adventurer killer

"Evil and evil must be defeated" was the last confession of the pair of lovers.

Her blood flowed outwards and entered the decayed and ancient patterns on the floor of the corridor, forming the color of a blood sacrifice.

The breastplate of the proud paladin was shattered, and the long rune sword that Gao Jin picked up and used was still in his eyes full of blood and tears.

As a warrior of the Holy Light, he shouldn't be so fragile, but he just couldn't bear the tragic death of the people under him.

He had secretly vowed to take care of her and love her forever.

Even a wild thorn is not for her to touch, and a rose with thorns must be plucked for her.

His growth is always ahead of her, and she is only responsible for laughing.

"Jasmine..."

He wailed in the lonely world of the helmet, his other good eye cast aside.

His Holy Pestle of Light still exudes the holy radiance of compassion for the world, lying quietly on the floor, never caring about the continuation or disappearance of life.

Paladin Libo wanted to get closer to the core part that stores light, and prayed to the gods who blessed this weapon that his beloved would be resurrected from the dead.

"Why? Why wasn't it me? Why wasn't I killed?!"

The paladin reached out his hand, which had been ripped apart by the metal impact, and took hold of the cold handle of the pestle.

But at this moment, the metal lead cloud that slowly dissipated dragged backwards, and a skeleton soldier with slightly open jaws released smoke and dust.

The crab-like arm was behind his back, and he walked into the desolate vision of the paladin at a gentle pace.

It lifted its toe bones, and slowly stepped onto the big pestle that the paladin had not had time to lift.

A downward gravity, pressing the back of his hand to the ground.

The fragments of the hand armor mixed with fuzzy flesh and blood were pushed back and forth by the pestle regardless of whether it was the enemy or the enemy, causing the Chosen of the Holy Light, who had been trained for many years of adventure, to curse at the sky.

"Go away! You trash!"

"Holy light! Give me strength! Why is the merciful and noble Lord! Do not answer the prayers of your believers!"

The heart of faith was shaken violently, and there seemed to be some kind of response from the big pestle, and its most majestic form of the holy light was about to be revealed in the world.

The paladin stubbornly stared at the big pestle whose light became more and more dazzling, and the ultimate solution to the problem came.

Once the elect of the Holy Light cannot deal with the huge problems he faces alone, the absolute power from heaven will give his elect the most noble choice.

"My choice is here. I, Paladin Libo, an unknown person, I have lost my lover."

He spoke intermittently, his whole consciousness sank into the quagmire of belief.

"I am favored by my lord, favored by the Holy Light, and fortunately called by my lord! I am willing to give everything, to be my lord's sharp sword, to destroy evil spirits! I will die!" The roar was hoarse.

Gao Jin squinted at the holy light weapon that was constantly emitting light under his feet. He did not hesitate at all, and when the temperature suddenly rose to the limit, he snatched the weapon from the paladin.

While Libo scolded loudly, he carefully looked at the place where the big pestle stored the core of the holy light. Before, Gao Jin had always been curious about what the so-called holy light was.

"Look, this thing generates heat and has a natural deterrent effect on undead, and then it is regarded as a miracle by many believers, actually? I think..."

Gao Jin couldn't accurately estimate, when did his mind become so fearless?When the paladin was determined to blew himself up with holy light, he was still in the mood to study his weapons.

"Because, this is indeed an object worth discussing." Looking through the white crystal carapace of the pestle head, a golden irregular meteorite is constantly absorbing dust.

"Idiot! Haha! Suicide! You dirty! Ugly demon spirits! You will never understand the power of our Lord! Goodbye! This ridiculous world!"

The paladin discovered that the skeleton soldier was actually studying the holy light weapon, and it looked so devoted, which made Libo, who was determined to dedicate himself, feel very funny.

"At first, I thought you were some kind of unusual thing! You are also an idiot! Enough is enough! Hurry up and explode! Holy Pestle of Light!"

The paladin laughed wildly and pointed to his weapon: "Ah, how bright is the core of the holy light. My world is right there. Jasmine, wait for me."

He gently read the name of the corpse under his birth, as if all the sins were washed away by this small meteorite that swelled to the limit.

In the swaying circle of light, he heard her voice, saw her face again, her blood and flesh recombined, became graceful again, and smiled at him.

However, the fantasy of this reunion is like a flash in the pan, all kinds of halos, the most brilliant moment of the Holy Light, are annihilated in the blink of an eye after a slight "bang".

Libo widened his eyes longing for salvation, and he pulled out the long rune sword desperately.

Even where the sword is sharp, there are still his eyeballs eager to look up at the light.

Even that heavy armor could not stop his determination to defend his faith.

Because, what he thought was the ugliest and dirtiest deformity in the world was trying to tear his faith apart.

His trust in the Light runs through his veins, and his affection for his Lord is as hot as a dwarf's forge.

Hateful bone bastard!Actually smashed the head of the Holy Pestle of Light!

At this moment, the interval from the tranquility before voluntary dedication of life to the frenzied leap has never been short and swift.

That skeleton soldier with strange arm bones actually smashed the crystal window storing the core of the holy light with his bare hands, how could it be so fragile there!

The skeleton soldier seemed to disdain the paladin holding a long sword. He still kept his face close to the pestle, as if he were a researcher with no distractions.

The warm care of the holy light reaches its peak when it bursts out with the purest power.

Its dryness, purity, lack of desire, forgiveness and salvation have comforted the emotional world of all souls indescribably.

Among them, there is also a skeleton soldier who is at a loss. His soul world is by no means dry like a sandy ravine like those of the same kind in the underground palace.

When his fingers were pressed against the crystal window, the core of the holy light that was only a line away from him seemed to have found another apostle on which to place his creed.

The crystal window dissolved into a layer of paper, and then Gao Jin inserted his hand into it, completing the most absurd and incredible scene in this dark field.

The diamond-shaped crystal that was constantly hovering to absorb the light-absorbing particles was held by him nakedly, and the golden light waves seemed to meet its wonderful bosom friend.

In other words, it has encountered a dark force that it will never be able to illuminate.

Under the gentle grip of the hand bones, the diamond-shaped crystal was suddenly dented and turned into a pile of fine sand.

In front of the paladin, the skeleton soldier let go of the dust in his hand bones.

The wind in the cold night of the underground palace was particularly icy, and it grabbed the paladin in an instant.

In his hand, he didn't know what era and weapon was used by what method. The cold light was still turbulent. He firmly believed that this rune long sword was enough to cut the slender neck of a skeleton soldier.

But the drooping jaws of the skeleton soldier and the way he scattered the remains of the holy light made him taste a pain that was worse than death, which was the extreme pain of shattered faith.

Libo still remembered the entry-level education he had received when he chose to take the path of paladin.

At that time, the senior priest of the monastery once held this hard crystal.

He personally baptized Libo, taught Libo the courses common to paladins and discipline priests, and when he graduated with high marks, he used the spar to put him in the pestle.

"This is your heart." With the appearance of a senior priest, he was immersed in Libo's fantasy world, talking to the students through the air. "All you have to do is trust your heart."

"You have to believe that the Lord rests here, and he will share a little glory with you, and you will have infinite power. When you walk into a deserted path and your heart feels like a deer, be careful to touch it."

Li Bo murmured along with the vague old monk: "You have to believe that the Lord is omniscient and omnipotent, one is all, he punishes sin, and sin must be accepted..."

Gao Jin threw away the holy light grit. Apart from feeling a little gritty, he found that he had not learned a certain power of holy light like most traversers.

It's a little exciting to think about letting a skeleton soldier gain the power of the Holy Light.

However, just relying on this natural characteristic of not fearing the holy light, he is enough to destroy a paladin.

Even his honed passive talent of overcoming fear was a bit overwhelming when the paladin drew his rune sword and slashed at him.

But look now, that paladin.

It was no longer possible to see a trace of life from behind the eyehole of his helmet, and he held the long sword upright as if he was dead.

Then, the paladin let out a maniacal laugh.

His consciousness was completely confused. The spiritual treasure he had cared for all his life was actually crushed to the point of crush by a deformed skeleton soldier, just like his lover who was crushed to death by himself.

Libo moved a bit dullly, and he looked back at the magician's body. She must have been in great pain when she died.

Tears of blood flowed from the corners of her eyes that she once raised playfully. The Jordan staff and the magnetic magic stone, which symbolized a marriage contract, still exuded a metallic matte.

She doesn't use much magic, and doesn't have many opportunities to use it.

"Perhaps, she shouldn't have lived such a life." The paladin read.

Gao Jin looked at the sharp edge pointing at his neck, and found that it had no intention of moving forward, then the sharp edge turned sharply and pierced again from the paladin's eyes.

This time, I don't know whether it was due to hatred or relief, the sharp edge pierced through the [Violet Resentment Helmet].

The tall and tough body of the paladin fell heavily.

He pierced his own head, probably just because he has fallen to the position close to the lowest limit. People living in this position do not have any bright future to speak of.

Out of self-saving, he can only choose to save his defeated fate in this way.

Gao Jin witnessed the whole process of his heavy fall, and found that he grabbed the girl's hand before dying.

"It's greater than the Light, isn't it?"

Gao Jin opened his bony and fleshless palm, and saw a little blue-gray powder inside, still evaporating wisps of fine mist.

[Passive Talent: Immunity to Holy Light.

Talent analysis: Holy light makes undead creatures fear, except you.For some unknown reason, you are immune to the Light.You punish the Holy Light, and the Holy Light accepts it. ]