with her eyes closed.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the spacious temple.
Saint Celine looked back, a warmth flashed in her eyes, and she greeted softly.
"Your Excellency Yeats, how was your rest last night?"
The young Duke is tall and tall, dressed upright and smart, with deep eyebrows and a slight smile.
"The moonlight in your place is quite full of divinity. When I fell asleep last night, I could even see them floating in the moonlight falling through the window."
Divinity is often invisible, pervading the invisible realms of creation.
Being able to see the moonlight flowing like a silver liquid shows that the divinity of the moonlight in this place is astonishingly rich.
Yeats' soul realm is filled with the divinity of the dark night. This violent divinity often makes him feel angry and unable to sleep, so he can only meditate until dawn.
Surrounded by forests and in the quiet moonlight of the Yuexia Castle, the negative effects of the moonlight and the divinity of the dark night made it rare for Yeats to have a good sleep.
When I woke up today, I felt refreshed.
Without stopping, he climbed to the Moon Peak, preparing to tell Saint Celine about the "suspected disease of the Luna Tree" to Saint Celine in the temple.
"It is precisely because of the Moon God Tree that the moonlight divinity of Yuexia Castle is so full."
The silver-haired saint pursed her lips, her eyes filled with glorious joy, and said softly:
"This sacred tree that fell here from the sky is a gift from the Moon Goddess to the mortal world. All moonlight believers are infinitely grateful to it..."
Yeats pondered for a moment, and felt a little embarrassed when he thought of what he was going to say next.
If you tell someone that their sacred tree is diseased in front of the Moonlight believers, if you meet a stubborn person, you may be kicked out.
Fortunately, he and Celine were also friends in times of need, so there was no harm in confessing directly. Yeats cleared his throat:
"Actually, the reason why I came to see you this time is about the Moon God Tree."
"What happened to the Moon Tree...?"
A trace of confusion flashed across Celine's eyes, and she tilted her head slightly, waiting for Yeats's next words.
"The Knight Commander of the Medical Knights, Phoenix suspects that the roots of the Luna Tree are diseased."
Yeats said:
"As for the cause of the epidemic, there is a possibility that the Moon Spring water flowing from the roots of the trees and irrigating the entire Yuexia Castle caused the plague."
Celine opened her beautiful eyes wide, with a look of shock in her eyes, opened her mouth, and said hesitantly:
"Is there... is there any tangible evidence for this?"
The status of the Moon God Tree in the sect is self-evident.
A person from the Holy See actually claimed that the Moon God Tree was diseased. This was actually an offense to the Moon God belief.
But if the situation is truly true, it will definitely cause a strong shock to the entire Moonlight Sect!
Even the people's beliefs may be affected!
This was a situation that Celine never wanted to see, and an unnoticeable fear flashed deep in her eyes.
Yeats pondered for a long time.
Because of the special status of the Moon God Tree, the chain reaction caused by the disease in the sacred tree will be extremely far-reaching.
Just like if you tell a Hindu that the E. coli in their Ganges water exceeds the standard and is not only unholy but can also cause illness, they will definitely refuse to admit it.
But Celine is not a stubborn person. Unlike several elders of the sect who stick to the rules, it will be much more convenient to go to the Holy Tree to investigate with her leadership. Yeats then expressed his opinion directly:
"Although Phoenix is a member of the Holy See, his medical skills are indeed superb and he has unique insights into the plague. The suspicion is likely to be accurate——"
"And I agree with Phoenix."
Yeats made the judgment because he knew that the "people of the plague, the pus-seekers" might have broken into the ground of the sacred tree, which corresponds to the plot of Phoenix killing the "pus-seekers".
"The roots of the Luna Tree are likely to be diseased, and we need to go underground under the sacred tree for on-the-spot investigation!"
Yeats simply took the initiative and proposed that Celine lead him and Phoenix to inspect the roots of the Luna Tree.
Celine bit her red lips, her eyes flashed with confusion, and said:
"However, the roots of the Moon God Tree are buried deep under the canyon. If you want to find out the root system, you have to dig three feet into the ground... This is really a kind of blasphemy against the Moon God..."
Yeats can actually go deep into the ground by melting into the shadow spell, but the Moonlight Sect does not promote shadow spells, and now is not the time to reveal that he knows dark night spells. He suggested:
"The decision lies with you as the high priest, Celine."
"In my opinion, don't rush to decide whether to dig or not. First cut off the people's water and the underground spring water in the canyon, observe the reaction, and then send several priests from the sect who are good at medicine to go near the Moon God Tree to see if There are traces of the plague curse, so it’s not too late to decide.”
Yeats' analysis was well-founded, and Celine nodded frequently, admiration flashing in her eyes as she looked at the young Duke.
He is indeed a hero who assisted the monarchs of the two dynasties in protecting the country.
Celine's heart was touched... If the plague can be resolved safely, she will fight for Duke Yeats's place in the God's Chosen Trial no matter what!
"I understand." Xilin nodded lightly, "It is true that most of the water used by the people in the city comes from underground rivers and wells, and the roots of the Moon Tree go deep into the underground rivers. If the root system is really diseased, the water source will also be contaminated. On the curse... I will start with the Moon Well and immediately order the priest to go to the Moon God Tree to investigate!”
After deciding on the policy, Celine acted vigorously and resolutely, showing her skills as the leader of a faction.
Strictly speaking, Celine has not yet officially become the High Priest of Moonlight, and there are still voices of opposition in the sect.
Its strength is only the fourth ring, which is very different from the high priest of the dark night Margotha, who is the sixth ring.
But Celine has a major advantage over Magosha, that is, her special physique allows her to carry part of the Moon Goddess' divinity in the material plane.
In Yeats's impression, she was promoted to the Chosen of the Moon God in the Moon God Trial, and then became the Sixth Ring Master, and then she completely took charge of the entire Moonlight Sect.
In the process of climbing the Moon River, Celine is also an opponent that cannot be underestimated.
Yeats thought.
After all, she is the real owner of this opportunity.
If it were to backfire and make Celine the Moonlight Chosen again, many plans would have to change.
If you are an evil player, you should consider how to kill Celine at this time...
Yeats was in a delicate mood.
It doesn't have to be so extreme. If Celine does become the Moonlight God's Chosen, there are other ways out.
Everything has a turnaround... except helicopters.
That afternoon.
Under the orders of Celine, a group of moonlight priests surrounded the Moon Goddess Tree to detect the plague curse.
In order not to cause turmoil in beliefs and panic among citizens, the operations were carried out in secret.
Yeats took the time to meet with Phoenix, the Knight Commander of the Knights Hospitallers, in the drawing room of the Duke's Palace.
"Your Excellency Yeats, Gui'an."
Phoenix faced Yeats, his old rival who once captured him, and did not show any embarrassment or jealousy. He showed a knightly demeanor and said with a smile:
"I never expected to meet you again under such circumstances."
Yeats admired characters who were neither humble nor arrogant.
Confidence comes from neither overestimating nor underestimating one's abilities.
No matter how embarrassed Phoenix was when he lost, he clearly realized that he was a master of the sixth ring and had the confidence of a strong man. When they met again, there was no darkness or flattery at all.
Yeats nodded and did not deliberately bring up the past. Instead, he discussed the matter and talked about the situation of the Luna Tree.
"If High Priest Celine agrees, she will personally dig up the Moon Tree in the dead of night, go with me to investigate the roots of the sacred tree, and wait until dawn to restore it to its original state."
"Your medical skills are better than mine. I would like to invite you to go to the Moon Tree with me to find out. The price is negotiable." Yeats said calmly and with great wealth.
The blond knight's expression suddenly became serious, he stood up and saluted Yeats solemnly.
Yeats raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why are you saluting suddenly?"
"You must have mentioned this matter to the High Priest of Moonlight before she was willing to risk the accusation of blasphemy and dig up the sacred tree."
Phoenix's eyes flickered, he put a hand on the plate armor on his chest and whispered:
"As long as the source of the plague can be solved, tens of thousands of civilians in the city will be saved, and all of this will be done at your fingertips... Please accept my respect!"
Holy Mother.
Yeats secretly judged Phoenix.
The world hates Our Lady. In fact, it hates double standards. It only hates the arrogance and self-impression of standing on the moral high ground.
If she is a Holy Mother who works hard to cure illnesses and save people, she will definitely be respected by others.
Yeats also stood up, nodded towards Phoenix, and said:
"When the time is determined, I will come to take you into the city, and then meet with High Priest Celine in front of the Moon God Tree."
Phoenix had no right to enter Yuenxia Castle and could only be stationed outside the city. This was an order given by Grand Duke Benoit who was worried that the Knights had other plans.
With Yeats's guarantee, Phoenix can enter the city openly.
But Yeats also kept an eye on it. If Phoenix was pretending, then burying him underground would reduce one of his powerful rivals in the future.
Facing Yeats's scrutiny, Phoenix showed a sunny smile and nodded:
"Okay, Your Excellency Duke Honeysuckle, I will wait for your news outside the city. Please allow me to excuse myself...I'm sorry."
Sunset dusk.
Crane, who returned from outside the city, said Phoenix was still treating patients in the camp.
This really surprised Yeats, who made him cherish his talents and thought about how to make money for this person.
The next night, there was less than one day left before the start of the Divine Selection Trial.
Celine approached Yeats with a serious face and said that she was 80% sure that there were lesions in the roots of the Luna Tree and they needed to be removed as soon as possible!
"I don't understand who brought the Plague Lord's curse to the inside of the Moon Tree."
"What kind of plague believer is it that the curse on his body can corrode the Moon Tree?"
Celine was in disbelief.
The Moon Tree is an alien object from the sky, and the pure moonlight divinity has powerful self-healing properties.
But now, the roots of the Moon God Tree are also corroded, which shows that this curse has reached an almost terrifying level!
Facing everything unknown after digging up the roots, Celine instinctively felt a kind of fear, but she couldn't wait to know what kind of monsters lurked deep underground in the Luna Tree!
Eighty percent of them are "people of the plague and those who ooze pus".
Yeats thought to himself.
A plague cultist that feeds on debris and decay.
It is said that the Ichor came from a noble family, but due to disputes over his bloodline, he was thrown into the sewers at birth and grew up by devouring disgusting filth in endless darkness and despair.
Since he has never seen the outside world, the stench and rot have become a breeding ground for the pus-eater, and the cold underground depths can make him feel warm.
He could have grown old peacefully, but unexpectedly saw the outside world and the vicious...sun.
The man with pus was in despair. He discovered that he was the biggest alien in the world. The original hotbed made him nauseous, and the unbearable stench made him cry bitterly.
When he was on the verge of collapse, he heard a loving voice——
Lord of Plagues.
Accepting the fate of decay, the pus-eater felt the twisted love and warmth in self-destruction, so he walked underground in this world, spreading plagues and curses with his body, hoping to make everyone in the world "happy".
With the blessing of the Plague Lord, the pus-eater has the ability to compress his body and transform it into poisonous gas and pus, so he can also sneak into the underground of the Moon Tree.
The self-healing properties of the Moon God Tree are not worth mentioning to the pus-exuding person who is full of despair.
Just the various strange disease strains on the pus-seeking person are enough to cause the Moon God Tree to rot and become diseased, thus triggering a plague that infects tens of thousands of people.
Yeats was in a mixed mood.
When facing someone with pus, he would most likely be at a disadvantage. After all, he was too disgusting. Yeats was extremely reluctant to cut him with the Silver Sword.
Fortunately, the pus-eater in the plot fell into the hands of Phoenix.
According to the principle of plot killing, Phoenix must have a way to restrain the pus-seeker. This was also one of Yeats's considerations in inviting Phoenix to accompany him.
When this plague is over, the Moon God Trial can be officially launched. Secondly, I have made great contributions to defending the belief in Moonlight, so I should be rewarded by the Moon God!
"So, when are we leaving?" Yeats looked at Celine.
"Tonight."
Celine's face was calm, as if she was ready to ask the gods to come over her, and said:
"Leave the underground before dawn and fight quickly!"
The moon and stars are sparse.
In the past few days, the huge full moon has been rare to see, occupying almost the entire sky, making the floating moon island in the center of the full moon look particularly small.
One corner of the full moon is still a little incomplete. In one day, it will be complete, and it will be the time of the divine selection trial!
Yeats withdrew his gaze, looked at the blond knight and silver-haired saint beside him, nodded and said:
"Let's get started."
Celine nodded, instead of using the moonlight spell, she tore open a scroll of high-level spells.
The sixth-level transformation spell can move mountains and rocks. Compared with the lower-level "Stone Shaping Spell", it can move and reshape soil and stones in a wider range. The caster can form or change the shape of earth and stone in a matter of minutes, suitable for creating retaining walls, digging trenches, or altering terrain.
A high-level mage can change the terrain in an instant and is the ultimate killer weapon on the battlefield.
At the moment when the Mages Guild announced its participation in the secular struggle, Yeats thought that he would soon see a scene where two mages would compete to build a city wall higher and faster.
Soon, a huge pothole appeared in front of the three people.
Celine frowned and covered her mouth and nose, a strong stench overflowed from the pit.
"It's actually hollow." Phoenix frowned, "It seems like something has made a nest at the root."
"Go down and have a look."
Yeats distributed "Art's Blessing, Green Cardamom" to everyone to ward off the stench.
Then he took the lead, using the flash technique in his palm to act as a light source, and fell into the dark underground.
The air was filled with the smell of decay, and the dim light illuminated the hollow depths of the ground. Yeats raised his head and saw the roots of the giant tree twisting and twisting on the stone wall, like some kind of huge tentacles, something brought by the giant. Feeling of oppression.
"This place looks familiar."
Zuanya said: "It reminds me of the old things in the World Tree."
Regardless, Yeats, Phoenix, and Celine cautiously approached the direction of the air flow. The closer they got to the air, the stronger the rotten smell became, and the little squirrel's noise became a voice-over explanation.
"Nidhogg, you know, right? He originally lived in the roots of the World Tree, Yggdrasil, and gnawed on the roots of the World Tree all day long."
"I saw that Nidhogg was so bored that he was chewing the beard of a tree, so I talked to him, but he didn't want to chat with me, so I went to find Widfournir on the top of the tree to keep him quiet all day long. Keeping in mind the idea of the golden rooster, it would be a good idea to imitate Nidhogg and become a vegetarian..."
"Widfournir was very angry and told Nidhogg to take care of himself. I gave his words to Nidhogg again, saying that Widfonir planned to take care of you..."
Yeats's forehead twitched, silently listening to the teeth-drilling complaints.
Between the legendary monsters [Desecrated Black Dragon] and [Desolating Wind], this is how you talk about it, right?
Zuanya sighed, his voice was rather lonely.
"In the blink of an eye, all my friends have disappeared... Fortunately, I have a friend like you, Yeats."
Zuan Ya talked about these ancient secret histories, even beyond the knowledge range of Feitan, the wise fish. He listened silently and slowly gave his evaluation:
"Ratatosk...I mean, Senior Drill Tooth was very lucky not to be eaten by Nidhogg and Vidfolnir at that time."
"What are you talking about? I was very strong back then! I could even climb nine worlds without taking a breath!" Zhuanya hummed.
"Tell me, is there a possibility that as one of the World Tree totems, you are still alive, then Nidhogg and Vidfolnir are still alive in the world, but they are still sleeping?" Yeats thought in his mind. road.
Zuan Ya was stunned for a moment and said carelessly:
"In this way, if you meet them in the future, I will take care of it for you and make sure they drill my teeth to save face!"
Yeats was in a strange mood.
No need.
I'm afraid that if you give me a message, Nidhogg will come to me to exchange feelings the next day!
The sound of water from the underground river echoed in front, and the air became thicker and thicker. Even the 'Blessing of Art·Youth Cardamom' could not resist this suffocating rotten smell.
Celine's face gradually became solemn and she whispered:
"I can feel that the Moon God Tree is crying...The culprit is right in front!"
"No, it's not the trees that are crying, but the wailing from the depths of the soul."
Yeats looked at Phoenix in surprise, seeing compassion and touch on the handsome face of the blond knight, and said hoarsely: "That is a pitiful and pathetic soul..."
Deep in the dark underground, a deformed and ugly figure fell in the shadows, leaning against the damp underground river, holding the tentacles of a giant tree and gnawing on it.
Yeats couldn't help but hissed.
The figure was wearing a shabby and dirty cloth robe. He was tall and shapeless, with tumors and cysts all over his body. When he noticed the footsteps, he suddenly raised his head, with a red light of madness and despair in his eyes!
People of plague, those who ooze pus!
Celine's pupils shrank, her beautiful cheeks looked pale and frightened, she shuddered, and said in a cold voice:
"Goddess of the Moon...what the hell is this..."
There is such a terrifying creature living at the bottom of the Luna Tree!
That nightmarish existence emits a stench that symbolizes despair and depravity every time it breathes. Just looking at it will make you instinctively nauseated and fearful!
"It's human."
Phoenix spoke, his voice laced with sorrow and sadness, his face showing the guilt he felt towards the unfortunate.
"A human being whose soul was taken away by the plague!"
Human beings have a natural instinct to pursue beauty.
The figure in front of me has completely distorted this instinct and is the ultimate form of ugliness!
Yeats took a step back and held Phoenix in front of him, with mixed emotions.
no.
Even if the health bar of this thing is brightened, I don't want to hit it because it will dirty the magic gun!
Weapons of the level of the magic gun 'Gayaberg' have developed their own thoughts, and can convey simple emotions to their owners with the help of invisible fluctuations.
From Gayaberg, there was instinctive resistance, and even the pointed tip of the spear was buzzing.
The mistletoe rooted on the tree of life seems indifferent.
The divinity of light can purify impurity.
Even those as ugly as plague believers will be wiped out in the dazzling sunlight.
But Yeats did not want to waste the precious divinity of light on plague believers.
Fortunately, I brought Phoenix here this time... This should be his personal plot line...
Yeats said solemnly: "He should be the culprit that caused the disease of the holy tree. The best thing to do is to kill him directly!"
Celine's cheeks turned white.
She had grown up in a life of fine clothing and fine food, and had never imagined that human beings could be so twisted and desperate!
The man with the pus was holding a thick iron rod in his hand, with rotten corpse fragments stuck to the end of the iron rod, exuding a nauseating stench.
His pustule kept spewing yellow mucus, and he slowly stood up from the filth everywhere. The pus-oozing person stared at everyone, his face was distorted, and he began to pant violently.
Sixth ring spell, plague poison cloud!
The yellow-green poisonous mist was exhaled from his mouth, instantly forming a restricted area of life. The roots touched by the poisonous cloud quickly rotted and withered, and the underground river water was instantly polluted!
The next moment, Celine had come to her senses, stopped the trembling of her body, her fingertips danced in the air, and the crystal moonlight flew out quickly like a butterfly!
The moonlight butterfly fell into the poisonous mist and was instantly wiped out.
Celine's face was ugly, and her heart was full of fear. What was the origin of the other party, why did he suddenly appear at the root of the moon tree, and who was behind it!
While thinking about it, Celine's reaction was a beat slower. The pus-eater waved the iron rod, and sulfuric pus splashed from the rod!
Yeats quickly pulled Celine out of the way, and the pus fell on the ground, instantly melting into pits!
"This thing actually still hurts with enchantment..."
Yeats muttered and ordered:
"Phoenix, you don't have to be moral when dealing with plague believers, come on!"
As he spoke, a white light condensed in Yeats' palm and fell into Phoenix's body.
Encouraged by the Six Ring Energizing Technique, Phoenix's speed suddenly increased, and his figure rushed through the poisonous mist like lightning. The swift sword in his hand was like mercury pouring down the ground, and it stabbed at his vital points continuously like a gust of wind and rain!
But the pustules on the body of the pus-seeking person seemed to be a natural cushion, offsetting the impact from the swift sword. The pus that splashed after the wound was punctured actually strengthened the divinity of the plague in the creation field, and the poisonous cloud became more intense!
"This thing is so disgusting!"
Zuan Ya shouted: "Yeats, use your fire of judgment!"
"Do you think I don't want to?" Yeats flew at the bottom of the narrow tree roots to avoid the oncoming poisonous mist and gritted his teeth, "I'm afraid that using sulfur fire here will cause an explosion and collapse the entire Luna Tree. !
While speaking, Yeats took out his master's long bow, opened the bow and nocked an arrow. The arrow was burning with fierce fighting spirit and suddenly shot towards the head of the pus-oozing person.
The sharp arrow penetrated his head directly, but the pus-seeking person seemed unaware of it.
"It doesn't seem very powerful?" Zuan Ya said.
"...The attainments in archery can no longer keep up with the intensity of the sixth-ring battle."
Yeats frowned.
Spearmanship is currently his strongest area.
But the practice of archery cannot be abandoned either.
The subordinate god of the Moon Goddess, Artemis, the goddess of hunting, has sacred level attainments in archery.
If I can get her guidance, my skills in archery can be improved quickly!
On the other side.
The man with pus completely ignored Yeats and smelled the pungent smell of disinfectant on Phoenix's body. His gloomy and desperate eyes were fixed on the handsome face of the blond knight, and he spat out a brief syllable:
"You...also feel...my...happiness..."
"Let me hug you!"
The oozing man's face was crazy and twisted, and he shot out a malicious gaze. He dragged a huge iron rod and rushed towards the blond knight with his burly body.
The bile and bitter water spewed from his mouth contained the corrupt divinity of plague, and turned into strange rotten flowers, growing on the roots of the Moon Goddess tree. They looked extremely strange, like diseased lesions. Creepy.
"Happiness?"
Facing the ugly and filthy oozing person, Phoenix's compassionate face showed a trace of touch, his eyes flickered, and gradually became determined, saying:
"This may be a blessing for you...but I can't let more people fall into the quagmire of the plague, you must fall!"
The oozing man roared crazily like a beast covered in ulcers, and the eye-catching wounds on his body were enough to make people fearful.
Phoenix's expression remained unchanged, as if he had seen many such scenes. The swift sword was like a precise scalpel, constantly cutting open the pustules on the body of the pus-seeking person, and the splashing blood splashed on the ground with a squeaking sound!
"You... don't understand at all!!"
The pus-eater jumped into a rage and swung a powerful iron rod. The rod was wrapped with the power of dark green disease, which instantly corroded Phoenix's armor and eroded his flesh and blood!
Phoenix suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the poisonous mist took the opportunity to penetrate into his nasal cavity. He felt that his body was smashed away by the iron rod of the pus-eater, and a hellish roar rang in his ears.
"Plague...disease...this is true equality!!"
Yeats was slightly startled.
Killing the Ichor, shouldn't this be Phoenix's personal highlight in the original game? Why was he almost beaten to death!
The butterfly effect again?
The next moment, Yeats belatedly realized that because Phoenix was captured by him, the holy sword 'Durandale' was still in Yeats's storage ring!
Yeats took action quickly, not caring that the information on the lyre would be leaked, and immediately strummed the lyre of light.
Dance according to law!
Even a dehumanized monster like the Ichor, under the influence of the magic of music, his body twitched unconsciously and fell into a stalemate. He half-knelt on the ground holding the iron bar and let out a roar of resistance.
A look of surprise flashed across Celine's eyes.
Even this kind of monster cannot resist the magic contained in the music.
This is the amazing attainment of the Art Divine Chosen in music and magic!
Facing the existence of the same sixth ring, Luling Qiwu could not control it for too long. Yeats threw the holy sword [Durandale] at Phoenix with his backhand and said:
"Go on!"
Phoenix had already been eroded by the plague. The moment he received the 'Immortal Sword' Durandal, surging vitality poured into Phoenix from the hilt of Durandal's sword!
Yeats was speechless.
Is this the charm of Zhuanwu?
No, I still have to keep [Durandal] so that I can conquer Phoenix in the future!
Durandal, no matter how much trauma he suffered, could always recover.
And Phoenix also means ‘Phoenix’ in Rolandic.
Phoenix was a knight who was good at medical skills and attrition warfare. The moment he held Durandal, his aura suddenly changed and he slashed out a sharp blade towards the kneeling pus-eater!
Phew!
One of the arms of the oozing person flew in the air and turned into a puddle of pus when it hit the ground.
He let out childish and painful wails, and sound waves containing curses poured into everyone's ears. Yeats used his lyre to interfere, but he saw Phoenix standing silently in front of the pus-seeking one, without immediately finishing the attack.
Yeats's eyes changed slightly and he shouted:
"Back off, Phoenix!"
The blond knight did not say anything, but silently stared at the person with the pus. He seemed to be infected by the other person's pain, and two tears silently fell down his face.
"I can't understand your pain, but I can see that you are in pain..."
"The sun is too bright and will burn people, but if you reject the sun, you won't be able to see the scenery."
The pus man suddenly stood up, stretched out his two arms viciously, and tried to crush the blond knight!
Zheng!
Durandal was inserted into the abdomen of the person who was bleeding.
The blond knight kept the posture of inserting the sword, gently stretched out his hand, and gave the ugly plague believer a hug.
"This is the only thing I can do for you."
The doctor's eyes were gentle and he said softly:
"May you be happy in the next life."
The oozing man froze in place, his vitality still uninterrupted, and the plague divinity that filled the surroundings continued to flow towards it, filling his wounds.
Phoenix's embrace was like a sword sharper than a holy sword, inserted into the chest of the one with pus.
He was like a bewildered child, as if he was being hugged by someone for the first time in his life, and there was a sharp pain in his abdomen as a sharp sword penetrated him.
The arms of the person with pus dropped down weakly, his head drooped, and he whispered:
"Happiness... makes... it hurts..."
His body began to tremble violently, his body surface emitted a strange light, and his wide eyes showed a trance. The god of plague became violent, miasma poured into his body crazily, and thick mucus seeped out from the cracked skin!
Yeats's pupils contracted.
"No, he's going to blow himself up!"
The forbidden spells in the plague school are extremely common among the suture monsters headed by abominations, and plague believers will also use this spell when they voluntarily give up their lives, forming large-scale poisonous mist and pollution!
Celine's face turned pale instantly.
The self-destruction of the Sixth Ring Master is extremely powerful. He even self-destructed in the Moon God Tree, with disastrous consequences!
The situation was critical, Yeats no longer covered up, and instantly activated the fighting spirit of the night, forming a jet black cloak around his body.
‘Dark Night Blessing·Dark Night Spirit Clothes’ is currently the strongest protective spell that Yeats has mastered. From the outside, it looks like an ordinary windbreaker, with no clues.
Yeats flew into the air, picked up Celine with one hand, flashed out more than five meters away, and quickly retreated with the 'Shadow Step', bringing his survival instinct to the extreme!
On the other hand, Phoenix is in front of the self-destruction. Fortunately, the "Immortal Barrier" that comes with the holy sword "Durandal" can offset most of the impact for him.
boom! !
A deafening explosion sounded, and the body of the pus-seeking person was instantly filled with flesh and blood, and the fragments were scattered in all directions. The shock wave of the explosion swept around, carrying a strong stench, and quickly corroded the root system of the Moon God Tree.
The entire Moon God Tree is trembling!
At night, countless citizens of Yuexia Castle woke up from their sleep and looked out the window in shock.
The bright silver moon hangs in the sky, and red light emerges from the corner of the silver moon, like a blood-red tide engulfing the moon. The blood moon envelopes it, casting a blood-red shadow!
"What the hell is going on?!"
"Why did the moon turn red!"
"Goddess of the Moon, if we have done anything wrong, we ask for your forgiveness!"
Under the gaze of the blood moon, no matter how devout the Moon God believers were, they felt great fear and depression. They all knelt before the blood moon and begged the gods for forgiveness.
Moonlight Temple.
Temple guard Luvian raised his head in disbelief, looking at the blood moon in the sky with a shocked expression.
"The moon on Holy Days should have been blue, but now it shows an ominous red light. This is a violation of the authority of the moon god!"
Luvian's sister was worried, looked up at the sky, and said:
"I think it must be the Moon God Tree. Something went wrong!"
The next moment.
Luvian's pupils contracted.
In his frightened eyes, the figure suspended in the center of the blood moon was reflected.
The blood moon hangs high, and a knight rides a white horse, floating in the center of the blood moon. The red light made his figure look like a demon from hell.
Unintentionally looking at the white horse knight, Luvian felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, her teeth chattering, and she was filled with fear.
Luna's panicked voice sounded.
"Brother, that is the holy realm, you can't compete...brother..."
Luna's exclamations were drowned in substantive fear, and Luvian was horrified to find that under the light of the blood moon, he could not feel the connection with his sister!
This made Luvian more desperate than death. He raised his head and stared at the knight on the white horse in the center of the blood moon, eager to know his origin and purpose!
The knight on the white horse wears armor, an iron helmet, holds a big bow, and hunts in a cloak. He coldly overlooks the city under the night, with cold and piercing eyes.
outside the city.
A woman in a windbreaker wearing an iron mask stood on a cliff with a cold wind, her golden eyes looking at the knight on a white horse under the blood moon. She stretched out her silver arms towards the blood moon, her fingers slightly curled, as if she was rubbing the red crystal. Ball moon.
Beside Famula, the crystal light made up the white feathers, and there was no one there. Only Raphael quoted scriptures in a gentle voice.
“‘When I saw the Lamb opening the first of the seven seals, I heard one of the four living creatures say with a voice like thunder, “Come! ”
"And I looked, and behold, a white horse, and the man who sat on it had a bow, and a crown was given to him. Then he came out, victorious and victorious."
Famula said: "So, what is under the blood moon..."
"[Plague Knight]."
Raphael said: "He is one of the four knights who fight for God."
Famula was silent for a moment and said:
"I thought you were the only apostle to take part in this operation."
"To be precise, the Four Knights and the Seven Apostles belong to different realms, and the Plague Knight in front of you only came with the help of a [container]..."
Raphael said: "I can't help you directly. If you want to climb the Moon River, you have to rely on yourself."
"But, I haven't seen the Moon River yet."
"You'll see it soon."
Suddenly, the Plague Knight under the blood moon raised his long bow high. The bowstring glowed with a dark red light under the light of the blood moon. A dark red arrow tore through the sky like a meteor and struck the Moon Island above the Moon God Tree.
The floating moon island shook and shattered with a loud noise.
Amid the frightened and shocked eyes of the people in the city, Tsukishima suddenly fell towards the great rift valley in the center of Yuexia Castle! !
boom! ! !
At this moment, a terrifying shock wave shook the entire city. The huge Moon Island crashing into the canyon gave people an intuitive impression that it seemed to be several times larger than the image hanging high in the sky.
On the highest peak of Moon Island, a strip of silver satin suddenly passed across, and the mighty Moon River turned into a waterfall, pouring down from the Moon Peak!
"Due to the destruction of the Plague Knight, the Moonlight Temple activated its self-protection, and the Moon River was activated in advance."
Raphael looked at the falling Moonlight Falls and said:
"And now, as long as you go to the Temple of the Moon, you will not only get the magical weapon [Moon River], but you can also rob the Moon God's authority!"
"In that case, why not let the Plague Knight take action directly? After all, the Sanctuary is a hundred times stronger than me." Famula said sternly.
"The Holy Land has its own battlefield of the Holy Land."
Under the blood moon.
The Plague Knight suddenly had a premonition of something, pulled the reins, and stared at the gray-haired figure formed by a mist.
Goddess of Mist!
The most unpredictable of all the gods.
Relying on his proficiency in illusion, he often descends into avatars and walks around the world in person!
"So, what is your relationship with [Lord of Plague]?"
Daisy twisted her fingers around her gray hair and asked with interest:
"Or, the plague was caused by you, um...how do you say that..."
Daisy's eyes were crystal clear and she said meaningfully:
“‘In order to resolve disputes, you must first create them’?”
The Plague Knight remained indifferent, then suddenly opened his bow and nocked an arrow, shooting a sharp arrow! !
In the aftermath of the explosion, Yeats climbed out of the ruins, looked up at the blood moon, and froze in place.
Celine looked equally confused and shocked.
And when she saw the falling Tsukishima, she made a quick decision and said:
"Yeats, the Lunar Trial has been forced to be brought forward!"
"We must climb the Moon River and pray to the Moonlight Goddess for a miracle to end this blood moon!!"
Yeats took a deep breath.
The next moment, his figure suddenly flashed out and rushed towards the Moonlight River like a silver waterfall pouring down!
Become the Chosen of the Moon God, today! !
(End of chapter)