The Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/Chapter 008  Super harvest

Mishir looked at the giant scorpion behind him and the knights fighting against the giant scorpion. The brown giant scorpion was like a demon crawling out of hell, waving its huge sharp pliers, ruthlessly reaping the lives of the loyal knights.

Tyron is now separated from the battlefield by two sand dunes, and at night, he can only see the scorpion tail raised high and the sand and dust that is rolled up.

Humans are not born to be good at using night and darkness. Even if they are trained, they need to pay more to adapt to the dark environment.

The stars tonight are a little dim, which is even more unfavorable to the Knights' battle.

Lott hugged Michel, who was only nine years old, and ran wildly in a panic look. He didn't know if he could survive, but he had to let the only bloodline of the Roo family survive.

Suddenly, the sand in front of him inexplicably raised and quickly condensed into two dog-headed monsters holding giant axes.

Lot was startled and fell to the ground. When he got up, a strange syllable came to his ears, and a mysterious ancient spell appeared again. Two reborn sand guards formed in the sand vortex behind him.

"Huh... God Father is above..." Lot took a deep breath and stood up to protect Mishire.

They spoke from beginning to end the common language of the Western Continent, and Tyron could fully understand and communicate with them.

But he finally chose to remain silent because he was not a powerful immortal, and hiding himself completely was the safest way. Moreover, in the eyes of these Western Continental people, his image may not be better than giant scorpions... After comprehensive consideration, it is better to directly use the method of robbing.

The skill of summoning the sand guard has a twelve-hour interval. The first summoning was a period after night last night, and the day was his weak period, and he could not speak under the sand layer.

It's not too late to summon two sand guards now. His primary goal is not to fight against the giant scorpion, but to obtain the Misilver dagger.

Tyron controlled the guards to get up, because he saw Lott take out a silver dagger directly from the package on Michill's hand.

The dagger made Tyron feel a dangerous aura.

It can hurt itself and also damage Shawei. Simply put, it has a certain exorcist ability!

Tyron, who was less than twenty meters away from them, was a little hesitant. In terms of original intention, even if he had been a prince who had been superior for more than ten years, he would not want to do something like killing people and stealing things.

He could ignore these people dying in the desert, watch them being swallowed by monsters without any emotion, but let him take the initiative to kill these people who have no interaction with him... He was really a little hesitant.

In fact, it also emphasizes a person who comes first and comes later. If he was the fourth prince of the Emerald Empire for more than ten years and then reborn on the earth, even if he lives for a lifetime, he would not agree with the viewpoints such as life is precious and everyone is equal like normal modern people.

But when you think about it from another perspective, my short two lives and the final outcome... a resentment arose!

Resentment and hatred kept fermenting in the heart, and finally turned into a long breath.

Tyron suppressed his thoughts, then controlled one of the sand guards, wielded his axe and slashed towards Lott.

Lott was obviously not a well-trained warrior. When he saw Shawei attacking, he was shocked. He sat down on the ground, and the mitral dagger also landed on the sand.

The sand axe stopped at his forehead, and another sand guard picked up the dagger and sent it respectfully to Terron.

To be honest, things are always so wonderful in many cases. Tyron did a long time of psychological construction for himself, but he achieved his goal before he could even chop it down.

Tyron, wearing a crimson shadow cloak, appeared out of the air.

"Ah..." Michel screamed and hid behind Lot.

Lott also looked at Tyron who appeared out of thin air with horror on his face - at least in their opinion, Tyron appeared out of thin air.

"Who are you?" Lott asked after a moment.

Tyron, who was covered in a cloak, was much better at this moment. With an inexplicable mysterious aura, coupled with the four sand guards around him, this mysterious aura sets up to a new level.

Well...it's like a great evil magic.

Tyron didn't speak, and after getting the Misilian dagger, his eyes remained on Misheer.

Because just now, the system gave him a new prompt.

[System prompt: A pure body is detected nearby, which can be used for the host to resurrection. After reincarnation, all system functions will return to normal. Will the resurrection task be enabled?]

Resurrection? Tyron was stunned for a while, then asked the system a few more questions, and finally chose no.

First, the system can only help him resurrect himself and cannot untie the curse. You should know that Tyron's current immortal form is because of the power of curse! If the curse is not lifted and he will rashly recover to a living person, it may not be a good thing.

In addition, he may have to stay in the Bethel Desert for a long time and cultivate his own power. With the normal human body, it is a problem to survive in such a place with harsh living conditions!

Second, the resurrection of the system is actually similar to taking over a body.

Become a little girl of eight or nine years old? Then become king in the dangerous desert? Tyron felt that if he had such an idea, it would be better to go back to the underground ruins and lie down as a mummy!

However, the cursed immortal body limits the function of the system, which is a little troublesome. But compared with his own life and the future, the system is just a tool after all! He has an extremely clear understanding of this issue!

Also, the term pure person made Tayron care a little... Does pure person refer to physique? According to the previous life...wrong, it should be the experience of reading novels in the previous life, it should be magic physique, etc.

"Bang……"

A knight flew from behind and knocked the dog-headed sand guard holding the axe into a ball of loose sand. The axe hanging above his head disappeared, and Lott hurriedly pulled Michil and ran away.

Until the two disappeared on the back of another dune, Michelle's eyes never left Tyron, no one until he knew what she was thinking of writing.

The sand guards condensed and appeared again, while the knights on the sand had already died.

There are less than ten left in the thirty-man Knight team. It’s not that they don’t want to escape, but they don’t have a chance. As long as they turn around, they will be dead!

Tyron walked to the top of the dune and observed it. He wanted to judge if he had a chance to kill it. If not, then leave.

However, his risk factor is very low, so he is not in a hurry. No matter what aspect he is, he is not in the recipes of these giant monsters.

"That's it?"

Not far away, only Captain Knight and seven Knights were still struggling to support. Captain Knight stepped on the back of the giant scorpion and kept slashing. However, he could not cause substantial damage to it, but this was not the case in Tyron's eyes.

He saw a small strange mark on the giant scorpion, emitting a faint filthy light, which was invisible to living creatures.

The giant scorpion is a cursed magic creature. It does not grow to such a huge size normally. That should be its magic mark. If that mark is destroyed, can it be killed?

Thinking of this, Tyron looked at the Misilian dagger in his hand.

Let's fight!

He took out a black stone and quickly absorbed the dark magic power above. This was discovered by the sand guards from the materials sunk into the sand. Tyron was also wondering why they had such things, but he was able to absorb the power above and repair his body in a short time.

Gradually, under the crimson cloak, his dry and ugly yellow sand body became full.

Tyron felt his physical strength getting stronger and stronger, almost returning to his peak as a living person!

"What a feeling of nostalgia..." He stretched out his left hand, pulled the shadow cloak away, and swung it casually.

The dark yellow skin, without any cracks, a complete and angular face, and sharp eyes. At this moment, Tyron almost turned into a living person, but there was a slight difference in skin color.

He did not hesitate, and the moment when Shawei caught the cloak, he ran towards the giant scorpion like a gust of wind.

He didn't know what the black ** stone was, but the magic power on it was very thin and easily dissipated. So Tyron didn't have much time. He directly passed several knights and came to the back of the giant scorpion with his extremely agile and elegant skills.

As the only prince in the Emerald Empire who can control the Sword of the Monsters, his military power, not to mention his peers, is also the top in the entire empire. Unfortunately, his level in government affairs is much worse, which makes the emperor very disappointed. Otherwise, if he could open up the Western Continental Commercial Road, he would not be able to fall into him.

The giant scorpion seemed to feel a fatal threat and began to shake violently, trying to throw the person on his back down.

How could Tyron make it come true? While constantly adjusting his body shape and balance, his speed did not drop at all. Soon, he followed the filthy light and found the position of the curse seal.

His body suddenly began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye, and cracks quickly appeared on his face.

The power of the magic stone became too weak. He did not dare to hesitate at all. He held the mitral dagger tightly with both hands and poured it into the giant scorpion armor.

[The system prompts that a large amount of life energy can be collected is detected. Is it collected?]
Chapter completed!