The spear that Pirimas turned into was blocked by "Pale Justice", and he felt the power equivalent to the legendary realm for the Demon King, so he instantly retreated, revealing his body full of pus, squinting at Natasha, who seemed to be shaking even on her feet, and spit out word by word: "Your bloodline has a mutation, and the heavier the injury, the stronger the strength" Natasha didn't speak again, clenched the long sword in front of Lucian, it seemed that this mutated bloodline ability was also suppressed by the toxin of Pirimas, so that the power she regenerated continued to flow rapidly, so she couldn't attack, she could only try to defend first.
Moreover, the toxin-infected wound in her abdomen was difficult to heal, and the massive blood loss also caused her body to be weak.
Pirimas's voice was raised, he seemed very nervous, full of tyrannical emotions: "Spell triggering, magic items are stressed to produce defense, bloodline ability mutation, can't you two let me kill it too hateful, too disgusting, what's the use of you resisting, isn't it the same as being killed by me to save some time, isn't it good for everyone" Lucien was like a person who couldn't drink alcohol after drinking three bottles of Rice, his brain was dull and slow, and he couldn't think of a way to deal with it, let alone cast magic, and he could only vaguely feel that the power of the curse was converging from the lungs and stomach to the vicinity of the neck with the help of blood, and then spread to his brain through the neck, and this curse power seemed to have begun to affect the body's functions, except for the left hand, the rest of the body gradually showed signs of weakness.
"No, we must find a way out of this drunken condition, or we will definitely die."
"You must not give up waiting for rescue to save yourself, then 99.99 percent will die before reinforcements arrive."
"Natasha is dangerous" Confusion of thoughts crossed Lucian's mind, and he waved them feebly, trying to grasp the inspiration to get out of his predicament.
At some point, Pirimas had two more dagger-sized swords in his hand, and they were covered with a dark green rotting liquid that dripped onto the ground from time to time, staining an area black and corrupting.
"It's all your lack of cooperation, and you will be punished," Pirimas said angrily, and then began a stormy attack at a speed that Lucien could not catch, and the surrounding area gradually became a wriggling black, a twisted dark green, and a disgusting yellow, leaving everyone who entered the area under the pressure of curses, toxins, and diseases.
This is a semi-illusory will realm that only a ninth-level Golden Knight can have.
Considering the "pale justice" in Natasha's hands, Pirimas did not attack head-on, but relied on the suppression of the speed and will domains, constantly looking for gaps in Natasha's swordsmanship, and then the two stabbing swords pierced a wound with a needle.
Although Natasha has the ability to mutate the bloodline that grows stronger the more she is injured, her own strength is far inferior to that of Pirimas, and she is infested by the "Kiss of Powerlessness", so it is good to be able to play one-third of her own level, so she can't keep up with the speed of Pirimas at all, and can only wield a long sword for passive defense.
The first ten seconds were okay, Natasha relied on the airtight defense and "pale justice" to suppress the demon bloodline and the evil realm, barely blocking the attack of the "Venom Demon", but as time went by, the effect of the "Kiss of Powerlessness" became more and more obvious, her strength gradually declined, and there were many loopholes in the sword curtain, and Pirimas seized the opportunity to cut the hunting suit, tore the skin, rotted the muscles, and there were shocking wounds on her body one after another.
Relying on the stimulation brought by the wound, Natasha's strength regained a little, but her breathing became heavier and heavier, like a very tight bow, and she didn't know when it would break.
Suddenly, Pirimas dodged Pale Justice and bullied her in a strange posture with his back towards Natasha, slamming his right elbow back and hitting her right in the chest.
The sound of rows of ribs breaking sounded, and Natasha's mouth gushed with silver-purple blood, and she only had time to return the sword with a slash, blocking Pirimas's next attack and flying upside down, crashing into the wall next to Lucian.
With a bang, the walls of the secret room shrouded in the magic array appeared one after another.
Fearing that he would be slashed by the "legendary sword" that clearly restrained the demonic bloodline, Pirimas did not exhaust his opponent with a single move until he died, as he had done in the past, but instead prioritized his own protection from being touched by the "pale justice", if it weren't for this, Natasha would have died at his hands.
"You shouldn't be able to stand up now," Pirimas said excitedly and bloodthirstyly, and then roared nervously, "You, what are you doing standing up and lying down and let me kill" Lucien watched Natasha beside him stand up with difficulty, drops of blood mixed with sweat dripping on the ground, covered with rotten scars, but he still unswervingly raised his long sword and made a gesture of protection, and his heart suddenly became sour.
"Unless I die, you can't get past me."
Under the severe injury, Natasha's voice was not so weak, but the weakened condition did not change substantially.
Lucien hated his powerlessness very much at this time, and in the case of not being able to use his mental power, he could only be regarded as half a great knight, and he could not insert himself into a high-level battle at all.
"We have to get out of this predicament" "It is necessary to restore the use of mental power" "If you want to recover your mental strength, you must first remove the curse."
"How to get rid of the curse" Lucian's head was bloodshot, his mind sluggish, and he felt the power of the curse rush through his neck.
"I declare, the object of my greatest hatred has changed from a mage to you, this kind of mutant bloodline that gets stronger and stronger the more injured it is, it's too disgusting" Pirimas burst into a rage, but this did not affect his strength in the slightest, on the contrary, it became more bloodthirsty and crazy.
The angry mental mood and chaotic bloodline characteristics did not make Pirimas lose his basic knightly judgment, and he still relied on his speed and agility to attack like a storm just now, bullying Natasha to protect Lucien, bullying her for her lack of strength and difficulty in moving.
Silvery purple blood trickled to the ground, and Lucien felt like hearing the countdown to Natasha's life, and a sense of despair and self-hatred arose.
But for Lucian, this despair was accompanied not by giving up, but by reflexive unyieldingness, and the spirit of never giving up was integrated into his soul from the moment the symphony of fate was played.
Emotions such as irritability, anxiety, despair, and self-loathing disappeared, and even though Lucian's brain was still in a state of "drunkenness", numb and sluggish, he regained a little ability to think because of the lack of negative emotions.
"The power of the curse seems to affect the body and soul by affecting the brain" "It merges with the blood of the body, has a steady stream of follow-up power, and then uses the neck as a bridge to enter the brain, and sooner or later, my mental power will be completely crushed, and I will enter a drunken dream, which may be what Pirimas said, the longer it drags on, the better the effect."
After analyzing the effects of the curse with difficulty, Lucien couldn't find a solution to it, because it required magic to lift the curse, and now he was suppressed by the curse, making it difficult to perform magic, so he fell into an endless loop.
"Is there any other way" Lucien examined his body, and found that only his left hand still had any strength left.
"Left Hand" "It is not affected by the power of the curse" Lucian's deep pupils dilated At this time, with a bang, Natasha was hit against the wall again by Pirimas, but the soundproofing of the secret room and the defense of the magic array made the nobles outside unnoticed.
Slipping off the wall, Natasha held the ground with her left hand and wanted to stand up, but her wrist suddenly weakened, and the whole person fell down again with a snap, and a powerless sadness emanated.
But Natasha didn't give up, she was still trying, even if Pirimas had already come over, she didn't interrupt her insistence, she would die anyway, and she had to work hard again before she really closed her eyes "Wow, get up, you do, I'm going to see if you can get up again," Pirimas shouted in glee, mocking Natasha's powerless struggle.
Then he turned his head to look at Lucian, pressed his left hand to his chest, and bowed slightly: "Let's go to hell for both of you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up two bayonets and stabbed them at Lucian and Natasha's heads.
Lucien staggered his left hand, but the bayonet was already in front of him, and everything seemed to be coming to an end.
At this moment, with a bang, Natasha's figure appeared again in front of Lucian, the wounds on her body were so hideous, and her feet were so vain, but there seemed to be a spiritual strength that made her stand up and block Pirimas's two stabbing swords with "pale justice".
Natasha's long purple hair had been torn apart and wavy behind her, covering her blood-stained face, making it impossible to see her eyes.
Such a scene left a deep impression on Lucian, but he didn't have time to think about it so much, and his left hand slammed into force.
Pirimas shouted angrily, "You can still stand up" "Don't break your bones, don't fall" Natasha seemed to be shouting with her soul, but her power was too bad for the mutated bloodline to make up for it, and the "pale justice" showed a tendency to sag.
At this time, Pirimas's eyes widened, and he saw Lucien behind Natasha, the five fingers of his left hand were opened, and he slammed into his neck, and blood gushed out, spilling Natasha's back.
"Is he going to kill himself?"
The pain, the unimaginable severe pain of the nerves made Lucien almost roll in pain, but fortunately he had no strength in his whole body.
Holding back the pain and not pursuing precision, Lucien's five fingers of his left hand moved as if he was about to break something, and the cursed power that surged into his brain disappeared as soon as it touched the silver moon and the breath of the mysterious existence of the necromantic realm.
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The "Kiss of Powerlessness" itself is at the level of level nine, but the toxin has been neutralized, and the remaining curse power is naturally difficult to exist in front of the "God's Left Hand".
Streams of black gas rushed out of Lucian's neck like a snake and dissipated into the air.
The central nervous system was broken, and Lucien couldn't feel the parts below his head at all at this time, but for a magician, as long as the head was still there and the soul was still there, then everything was still there The spiritual power surged like a hurricane at sea, and the cursed power without backup retreated one after another, suppressed into a corner, and was close to collapse.
"He has a problem with his left hand" Seeing the black gas disappear, Pirimas became alert, and he didn't care about killing Natasha first, trying to bypass her magician to solve the trouble.
However, he didn't care too much, a magician who only had the level of six or seven rings might not be able to break his semi-illusory will realm But then he saw Lucien draw his left hand, and heard a voice that was not like a human in his mouth: "Soul Imprisonment":