Taming the Dark Lord

Amelia was furious.

This black book always drops the chain at critical times. It seems to be too smooth and has never experienced the ups and downs of life.

She was thinking about how to deal with it afterwards. The dark elf's whip turned, turned offensive to defensive, and endless light whips spread from her fingertips, tying up the evil spirits one after another, stacking one after another. Finally, a moving circular wall was formed, keeping the two in the center.

......Of course, the white/elf was still thrown out alone.

so poor.

Amelia loves him again, and backhands the dark elf's sleeve, "Go the other way, here."

The dark elf turned around without change.

A steady stream of evil spirits pounced on, but they were all blocked by a wall of companions, screaming inwardly, looking out from the inside, and even the sky was covered. Anyone with secret fears could not bear it. Tortured.

Amelia gritted her teeth and rubbed her arms, followed behind the elf, pointing the way for him from time to time.

"How do you think he died?" Alfonso looked ahead without looking back, his pale hair was blown up by the wind, revealing a long pointed ear.

Amelia froze for a moment, and suddenly realized that he was talking about a Necromancer, "Isn't he dead already?"

It seems that Yazi has lost his soul.

"Just pinch the soul back again." The elf's tone was relaxed like a rubber man.

Amelia knew that he might want to vent her anger, but she hesitated, and refused: "Forget it, he is dead, and his soul is broken. There is no need to torture him again."

"Stupid kindness." The elf commented, his lips straightened and his face was not worried, and he gave a cold snort.

Amelia has a guilty conscience.

Her thoughts are actually like this: If she remembers correctly, the Necromancer seems to have recognized Alfonso's identity before he died. What if he pinches it back, what if he tells it?

Amelia has not forgotten that the dark elf still has the amnesia buff. She can stay on the sidelines for the time being, without facing the wrath of the gods. If he remembers it under the stimulation of the necromancer, then she must not be caught with the necromancer. Pinch it, kill it directly?

After imagining the scene for a moment, Amelia couldn't help but shiver.

So the Necromancer can't pinch it back!She firmly refused to agree to this matter!

Amelia was thinking when she heard the elf walking in front of her gloomily say: "If you don't kill, then I will come."

The implication is that you must pinch the person back again and kill them a few more times to relieve your breath.

Amelia: Wait!

I, the suffering master, haven't said anything yet, why are you angry?

Amelia tried her best to persuade her for a long time. However, the boss was firm and determined this matter forcibly, as if I would not listen.

Amelia smiled strongly: fine.

She decided that as soon as the Necromancer came out, she rushed forward, blocked the person's mouth, and sent it to the boss to abuse him.

Never give him a chance to say a word!

After walking a few steps in the deafening wailing, Amelia touched her arm, and she felt a familiar touch again.

Hard, round.

She felt a jump in her heart and looked down. As expected, she saw the familiar dark spot on her white forearm, and the shape was bigger than before, the color was deeper, and the rate of expansion was faster.

Is it because it is getting closer and closer to the Burial Ground of the Necromancer?

Amelia thought, unconsciously scratching her hand on the dark spot a few times, and the piercing itch pierced her bones, making people want to dig out the meat.

Perceiving a change in the breathing behind him, the dark elf thought that an evil spirit had broken through the wall. He turned his head and his fierce gaze hit the dazzling black.

His eyes froze for a moment, his brows twisted unconsciously, and he grabbed the girl's wrist, covered the dark spots with his slender palm, and consciously took the initiative to clear the curse for her.

The dark spots disappeared quickly.

But before Amelia could breathe a sigh of relief, the familiar itch came from her calf. When she looked down, another dark spot appeared on her calf, one after another, all over the body.

Soon, there was a biting itch in the limbs.

Amelia gritted her teeth, her legs trembled, and she was half kneeling on the ground unsteadily. The big beads of sweat rolled from her forehead, dripping onto the ground that was infested with blood.

She gasped in a deep breath. At this moment, her mental energy was swallowed up by the curse that rose suddenly, her body was shaky, and her eyelids closed.

At this moment, a strong smell of blood came.

Something smeared on her body.

Amelia leaned on the strong hint of clarity in her mind, her eyelids stubbornly opened, and she lifted her head to look.

She saw the red and golden blood dripping from her sturdy forearm, forming a small patter of rain, dripping onto her face and into her eyes.

This is God's blood.

The invincible god in the legend shed precious blood just like that.

Amelia was in a complicated mood. She stretched out her hand to wipe away the blood on her face. The dark spots gradually dissipated under the expulsion of the blood. She recovered a little strength and stopped Alfonso from continuing to tear the wound.

"Sure." She held the elf's cold fingertips, her white face was dyed red, looking a little ridiculous.

"Not enough," he said.

The elf took out his hand and tore open the wound on his arm even more. Divine blood poured out endlessly, dyeing her whole body blood red, and every strand of hair was stained with blood.

The horror aura exuding from the self-shen's blood enveloped her and erased her own sense of existence as a human being.The prey suddenly disappeared, and the surrounding evil spirits calmed down and fled here in horror.

"You stay here." Alfonso's pale face due to excessive blood loss was a bit hideous, exuding a strong malicious and murderous look.

Someone in front of him tried to kill his human beings, repeatedly provoking him recklessly, this incident made him out of anger, wishing to pinch this bold madman to death on the spot.

Amelia was taken aback by him. This was the first time she saw Alfonso so angry, her handsome little face twisted like an evil spirit.

She shrank her neck wisely and nodded honestly: "Well, I won't go anywhere."

She could indeed feel that the closer to the church, that is, the closer the remains of the Necromancer, the more active the curse.Maybe when you get to the church, the curse will swallow her directly.

So Amelia did not protest, and sat cross-legged on the spot, looking like she was camped.

Alfonso's face looked better. He gently tapped the remaining blood from his fingertips on the girl's forehead, pulled a tentacle from under his feet to defend her, and walked towards the church with a soaring black air.

Amelia breathed a sigh of relief, the elf was getting more and more frightening recently.

Did he recover a little memory?

Before, Amelia dared to rush to hit him on the head and pull his ears. She didn't know when she suddenly stopped.

After all, there is a difference between gods and humans.

Even if Alfonso hadn't remembered the memory of being a god, just a little power leaked inadvertently was enough to make mortals shudder.

She... shouldn't she prepare early?

Amelia lowered her head and thought, feeling a little discomfort all over her body being sticky. She raised her hand and rubbed the corner of her eye, and suddenly found someone standing behind her.

"!" She was taken aback, turned around abruptly, and found that she didn't know when she appeared here.

"What, what?" She stammered a little.

The white/elf looked down at her, a pair of gilded eyes shining brightly, in this dark and narrow city, it dispelled the light of the whole body like the sun.

and many more.

Golden?Amelia was suddenly shocked.

White/elf's eye color, isn't it silver?

She keenly sensed something was wrong, turned around and wanted to run, pressing her warm palm on her shoulders, as if she was pressing a huge stone, pressing the girl tightly in place and unable to move.

The tentacles quickly rushed forward, and the open blood basin full of mucus was about to swallow him directly. He was pinched by the white/elf, and the tentacles turned into a black mist and dissipated.

"Who the hell are you?" Amelia stood stiff with her neck stifling, her heart chills.

Bai/elf smiled before saying a word, the cold golden pupils flowed with an intoxicating smile, white jade-like fingers provoked the girl's blood-stained jaw, and sighed like annoyed: "Well, although the soft-hearted child is very Cute, but I hope you can be colder occasionally."

Amelia:???

What are you talking about?Why can't I understand?She wanted to open her mouth to speak, but her mouth seemed to be stuck and couldn't open it.

"Remember next time, you can't be soft on tools."

The smiley face of Bai/elf is getting closer, and the face that looks even more beautiful after vividness comes closer, and the palm covers her eyes.

Amelia's eyes were pitch black, and a heavy sleepiness surged up, pulling her into a dark dream.

At the last moment when she lost consciousness, she heard the voice of Bai/elf sighing: "Go to sleep, tomorrow will be a good weather."

The dilapidated church.

The tentacle was busy buckling things from the cracks in the floor tiles, and Alfonso urged it impatiently: "Hurry up."

The tentacles squeaked loudly, and the whole body swelled dozens of times, making a tiger pounce, rushing into the floor tiles with a thump, arching a piece of land away, and finding a little bit of remaining flesh and blood.

Alfonso pinched his nose and sniffed it. The disgusting stench was indeed correct.

He didn't delay any more, and threw the flesh and blood to the tentacles. In a flash, he had already walked hundreds of meters. The tentacles were chasing hard behind them, but the elf speeded up quietly and gradually opened the distance.

He has a bad feeling in his heart.

The premonition of the gods is about the definite future, and is usually not groundless.

Alfonso hadn't thought of this yet, but the stronger feeling in his heart prompted him to keep speeding up, and finally returned to his place after a few breaths.

The smell of blood still remained in the air, and there was a row of small blood footprints on the ground.

But the place where the girl was sitting cross-legged was empty.

There was only a faintly familiar smell, which was clear and thin, and disappeared as soon as the wind blew.