How does the black lotus redeem the male protagonist [Western Fantasy]

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Elsain didn't bring a sword. Compared with drawing a sword, for him, it is faster and more unexpected to condense the cold ice blade with his hand.

The praying man was a cardinal after all, and his subconscious self-healing was also very fast. In just a moment, the bloodstain on his neck healed.

But the suffocation that occurred in an instant still left an unforgettable shadow on the prayer.

He subconsciously touched the long wound with his hand, and felt that this was a sign of weakness, so he quickly retracted his blood-stained hand.

The praying man suddenly realized something, raised the kitten in the other hand, strangled its neck with his palm, and said bitterly: "It seems that you really don't want to save its life. Or do you really think that you Can you kill me? You think too much of yourself, and of me too."

Alseyne deftly avoided the magic barrier that was blown apart by his attack just now - this thing is available to almost every mage, just to prevent being killed if someone closes the distance.For the light elemental mage, no matter how fatal the wound can be, as long as it can be blocked by this barrier, the wound can be closed with extremely strong recovery ability, making the attacker's efforts useless.

Elsain failed with one blow, but he didn't show any unexpected expression. Instead, he raised his eyebrows and showed a happy expression.

His strange reaction made the praying man feel a little terrified, and his mood became more and more irritable.

He shook the chips in his hands, and Ernest couldn't help kicking his legs, and said sternly: "I'll let this little guy go to death now. It's a pity, a heartfelt pet can't end well."

"Heh." Elsain lowered his body slightly, and compared Bi Xin's arm-long ice skates obliquely.The ice blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, showing a contemptuous and stern look on his face.

"You're right." He turned his gaze to the prayer speaker, to the palm that was constantly tightening around the kitten's neck.

Elsain's voice became soft and soft, and he didn't know who he was talking about: "It's not a good dog."

As soon as the words fell, the long knife came down from top to bottom, cutting down at a speed that the prayer couldn't dodge at all, and slashed directly and accurately from the place where the praying man's arm and the bones of the torso meet. , as accurate and powerful as it has been done hundreds of times.

The spewing bright red spilled all over the ground, but the prayer did not seem to even receive the message from the pain-sensing nerves.It was too fast, even if it was blocked for a moment by the re-established barrier, it was too fast and too ruthless.

Although the praying person is very good at using magic, his body's reaction ability is not good at all.

He half-kneeled/body in disbelief, and grabbed with his left hand, but it was undoubtedly a hand of air.The empty sleeves made the praying man stunned for a long time.

And the bloody severed arm was being firmly held by Elsain, earnestly liberating the kitten from the palm that was gradually losing heat.

Ernest quickly jumped out of the pale palm and climbed onto Al Sein's shoulder.After breaking away from the suppression of the light element, he can finally use the dark element to repair his injured body.It really hurts.He couldn't help but quietly took a breath.

Elsain glanced at the blood-stained neck of the kitten and it gradually returned to normal. The hand holding the skate was tightened, and the veins on the knuckles of the long fingers were slightly protruding.

The praying man on the opposite side had once again condensed his right arm with extremely powerful recovery power, and he looked at Al Sein with extremely sinister eyes.This is where the prayer is difficult.While madly believing in the God of Light, their efficiency and speed in using light elements are far faster and stronger than ordinary mages.

For severe injuries like the severed hands and arms just now, most of the light elemental mages had to reach their limits after recovering, lying on the ground panting to message.But the praying man was still able to stand still, even preparing for crazy revenge.

But Elsain was not surprised at all, and was not afraid of the other party's terrifying expression, and even smiled provocatively.

"Second cut." Elsain's voice was soft.

"What?" The praying man froze for a moment.

"This is the second cut of the day." The corners of Alsain's mouth curled up slightly, sweet and seductive, as if he was talking about something delightful, "I haven't tried Ling Chi yet."

He showed a naive and excited expression, like a child going out for the first time in the spring: "It doesn't matter if you cut it crookedly."

"After all, you look solid."

……

Many mages nowadays have a mistake.

They think that no matter how far the physical fitness has been improved, it is just a matter of magic.In this case, there is no need to improve physical fitness.As long as they can simplify the process of casting spells as much as possible, then they can beat those guys with simple minds and well-developed limbs.

This prayer is certainly no exception.After he verified the correctness of this cognition in countless missions, he finally kicked the iron board——

If the prayer wants to attack Al Sein with a small range of magic, he will definitely be dodged every time. The opponent seems to have the ability to predict, and he can avoid the fatal attack every time.

But if the prayer wants to use a large-scale magic attack, it will definitely prolong the casting time.At this time, almost without exception, Elsain would give him a heavy blow, directly giving him a big gift package that hurt so much that he was unconscious.

Even if Prayer was lucky enough to use a large-scale magical attack, it would be meaningless. As long as Alsain avoided most of the attacks, he could easily resolve the rest.

After doing this, the speaker has clearly felt in a trance, and the anger that was originally burning in his heart has gradually turned into an uncontrollable fear.

Ernest understood his fear and believed that Viscount Winster must have a common language with him.Even in comparison, this prayer is even worse.

Ernest saw what it was like for Alsin to seriously "play" an annoying person.It's like a cat playing with a mouse and it makes people's scalp tingle.

However, compared to the last time he saw this scene, Ernest's mood was completely different.Last time he wanted to run, this time he just wanted to say that as long as he didn't look, nothing happened.

The scene was a bit bloody.

And the speaker has begun to suffer from a nervous breakdown.Although theoretically speaking, he can recover from his injuries almost infinitely, but this does not mean that he will not feel pain.

Even from another aspect, repeatedly absorbing energy and then healing is itself a painful process.

His sanity is like a two-finger-wide iron wire, every time his limbs are cut off lightly and lightly, a little bit is worn away, and a little bit is worn away again when he heals.After going back and forth, the two-finger-wide iron wire was finally worn down to the thickness of a silk thread, and it would break if it was pulled lightly.

Alsain looked at the tranced prayer, took off the gloves that had been completely soaked and changed colors, wiped off the blood splattered on his face, and then looked at the redness of his fingertips.

"Why did you come to me?" Elsain grabbed the Invoker by the hair, forcing him to look up at himself.The opponent had already dropped his hood during the back and forth fights, revealing an unrecognizable face. At this moment, the expression on that face was numb, as if he had lost his soul.

Alsain stared at the dazed face that seemed to have lost consciousness, raised the corners of his mouth, and his voice was as soft as coaxing a child: "Oh——want me to cheer you up?"

The praying person immediately shook subconsciously, his eyes gathered again, and his body leaned back, as if he wanted to distance himself from Al Sein.But he forgot the hair grabbed by Al Sein, so not only did he not escape, but he trembled with pain from his own movements.

"I'll ask again." Alsain stared at the prayer with those dark eyes, smiling, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "Why did you come to me?"

Ernest also listened intently, wanting to hear the voice of the prayer clearly so as to get clues to the answer to the question.

But the praying speaker who was in a trance suddenly had amazingly bright eyes, and even grinned: "Hahaha, hahaha. You ask me why I want to come?"

"Of course it's God's instruction." The speaker showed an exaggerated and crazy expression: "It's God! It's God who wants me to kill you! You damn heretics!"

"You?" Elsain quickly grasped the key words.

And the supplicant continued, as if the power had returned to his body: "My lord, I will end the lives of you little bugs!"

Elsain ignored his muttering over and over again, put away his smile, and looked coldly at his crazy face: "Who else is there besides me?"

"What is the reason for killing us?"

The praying man stared at Al Sein, remained silent for a long time, and only smiled idiotically, as if he had gone mad.

But in the next moment, a beam of light shot out from the prayer's hand, and the prayer shouted excitedly at the same time: "You can't hide like you did just now at such a short distance..."

His voice stopped abruptly.

Al Sein dodged the sudden, fiery beam at the cost of an arm.

Then he smiled, and pressed the newly condensed ice nails against the temple of the prayer, his voice was as sweet as freshly punched honey: "Tell me, if you knock the nails in here, can you still speak normally?"

The praying man's gaze was fixed on the ice nail exuding icy brilliance, and his throat rolled up and down uncontrollably.

The cold touch was getting closer and closer, slowly touching his warm skin, bringing a stinging chill.

"You can't kill me!" The praying speaker said loudly, "As long as God doesn't give up on me, you can't kill me at all!" As he spoke, his confidence gradually returned to him, and his strength returned.

That's right, he has the ability to heal infinitely, and the opponent can't kill him at all.As long as he won't be killed, why should he be afraid of the other party.

The prayer thought about it, and glanced inch by inch over Elsain's robe and the unclear face in the shadows, over Ernest's black body and tail, and showed a sinister smile: "As long as I don't die... After all, I want you to look good. At that time, I will make it impossible for you to survive or die."

"I'm going to break your spine inch by inch, and I'm going to make you lie on the ground and beg for mercy."

"I want you to live like dogs."

"No, you can't even compare to dogs, hahaha!"

The praying person was full of arrogance, as if he was saying loudly: no matter what, he will not die, as long as he cannot die, he will definitely have the opportunity to pay back today's failure bit by bit.

Ernest frowned deeply.Because the praying man was right, they really had no effective way to kill him, and the almost endless light elements determined that he could always hold his breath, which was the gift of the God of Light.

But at this moment, Elsain spoke, not as heavily as Ernest.On the contrary, his tone was cheerful, as if he had heard something great:

"Okay."

"It's fun to be alive—"

The wild laughter of the praying man stopped abruptly, like a duck being strangled by the throat.Al Sein's expression was reflected in his pupils.

It's true and unmistakable—

Pleasure.

The author says:

Everyone should be aware of Aisai's crazy criticism of this matter, if you can't accept it, don't read this chapter!

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