Heroic Death System

The demonic man suddenly returned to normal, and everyone in the room was amazed. The clergyman ordered him to bring a bowl of water of prayer and let him drink it. This water of prayer detects the presence of magic in the human body. A small amount of magic can be removed directly, too much magic can cause severe pain.

However, the water of prayer has little effect on the King's Apostle.

The man drank the water of prayer and had a pleasant look on his face. The clergymen looked at each other and, despite their doubts, declared that the demons in the men had been removed.

The family of the man cried with joy and thanked the clergyman.

Cleric: Actually, they are also confused...

Stiff enough not to let your teeth tremble. Absorbing the magic is like eating dark dishes, which is kind of sour and refreshing enough for him to “taste” for days.

Cassius stared thoughtfully at Jean-Claude. Was that his eye? Seems like the demon from the man is flowing to Sankoh?

“Daddy?” Popo sensed Sankoh's anomaly, pulling his hair inexplicably.

“It's okay." These two words can almost be squeezed out of the teeth.

“Come on, there's nothing to see.” Yiu Yi ran over, pushed one with one hand, and took Cashier's monk outside.

Jean-Claude pushed a knife and almost fell. Cashier grabbed him in a hurry, flashing a slight doubt in his eyes.

Vidola couldn't help but whisper sarcasm: "As a man, his physical fitness is too poor. ”

The sound was small, but because of the proximity, several people heard it.

Quiet and silent, a face hidden in a hood, no expression. Cashew and Yui didn't say much either, and left the Hall of Light together.

Jean-Claude walked very slowly, often all three of them out of the distance, and he was still slowly swaying behind. It's not that he doesn't want to go fast, but the magic that he just absorbed started to make his body feel reasonably calm again. From time to time, he “flipped” his will, “stimulated” his body, making him sour and numb and painful.

Once again, we have to thank the system for the inhumane torture he endured in the first world, and for the skill with which he practiced his mistreatment.

This is a very confusing fact.

At this point, it can be seen that there are several lower apostles who have been travelling around them since just now. It may not yet be felt in the case of ordinary people, but the aura of the lower apostles is as pronounced to him as the ghost fire in the night.

He was upset, and someone came to touch his mold.

Shanko's pressure, which belongs to the royal apostle, suddenly went out, his temper was pounding, and he forced people to sum up the meaning of one word: get lost!

At the same time, the lower apostles shocked and looked down in panic, and found no trace of "the Great BOSS”, but also understood that the area had been marked by a large BOSS, did not dare to stay more, turned around and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Cassius' footsteps paused. Strange. I just felt like someone was stalking him. Why didn't he blink?

Several people lost interest in shopping and returned to the hotel after purchasing an item.

Teacher Gone successfully collected the bounty and gave it to her students. He did get a share, even though there were only thirty gold coins, enough to live with him for some time.

The next day, several people left for Didu.

The incident at the Hall of Light that day left a question in Cashier's heart. So on this journey, Cashier watched every move he could make.

Soon he discovered something strange. Sankoh's body is not too thin, but she is extremely weak and shows fatigue after a few more steps. This strength is worse than the average person, but he doesn't look sick or injured, his body proportions are even, his muscles are clear, and he's obviously practiced. He just doesn't know what the reason is, and his reaction always seems a little laggy.

Aside from all this, Jean-Claude is a really good person. He was gentle, he was smart, and he laughed at the occasional bitterness of Vidola.

After a few days of covert observation, the card repair had been abandoned. It was not until that day that they stumbled upon a person who had been invaded by magic that the doubts in his heart were finally confirmed.

Jean could squat next to the intruder, put his hands on him, and then see a ray of magic slowly sucked into his body.

Cashier's eyes flashed with a slight shock, but no abnormality appeared on his face. When all the magic was sucked away, the aggressor returned to normal, exactly as the man he met in the Hall of Light that day.

Cashier never knew that besides the power of faith, there were other ways to heal the invaders and at the expense of himself.

After absorbing the magic, the original dark eyes became darker, the face was clear, and the lips were unusually red, revealing a demonic aesthetic.

He seemed to have noticed Cashier's gaze and pulled his hood down, covering most of his face, revealing only two bright red lips.

Cashier's pupils narrowed, and he finally knew why he suddenly became so weak that day, as he suffered from the enchantment of magic for others.

Cassius thinks it's crazy. It is well known that the Magic Invasion brings not only physical suffering, but also the torture of will and the test of faith. Slightly careless, they will be devoured by darkness and enslaved by the Devil's Tree. No one is willing to introduce magic into their own bodies, because everyone has their own weaknesses and dark sides, and no one can guarantee that their will and faith will not waver in the slightest in pain.

But it has done so, and I'm afraid it has been for a long period of time.

Because Cassius didn't feel the magic on him, there was only one possibility that the magic he had absorbed had completely precipitated and reached the king level.

Is he the devil's messenger? Cashier's face changed slightly and then quickly denied his thoughts. If he really was a demon apostle, how could he secretly help someone get rid of the demons? Moreover, every time he saves a life, he experiences a period of weakness, which is clearly the result of intense struggle between will and magic.

The reason why he was not physically ill was not because he was physically ill, but because he was trapped in a lot of magic. Instead, he possesses super willpower and unwavering faith that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

Cashier looked at the pompous again, further confirming his thoughts. Popo lived with Shang, not only without a touch of magic, but on the contrary, she possessed a very pure power of faith.

No apostle of the devil will leave behind a believer who is likely to cause harm to himself, even his own family. Evil messengers, especially royal messengers, have completely renounced their consciences and feelings since the day they fell.

“Daddy.” Pomping at the weak Shanko, not knowing how to express his fears, could only hold his sleeve tight.

“It's okay.” Jean touched her head, laughing, "Come on, feed Daddy a little fruit. ”

Puffing hurriedly pulled a pearl-sized wild fruit out of his pocket, clamped his feet, and stretched his arm to try to hand it over to Sankoh's mouth.

Still slightly bent down, biting wild fruit into his mouth, he praised: “That's sweet. ”

A happy smile immediately appeared on his face.

Cashier's eyes couldn't help but soften. Later, he glanced at Sang's slightly trembling fingers and the sweat beads that crossed his jaw. His eyebrows had to wrinkle, and he quietly walked behind him, holding his waist, and softly said: "Sit down and rest for a while. ”

“Rest?” Vidola said with dissatisfaction, "because of him, we've been delayed a lot. ”

“Vittora, Jean-Claude is ill and should be taken care of more.” Yaoi hitchhiking cavity.

“Take care of me? I don't have a woman as petite as he is.” Vidola glared despicably at Shanko.

True and Fred have quite a few words for Shanko as well. Though he's really nice, he's not as good as a man.

Cold noodle beauty Amy doesn't have much to look at, just a few deep glances.

“Hurry up and don't delay the trip for me.” Jean could hold the pop and smile at the crowd.

Over the next two days, people met several more people who had been attacked by magic, to a lesser or lesser extent, but without exception, all the rights had been cured.

Every time he healed, he was weak.

Whenever Carthy thought he was about to fall, he miraculously persisted. Despite the trembling, it did not shake. Always remain firmly behind the crowd as they take their staggering steps.

Cashier had never admired anyone in his life, but he was tough, but he really moved him.

“Ah, finally back!” Vidola looked up to the Imperial City in front of her and couldn't help but cheer.

Other people have a relieved smile on their faces.

Teacher Gone said, "Go back to school and sign in with me, then take three days off. ”

“Yeah!”

Several people walked to Kwangsong College with great interest and encountered several returning classmates along the way.

Shanko also joined them in the Academy, where the original owner had a deep memory of the Academy, from which “his” best times and most frustrating experiences originated.

“Jean-Claude, you and Popeye will wait for me in the garden for a while, and I'll be back as soon as I sign.” When Cashier's orders were over, he walked into the school district.

Sitting on a bench in the garden, teach a pompous knitting rope while waiting for a cashier.

At this moment, there was a sudden outburst of noise not far away.

“Look, it's Lord Till!” A girl shouted in an agitated voice, "Ah, she's still so handsome! ”

When you hear the name "Ti Fall”, you can raise your head and follow your reputation. Only a tall man walked toward the school, with short blonde hair as bright as the sun, red eyes as a bloody ghost moon, dressed in a sleek vigorous costume, physically fit, full of strength, long legs on a pair of black boots, walking windy, clothes flipping and falling as he moved.

This is a man who can be the focus of others anywhere.

Ti faintly passed in front of Sangquo, lifting a strong wind, blowing his hood and a few dark hairs that appeared outside.

It can be noticed that he had a black mole on his right hand and palm.