Original God's Dark Priest

The so-called fun of fighting can only be achieved between opponents of equal strength, but an excellent matching mechanism can always help you find a father of equal strength.

When she felt that Saphir was quite powerful, Skfenug was briefly excited, but this feeling of excitement lasted very short. The moment the shield axe in her hand suddenly transformed into a chainsaw, the battle for Skfenug was over.

He also didn't understand why in a world approaching the era of cold weapons, someone would take out an electric saw to fight. Is this thing really used to fight people, not to slay dragons?

You know, when Saphir was fighting him, he completely suppressed him only by relying on his physical strength and the performance of his weapons, without using his own abilities at all.

What is this concept?

A weapon, coupled with enough power to drive it, can completely suppress a demon-level opponent. If such a weapon can be mass-produced...

I dare not even think about it.

Such worries are, of course, unnecessary, because the weapon used by Saphir is not the Great Mountain Tsunami Shintachi, but the form change of Veronica, which is naturally blessed by Veronica's own attributes.

Veronica is absolutely the only weapon and can never be replicated. Ooyama Tsunami does not have the conditions to replicate it. As for the degraded version of Shadow Fight, it can only be said that the standard weapon without special attributes can only be used to deal with Hill Culvert thugs at most.

In any case, at least Skfenug was indeed excited about encountering a strong enemy. This battle-crazy trait was somewhat similar to Surt'loch.

Sicock suddenly felt a little sympathy for Skfenug. This time he was matched with an opponent he could not handle, which led to such a crushing defeat.

She was thinking about how to save his dignity when Skovnug spoke first: "You have a sharp insight. Even if you were just observing for a moment, you noticed it...

Although it was a disastrous defeat that even I couldn’t bear to watch, I have no regrets.”

This is why Skfenug can remain calm. Winning or losing is not important to him. He just enjoys challenging the strong.

Si Ke Ke looked at the calm Skefnug and sighed softly: “So I think maybe Master is looking forward to a battle just like you.

His opponents can force him to use all his strength, even to exhaust all the potential in his body. He will break through himself in the battle and fight with all his strength in body and mind.

Then, let yourself and this grand duel end together."

"Compared to such a tragic defeat, being defeated after a hard battle is what he is most looking forward to, isn't it?" Skfenug also knew Surtloch very well and guessed his thoughts.

He couldn't help but glance at Safir, as if he wanted to say something.

Saphir noticed his look and shook his head: “Surtrochi is the prey of Sikirk, I will not interfere in their affairs.

But if Silkcock fails, I will definitely step up, whether I can beat him or not."

In this world, the person who can crush Surtloch as he crushed Skfenug has probably not been born yet.

Such a strong person will naturally not be easily crushed.

"For the master, good and evil are not important. The only thing he has to do is to fulfill himself. This is also one of the secrets of his strength." Si Ke Ke had some understanding of his master. In other words, Surtr Loki was as strong as a monster because he always had a feeling of not caring about the life and death of others.

This is also true, just like what is written in many novels about cultivating immortals. If the world of Teyvat is compared to cultivating immortals, then Surtr Loki cultivates the way of ruthlessness, never caring about the life and death of others, going with the flow, and being invincible in the world.

On the contrary, it is Safire who is very similar to him. At first glance, both of them seem to have a feeling of not caring about the lives of others, but in detail they are quite different.

Surtloch was truly ruthless, and the only bit of warmth he gave was to his childhood friend, Skfenug.

Although Safire seems heartless, she is actually kind-hearted. Whether it is helping the weak, helping friends, or even showing inexplicable kindness to strangers, all prove that she is not a heartless person.

But she will not be trapped by emotions, and can always rise from the ashes and be reborn in times of crisis. To be honest, she is a bit like a monk who practices the way of the common people. The heaven is both kind and cruel. Everything Saphir does is in accordance with her heart, and her main idea is that thunder, rain and dew are all grace from heaven.

It is difficult to judge which of their approaches and ideas are stronger, but they are undoubtedly stronger than ordinary people. This is one of the reasons why Sikirk believes that Saphir can fight against Surtrock.

After listening to Silkcock's words, Skefnug nodded slowly: "You are right, maybe he does have such an idea.

What a great battle that would be. Even I am excited about it.”

There was a look of desire in Skfenug's eyes, not a desire to fight, but a desire to witness, to witness his friend fighting with all his might, to witness his friend's brilliant end like fireworks.

Surtróch's world is very big, so big that not even a Teyvat can accommodate him, but his world is also very small, so small that it can only accommodate him, and the only thing he pursues is fighting.

Saphir wanted to agree and say that she was also looking forward to watching, but before she opened her mouth, Skfenug was suddenly startled, then he violently spat out a mouthful of blood, and then he fell to his knees weakly on the ground.

Saphir frowned at Skefnug, and his original words of agreement changed to: "Your body has reached its limit."

"Different forces are running rampant in my body. Although the Undead Curse can crush them together, the pain will not disappear." Skfenug's breath was weak, and there was still blood at the corners of his mouth.

Saphir understood this very well; "After all, the Archbishop of Death is not the god who controls life. She is only responsible for depriving and granting death, and does not consider the feelings of the living. This kind of pain... will drive people crazy."

Skfenug felt that every cell in his body was in pain, so much so that he couldn't help twitching and cold sweat kept flowing down his face.

He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the pain: “Soon, my sanity will be worn away again... It’s a pity that I can’t witness that battle.

"Sikeke..." He turned to look at his old friend, "Can you please complete what Surtloch didn't do and give me a way out?"

Silkock frowned slightly, but still nodded: "Okay, but death is not the only way to get rid of it. Your sins do not deserve death, I can try another way. I will shatter your consciousness along with all the powers you have absorbed.

The impurities dissipate, and your body and mind reunite under the influence of a non-curse. Then you can return to your former pure self, no longer tormented by uncontrolled forces.

It takes a long time and is very painful, it all depends on your choice.”

In Silk's opinion, Skefnug, who is so expectant, may be able to accept this approach.

Saphir stood aside without saying a word. She knew that there was another disadvantage to Sikirk's doing this, that is, without the protection of power, the resistance to wear and tear would inevitably decrease. By then, even if Skfenug did not go crazy, his body would turn into a hideous and dark appearance due to wear and tear.

It is still unknown when the battle will take place, and Skfenug may not be able to survive until that day.

But she didn't intend to explain all this, because hope is a poison with the fragrance of fatal temptation. Those who drink it will burst out with unparalleled potential and do things that are almost impossible according to common sense.

Skefnugu needed this dose of the poison called hope to support his beliefs until he witnessed the end of Surt'loch.

As expected by Saphir and Sikirk, Skefnug nodded without hesitation and said, "This is not bad. Maybe when I wake up, I can still witness the battle between you and Surtloch.

I want to believe that one day you will be able to compete with him. Of course, it will be a difficult and thorny road. "

After saying this, he raised his head and looked at the dim sky. Broken stone beads floated in the air, forming a strange and spectacular spectacle: "My night is over, but your long journey continues." Fortunately, you don't seem to be alone.

He did not say the last sentence, because he thought this was the biggest difference between Silkok and Surtlodge. Surtlodge was a lone wolf who did what he wanted, but Silkok had friends, partners, and people he could trust.

It feels very reliable.

"I will climb that mountain, no matter how difficult the road is." Silk is very sure that she can defeat her master. Even if she can't do it, it doesn't matter. Isn't there someone to back her up? She has nothing to fear.

Thinking of this, Silkcock felt a lot more relaxed: "Skfenug, you will be the witness at the end of everything."

The corners of Skfenug's mouth curled up slightly. Although the remaining bloodstains made his face look a little hideous, and the severe pain made it impossible for him to laugh, he was still laughing.

He laughed at the injustice of the world, laughed at his own ignorance, and also laughed at what he would witness in the future, the final farewell of the most dazzling star in the world.

The temperature dropped little by little, and soon, the water vapor in the air began to condense, fell to the ground and turned into a thin frost. Silk raised his hand slightly, and several icicles emerged, trembling slightly with a biting chill.

Si Ke Ke did not take action directly, but asked: "Is there anything else you want to say?"

Skfenug shook his head, closed his eyes and did not answer. At least now, he had no regrets.

Sikirk lowered his eyes slightly, and the icicle instantly pierced through Skfenug's head, completely "killing" him in just an instant.

The Kanreya people are cursed with immortality, so they cannot be killed. No matter how many times they are killed, they will always be resurrected, like evil spirits crawling out of hell, which is... annoying.

But no matter how difficult the curse of undeadness is, once the head is gone, the body will naturally enter a state of death and lose its feeling.

Silkcock seeks to kill Skefnug as quickly as possible to alleviate his pain as he faces death.

At the moment of Skfenug's death, all the remaining icicles shot out, freezing his body, and then shattered it into powder, completely turning into nothingness.

But Skfenug was only destroyed on the physical level. His soul still exists, so he will still be resurrected. However, because his body was completely annihilated, his resurrection will be very slow and will consume a huge amount of energy.

At the same time, the power that can be retained after resurrection will be infinitely weakened. According to this situation, when Skfenug is resurrected, the power he has swallowed will completely disappear, which is what Si Keke said, returning to purity.

"It's over." Si Ke Ke breathed a sigh of relief. Even for her, it was not so easy to completely crush a person's body. It was still quite exhausting.

Saphir looked at the place where Skfenug died with an inexplicable expression.

There was a vague black mist lingering there, invisible to the naked eye, but she could see that it was a cursed soul.

The resurrection process was extremely painful, and coupled with the torture of wear and tear, this undoubtedly intensified Skefnug's pain. Saphir frowned slightly, and she considered whether to help the other party as a good deed.

Seeing her hesitation, Silk said simply, "Just do it if you want to. Don't hesitate."

"You're starting to lecture me." Safier chuckled and made a decision in his heart.

Skfenug's soul, which turned into black mist, is currently unconscious. The black mist represents the curse of undeadness, and hidden under the black mist is a red pattern, which is wear and tear.

Saphir stroked his chin and tapped his right hand. A faint holy light emerged and slowly approached Skfenug's soul.

The black fog began to dissipate the moment it came into contact with the holy light. Noticing this, Saphir immediately pulled back.

She retreated quickly, so the black mist was not consumed much, but it undoubtedly became slightly thinner.

Saphir narrowed her eyes slightly. She seemed to know how to deal with the curse of undeadness. It was unexpectedly simple for her.

However, Skfenug could not die for the time being, so she would not be presumptuous and help him lift the curse. So she ignored the black fog and focused on the red lines again.

"Wear and tear...another punishment from heaven." Saphir murmured to himself. The people of Teyvat were basically helpless against this red line. The only way to fight against it was to enter the realm of time asymmetry and make the scale of the world chaotic. In this way, the wear and tear would not be further aggravated.

Ying's Pure Land of One Mind is such a place.

Or, if one's own strength is strong enough, one can also withstand it, for example, Zhongli has been able to withstand it for so long and nothing happened.

The final method is what the Red King did to Saphir, increasing the wear and tear to the limit before Saphir collapses, and betting on his unyielding spirit.

It turns out that Safire survived and was no longer affected by the wear and tear, but this method doesn't work for others because most people are not that strong.

As Saphir's mind moved slightly, the pitch-black Netherworld Chain appeared. Perhaps it sensed something, the Netherworld Chain began to tremble unconsciously, and the same red lines appeared on the chain, like a shark that smelled blood and was ready to move.

Si Ke Ke stared at Saphir's Netherworld Chain. This was the first time she was able to observe it carefully up close. Previously, she was pierced through by this thing instantly and then lost consciousness. She had no time to observe it carefully.

Only now did she realize that the red lines on the chain were highly similar to those on Skfenug's spirit, which surprised her.

"You guessed it right, this is my wear and tear." Safir didn't intend to hide it and told him directly.

Silk took a breath of cold air. She looked at the endless chain. The complicated patterns on it were very conspicuous. Could this guy Saphir have so much wear and tear? It's true... You can't judge a person by his appearance.

Saphir had no intention of exploring other people's thoughts. He waved his hand and the Netherworld Chain shot out, directly piercing through Skfenug's spirit body and absorbing all the red lines on his spirit body.

"Done!" Safire announced, clapping his hands.