Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

Third month and twelve days:

A mission was given. A group of pilgrims with old, young, women and children were coming from the south. They were separated from the camp by a large river infested by water ghosts and a dark forest inhabited by giant widow spiders. We needed to escort them.

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The silk glands of the adult giant widow spider are one of the main ingredients of the "Happy Witch" potion, so the additional task of this mission is to help a scout lady who has finished digesting the "Witch" potion to get a widow giant spider.

Spider, she is an Olympic-level stealth expert. She is better than some magic wolves in blending into the darkness. Medici is very optimistic about her.

This was supposed to be a relaxing and enjoyable hospitality and hunting trip.

It's a pity that there is no if in life.

Four rooms of blood and burnt flesh mixed into a suffocating smell. Medici carried his sword and walked through the razed woods. At this moment, he was in a very bad mood, because the damn demon was following this.

The pilgrim team lasted for half a month, quietly planting emotional seeds in many people's hearts, and then detonating them when the soldiers came to respond. Several elites of "War Red" died because of this.

When he was swinging his sword at the demon, he was attacked by the women and children who were guarding him - hell, those beasts clearly spotted the soldiers' lack of vigilance towards women and children! Especially the young guys!

"Ravenna, how is this guy doing?!"

"The child's condition is not optimistic!" The vampire demigod covered her face with a silk scarf to resist the spreading sulfur vapor, but her frown still revealed her anxiety, "Most of the trauma is for the Saint of Sequence 3.

There is no threat to his life, but the poisonous smoke he inhaled weakened his body functions. The most troublesome thing is the curse on him. This shape is very similar to the one on you, maybe it was from the hand of the same demon..." Ravenna

He took a breath and shouted in a hissing voice: "Bring me the holy water of the sun! The purer the better!"

"We must save him." Medici lowered his voice and said, "This is my Lord's will!"

Ravenna shuddered. The Red Angel's voice reminded her of the clanging sound of swords.

Thoth was lying in a pile of red and white gauze. His abdomen and thighs were covered with black and red burns. Some of the burn marks began to fall off and pink skin grew back, but some gradually carbonized as if they had lost their vitality——

The denser the black area, the closer it is to the shoulder. An irregular gap was blasted out of his right half of the shoulder, and white bone residue fell out. A bit of flesh was tremblingly attached to the lifeless arm, and the dense black

The cracks spread from the wound on the shoulder to the neck, chest, and abdomen...like a web that strangles life.

It hurt, all over his body, his eyes were so smoked by the sulfur vapor that he couldn't even open his eyes, and his throat was so poisonous that he couldn't speak. Even taking a big breath was like swallowing a knife, and the trauma on his shoulder gave him a feeling of pain.

It felt very bad... Thoth mobilized his spirituality and sketched out the injury in his mind, and found that the flesh and blood there was collapsing in a subtle and sinister way, peeling off like cinders. If this situation is not curbed,

If this trend continues, I'm afraid my heart will turn into a puddle of black powder.

"Are you going to die..."

The holy water of the sun was applied to the wound on the shoulder, and traces of white smoke rose up. Like some wonderful chemical reaction, Thoth let out a beast-like howl, and dark shackles rose from the ground, firmly holding him in place.

"No, we can't stop here... There are still people trying to save me, and I have to... do something!"

"My hand... must have been destroyed, right? Is there any way to save it? Think quickly..."

During the struggle between life and death, he saw an exotic scene: the beauty with red lips and white teeth hesitated by the bridge, and the warrior riding a tall horse asked her to ride with him. In an instant, the beauty turned into a devil, and the woman grabbed the warrior's arm.

The bun tried to snatch it away, but the samurai drew his sword out of its sheath, slashed with his backhand, and cut off the arm.

The samurai knew that he had hit a ghost, so he presented his severed arm to the head of the family who was serving him. The head of the family ordered an onmyoji to divine the ghost's hand and warned the samurai to observe the physical taboos for seven days. However, on the sixth day, the samurai's wet nurse suddenly came to visit, and the samurai broke the taboos and received her.

The wet nurse begged to see the ghost hand during the conversation, and the warrior ordered someone to bring it to her.

"Oh, isn't this my arm?"

The woman grabbed her arm and rode the wind away without a trace.

"My ancestors, what on earth is this...?!"

Ravenna was stunned by the sight in front of her: the damage caused by the curse to the body had stopped, but rather than saying that the holy water of the sun had taken effect, it was more that the injury had been twisted into something else. And that one was almost the same as its owner.

Wu Yuan's right arm began to twitch, and black blood vessels and red tissue sprouted from the cross section, surging and connecting to the exposed bone of the shoulder - even drugs that promote body regeneration will not cause such a significant and rapid change, because of this

The process is supported by something more abstract, older, and more indescribable! Half a minute later, the problems of broken arms and curses were solved...or it could be said that they became hidden dangers that would cause endless harm.

The new-born arm has red skin and black claws, like a demon's hand fished out of a pool of blood in hell, exuding an aura of filth and depravity.

"Using the broken arm as a container to hold the curse... He is more decisive than I thought."

A tall and upright figure stood in the dazzling white light. The red-haired and black-armored angel knelt down on one knee in front of Him.

"Medici, he has been in your military camp for more than two months. How do you think he behaves?"

"According to your instructions, I asked him to use the strictest standards to make him a warrior strong enough to protect himself - of course he himself has also worked hard in this direction. Since extraordinary characteristics at the angel level are very rare, most people are promoted

After reaching Sequence 3, you will be in a state of 'stagnant progress' due to the hopelessness of promotion." Medici paused, "But he is not limited by his own status and has been pursuing progress."

"Even if he possesses weird magic, he never relaxes his physical training; unable to possess the steel body of a hunter, he will find ways to offload his strength to reduce damage; if magic cannot effectively attack the enemy, he will use a sword to make the enemy bleed - he

He attaches great importance to his ability as a 'fighting scholar' and tries to use the weapons he made in fighting." Sensing that the creator was in a good mood, Medici couldn't help teasing: "Although he is a voyeur, he has

There is a strange obsession with close combat."

The Creator chuckled softly, "In your opinion, what is his biggest flaw?"

"He is not courageous enough." Medici said decisively, "In other words, he is a bit too kind - although kindness is a character that you admire, but on the ever-changing battlefield, kindness hinders his ability to wield the sword.

action."

"What exactly?"

"The reason why he was seriously injured this time was because he was hugged from behind by a contaminated child when he was dealing with the devil, and the devil caught him. But even though he knew something was wrong, he still wanted to protect the child - the result

It was that child who exploded because he could not bear the desire exerted by the devil, and the hidden curse was sown to him through the splash of bodily fluids."

"Continue to train him." The Creator sighed, and He finally said: "Toughen his body and temper his heart, so that he can witness more suffering and the madness of this world."

"He has a pair of eyes that can see into secrets. He is destined to understand the truth of this world."