The old sage looked directly at Astraea.
But to her disappointment, the other party refused.
Astraea shook her head and said regretfully: "I have already checked his body. It is increasingly eroded by light elements. His vitality is in a countdown just like you."
"Unless the angels of the Holy City teach him and give him the angel soul to inherit, he will be able to master this light element and survive."
After finishing speaking, the old sage's eyes widened and he said tremblingly: "Isn't it possible that even the healing magic of the Parthenon can't help?"
"Haha, after the resurrection spirit disappeared, Parthenon is no longer worthy of its name. Its healing and blessing abilities have dropped significantly. Currently, there are only a few elders who have forbidden spells."
Astraea sneered: "Compared to the other seven top forces, it can be broken with just one poke."
"I didn't expect what happened back then would bring so much harm to the temple. I really deserve to die."
The old sage blamed himself and felt despair.
"Alas." Astraea looked at the white-haired boy with pity. The semi-disaster victim could turn into a real disaster victim at any time. At that time, the already eroded body would collapse in an instant.
Secondly, there was the threat from the Holy City. Even if she wanted to bear it, the pressure would be great.
In the end, she instinctively dislikes the aura of light, which is the nature of the Holy Soul of the Dark Angel.
For three reasons, plus the overall cost-effectiveness, Astraea was too lazy to help someone who was not a relative or an acquaintance.
The old woman still wanted to struggle and prayed: "Your Highness, can you hand it over to the Holy City?"
Astraea almost laughed out loud and mocked: "Holy City? Regardless of whether you are a light or other disaster victim, you will be wiped out. And do you really think they are just?"
"His Chinese ancestry is not enough, not to mention all the other restrictions. This is a door-to-door delivery."
Hearing this, the old sage's last hope was shattered, and his rickety body stumbled to the ground.
"Grandma." When the white-haired boy heard the desperate situation, he still smiled softly and said, "It's okay, I can stay with you."
"Wei Xi, Wei Xi."
The old woman muttered the boy's name, feeling weak and trembling violently.
The two depended on each other, and the old sage had already regarded Wei Xi as his grandson. The more the boy behaved like this, the more uncomfortable she felt.
Lu Jun, who was hiding next to him, heard the words of the two people through mind detection and was secretly surprised.
It turns out that the colleague Astraea wanted to meet was this old sage.
"Aren't you afraid? A person who was half-suffering from the disaster in the light system was born in the darkest area. Yes, it fits the situation. Extreme yin gives rise to yang, and life and death wax and wane."
Lu Jun talked about the two of them. He felt that the life of the white-haired boy named Wei Xi was indeed as weak as a candle.
Obviously, compared to Mu Ningxue, Qin Yu'er, Ding Yumian and other perfect disaster victims, this person has greater shortcomings.
But think about it, there was basically no such thing as Wei Xi later on, which means he died young.
Astraea was about to leave, but she heard the white-haired boy behind her crying and whispering: "Grandma."
She paused, then looked back, and found the old sage's thin body lying on the ground, his breath gone.
Originally, the old sage had only one breath left, and he managed to see the saint Astraea, but now he has really reached his limit.
Seeing this, Astraea showed no mercy and her face was expressionless. It was already the best way for this person to die.
She looked at the white-haired boy aside and thought that she should take him back to the ancient capital and let him fend for himself.
At this moment, Astraea became alert and shouted: "Who is there!"
Lu Junshi stepped out suddenly, obviously standing next to him, standing out abruptly, with a strong sense of presence that was incompatible with the world.
Astraea was startled into a cold sweat, and after a closer look, she recognized the person.
She smiled charmingly and said: "Who am I? It turns out to be you. You are following me quietly. Are you falling in love with me? This is not gentlemanly enough."
As she spoke, she secretly controlled Xingzi, ready to take action at any time.
Lu Jun's attitude was very gentle and said: "Should I call you Ye Mengwei, or Wen Taisarang's adopted daughter and Parthenon's Saint Astraea?"
As soon as these words came out, Astraea was shocked. Not only was her identity discovered, but she was also surprised that the other party knew the true information about Cardinal Sarang of the Black Vatican.
Her eyes became sharp and she said, "Do you understand everything?!"
"Yes." Lu Jun stretched out his hand and said calmly: "So I want to ask you, the saint, to go to the ancient capital as a witness to Salang's identity."
"That's not possible. I have nothing to do with Salan. I am the Parthenon Saint."
Astraea relaxed her body, opened her eyes and said nonsense.
"Sorry about that."
Lu Jun shook his head and took action boldly, describing the high-level curse magic [Tongyou Ghost Punishment·Mother Ghost Evil]!
At the same time, the Night Thunder Dream Beast on the side blurred and turned into a shadow and rushed towards Astraea.
"Dark Contract, Night Knight!"
The summoning magic that Astraea had kneaded was released, and a crescent-colored crack spread around her body.
"Da da da da~~~~"
The rapid sound of horse hooves came from the crack, and the sound came from far to near...
The next second, Lu Jun saw a black charming horse appearing in the white crack of the moon. It was tall and majestic, covered with dense black hair, and a black beard was fluttering between the fluttering mane.
The charming horse has a single horn on its head, which is also black, with black electric light flashing on it.
And on the back of the one-horned charm horse, sitting impressively was a figure wearing bright black armor, with a body shape similar to that of a human.
But there was nothing inside the thick European-style armor!
The Night Knight is at least a commander-level being, and the horse beneath him is a subspecies of the six-legged nightmare horse.
It is only limited by Astraea's cultivation that he can exert the strength of the advanced warrior.
The Night Thunder Dream Beast's strong and majestic body was not afraid, and its huge claws shone with a ball of violent dark thunder, and it hit hard on the knight's thick armor.
With a loud bang, Si Ye Knight and his horse were knocked back more than ten meters, leaving him vulnerable to a single blow.
Astraea gritted her teeth, the shadow aura all over her body was surging and thick, and the dark star maps appeared one after another, vaguely forming a majestic constellation.
It's a pity that it wasn't long before she was promoted to a high-level shadow system, and the high-level magic division's Ye rule was not fully mastered, and her control was intermittent.
Only halfway through, Lu Jun's female ghost was released.
Buzz!
Behind the graceful figure of the black silk lady, a hole in the netherworld opened up, and a corner of the world of layers of black and red spider webs opened up.
A tall and graceful female ghost leaned on the wall on all fours and climbed out quickly. Her eyes were smart and cunning, and she stretched out her arms full of cruelty to strangle the enemy's neck.
In an instant, Astraea's body stiffened, and even though the radiance of the concentration magic equipment flashed one after another, it was easily disintegrated and eroded by the female ghost.
"damn it!"
She cursed secretly and took out her trump card from her arms, [Transmission Magic Scroll]!
This was the reason why she dared to meet the Black Vatican alone, the Nine Nether Queen, the Parthenon traitor.
Then Astraea's eyes flashed with a faint silver light, when she was about to use the newly awakened third space to activate the scroll.
Want to escape? ! Lu Jun sneered. Under the cover of the nightmare realm unfolded by the Night Thunder Dream Beast, with a thought of the star map, pure silver light surged and illuminated half of the sky.
The fourth level of intermediate space magic [Four Realms·Space Rhythm·Dimensional Anchoring]!
The majestic silver hills in the sky crashed down, covering a few tens of feet of Astraea, as well as the hill-like female ghost hanging behind her.
The next moment, the silver scroll that originally reacted violently in Astraea's hand suddenly went out and became misfired.
She was dumbfounded "How is this possible?!"
In the original work, Astraea's actions were not mentioned, only the meeting with her colleagues was mentioned, which finally made things come true. Including the Black Holy See's method of drawing the evil abyss, it is not easy.
(End of chapter)
