Whispering Verse

Facing the August priest who spoke expressionlessly, Vincent Taylor subconsciously took a step back. Even if he was just an ordinary person, he already felt the threat of death, but he didn't understand how the old man in front of him could threaten him.

So Priest August stretched his right hand toward his side, and dark mist surged from his palm. Then the black mist extended up and down until it turned into a sharp black sickle.

Thaumaturgy - [Deathbringer's Scythe], Shade heard him mention this when he asked Priest August about the thaumaturgy of death last year. The effect of thaumaturgy is to summon a spiritual weapon. Although Shade already had the [Moonlight Great Sword] at the time, he still thought this thaumaturgy was very handsome. However, because the ritual materials were too expensive, he did not choose to learn it.

Priest Augustus, who was promoted to the fourth ring from Green Lake, obviously fully mastered this magic technique. The moment the dark scythe appeared, the frightened Taylor had already fallen to the ground. The scythe aroused his deepest fear of death. His legs spasmed due to fear made him lose the last chance to escape:

"I, you"

He couldn't even finish his sentence. Priest August turned the sickle so that the sharp and slender blade faced downwards:

"I'm sorry, young man. All mortals are mortal. May we meet in death."

The dancing sickle left dark traces of light in the air. Vincent Taylor only felt a chill on his scalp. In extreme panic, with the sound of "clang", he was completely frightened and fainted.

Therefore, he did not see the silver sword and the black scythe colliding together above his head, nor did he see the silver light chips and black light splashing in all directions.

There is a complex chain of runes attached to the surface of the silver sword, and the simple sword blade complements the moonlight. The moonlight sword blocked the scythe of death. Priest August looked doubtfully at Shade who blocked his fatal blow:

"Detective, what do you mean?"

He stared at Shade's serious face:

"Didn't we already discuss it before? If this person's prejudice can no longer be cured, we will get rid of him."

The priest did not take away his scythe when he spoke, and Shade naturally still held the sword in his hand:

"Priest, don't you feel something is wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

The priest was puzzled, and the wind blew through their clothes, but no one cared about it.

"Priest, when I first met you last summer, although you were like the doctors and they said, you always thought about things in a bad direction, but overall you still sympathized with the world. You who I just met last year were not After a few simple conversations, he would set a trap to kill an ordinary person."

Shade lowered his eyes and looked at Mr. Taylor who was fainted from fear on the ground:

"What does this person's life and death have to do with me? I don't care whether he is dead or alive, after all, I don't know him. What I care about is your situation, priest, do you really feel that it is okay for you to act so decisively at this moment? ?”

[Moonlight Great Sword] The ancient rune strings on the sword exude light visible to the naked eye even in the daytime. The wind blows through the forest, and in the rustling sound of leaves and branches rubbing against each other, Priest August is very sure about Xia. De said:

"Detective, people always change. I understand what you mean, you are still doubting that it was those skeletons that influenced me. But you see, now the elements in my body have regained balance, and the circulation of the spirit has not Restlessness, I no longer have a problem.”

"If you think that because a person's elements and spirit are fine, you think there must be nothing wrong with his psychology, then the doctor would have gone to drink the northwest wind."

Shade gave an example of Dr. Schneider's profession. Priest August shook his head slightly:

"Detective, when did you become such a soft-hearted person? He has been infected by the relics, and there is a more than 99% chance that he cannot be cured. Killing him now is the best choice. We don't have to do it for 100% of the time. With a probability of 1, to risk more people being infected by the relics, is it me or you who has the problem?"

Shade was sure that there was nothing wrong with him, because he really didn't mind killing people, he did mind such decisive actions:

"Priest, let me say it again, I don't care whether he lives or dies. I care about your question. Death has eroded you too much. From your perspective, when you look at the world, is it really so gloomy? Tell me, priest, what you just said to him about the weaknesses of human nature and the shortcomings of living creatures are from your inner thoughts?"

Shade asked again, and Priest August nodded:

"Yes, do you think that people will understand each other one day?"

"Of course not. The doctor explained to me not long ago that the distance between people's hearts that is almost touching is the farthest distance in the world. I agree that human nature has shortcomings, but priest, this is not what we want to kill. His prejudices are also affecting us and expanding the dark side of our hearts. You have been affected, priest."

The scythe in Priest August's hand was exerting force, and the black mist surging around the scythe was trying to overwhelm the light of the silver moon:

"No, Detective, I'm not biased."

"Then please tell me—"

Shade's free left hand pointed at the old priest's chest:

"Since returning from Green Lake, have you really not harbored any prejudice against the living in the hearts of the dead?"

Clang!

The sickle blocked the long sword, and then the two clashed in the air again. Compared to just now, this time the old priest was unusually angry:

"Detective, are your words a little too much?"

"Priest, I want you to answer my question. Tell me, do you still have the prejudice of the dead against the living in your heart? Are you standing in that cold place, laughing at those warm creatures?"

Priest Augustus seemed to refuse to answer the question, for he closed his mouth, took a step back with his scythe, and then disappeared into the forest in a black mist.

Shade stood next to Vincent Taylor who fainted from fright, with the silver moonlight sword in his hand pointing to the ground. He closed his eyes and tried his best to feel, then turned around and slashed suddenly. The moonlight left a dreamy light and shadow in the air, and the big sword broke the death scythe in the hand of Priest August.

He turned his head to avoid the fragments of the sickle blade, and made a hand seal with his right hand. The golden [Seaton Seal] shield erupted from his body blocked the priest's outstretched finger, and the expanded spherical shield forced the priest to retreat. Two steps:

"Detective, I have always found it incredible. Your talent for thaumaturgy of the sun and moon is truly astonishing."

Shade did not answer these words. After taking the initiative to cancel the Heaton Seal, the dark chain in his sleeve shot at Priest August's right hand, but he casually knocked the chain away:

"The power of mortal sin is of no use to me."

Burnt black feathers fell from the sky, and the death force brought by the half-charred white wings spread out from the back of Priest Augustus directly caused the leaves of all the trees in a small area nearby to change from emerald green to withered yellow in an instant.

He seemed to be serious. The moment his wings fluttered and his feet lifted off the ground, ripples appeared on the original ground. Then the sky dimmed and the trees disappeared one after another. As the ripples spread, the uneven ground gradually turned towards the dark water. The temperature in the summer morning suddenly dropped, until white mist came out of the mouth every time I breathed.

The sound and light sources completely disappeared in the darkness and silence. Above the calm black water, the "angel" with wings spread showed more than just Rat Augustus, a third of the illusory skeleton and the body of the old priest. They overlapped, but it only lasted for a moment.

This is not a mythical lock, but something close. The advantage of the field gave the ascended Priest Augustus greater power, allowing him with only four rings to equal Shade's level in terms of total spiritual energy.

He knew how powerful Shade was, and even if he didn't intend to fight to the death but just fight, he couldn't relax.

The black water took shape in the dead silence. Priest August thought that the fight between the two sides trying to persuade each other had just begun, but when he raised his head to look at Shade's position, he found that Shade had not tried to move at all.

He stood calmly on the dark water. As he opened his arms forward, the half-dark silver moon slowly appeared behind him.

The quiet moonlight made the outline of Shade's body seem to glow, and when the moonlight shone into Priest August's eyes, the old priest was stunned.

There was no ripple on the water, but there was no sound either. The angel in the sky and the young man on the water looked at each other as if they were about to embrace him. The scene was like an oil painting and lasted forever.

The gentle moonlight gradually melted the cold heart infected by death. When the moonlight completely illuminated the face of Priest Augustus, his wings and his appearance at this moment, the angel lowered his head towards the young man in front of the moon. The head then slowly fell into the water.

The wings were retracted, and when his feet touched the water, the water turned back into a solid forest floor. Trees appeared around me one by one, and the wind in the forest also returned at this time, but it still couldn't dissipate the undetectable coldness.

The silver moon also disappeared behind Shade. He stood there and looked at the priest. The priest slowly came to him. He wanted to kneel down but was supported by Shade:

"Priest, what do you mean?"

"The Angel of Death eventually turned into a skeleton. I'm afraid there is a reason. It probably went crazy after the ancient god left."

The dark moon seemed to have given Priest August some inspiration. He raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him, clearly feeling that what he was seeing was the newborn moon:

"Yes, I think I am still affected by the power of death. I seemed to have entered a dead end in my thoughts just now, and I only felt that I understood it when I saw the moon behind you. You woke up Joey Barton, you The moon also illuminates me.

Detective, I'm sorry to make you laugh. At my age, I still act so impulsively. I know why you stopped me from killing him. I can no longer see the world from the perspective of death. "

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