The infected seemed to have a premonition of something. Some kind of power connecting the curses mysteriously disappeared. Some of the infected's bodies aged rapidly, so the number of monsters active in the city suddenly decreased. It became more convenient and safer for Ethan and the others to move around. .
I don’t know how long I walked before I arrived at the scene of the fire. The originally gorgeous building turned into ruins and exuded a choking smell of smoke.
Ethan and Yulia did not dare to approach rashly. They just found a place and watched from a distance. There was a sound not far away. It should be that the infected were moving.
A spot of light suddenly lit up somewhere in the ruins, and the figure illuminated was not the same as a normal infected person.
"I have heard before that there are many mutated infected people in the city, and their abilities are much stronger than normal infected people." Ethan lowered his voice and said to Yulia, "Be careful and try not to be discovered by them."
"Okay, got it."
Yulia agreed softly.
They continued to look up at the ruins. The icy wind carried the fluttering clouds and blew away the ashes all over the sky. They saw the infected person rummaging for something in the ruins. From time to time, he picked up a lantern and looked at the charred and collapsed buildings. Stretch out.
Then, hearing a sigh in the wind, the mutated infected person straightened up and walked towards another ruins.
"Haven't you found it yet?"
"No, we captured him and tortured him for so long, but we still didn't find out the whereabouts of the witch's treasure."
Another infected person crawled over at some point, and his weird body was completely different from ordinary infected people.
"Damn it, who would have thought that a cat would ruin the plan."
The infected person said angrily.
"cat?"
Ethan looked confused and couldn't help but think of something, but before he could think too much, some black aura surged out of the infected person's body. The next second, it suddenly hugged his head and let out a harsh scream. scream.
Both Ethan and Yulia were startled by the sudden scream. Almost at the same moment, another infected person also let out the same scream.
The scene suddenly became chaotic. Two infected people were rolling on the ruins. There was a complex pattern that lit up on the monster's body. It only lit up briefly and quickly disappeared into the night.
The moment it lit up, it happened to be caught by the sharp-eyed Ethan.
"Alchemy array? No, no... that seems to be... the expression of a spell."
Ethan murmured to himself that before they became infected, they were all magicians, so it is not surprising that they can use curses.
It's just that it's not easy to be so "lucky" to achieve the conditions of the curse.
The infected person's face is ferocious, accompanied by these roars. If it can last for such a long time, it shows... that the power of this curse is not small.
Being able to establish and complete the spell in such a short period of time is probably something that even a high-level conjurer would find difficult to accomplish.
"Who is it! Who is it?"
The mutated infected roared loudly.
"Ahhh! It's her! It's her!"
The other one shouted the same, as if it had lost its mind, and even knocked over the lantern in its hand and threw it aside. The face reflected in the firelight was full of pain and madness.
"Failed! We still failed after all! Ahhhhh... the great primitive god Uranos! Please forgive me..."
Life gradually faded away in the sound of prayers, and a biting chill climbed onto the backs of Ethan and Yulia. Such a difficult infected person actually died under the curse.
Without warning.
Scalp-tingling.
"The great... Uranus..."
The other infected person also died, and within a few minutes, the darkness returned to calm.
"Want to take a look?"
Yulia asked.
"It is generally best not to touch a corpse that has just been cursed for a short period of time. Depending on the curse, the person will play different roles after death... This is the information I read at Da Silva's house. I didn’t expect that he was also a member of the Conjurers Association before.”
I saw Ethan shaking his head and holding Yulia who was about to move forward. He observed the surroundings quietly, and there was nothing unusual.
Suddenly, he felt a prying gaze and turned his head hastily. It was pitch black, and he didn't even see an infected person, let alone a person.
"Let's go back first. It might be better to bring Da Silva to have a look during the day."
After thinking for a while, Ethan made a decision.
"good."
Yulia had no idea, so she nodded in agreement.
We moved very quickly tonight, we just came here to explore the road, and by the way, we also added that the two of them had their own agendas.
There were broken stones sliding down, making a small clicking sound. Ethan turned his head when he heard the sound, but only saw a flash of black shadow.
"What's wrong? Ethan."
Yulia asked strangely when she saw Ethan's reaction.
"nothing."
Ethan shook his head and replied.
There was silence all the way, and Yulia didn't seem to have much to say to him. Whenever Ivel was mentioned, Yulia seemed to care a lot.
"very worried?"
"This is the first time I've seen Yvel fall."
Yulia lowered her head and murmured.
"Don't worry, he will wake up. He is full of miracles."
…
"Da Silva, da Silva!"
There was only one light burning in the dim room. The monster was larger than the bed and could only shrink itself up and nestle in the corner of the room.
His closed eyes seemed to be trapped in some kind of nightmare.
Vaguely, he heard someone shouting his name, calling him in the depths of darkness.
He took a trembling step forward, stepping on the road covered with fallen leaves, making a constant rustling sound.
There were a pair of green eyes staring at him from the depths, like some kind of guidance, and Da Silva could only keep walking forward.
"Da Silva..."
This illusory voice sounded familiar, and he frowned. For a moment, he couldn't remember where he had heard such a voice.
However, at the end of the road, he only saw an altar, which was exactly the same as the layout at the Saintess Ceremony in Ronark City.
A vague mass of flesh and blood was tied to the cross and was being burned by fire, but it was still calling his name.
"...Is it really okay for us to do this?"
"What are you afraid of? Da Silva...don't accept this task if you are so timid..."
"But……"
"Listen, if we can find out where the witch's treasure is, we can all return to normal. You don't want to be a monster for the rest of your life, do you?"
"No, I can't do it..."
"Da Silva! What are you afraid of! When you were in charge of the Saintess Ceremony, you secretly replaced the names of noble girls with those of slave girls, and made them endure various tortures. At that time...were you afraid?! "
"I know... I was wrong... I did something wrong..."
"One word! Do it or not!"
"..."
The conversation in his memories gradually faded away, and Da Silva suddenly remembered that the group of magicians who had lost their humanity actually captured the king just to ask about the last treasure left by the witch.
The royal city has long been an empty shell.
All the royal families and nobles have died in the hands of that behemoth, and the timid magicians will hide in the association and tremble.
"What a failure."
"It's obviously only one step away from knowing..."
There was a sigh from nowhere, and da Silva could feel something approaching him. The strange ritual scene in front of him made da Silva feel unstoppable fear.
The scorching flames and the cold air flow were mixed and intertwined. He turned around and stared at the darkness behind him. Da Silva stepped back in fear. He felt something stepped on his feet and tripped.
With a cry of surprise, da Silva fell down beside the altar. There was a warmth in his hand, as if he touched something. When he lowered his head, he saw that it was the mass of flesh and blood that was originally tied to the altar.
Suddenly, the flesh and blood seemed to come alive, revealing its sharp teeth, and rushed towards him, wrapping the whole person in one fell swoop.
"Have you been burned? Mr. da Silva."
Da Silva raised his head suddenly and found that he had been tied to the altar, and the flames burst out from under his feet, and the scorching heat spread up.
"No, no!—"
Da Silva yelled and suddenly woke up from his dream. He held the bed, sat up, and looked at the empty room. The light of the lantern on the table was dancing. Everything was as calm as ever.
"Huh - it's a nightmare..."
Da Silva breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, what just happened was just a lie. He wiped the sweat from his head and had no intention of continuing to sleep. After listening to the movement next door, Ethan and Yulia seemed to have already came back.
Da Silva got up quietly and walked around Jiang Chenchuan's room. There was no sign of waking up. Barras curled up on the sofa and fell asleep deeply. Da Silva didn't even come in, walked around and left. Discover.
"Is it cooling down?"
Suddenly feeling a chill, da Silva touched his skin, let out a breath of cold air, went back to the room, packed his things, and quietly walked downstairs dragging a suitcase of luggage.
He has to leave. Ronark City is hopeless, and the Conjurer Association has been destroyed. If someone really intends to take revenge, then the next target...
It will be myself!
Although I can't figure out who is behind these little tricks, there is always nothing wrong with escaping.
Opening the door quietly, the cold wind was flowing in the streets and alleys. There was not a single infected person in the quiet street, only Da Silva's own breathing and heartbeat.
The moon loomed in the clouds, covering the entire night sky with a light silver gauze. Everything seemed so peaceful. Da Silva knew a secret passage leading outside the city. If there were no accidents, he would be able to leave the city tonight.
Da Silva left home, and a low prayer seemed to be heard in his ears, as if he was mourning for the death of Ronark City. He had no idea where the sound came from, and it was accompanied by rustling movements. , all the way to the distance.
But the strange thing is that da Silva felt that he seemed to have walked a long distance, but still did not reach the city gate.
"The road today... is so long..."
Da Silva muttered to himself in confusion, not noticing that there were repeated scenes around him.
He still wandered around an area until he felt the temperature in the air drop again, and the coldness stimulated his brain.
Da Silva raised his head and found that the road in front of him was so familiar.
"Saintess Festival..."
Even his voice became trembling, and his body couldn't help but feel scared.
"Why...am I here..."
This is a very strange feeling, and it is difficult for Da Silva to explain it clearly. It is like falling into a bottomless trap, and the feeling of being unable to break out cannot be eliminated.
"Da Silva..."
A certain call sounded from far away, the same voice as in the dream.
The black figure gradually approached, raised his hand, and the swung blade fell. The red blood dyed the saint's altar red, even though there was nothing on the altar.
Someone was laughing, da Silva turned around, and a familiar figure was reflected in his pupils...
"It's really... it's you!"
Da Silva struggled, covering the bleeding wound with a look of horror on his face.
This expression was fixed on his face, and the illuminated spell on his body gradually dimmed, and a ray of light rose on the horizon. As the night passed, the light seemed to return to the earth again.
As the day dawned, the sleeping creatures in Ronark City woke up one by one. The light illuminated Jiang Chenchuan's face, his brows tightened slightly, and his fingers twitched slightly.
Feeling that something heavy was pressing down on him, and he might have difficulty breathing if he continued like this, Jiang Chenchuan slowly opened his eyes, and dimly saw a black cat sleeping on his chest.
He stretched out his hand and gently held the cat aside. The cat was sleeping soundly and did not wake up even after being moved around like this.
Jiang Chenchuan sat up, while Barras was still asleep on the sofa. He took a look at the surrounding environment, and after confirming that it was safe, he lifted the quilt and looked at his body.
The injuries on his body have been healed, and his spirit is still normal. The power of awakening is no different from before, flowing normally in his body.
"solved."
Recalling the scene before losing consciousness, Jiang Chenchuan felt a little tired. He had the power of original sin but lost it. This gap would be difficult to accept.
This is what original sin calls the temptation from "power and power."
As if something was interfering, Jiang Chenchuan raised his hand and saw a faint mark slowly disappearing on the back of his hand.
"curse?"
Jiang Chenchuan could tell what alchemy was and what spells were. During his coma, someone put a curse on his body, but as he woke up, the curse seemed to have expired.
"E...Evel! You wake up."
Barras opened his eyes when he heard the noise, saw the figure sitting beside the bed, and suddenly woke up.
"How long have I been asleep?"
Jiang Chenchuan asked, holding his head.
"About a day or so."
As soon as Barras finished speaking, he heard a scream coming from the next room, which seemed to be Yulia's voice.
Worried that something had happened to Yulia, Jiang Chenchuan rushed out, but he only saw Yulia facing the open door of the room with a look of horror on her face.
