Dust of History Chapter 54: What a head, who will cut it

Asa threw the knife back and screamed, and instinctively covered his head with all his strength. It was as if two knives and three hammers were stabbing and beating randomly. He had to rely on both hands to ensure that his head would not explode at once. open.

Bishop Eschael opened his mouth at the same time, and a big mouthful of blood spewed out.

This mouthful of blood is so urgent that it should hardly be described as a mouthful, but a bowl, beer mug, or basin. This is not at all like an old man coughing up blood after being stabbed, but rather like a big belly man who just drank his blood and then was hit **** the stomach and vomited out. Immediately, the beard and the white bishop's uniform were all bright red, but his face was already snow-white.

The lung lobe has been pierced by a single knife, and mental magic is not suitable for attacking below. He insisted on transforming the magical power that controls the mind into an impact. The bottom is extremely deep, and mental magic is what he is good at, but the backlash of this magic can already kill him.

But that's not why he sprayed such a big mouthful of blood. More than half of the blood was forcefully forced out of his body by himself.

Bright mages at his level can almost be completely distinguished from ordinary mages. Even though their bodies are still weak, if you want to talk about the tenacity of vitality and resistance to damage, even a strong warrior It is not necessarily comparable to them. As long as the damage is not immediately fatal and cannot be recovered, it can be suppressed with the vast white magic in the body, and then slowly healed.

Although the blood-sucking effect of the necromantic magic attached to this knife is enough to deal with the strongest Behemoth Behemoth. But for a top white mage who is very familiar with necromancer magic, it is nothing, at least not immediately fatal. As long as all the white magic is used to suppress the undead and dark breath, as long as a priest helps him, he can even draw the knife out by himself.

It's a pity that the current situation makes it impossible for him to ask someone to treat him slowly. Only a little slower than Asa, another slender figure also rushed into the room behind him. Although the sword light brought by this figure is not as magnificent and powerful as Asa's sword light before, it is silent, sharp and vicious, like a needle hidden in the intruding wind and rain. Moreover, it is an absolutely fatal needle, and the blue light on it is the fatal label.

Eschael's big mouthful of blood was spurted from the rushing figure to the ground, and after the blood left his mouth, it became a large cloud of blood mist and blood rain, completely sealing a large area in front of this person's ground up.

This person is naturally Jessica who has been lurking outside with Asa. In fact, she got a hint from Asa to make a move, and she should get up and break in through the window together with Asa. If this step could indeed be achieved, even if the cardinal had another protective light shield, he would have died long ago.

But it was beyond Asa's expectation. The murderous aura and aura gushing out from the moment he broke the window not only shattered the window, but also blocked Jessica, who was supposed to break in at the same time, and gave way subconsciously, which led to The deviation of the two shots.

If you want to fight next, Eschael is definitely a terrible enemy, so Asa burst out all his murderous aura and strength in one go. As motionless as a mountain, as silent as a forest. Once you make a shot, you must go all out for a one-hit kill. This is the secret of assassination. But he forgot that the scary thing about this opponent is only his magic, but in terms of body, he is just an old man in his dying years, and he only needs the word 'quick' to make a move. The earth-shattering murderous aura and power of splitting mountains and rocks had the opposite effect.

Jessica, who was a little slower, came up to Eschael's mouthful of blood. But instead of the slightest hesitation and slowing down, she rushed even faster. She knew that this was an excellent time, and it might be the only time. Although the temple knights and guards left, it was impossible for them to be far away. The sound of broken windows and screams just now. So her attack on Lily didn't slow down at all, and it was faster and more ruthless. Even if there is a deadly magical curse in this cloud of blood, she will send the short sword in her hand to the cardinal's throat.

The body rushed through the blood mist without hindrance, and Jessica was also a little surprised for a short time. But what followed immediately was the hoarse roar of the cardinal with incomparable pain: "Sure."

Jessica's figure, which was rushing forward like a sharp arrow, froze suddenly, and then fell down like a puppet.

Eschael's feet went limp, and he almost fell to the ground. Even if his body is already very good compared to an old man of the same age, and it is well maintained, it is unbearable to suddenly spurt out a quarter of the blood in his body. But that's the only way, the only way is to use the force of the blood rushing out to temporarily ease the knife's suction of blood and essence. Only then did he have a way to mobilize part of his mana to cast this spell.

Although the cardinal almost risked his life in order to use this magic that he usually used with ease, but now he is pale and has a relieved look on his face. Talis and the guards could definitely hear the anomaly here, no matter where they were in the church. It will definitely not take half a minute to rush over.

It's just these tens of seconds, which he has fought for with his life. This method of relying on instant blood loss to resist this deadly blood-sucking weapon is not found in any allusions of magicians to cast spells, but he relies on his own profound understanding of white magic and necromancy magic, as well as the instant decision of life and death. And the method that comes up with judgment.

Although the failure of this assassination was due to the assassin's own slight mistakes, it has to be admitted that the biggest reason is the strength of the cardinal himself.

At this time, Asa was already rolling on the ground and screaming. While tumbling and screaming, white magic rays of light continued to light up in his hand, which was the light of the purification technique of white magic. Although he couldn't practice Gao You's other departments of magic because of the meditation technique. But the most basic white magics of purification and healing are no less than the priests of the church in his hands. It's just that the white magic that was like pouring ice into fire for other curses and magic effects has no effect on the severe pain that has spread to the whole body.

Eschael was extremely surprised that this person could still use magic. Unpreparedly hit by his full-strength mental attack at such a short distance, even Lancelot would never be able to protect his sobriety.

But even though this kid can use magic, Eschael still didn't panic at all. This mental shock is almost the essence of all his mental magic, and the way the mental magic works is completely different from other systems of magic. The dispelling of white magic is almost ineffective. Not to mention this kid's half-baked white magic, even if His Majesty the Pope came in person, it would not be so easy to undo it.

The most important thing is that although all these magical powers have been sent into Asa's body, they are still subtly connected with the cardinal's own consciousness. Eschael recited the mantra, his eyes fixed on Asa who was rolling on the ground like a fish thrown on a branding iron.

Asa didn't know this, the only thing he knew was that he was crazy.

Everyone can feel pain. The nerves and sensations of itching, discomfort, and nausea are all working hard, and various hallucinations are constantly generated and catalyzed in the mind, and the hallucinations and pain guide each other and catalyze each other, almost occupying the entire consciousness. All thoughts and feelings are like a group of rats that have been drenched in boiling water and become crazy and confused in their consciousness. He felt that he almost used his stomach to breathe, his nose to listen, and his ears to see, and he was about to use his eyes to bite off his throat and eat it into his thumb, and then after being digested by the bones, he became a ball of meat and sprayed out from the top of his head...

But since he can still 'feel' that he is crazy. That means he's not crazy yet. The most central point of thinking can still be kept clear, and it is also trying to mobilize all possible forces in the body to dispel the magic in the brain.

When the fourth purification technique failed, he seemed to hear a strange murmur. The originally frantic consciousness immediately began to become more frantic. That piece of clarity was almost overwhelmed by crazy thoughts, and he could even predict that his first reaction after going crazy would be to bite off his hand, then turn around and grab Jessica Yabin, who was frozen on the ground, and that Crazy little girl strips, ravages, grabs and enters together. Shred, swallow...

In the sea of ​​his consciousness, he can almost see himself sinking into a blood-red madness quagmire, sinking... the ground above his head, the sky under his feet, all he can see and feel is that piece Flesh is upside down, blurred, bloody, bloody... Killing, violence, death, flesh, internal organs, **, flesh and blood, violent death, visceral killing...

Just when he was about to sink completely, he finally gathered all his strength and found a strong fulcrum, and he finally extended that little bit of clarity to his entire consciousness by virtue of the dark meditation technique. Although there was still no way to dispel the mental magic that was closely connected with the cardinal's consciousness, he was finally able to get rid of the illusion of consciousness and regain the feeling of his body.

Asa yelled suddenly, this time it was not just the hands but the whole body that shone, and the white light was no longer the crystal haze of magic, but another kind of radiance that was stronger and more powerful.

As his body trembled a few times amidst the shouting, Asa finally let go of his hands covering his head. He jumped up abruptly, raised his head and stared at Eschael, his eyes were bloodshot. Not only the eyes, but also the nose, the corners of the mouth, and even his ears were all bleeding red blood. If he hadn't been standing still, he would have just been hit by a stick in the back and bled to death.

A look of surprise appeared on Eschael's face. He felt that although the magic he had sent into the opponent's body had not been dispelled, it had been surrounded, and he could no longer gallop freely in his consciousness to do whatever he wanted.

Asa looks at the cardinal. This opponent was standing against the wall now, his face was as pale as a sheet of paper, his body was covered with blood, and his eyes were dull. Such a dying old man almost made him worse than a dog. He sprang to his feet, punching with all his might.

A touch. The sound of bones breaking apart in the muscles sounded like a handful of fried beans being crushed through a cloth bag.

Asa could feel the muscles and bones of his left arm mingled immediately under his punch. Compared with the huge pain, he was more surprised. Why did the punch that turned the cardinal's head into a lump of flesh land on his three arms? If he hadn't suppressed part of his fighting spirit in a blur, he might have let his left hand fly out with this punch.

The footsteps and shouts of Talis and the guards have been faintly reversible. Asa was startled and chilled.

If you want to escape, this is your last chance. But if you want to kill, this is also the last chance. Run or kill?

Eschael was still leaning against the wall, weak and dying. It seemed that as long as someone went up and poked his finger, the seriously injured old man could die. At this time, he made a strange posture. He stretched out his finger and pointed at Asa from afar.

He just pointed from a distance, and did nothing else. Although those gray eyes lost their spirit due to blood loss and injury, they were not in the slightest panic or fear, instead there was a light like a cat playing with a mouse.

Seeing the cardinal's gaze, an inexplicable murderous aura and anger burst out in his chest. He roared. One punch out...in. This punch hit his chest fiercely, and there were two crisp bones breaking sounds immediately. He flew upside down and knocked down Yabin who had been half kneeling there. The two rolled to the ground together.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. Asa looked at his fist in disbelief. What surprised him wasn't that his body didn't obey, but that this punch was indeed punched hard by the arm he commanded. Just when his murderous anger was directed at the cardinal and he clenched his fists to vent his murderous anger, at that moment the target in his consciousness suddenly became himself. Asa remembers clearly that when he swung that punch, he was really sure about his murderous intent and his goal, and there was even a feeling that he had made up his mind to hit this goal ten years ago. Fist finally got what he wanted.

"More than half of my mental magic power is still in your head. Do you think you want to completely suppress it with your little grudge? Even if it can't make you crazy, it's still possible to distort your attack consciousness Land." Eschael coughed twice, his face twitching. Even though the wound just now was covered with all his white magic power, it would not be fatal, but the pain caused by every slightest movement is still so piercing. But even so, he still stretched out his finger and pointed at Asa on the ground, even though this action might be the only action he could do with all his strength now. "Although I don't dare to use white magic anymore, it is still possible to manipulate the magic that has been used. As long as you are hostile, angry, and murderous, I can let you send the murderous intent to yourself."

There was the sound of chaotic footsteps on the stairs, and the guards had already arrived. The sound of the fastest approaching footsteps was the sound of the Templar Knight's steel boots kicking against the marble surface.

"Unexpectedly, the meditation of reality can allow you to use magic under the rush of my mind. It's a pity that it's useless for you to use magic now, and mental magic will not be dispelled." Although Eschael Still weak, but against the background of the blood stains, even if the dignified face was weak, it was so weak that it was dignified and solemn, and a bit hideous. "Don't worry. I won't hand you over to Magnus. I'll find a chance to bring you back to Dejagu. Someone will be very interested in dissecting you alive."

The sound of footsteps has reached this floor, and now he is the only one standing in the room, and he is undoubtedly the final winner. The cardinal smiled, and he withdrew his pointed finger. He was confident that Asa would no longer have the strength to stand up, not to mention that even if he made any attack, he could control him immediately.

Eschael looked at Yabin who fell to the ground in a half-kneeling posture. Although he was very embarrassed and had a knife stuck in his chest, he still won in the end. His expression and demeanor returned to that solemn look looking down on all living beings. "Almost forgot about this little ant. Let you hear things you shouldn't know, but don't worry, I won't let you have a chance to talk. I will tell Taliss that you came with them to assassinate me , the current situation can't help her not to believe..."

It was another earth-shattering thunder. Eschael's words stopped suddenly. The face that had just returned to its majesty and solemnity froze instantly and collapsed. But it was not because of the thunder, but the moment he withdrew his fingers, Asa on the ground also reached out and held Yabin next to him, and a burst of purification light flashed. Then Yabin, who had been lying on the ground like a stone sculpture, jumped up, the light in his eyes was even brighter, sharper, and angrier than this thunder.

The sound of Talis's pure steel boots was only a few dozen meters away from the door. For Eschael, it was already the difference between heaven and hell. The heart of the cardinal fell from the mountain of victory to the bottomless abyss the moment he saw Yabin stand up.

An old magician whose physical response is not so good. In such a windy and stormy environment with no other guards around, facing two assassins who have been lurking for a long time, they are even more extraordinary. It is almost a miracle that they were able to control the situation when they were almost killed by the heavy responsibility first. . Eschael is indeed a magician who can be compared with the Pope today. His decades of combat experience have provided an excellent foundation for his decisive response and combat awareness in the face of danger. Maybe some magicians can surpass him in magic power or spellcasting talent, but he is definitely the best in the mainland with this kind of fighting consciousness, so he is almost a victory.

But an almost victory is not really a victory. It is because this victory is indeed close at hand without a doubt. He was paralyzed and forgot the first principle in battle, that is, as long as the enemy is not dead. The battle is not over yet.

Looking at the young man who just jumped up from the ground, those soft and beautiful eyes are now full of beast light, Eschael's heart almost died ahead of time. He was willing to pay any price in exchange for his momentary numbness. He originally had the absolute ability to control Asa on the ground and prevent him from making any moves. But now it's too late.

He understands that this young man who has been lying on the ground and can only listen to the words of his own identity but can do nothing to do anything about it, the backlog of anger and killing intent towards him may be more irritating than a mental magic 'deranged' crazy. The most terrible thing is that he can't use any magic now anyway. All the mental magic power is in Asa's body, and all the white magic is used to suppress the blood-sucking fang knife on his body. If he forced to use a spell at this time, he could be sure that he would turn into a mummy without anyone doing it. And his physical injuries will never allow him to have any physical strength to dodge any more.

But in this case, you have to fight anyway. Eschael also believed in his own eyesight, he could see that this young man was a smart person, and the meaning of a smart person is knowing not to be influenced by one's own emotions, knowing how to distinguish between strengths and weaknesses~IndoMTL.com~So he opened his mouth immediately Said: "I will cure your sister, you can follow me..."

It is not necessary for the young man to agree to this, as long as there is a slight delay, even if it is just a few blinks of an eye. He had already heard Talis's footsteps just outside the door.

The solid wooden door shattered under the light of the sword, and the figure of the Temple Knight finally appeared in the eyes of the cardinal. The face that usually seemed a little dull and childish was so touching and kind now, but at this moment Eschael also felt a cool chill on his neck, and then he saw the whole world turned upside down.

He was not mistaken, this young man was indeed a smart man, and a smart man would never seek skin from a tiger. What's more, there is absolutely no tiger who is qualified to be compared with a necromancer hidden in the church.

Smart people also know that this is also the best and last time to kill him. I also know that if I really want to kill such a white mage, I must use the most thorough and safest way.

Talis rushed into the room just in time to see Yabin chop off the cardinal's head with a sword. The originally majestic, dignified, powerful head of Erathia fell to the ground with bloodstains, and the expression of unwillingness, anger, and despair on that face changed a bit, and they combined into a most suitable expression. It was only then that it completely froze and stiffened.