Chapter 158: Dark Rebirth "How can this be" The situation took a sharp turn for the worse, and Oscar was at a loss.
Whenever he fought, he could always feel the attention of the gods, feel the constant flow of power into his body, he was a paladin blessed by the gods, and he could keep fighting and always be at his peak as long as he wanted to.
He is the darling of the gods However, why do you feel tired now, he feels that the connection with the gods has been severed, and the evil aura is full of all around, as a paladin bathed in light, this negative energy has a great impact on him, and he can no longer exert his full combat strength.
Jedi slapped his spear away and slammed it into his chest.
With a "bang", Oscar staggered back, the clothes on his left chest had been torn, five scratches were visible, blood was gushing down, if it wasn't for his fast retreat, Jedi's palm could almost pull out his heart.
"Kemal, come and help me" The arrogant Oscar Knight finally bowed his noble head and sent a signal for help to his companion.
Kemal, the black-robed man beside him, was once the chief of guard of the Teutonic patriarch, and from the moment Oscar was born as the favorite son of the Duke of Teutonic and the first heir of the family, Kemal was appointed as his protector.
Oscar studied culture, etiquette, and magic with Archbishop Kaspersky, and his martial arts were taught by the loyal chief of the guard.
Oscar is extremely talented, and his martial arts skills are now in the blue, but Kemal's chief guard is only slightly inferior to him.
Like many big families, no matter how loving his father is, he is always strict, but the people who are ordered to protect him are more spoiled than educated, so the young masters and the retinue that have been inseparable since childhood have a deeper relationship than father and son.
Kemal's chief of guard was Oscar's most trusted and valued person, and he was the one who hijacked the Picasso siblings and supported Oscar's duel with Jede.
Oscar gave an order, Kemal's chief guard immediately drew his sword and rushed forward, and Jedi saw that the two were going to join forces, and while ordering the phantom Betty to immediately summon the undead to help in the battle, he quickly pounced and clasped one claw on Oscar's chest.
The two joined forces, and he really had no certainty of victory, and he had to expand the results as soon as possible.
Oscar flashed to the side, his spear crossed, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He admits that Jedi's martial arts skills are a few points better than him, but he and Kemal join forces, and Jedi will never be an opponent.
Since he was a child, he practiced martial arts under the guidance of Kemal's chief guard, and the cooperation between the two was very tacit.
He didn't dodge much, he knew that Kemal's sword would come out from that direction, stopping Jedi's attack.
A war spear, a sharp sword, long and short, both offensive and defensive, Jedi will die here today.
Kemal's sword did make up for his empty position, but unexpectedly, an inexplicable force came from behind at the same time, and he pushed the back of his waist, and this time his body that had flashed outward drew a lone line and fell to the right side of Jedi Saker.
The distance between the two men suddenly narrowed, the three-meter-long spear was useless, Oscar's eyes widened in horror, and a terrible wolf claw appeared in his pupils, and the wolf claw disappeared into his heart like lightning, deep to his wrist Jedi was stunned Oscar was stunned Stunned for a moment, Oscar roared like a thunderbolt, and the war gun in his hand was pulled back suddenly, and Jedi immediately retreated, only to see Oscar's war gun pointed diagonally into the air, and slammed down, Jedi noticed that there was a round shadow at Oscar's feet, and it was that shadow that was pierced by the hilt.
With a bang, the moment the hilt of the gun touched the ground, the round shadow suddenly floated to his left side, and Kemal, who attacked him with his sword, also swayed and disappeared.
"Karala" shook the mountains for a while, and Oscar's shot with all his fighting spirit contained infinite power, centered on the stabbing place of the hilt, and the snake-like cracks quickly spread and expanded in all directions, and the qi sprayed out from the ground, like the sigh of death, and a strange roar from the bottom of the rift.
The round black shadow stood up like a pillar, and it was turbulent for a while, turning into the appearance of a person, and it was Kemal who had just raised his sword to stab.
The tremor of the ground stopped, and Oscar stood there, with his gun in one hand, his blond hair fluttering, his eyes burning like lightning, and he was like a god, but he was dead Jedi looked at his right hand, the wolf's paw had regained its human appearance, and in the palm of his hand, he held a red heart, which was still contracting vigorously, and Jedi's ears seemed to be able to hear the beating sound of "tom".
"He's dead," Jedi couldn't believe it.
"Everybody dies, it's no different if it's early or late," Kemal's chief guard smiled, putting away his sword.
Jedi suddenly noticed that his eyes were glowing a faint dark red, exactly the same color as the strange moon in the sky.
"You did it" Looking at his weird smiling eyes, Jedi suddenly understood in his heart.
No wonder Oscar suddenly lost the protection of God, no wonder he highlighted his faint moves, and rushed over to fight in close quarters with a three-meter battle gun in his hand, giving himself a chance to take advantage of.
"Hehe, you were the one who took his life, and no one can change this fact.
Oscar, a proud son of heaven, he shouldn't have died so much, shouldn't we feel sorry for him?"
"Who are you?"
said Jedey, looking directly at him, losing his heart, which, no matter how noble and illustrious he was, was still covered with dust when it fell to the ground, like a piece of pork that had fallen off a board.
A rotting, crawling maggot hand stretched out from the crack in the ground, and it grabbed Oscar's heart, and then a disgusting rotting corpse's head poked out, as if he had snatched the most delicious thing in the world, and he only leaned out half of his body, and before he could get out of the ground, he opened his mouth and chewed it.
"Whoa, hiss", all kinds of strange cries sounded, and in the cemetery, in the cracks of the ground, there were shadows, and skeletons, zombies, and carrion began to burrow out of the ground and gather behind Kemal.
Those who have been dead for a long time have become skeletons, and those who have recently died, the carrion on their faces is still peeling off, emitting an unpleasant stench.
It is not known how many corpses have been buried in this large cemetery for hundreds of years, and there are some ghosts floating in the middle.
The dead were civilians and warriors, and the zombies and skeletons that were originally warriors were still holding the shields and swords they used in their lifetimes, and they were rusty.
"Wait, Betty, don't summon the undead," Jeddy told Betty with his mind.
He remembered that Cleo had said that he had planted a nail in the side of the Duke of Teuton, and he suspected that it was the man in front of him, and that if that was the case, he would be friend or foe, and could not hurt him.
"Oh, master, I am mourning for the handsome Oscar Knight, and I did not summon the spirits of the dead."
"What" Jedi was taken aback, and his sharp gaze shot at the mysterious black-robed man in front of him: "Who the hell are you to identify yourself?"
Kemal smiled, "Don't you recognize me, dear Jedi Saker, do I recognize you, the president of the First Bank of the Duchy of Norman, who has become the lieutenant general of the First Army of the Empire, this change is unbelievable.
Oh, of course, now that I'm changing, hey, hey, hey, hey" Skeletons, zombies, and ghosts began to gather behind him, and the situation was indescribably strange, and his words were full of evil.
"I really want to thank you, Jedi Sackl, otherwise I wouldn't have become as strong as I am today," Kemal said with open arms and a smile.
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After a closer look, Jedi still couldn't sense a familiar smell in this person, he shook his head and said, "As long as I have met people, I will never forget that I don't recognize you" As soon as Kemal heard Yang Tian laugh, the zombies and skeletons behind him also opened their mouths and laughed up to the sky.
But those undead don't have vocal cords, they can't make sounds, they just silently look up to the sky and open their mouths wide.
Under the quiet moonlight, in addition to Kemal's laughter, there was a "click" sound, which was the sound of the upper and lower jaws of the skeletons colliding together, and the extremely strange scene and gloomy atmosphere rippled silently, enveloping the entire cemetery, making people's hearts chill for a while.
A flash of inspiration flashed in Jedi's mind, and he suddenly thought of a person, the only dark mage he knew "Astimus" "What kind of place is this?"
As soon as Picasso woke up, he immediately asked.
As soon as the words came out, they echoed in the empty space.
Picasso was tied to the cross and looked around and asked.
Next to him was another iron cross, tied to his sister Sallyster.
He tried, and the handcuffs and shackles that bound them were made of Mithril, the hardest metal, and they simply didn't have the strength to break free.
There was a candle burning in the gloomy room, and a well-dressed man sat there, the candle shining on his face.
He didn't look like a guard, he was dressed in a nice gentleman's dress, a black tuxedo, a snow-white shirt, and a delicate bow tie, although it didn't fit well.
If he holds not a sword in his hand, but a baton, his melancholy temperament is simply the reincarnation of Chopin, the greatest musician in the history of the empire.
"This is a tomb of the living dead" "Musician" replied in an elegant tone, still wiping the shiny sword in his hand earnestly, without raising his head.
Picasso looked at his sister, her head was slightly tilted, as if she hadn't woken up yet, Picasso lowered his voice and complimented: "Mr.
Tomb of the Living Dead, what are you, your elegant temperament, just like an artist, no, no, no, just like a musician, I think it's similar to the master Chopin hanging in the Imperial Palace Museum, you are not a kidnapper, right?"
"Of course not, how could I do such a thing" The "musician" raised his head, his temperament was still so melancholy, and suddenly he smiled at Picasso, and Picasso's heart was furious.
"My name is Yi Feng, sad Yi Feng, I am a general" "General Yifeng" Picasso was taken aback: "You are still alive" General Yi Feng's expression quickly changed to sadness: "Yes, I'm still alive, but I'm no longer a general, I'm just a living dead man now, it's a sad Yi Feng, a sad Yi Feng" Suddenly, his face became hideous, he clenched his fists, waved and jumped up: "God is unfair, the grievances are unspeakable, no matter how great Chopin is, he can't play out my Yifeng's sadness."
As soon as he jumped up, the long sword resting on his lap fell to the ground with a "clang", and the crazy General Yi Feng suddenly came to his senses, immediately bent down to pick up his long sword, took out a long white cloth and carefully wiped it.
Picasso realized that this General Yifeng's nerves were a little abnormal, and the cloth he wiped the sword did not look like a sword cloth, and after looking carefully for a long time, he recognized that it was actually a shroud, and he couldn't help but feel a chill.
The vacancy he took over in the city defense army was Yi Feng's position, and the former senior officer was said to be a gentle and elegant officer, and had an excellent reputation in the army.
As a subordinate nobleman, he was not contaminated with the luxurious living habits of other nobles, and loved his wife alone.
However, more than a year ago, there was a vacancy for a major general in the city defense army, and Yi Feng and his friend, another lieutenant officer, Teutonic Luren, became candidates, and in order to win this position, he assassinated his friend, and after the defeat, he fled in panic, and was chased out of the city by General Oscar, throwing a war gun, and dying through his heart.
Picasso had heard of his deeds in the army, and when he saw him sitting in front of him alive, he was naturally horrified.
Picasso was thinking about it, when he suddenly felt that someone was looking at him, and with his eyes slightly to the side, he saw that Sally had woken up, and when he saw him looking, he immediately winked at him, and then closed his eyes, as if he had fainted again.
Picasso's heart moved, and he mustered up the courage to say to this crazy general: "General Yifeng, I have heard of your name, you didn't arrest us at this time, why are you staying here?"
As soon as Yi Feng raised his head, he showed that stupid smile again: "Because this is my home, the master wants me to watch you."
Your friend should be brought in quickly, but he is not as lucky as you, he will be a corpse, because the Master does not like him. ” Picasso's eyes shrank: "Use us as bait to lure Jedi out, who is the master of the people who are the Dukes of Teuton?"
Yi Feng had a stiff neck, tilted his head to look at him, his eyes were confused and empty, and suddenly he yelled at Picasso: "Who is the Teuton, who is the Teuton, who do you say is the Teutonian?"
The more he spoke, the more excited he became, almost crazy, and he jumped up and pounced, and with a "bang", the long sword he had just wiped fell to the ground again.
Yi Feng pounced over and grabbed Picasso's collar, twisted his face, his eyes flashed with crazy light, and said: "The Teutons family, sad and shameless, I have always been clean and self-loving, how can I be a lackey of the Teutons" Picasso was grabbed by his collar, and he couldn't breathe, so he had to nod again and again, and said with difficulty: "Yes, yes, how can General Yifeng be a member of the Teutonic family, it's me, I and I are wrong."
Yi Feng snorted heavily, muttering a repetition of the Teutonic family's despicable obscenity, his expression began to ease and slowly loosened his collar.
Picasso breathed a sigh of relief, and as if he suddenly remembered something, Yi Feng turned around, picked up the long sword like a baby, and wiped it with pity on his face.
Picasso has a lotus tongue, and he doesn't know how many people he has deceived, but today he really doesn't know how to open his mouth in front of a moody madman.
After hesitating for a while, he asked, "General Yi Feng, who is the master you are talking about, and why did he ask you to take care of us?"
"Shhhhhhh ” "You are still alive because the master values you very much, he said that your roots and bones are very good, and your martial arts foundation is also good, I believe that after his transformation, you will be better than his current puppet."
"The puppet" remembered that monster that was neither human nor ghostly, and Miss Sallist, who was secretly trying to get rid of the restraints, couldn't help but change slightly.
She couldn't hold back any longer, and asked, "Who are you, since you are not from the Duke of Teuton, why do you treat us like this?"
Yi Feng put the sword back into the scabbard, stood up with a smile, bowed to her politely, and said, "Dear lady, I said it, I am Yi Feng, the captain of the Imperial City Defense Army, and the master, like me, is also a poor person. ” He sighed with self-pity and self-pity: "Sad people have no other embrace."
The brother and sister looked at each other, and this neurotic spoke upside down, and it seemed that he didn't want to ask anything from his mouth.
Unexpectedly, the two of them stopped asking, but he said to himself: "I was shot in the chest by Oscar, I was destined to die, and it was the master who saved me."
He wants to deal with the Holy Cult of Light, I want to take revenge on the Teutonic family, we are willing, from then on, I have been waiting for the opportunity in this dark place, boil, boil, boil" Picasso couldn't hold back and interrupted him: "If that's the case, you shouldn't be against us, we are the same Duke of Teuton, you might as well join us."
Don't you want to be promoted to major general, Jiedi is now a celebrity in front of His Majesty, as long as you make great contributions, not only can you be reinstated, but it is also easy to be promoted to major general."
"Shut up for me" Yi Feng suddenly went crazy again, he trembled with excitement, and gritted his teeth and said: "I don't want to be promoted, I don't care about the position of that major general, I don't care at all, you understand, you understand Teutonic Luren is a member of the Tiao family, I can't compete with him, I'm still a little self-aware, understand" "Don't get excited, don't get excited, because that's what people in the city say, I'm just reprinting it" Picasso saw that he was holding the hilt of the sword, and the cold light of the blade loomed between the gaps in the scabbard, for fear of angering him, and hurriedly persuaded him.
"Spreading rumors irresponsibly is an unforgivable sin and should be" As soon as Yi Feng said this, he heard an earth-shattering shout, and the sound penetrated the thick tomb wall, and reached the ground, and clearly reached their ears.
There was a violent shaking in the tomb, and even the stone walls cracked.
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Picasso hoped that this shaking would break the cross that bound him, but unfortunately although the shaking was violent, it was only for a moment, and it soon calmed down, Yi Feng stood firm against the wall, and his eyes slowly became fanatical: "What happened, what happened, what happened, it must have been successful, it must have been successful."
Captain Yi Feng suddenly drew his long sword, waved it in the air continuously, and laughed like a madman: "He's dead, he's dead, he's dead, he's definitely dead" Picasso and Sallyster's hearts sank: "Who is dead but Jedi, who else can be so powerful, what tricks did they use, although Jedi's art industry is unfathomable, but if someone hits him with such a huge movement, then can he still live?"
Picasso looked up at his sister, only to see that her cheeks were pale and her eyes were already a little frozen.
"He's dead, I have to go and see, I have to go and see it myself, hahaha" The sad madman laughed so merrily, he laughed wildly and turned around, and when he saw Picasso and Sallist, who were tied to the iron cross, he suddenly calmed down again, he put his sword in his sheath, straightened his top hat, walked up to Picasso, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a deep tone: " It's been more than a year, in addition to the master, all I deal with is a puppet and a bunch of skeletons, and it's fate that we can meet here today, and I must tell you something. ” "Uh, okay, you say, I'll listen to you."
General Yi Feng looked left and right, lowered his voice, and said very mysteriously: "I can see that you are a person who attaches great importance to friendship, and I believe that friends are good, but you must not have the heart of harming others, and you must not have the heart of guarding against others."
"You mean" "You have to remember, if you go out of tolerance, don't leave your wife in the care of a friend, that is, holding a red apricot to send out of the wall, if your friend is very powerful, you will be even more miserable, you will be splashed with sewage, and you will never be able to wash it away, remember, you must remember, this is a golden word":