Throne of Magical Arcana

The spear transformed by Primus was blocked by "Pale Justice", and he felt the power equivalent to the legendary realm for the demon king, so he stepped back instantly, revealing his body full of abscesses, squinting his eyes to see Looking at Natasha, who seemed to be shaking even standing, she spit out word by word: "Is there a mutation in your bloodline? The more serious the injury, the stronger the strength?"

Natasha didn't speak any more, she held her long sword tightly and stood in front of Lucien. It seemed that this mutated bloodline ability was also suppressed by the toxin of Primus, making her regenerated power continue to grow rapidly The ground is passing, so it can't attack, so it can only try to defend first.

Moreover, the toxin-infected wound on her abdomen was difficult to heal, and the massive blood loss also caused her weakness.

Primous's voice was high-pitched, appearing very nervous, full of tyrannical emotions: "The spell is triggered, the magic item responds to the defense, and the bloodline ability mutates. Can't you two just let me kill you? It's disgusting, too Disgusting, what's the use of your resistance? Wouldn't you be killed by me? Wouldn't it be good for everyone to save some time?"

Lucien is like a person who doesn't know how to drink after drinking three bottles of Les wine. His brain is dull and slow, and he seems powerless to think of a solution, let alone cast magic. He can only vaguely feel the power of the curse through his blood. , from the lungs, from the stomach to the neck, and then spread to the brain through the neck, and the power of the curse seems to have begun to affect the body functions, except for the left hand, the rest of the body gradually developed symptoms of weakness.

"No, you must find a way to get rid of this 'drunk' situation, otherwise you will die."

"You must never give up on saving yourself and wait for rescue. In that case, 99.99% of them will die before the arrival of reinforcements."

"Natasha is dangerous!"

A chaotic idea emerged in Lucien's mind, and he waved it weakly, trying to grasp the inspiration to get out of the predicament.

At some point, Primous had two dagger-sized stabbing swords in his hands. They were covered with a layer of dark green rotting liquid, which dripped onto the ground from time to time, turning an area black and corrupt.

"It's all because of your lack of cooperation, and you will be punished!" Primous said furiously, and then started a stormy attack at a speed that Lucien couldn't catch, and the surrounding area was gradually stained with wriggling black, distorted. The dark green and the disgusting light yellow make everyone who enters this area be suppressed by curses, poisons and diseases.

This is the semi-illusory domain of will only available to ninth-level golden knights.

Concerned about the "pale justice" in Natasha's hands, Primmas did not attack head-on, but relied on the suppression of speed and willpower, constantly looking for gaps in Natasha's swordsmanship, and then pierced the two stabbing swords. a wound.

Although Natasha has the mutated bloodline ability that becomes stronger the more injured she is, but her own strength is far inferior to that of Primous, and she is infested by the "kiss of powerlessness". It is not bad to be able to play one-third of her own level Therefore, he couldn't keep up with Pririmas' speed at all, so he could only brandish his long sword for passive defense.

The first ten seconds were fine. Natasha barely blocked the attack of the "Venom Demon" by relying on her impenetrable defense and "pale justice" to suppress the demon's bloodline and evil domain, but as time went by, The effect of the "powerless kiss" became more and more obvious. Her strength gradually weakened, and there were many loopholes in the sword screen. Primus seized the opportunity, cut off the hunting suit, tore the skin, rotted the muscles, and appeared on her body. One shocking wound after another.

Relying on the stimulation from the wound, Natasha regained a little strength, but her breathing became heavier and heavier, like a very tight bow that would be broken at some point.

Suddenly, Primmas dodged "Pale Justice", and bullied Natasha in a strange posture with his back facing her. He slammed his right elbow back and hit her in the middle of her chest.

Papapapa, the sound of ribs being broken, and bright red blood gushed out of Natasha's mouth. The person flew backwards and hit the wall next to Lucien.

With a bang, broken marks appeared on the wall of the secret room covered by the magic array.

Primous was worried about being hit by the "legendary long sword" that obviously restrained the blood of the devil, so he didn't let the opponent run to death with one successful move as in the past, but to protect himself from being wiped out by "pale justice" If it wasn't for this, Natasha would have died in his hands.

"You can't stand up now, right?" Primous said excitedly and bloodthirstyly, and then roared nervously, "What are you still standing up for? Lay down obediently and let me kill you!"

Lucien watched Natasha beside him struggling to stand up. Drops of blood mixed with sweat dripped on the ground, and her body was covered with rotten scars. However, she still unswervingly raised her long sword and made a gesture of protection. The posture suddenly made my heart sore.

"Unless I die, you can't cross me half a step."

Under the serious injury, Natasha's voice was not so weak, but her weak condition did not change fundamentally.

At this time, Lucien hated his own powerlessness very much. Without being able to use his mental power, he could only be regarded as half a great knight, and he could not enter high-level battles at all.

"Must get out of this predicament!"

"Mental power must be restored!"

"If you want to recover your mental power, you must first remove the curse."

"How to remove the curse?"

Lucien's head was congested with blood, and he was thinking slowly, feeling the power of the curse pouring into his mind continuously through his neck.

"I declare that the person I hate the most has changed from a magician to you! This kind of mutated bloodline that gets stronger and stronger with more injuries is disgusting!" Primous was furious, but this did not affect his strength in the slightest. On the contrary, it is even more bloodthirsty and crazy.

The angry spirit and chaotic bloodline characteristics did not make Primous lose his basic knight judgment. He still relied on speed and agility to attack like a storm just now, bullying Natasha to protect Lucien, bullying her Weakness in strength and inconvenient movement.

The silver-purple blood dripped to the ground, and Lucien seemed to hear the countdown of Natasha's life, and a feeling of despair and self-hatred emerged spontaneously.

But for Lucien, such despair is not accompanied by giving up, but reflexive unyielding, and the spirit of never giving up has been integrated into his soul from the moment "Symphony of Destiny" was played.

Emotions such as irritability, anxiety, despair, and self-disgust disappeared one after another. Even though Lucien's brain was still in a "drunk" state, numb and dull, he recovered a little thinking ability because there was no interference from negative emotions.

"The power of the curse seems to affect the body and soul by affecting the brain..."

"It is fused with the blood of the body, has a steady stream of follow-up power, and then uses the neck as a bridge to enter the brain... Sooner or later, my mental power will be completely crushed, and I will enter the 'drunk dream'... This may be Primous The longer the said delay, the better the effect..."

After analyzing the influence process of the power of the curse with difficulty, Lucien couldn't find a solution to it, because removing the curse requires magic means, and now he is suppressed by the curse, making it difficult to cast magic, thus falling into an endless loop.

"Is there any other way?" Lucien examined his body and found that only his left hand still had strength left.

"Left hand?"

"It is not affected by the power of the curse!"

Lucien's deep pupils suddenly dilated!

At this time, with a bang, Primus hit Natasha against the wall again, but the sound insulation of the secret room and the magic circle defense made the nobles outside not aware of it.

Sliding from the wall, Natasha supported the ground with her left hand, trying to stand up, but her wrist suddenly went limp, and she fell down again with a snap, exuding a powerless sadness.

But Natasha didn't give up, she was still trying, even though Primus had already walked over, she didn't stop her persistence, she would die anyway, so she had to try again before she really closed her eyes!

"Wow, get up, you got up, I want to see if you can get up again!" Primous shouted happily like a lunatic, full of mockery at Natasha's helpless struggle.

Then he turned his head to look at Lucien, pressed his left hand on his chest, and bowed slightly: "The two of you will go to hell!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up two rapiers and stabbed them in the heads of Lucien and Natasha respectively.

Lucien unsteadily raised his left hand, but the rapier was already in front of him, and everything seemed to be coming to an end.

At this time, with a bang, Natasha appeared in front of Lucien again. The wounds on her body were so hideous, and her feet were so flimsy, but it seemed that there was a spiritual force that made her stand up, using "Pale Justice" blocked Primus' two stabbing swords.

Natasha's long purple hair has been loosened and spread behind her like waves, covering her blood-stained face, making her eyes hard to see.

Such a scene left a deep impression on Lucien, but he didn't have time to think about it, so he exerted force with his left hand.

Primous shouted furiously: "You can still stand up!"

"Don't break into pieces, don't fall!" Natasha seemed to be shouting with her soul, but her power loss was too serious, and even the mutated blood couldn't make up for it, and "Pale Justice" showed a tendency to sag.

At this moment, Primous' eyes widened, and he saw Lucien behind Natasha, with five fingers of his left hand stretched out, he ruthlessly inserted into his own neck, and blood spurted out, splashing on Natasha's back.

"Is he going to kill himself?"

The pain, the unimaginable severe neuropathic pain made Lucien almost roll in pain, but fortunately, he had no strength in his whole body.

Resisting the pain and not pursuing precision, Lucien exerted force on the five fingers of his left hand, moving as if he was about to twist something. The curse force that surged into his brain disappeared as soon as it touched Silver Moon and the mysterious existence of the Necromancer Realm. trace.

The "Powerless Kiss" itself is at the ninth level, but the toxin has been neutralized, and the remaining curse power is naturally difficult to exist in front of the "God's Left Hand"!

Streams of black air rushed out of Lucien's neck like snakes and dissipated in the air.

The central nervous system was broken, Lucien couldn't feel the parts below the head at all, but for a magician, as long as the head and soul are still there, then everything is still there!

The mental power surged wildly like a hurricane on the sea, and the power of the curse without backup retreated steadily, and was suppressed to a corner, close to collapse.

"He has a problem with his left hand!"

Seeing the black air disappearing, Primous became vigilant, he didn't care to kill Natasha first, trying to bypass her troublesome magician.

However, he didn't care too much about it. A magician with only six or seven rings might not be able to break through his semi-illusory domain of will!

But at this moment, he saw Lucien pull out his left hand, and heard a rugged and inhuman voice:

"Soul imprisonment!"

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