Law of the Devil

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Chapter 71 [The First Strong One Under the Starry Skies]

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Hussein is definitely not a good companion in any way.

Dewey and he have been together for a day. They had everything ready, and Dewey cut off some branches with a knife, got a suggested skateboard, and put the comatose Dadaniel on the skateboard —— don't expect Hussein to drag the skateboard, that's impossible. The knight himself was wounded, and he didn't know his body was textured. Dewey couldn't help but look at a few eyes and see that * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * There's a lot of flesh and blood, revealing the white bones inside! There are also some wounds that give off the smell of burning odor, just wrapped tightly in a layer of cloth.

The scariest part is the location of Hussein's small belly, where there's a big black fist wound, and I don't know what it was done with. It's probably magic or something, and the circle of muscles around the wound has completely turned black. Even those black muscles are still slowly creeping, healing one by one... but healing on the one hand, a slight bursting sound of crackling in the muscles on the other!

The wound healed repeatedly and burst again and again! It is conceivable to what extent this is a pain.

Hussein only explained later when he bandaged the wound: the wound was left to him by the chief judge of the temple, a kind of magical corrosion. Even holy water can't be cured. To heal, a great magician must use a lot of magic to give him the finest treatment.

The temple's presiding judge had no small power, and the wound left almost killed Hussein. Had it not been for Hussein's proximity to the Holy Knight, he could have healed the wound with some fighting...

But that's what caused the knight so much pain. He had to constantly heal the wound, every minute, every second, and the wound itself was under magical damage, and every second was corrosive and bursting open.

This creates a delicate balance that puts Hussein in “fresh pain” every moment.

A man, with a scary scar, walks so long in this bloody ice and snow, enduring enough pain to break down… while Hussein looks indifferent, he doesn't even hum, except for the occasional glimpse of pain in his eyes. While walking, try to be as straight as you can.

The character of this man is not just tough anymore.

In this case, his temperament was more grumpy and justifiable.

Even in previous generations, when Dewey occasionally had toothaches, he would feel irritable and angry, not to mention how much pain this knight suffered in his body at all times? It's amazing how he can stand a mental breakdown.

Dewey tried not to piss off this guy like a fire yao barrel, and he quietly pulled the sleigh and walked with the knight in the snow.

The further north they went along the Great Circle Lake, the stronger and fiercer the wind was. Dewey had put up the collar of his jacket and a leather hat, blocking the vast majority of his face, revealing only one pair of eyes, but still almost blinded by the wind.

He couldn't even speak, and as soon as he did, it was a snowflake pouring into his mouth.

Almost entirely instinctive, Dewey walked completely behind Hussein, whose tall body blocked Dewey from the wind.

Walking in the snow takes extra energy. Two breaks between the two, Dewey running to the side with a knife to cut down the trees to make the fire warm. While Hussein did not say a word, he sat so silently, closed his eyes and occasionally had a little bit of luck.

Dewey knew that the knight was pressing his wounds with combat air while heating up.

This is a thirst quencher, even if Dewey is not a doctor, but he is a learned magic pharmacist after all, and he can see that the wounds on this knight are terrible, and his health is almost collapsing. The pressure to suppress the pain so forcibly can only stand for a moment, but will continue to worsen the wound.

But what do we do now?

“Why don't you use holy water?” Dewey sighed: “I have a little something left over from the old man when he arrived. ”

Hussein held the stick and closed his eyes in the cold: “I cannot touch the holy water. I am a traitor to the temple, and I am cursed. Holy water in the temple is really good for healing wounds, but because of the curse on me, holy water will not heal me, but my skin will corrode when it touches holy water! This is the traditional practice of the Temple towards traitors. ”

Dewey thought about it for a while and found some medicines in his arms, some left behind by the old wizard and some magical plants that Dewey had collected these days on his way through the ice-covered forest with the Snow Wolf Mercenary Corps, simply making his own medicines.

I hate this guy, but he's with me now, and in this shithole, I'm afraid if he's in danger, he'll have to look to this guy to protect himself. Dewey took out some of his own injuries.

Hussein's face was slightly more angry, but his tone was still cold: "Thank you, but no thanks. ”

He gave those drugs back to Dewey and kept his eyes closed.

“Why?” Dewey frowned: “This is what I configure, synthesized with frosted moss powder and Chicken grass juice, to heal the wounds, and this is the only wound drug I can find in this forest. ”

Hussein opened his eyes: "No, I said, thank you, but no. ”

After a pause, the knight finally added a sentence: "The wound on my body was destroyed by the ninth knight with a fighting qi. The strength of the fighting qi in this wound is not normal medicine to heal. Unless a powerful magician disperses those fighting temptations and curses with the finest healing techniques, I will recover, otherwise your medication will only increase my suffering. ”

Duvi silently.

Think about it… Think about the experience of this knight. He killed two Knights Chiefs of the Temple's Holy Knights! Two of the temple's finest knights, plus a presiding judge! Plus an eight-level knight, and several advanced divine knights!

This is a fearful and glorious outcome, but it's not hard to imagine how badly his wounds are after so many bitter battles!

“Perhaps this is of some use to you.” Dewey suddenly touched it in his arms for a while, but he touched something like a white fruit.

From the looks of it, it looks like a goosebump, but it's filled with fine lines, held in your hand, a cool feeling can be felt along your skin, in addition to a hint of hidden, faint fragrance… just like the mint leaves that Dewey knew in his previous life.

But this thing, it's not funny. For many, it's scarier than the devil!

This thing is called:

Iceberry fruit!

It's the kind of thing that can be used to make ecstasy, like drugs. (Thorskaya had also considered whether this could be used as a raw material to stimulate spiritual strength, but later gave up).

“Iceberries?” The knight revealed a surprise.

“Yes, ice berries.” Dewey laughed, “It's hard to find, and I accidentally found one on the way. You should know this stuff, it has hallucinogenic ingredients... but it can be used to relieve pain if you take a little less. You can try, less bite a little, take it, and reduce your pain a little bit. ”

Just like opium. In Dewey's mind, opium and morphine were drugs in the world of previous generations, but they were also used as painkillers.

There is no good or bad in the things themselves, the key is to see how you use them.

Hussein is a know-it-all. This time he didn't refuse. Perhaps the constant pain of day and night these days has made him unbearable. He took this ice berry and gently opened it with his fingernails and put it in his mouth...

This magical thing is useful indeed, for a few moments, the knight's eyebrows that have been wrinkling slightly soothed, as if he was relieved, opened his eyes, with a hint of comfort, and his voice was a lot more soothing: “Thank you… it's definitely more comforting. This goddamn pain has tormented me for days. ”

After a pause, Hussein glanced at Dewey: "Do you also study magic pharmacology? Few magicians now spend time studying magic pharmacology, most magicians focus on magic experiments, and pharmacology… only those who cannot learn magic will do so. ”

Dewey laughed. “So you're right, I'm a magic pharmacist. In fact, I'm not even a magician. ”

Hussein didn't find it strange, either. He said, "Well, what does that have to do with that old immortal? ”

Old and immortal? Dewey thought it was interesting.

“And you? What do you have to do with him?” Dewey did not answer and asked back.

Hussein was silent, and he thought, "Nothing, just that he's barely my brother, and our strength comes from the same teacher. ”

Senior Brother?

Dewey couldn't bear to laugh: “I heard you were only thirty, right? I'm afraid that old guy is a few hundred years old... you..."

“No, I'm 31 years old. That old guy... God knows how old he is! Hmm.” Hussein doesn't seem to want to talk about it much: “I guess he and I are just nominal brothers, but I don't really like him.” After a pause, he stopped talking about it. "What about you? I'm afraid you don't even look 15. Who are you? Why are you here? ”

“Not less than fifteen, but less than fourteen.” Dewey shrugged her shoulders: “I'm from the Rollins. Why are you here... you're going to ask the old man this question. He caught me. ”

“The Rollins...” Hussein thought about it and suddenly laughed. He actually laughed. This killer looked at Dewey with pleasure. "Ah! I think I've heard of you. You are famous in Empire. The bastard son of the Rollins, he talked about you in the aristocratic circle of Tidu a few years ago. ”

“I can't believe you've heard that.” Dewey doesn't give a shit about idiots.

“Yes.” Hussein seemed immersed in his memories: “The uncle of the Knight Luke was a nobleman and I had been invited to his uncle's banquet… At that time, Luke told me that the biggest news lately was that Count Raymond's son was an idiot and that his uncle had intended to marry the Rollins, and when he heard the news, he was afraid to mention it again. I remember Luke he...”

Speaking of which, Hussein suddenly closed his mouth and a little haze flashed in his eyes.

Dewey didn't dare say anything, just look at the knight quietly.

“Luke... I killed him. ”

For a long time, Hussein suddenly whispered this sentence.

His cold voice bore a hint of unspeakable sadness deep into the bone marrow, and the knight's eyes flashed with deep pain, and he shook his head forcefully: "Yes, I killed Luke, and Knight Kelly. They all died under my sword. ”

Without speaking, Hussein had turned his eyes away and his voice was as if he were talking to himself: "Oh Lord Luke, Lord Kelly... and Gophert, poor Gophert, I was as old as I was. When we were little, we trained together in the temple, and together we entered the Holy Knights through an examination, he was like my brother... but I stabbed him in the heart with my own hands. Let me think, who else... Oh, and Stella, that passionate southerner, he always had a strong southern accent when he prayed, and we used to laugh at him when we were kids... oh, he was chopped into two pieces by a sword! And..."

Dewey suddenly saw with surprise a drop of tears slowly rolling down Hussein's cheek.

“They were all my friends, my brothers, my comrades, we trained together, we learned martial arts together, we practiced together, we rode together... now they die under my sword...” Hussein's eyes began to freak out, and he suddenly yelled, “Why! Do you fucking know why? ”

He suddenly stood up, his congested eyes staring dead at Dewey and yelling, “You know why!! You know!! ”

“... I don't know.” Dewey frowned, realizing that the knight's mental state was a bit off, and he backed off a little carefully.

“Because… hahahahahaha…” Hussein suddenly smiled unconsciously and his laughter smelled like madness: “Because! Because His Holiness the Pope! Fuck, His Holiness said, 'Oh, this is God's will!’ And then, you want us to bleed, you want us to die!! It's all because of that damn word! This damn ‘will of God’!!! ”

“Knight Hussein.” Dewey sighed, “You're so excited, sit down. ”

Hussein looked deeply at Dewey and his eyes were still strange, as if with a hint of... disorder.

But he sat down, and the move reassured Dewey a little.

“Hey, kid, you know why I got chased by the temple? Why would I be a traitor to the temple? Me, Hussein! Since I was thirteen, everyone in the Knights has seen me as a pride in the Temple! They think I'm the greatest knight in a hundred years! Even they think I will surely be the head of the Holy Knights! Only the Holy Knight can be the Commander! The Holy Knights haven't had a leader in a hundred years! But I will surely be the Holy Knight! I will be the leader of the Holy Knights of the Temple! But now I'm being chased like a rat! Hide!! ”

Listen to Hussein's tone get violent, his eyes get more and more disturbed, Dewey's mind gets restless!

All of a sudden, he moves in his heart!

Oh, shit!

Look at that ice berry in the knight's hand that got bitten!

Dewey figured out what the problem was!

Iceberries!! I'm afraid I'm taking more ice berries! The spirit of the knight is disturbed by this magical plant, as if people were going to be in a state of mental chaos after taking drugs!

Pā!

With a crisp voice, Dewey found the stick in the hand of the knight crushed in his palm!

“You know... if everything could start over... I would never choose to go into that damn cathedral! Damn... Holy See!!” Hussein bites his teeth.

Church?

Dewey knew the name, and the shrine was the place in the temple where the deceased Holy Knight's badge was kept.

All the dead Holy Knights, their badges will be stored in the Holy See and blessed by the Spirit.

“Just before I became the third Knight Chief in the previous year His Holiness had traditionally made me guardian of the Holy See for a year.” Hussein's voice went low and his mental state was completely remembered:

“Cathedral Guardian. This is the process that every Knight of the Holy Knights undergoes before assuming his duties. When I was awarded the Chapel Guardian, everyone knew that I was going to be the Knight Chief… However, I didn't expect that to be the beginning of my nightmare!! Nightmare begins!” Hussein suddenly laughed, his smile in the ice and snow, with the wind, his voice shaking, like a ghost charm...

“Boy, do you know who the most powerful, greatest holy knight the Temple has ever been? You know what?”

“... uh... is that you?” Dewey replied attentively that he thought the knight was insane, that his spirit was a little abnormal at the moment, but it was better not to piss him off.

“Me? What am I? Compared to that man, I'm just an ant!” Hussein's tone suddenly became admirable:

“For hundreds of years… no, even a thousand years! There have been countless strong people on the continent, what is the first samurai of the continent, the strongest knight of the continent, the strongest magician of the continent, the first magician of the continent, etc., etc., in the centuries, there have been many and many such strong people... but only one title, in the millennium, only one person has obtained it! ”

“What title? ”

Hussein took a deep breath and a morbid red appeared on his cheek: “The First Strong One Under the Starry Sky! ”

Number One Power under the Starry Skies?

This title is certainly more powerful than some continent's first samurai or something.

Dewey licked his tongue: “Who is this man? ”

“This man, a former Holy Knight, his Holy Knight badge, is stored in the Holy See.” Hussein shook his head: "Unfortunately, it became my nightmare. ”

Dewey's appetite has been lifted, and he carefully used soft words to guide Hussein out: “This man...”

“His Majesty the Founding Emperor of the Great Roland Empire, the founder of the Great Empire… the only person in a thousand years qualified to be called the First Strong One under the Starry Sky… Aragon Roland! His strength lies in the fact that no one can duplicate it! Because he's not only the top first magician! He was also the strongest knight of the day…” Hussein added after a pause:

“Holy Knight! His Majesty the Founding Emperor, has joined the Holy Knights! He possesses the Holy Knight badge, which is stored in the Holy Sept! That badge became my... nightmare! ”

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