The Whispering Verses Chapter 2255: Silver Moon VS Death (please vote for more updates)

Facing the August priest who spoke expressionlessly, Vincent Taylor subconsciously took a step back. Even if he was just an ordinary person, he had already felt the threat of death, but he didn't understand what the old man in front of him would do. Threaten yourself.

So Priest August stretched his right hand toward his side. Dark mist surged from his palm, and then the black mist extended up and down until it turned into a sharp black sickle.

Thumbacary - [Deathbringer's Scythe], Shade heard him mention this when he asked Priest August about the thaumaturgy of death last year. The effect of thaumaturgy is to summon a spiritual weapon. Although Shade already had the [Moonlight Great Sword] at the time, he still thought this thaumaturgy was very handsome. However, because the ritual materials were too expensive, he did not choose to learn it.

Priest August, who was promoted to the fourth ring from Green Lake, has obviously mastered this thaumaturgy. The moment the dark scythe appeared, the frightened Taylor had already fallen to the ground. The scythe aroused his deepest fear of death. His legs spasmed due to fear made him lose the last chance to escape:

"I, you"

He couldn't even finish his sentence. Priest August turned the sickle so that the sharp and slender blade faced downward:

"I'm sorry, young man, all mortals are mortal, I hope we can meet in death."

The dancing sickle left dark traces of light in the air. Vincent Taylor only felt a chill on his scalp. In extreme panic, with the sound of "clang", he was completely frightened and fainted.

For this reason, he did not see the silver sword and the black sickle colliding together above his head, nor did he see the silver light chips and black light splashing in all directions.

The surface of the silver sword is attached with complex rune chains, and the simple sword blade complements the moonlight. The moonlight sword blocked the scythe of death. Priest August looked doubtfully at Shade who blocked his fatal blow:

"Detective, what do you mean?"

He stared at Shade’s serious face:

"Didn't we discuss it before? If this person's prejudice can no longer be cured, we will get rid of him."

The priest did not take away his scythe when he spoke, and Shade naturally still held the sword in his hand:

"Priest, don't you feel something is wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

The priest was puzzled, and the wind blew through their clothes, but no one cared about it.

"Priest, when I first met you last summer, although you were like the doctors said, always thinking about things in a bad direction, you were still compassionate to the world on the whole. I just met you last year. You wouldn’t set a trap to kill an ordinary person after a few simple conversations.”

Shad lowered his eyes and looked at Mr. Taylor who was stunned and fainted on the ground:

"What does this person's life and death have to do with me? I don't care whether he is dead or alive, after all, I don't know him. What I care about is your situation, priest, do you really feel that you are acting so decisively at this moment? No problem?"

[Moonlight Great Sword] The ancient rune strings on the sword exude light visible to the naked eye even in the daytime. The wind blows through the forest, and in the rustling sound of leaves and branches rubbing against each other, Priest August is very sure. Said to Shade:

"Detective, people always change. I understand what you mean, you still doubt that it was those skeletons that influenced me. But you see, now the elements in my body have regained balance, spiritually There is no restlessness in the circulation, and I no longer have any problems."

"If you think that because a person's elements and spirit are fine, you think there must be nothing wrong with his psychology, then the doctor would have gone to drink the northwest wind."

Shade gave Dr. Schneider’s profession as an example. Priest August shook his head slightly:

"Detective, when did you become such a soft-hearted person? He has been infected by the relics, and there is a probability of more than 99% that he cannot be cured. Killing him now is the best choice. We don't have to do it for There is a one percent chance of risking more people being infected by the relic. Is there something wrong with me or with you?"

Shad is very sure that there is nothing wrong with him, because he really doesn’t mind killing people, he minds such decisive actions:

"Priest, let me say it again, I don't care whether he lives or dies. I care about your question. Death still erodes you too much. From your perspective, when you look at the world, is it really Is it so dark? Tell me, priest, what you just said to him about the weakness of human nature and the shortcomings of living creatures are from your inner thoughts."

Xia De asked again, and Priest August nodded:

"Yes, do you think that one day people will understand each other?"

"Of course not. The doctor explained to me not long ago that the distance between human hearts that is almost touching is the farthest distance in the world. I agree that human nature has shortcomings, but priest, this is not The reason why we want to kill him is that his prejudice is also affecting us and expanding the dark side of our hearts. You have been affected, priest."

The sickle in Priest August’s hand is exerting force, and the black mist surging around the sickle is trying to overwhelm the light of the silver moon:

"No, Detective, I'm not biased."

"Then please tell me——"

Shad’s free left hand pointed at the old priest’s chest:

"Since returning from Green Lake, have you really not had any prejudice against the living in the hearts of the dead?"

Clang!

The sickle blocked the long sword, and then the two clashed in the air again. Compared to just now, this time the old priest was unusually angry:

"Detective, are your words a little too much?"

"Priest, I want you to answer my question. Tell me, do you still have the prejudice of the dead against the living in your heart? Are you standing in that cold place, laughing at those warm creatures?"

Priest Augustus seemed to refuse to answer this question, because he closed his mouth and took a step back with his sickle in hand, and then disappeared into the forest in a black mist.

Shad stood next to Vincent Taylor who fainted from fright, with the silver moonlight sword in his hand pointing to the ground. He closed his eyes and tried his best to feel, then turned around and slashed suddenly. The moonlight left a dreamy light and shadow in the air, and the big sword broke the death scythe in the hand of Priest August.

He turned his head to avoid the fragments of the sickle blade, and made a hand seal with his right hand. The golden [Seaton Seal] shield erupted from his body blocked the priest's outstretched finger, and allowed the expanded spherical shield to force the priest. Taking two steps back:

"Detective, I have always found it incredible. Your talent for thaumaturgy of the sun and moon is really amazing."

Shad did not answer this sentence. After taking the initiative to cancel the Heaton Seal, the dark chain in his sleeve shot at Priest August's right hand, but he casually knocked the chain away:

"The power of mortal sin is of no use to me."

The charred black feathers fell from the sky, and the death power brought by the half-charred white wings spread out from the back of Priest Augustus directly caused the leaves of all the trees in a small area nearby to change from emerald green to green in an instant. Withered and yellow.

He seemed to be serious. The moment his wings fluttered and his feet lifted off the ground, a circle of ripples appeared on the original ground. Then the sky dimmed and the trees disappeared one after another. As the ripples spread, the uneven ground gradually turned towards the dark water. The temperature in the summer morning suddenly dropped, until white mist came out of the mouth every time I breathed.

The sound and light sources completely disappeared in the darkness and silence. Above the calm black water, the "angel" with spread wings showed the appearance of not only Rat Augustus, but also a third of the illusory skeleton and the old man. The priest's body overlapped, but it only lasted for a moment.

This is not a mythical lock, but something similar. The advantage of the field gave the ascended Priest Augustus greater power, allowing him with only four rings to equal Shade's level in terms of total spiritual energy.

He knew how powerful Shade was. Even if he didn't intend to fight to the death but just fight, he couldn't relax.

The black water took shape in the dead silence. Priest Augustus thought that the fight between the two sides trying to persuade each other had just begun, but when he raised his head to look at Shade's position, he found that Shade had not tried to move at all.

He stood calmly on the dark water. As he opened his arms forward, the half-sunken silver moon slowly appeared behind him.

The silent moonlight made the outline of Shade's body seem to glow, and when the moonlight shone into Priest August's eyes, the old priest was stunned.

There was no ripple on the water, but there was no sound either. The angel in the sky and the young man on the water looked at each other as if they were about to embrace him. The scene was like an oil painting and lasted forever.

The gentle moonlight gradually melted the cold heart infected by death. When the moonlight completely illuminated the face of Priest Augustus, his wings and his appearance at this moment, the angel looked towards the moon. The young man lowered his head and then slowly fell into the water.

The wings were retracted, and when his feet touched the water, the water turned back into a solid forest floor. Trees appeared around me one by one, and the wind in the forest also returned at this time, but it still couldn't dissipate the undetectable coldness.

The silver moon also disappeared behind Shade. He stood there and looked at the priest. The priest slowly came to him. He wanted to kneel down but was supported by Shade:

"Priest, what do you mean?"

"The Angel of Death eventually turned into a skeleton. I'm afraid there is a reason. It probably went crazy after the ancient **** left."

The dark moon seemed to have given Priest August some inspiration. He raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him, clearly feeling that what he was seeing was the newborn moon:

"Yes, I think I am still affected by the power of death. I seemed to have entered a dead end in my thoughts just now, and I only felt that I understood it when I saw the moon behind you. You woke up Joey... Barton, your moon also illuminates me.

Detective, I'm sorry to make you laugh. At my age, I still act so impulsively. I know why you stopped me from killing him. I can no longer see the world from the perspective of death. ”

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