Chapter 129 Hunting

Style: Fantasy Author: Huixiang RongyuWords: 2018Update Time: 24/01/12 13:40:23
"You should retreat with them. I have my own way."

Agnes stopped in her tracks, casually pressed the gray plaid wide-brimmed hat on her head, and turned to look at the thin young man who stopped behind her.

"Mr. Chester asked me to be a team with you," Vincent frowned rarely and insisted to Agnes, "Then we should take care of each other when we leave."

"There are ways to take care of each other and act separately..." Agnes curled her lips and said to Vincent. When the young man was about to speak, she said directly: "And I have some personal things to do later, and I don't want to You get involved.”

"You are following Mr. Chester, and you should know that I have some secrets. These secrets are related to my background, and I don't want you to get involved for the time being." Agnes said in a helpless tone. Almost indifferent words.

"You are so direct." The extremely thin young man listened to Agnes' words and was silent for a moment, and finally said dryly.

Agnes stretched her hand in her pocket slightly and shook her head seriously.

"It's just that I think it's very necessary to speak directly and clearly in many cases." Agnes couldn't help but raise her hand that she just put down and press the hat on her head, with a serious look on her face. appearance.

"Then I wish you good luck," Vincent couldn't help laughing while listening to Agnes' words and watching her actions. He nodded to Agnes and said, "I will leave the Blue Mountains with the other members. Island, and then transfer across the Raging Sea to the Southern Continent.”

"If you will go to the Southern Continent in the future, you can go to Lansana in the Pas Valley to look for me." He looked at Agnes, stretched out his palm and tapped his chest lightly, and said with a slight smile: " If you go there and look for me, I will definitely know.”

"Okay," Agnes looked at Vincent's movements and nodded, "If you want to contact me, you can directly summon my messenger. Her summoning sentence is 'The spirit that travels in the upper world, never The resting follower of rhythm is the messenger of Ella Boethia alone.'"

Vincent nodded, indicating that he remembered this sentence.

"That went well." Agnes nodded.

Vincent waved his hand, some black hair sprouted, and then he jumped into the forest nimbly, disappearing almost instantly.

"Nightingale," Agnes retracted her gaze and called in a very low voice, "Where is Mr. Chester now?"

"He came back to Byam," Nightingale said with a hint of confusion in her voice, "and did nothing."

Agnes raised her eyebrows, and some thoughts flashed through her mind.

"It seems that Mr. Chester believes that the indulgent faction will definitely return to Bayam," Agnes said thoughtfully, and then couldn't help but smacked her lips because of her speculation, "It's okay to cause trouble in Bayam. It’s really…”

"Forget it, if they are really causing trouble in Bayam, His Excellency 'Sea King' of the Lord of Storms Church cannot ignore it," Agnes shook her head slightly, "The thing I need to consider most now... ..."

Agnes was thinking about how to kill a "living corpse" whose mind was unclear after sacrificing its sanity. She had a hunch that after completing this hunt, she would be able to complete the digestion of the "werewolf".

"Where did that 'living corpse' go?" Agnes asked in a low voice.

"He wandered into the forest after you retreated."

...

"The spirits in the 'Swamp of Oz' can last for three days without using the power within them or make three consecutive demigod-level curses, and then they will be exhausted by the dark power within them." A slightly rough voice said It sounded like sharp objects rubbing against the ice.

"Three demigod-level curses are enough," the gloomy voice said with a hint of satisfaction, "enough to ensure the completion of our mission."

"The sons of gods need to be nourished by the pure hatred of living beings, and as servants of gods, we naturally need to solve the problems for the sons of gods."

...

What preparations are needed to deal with a "living corpse"?

The most correct answer is of course to use some holy water, holy light, holy fire and the like with holy qualities to cause holy damage to this completely dark creature; or find a way to summon thunder and lightning to restrain the undead soaked in darkness, and then use Kill each other by other means.

And if neither method can be used, what method should be used?

Agnes sighed slightly. Things with sacred qualities would not only cause harm to the other party, but also have an impact on her. Due to her own dark characteristics, extraordinary items with sacred characteristics in her hands, even if they do not cause harm to herself, will be greatly attenuated when used. In her current situation, she can only function normally. Use "purification bullets" that do not rely on occult means.

And with the "living corpse" defense, even if the "purification bullet" increases his damage, it still needs to be concentrated in the same place multiple times.

Even if this "living corpse" is not very conscious now, it has suffered a lot of damage in the previous battle, and it will take a lot of effort for her to deal with it.

If she just makes the other party lose control, Agnes has some methods, but if she hopes to use the other party's characteristics to prepare potions, then she needs to let the other party die in a normal state. After all, she cannot bet that she can suppress the other party's desire alone. Whether the characteristics precipitated when an Extraordinary is out of control will not form a strange sealed object.

And if you don't choose a method that will make the other party lose control, then the methods used must be "normal".

Agnes looked at the girl in a blue and purple dress who appeared next to her, and said softly: "Can you sing the Requiem a few more times later? I don't want him to feel the pain."

Nightingale's singing can make pain disappear in people's hearts, and based on her previous experience, there is no problem for her singing to have an impact on "living corpses". The biological feeling of pain is an instinct to protect itself. Even if sometimes the biological body does not care about some injuries, the instinct from the body is innately responsive to these injuries.

Nightingale didn't ask anything, just nodded quietly.

Agnes curled her lips slightly, looked at the black figure slowly wandering in the forest, and smiled slowly.

The slowly blooming blood-colored flower in her hand shrank rapidly under the influence of spirituality, and finally completely turned into a seed. She said to Nightingale in a very low voice: "Then let's get started."