"Weak..."

"Coward..."

...

Luo You opened his eyes, and the front of him was pitch black, as if covered with an incomprehensible fog, but a white light shone in the distance, which seemed so eye-catching in the darkness.

A figure stood in front of the distant white light. Because the backlight could not see the other person's facial features, he stood there quietly, but became the only one in this nothingness, attracting people's sight like a black hole and could no longer be diverted.

Dark, fear, despair... Countless negative emotions surged on Luo You's chest at the same time, pressing him down like a huge rock. This feeling was like facing the starry sky above his head, like the primitive fear of the evil dreams at night...

"Who are you?" Luo You shouted loudly. The black shadow in front of him gave him a sense of oppression. This fear from the heart made him tremble inexplicably. If possible, he really wanted to escape now, the farther away the better, but he could not move no matter what, so he could only shout.

"Geeh..." The figure suddenly laughed, his laughter was crisp and beautiful, like the sound of singing, but at this moment in Luo You's ears, the chuckle sounded like a horror sing from hell, "Don't you even recognize me? We have spent so many years together..."

Luo You subconsciously wanted to take out the red umbrella, but something shocking happened. He let him inject energy, and the space bag did not react at all. It was as if it had disappeared out of thin air. He had lost his weapon and could only stand stiffly in place, at a loss.

"Why are you afraid? My power, why are you afraid?" In the darkness, two rosy colors like ghost fire suddenly appeared on each other's face. The strange situation almost suffocated Luo You. His hands and feet were also cold little by little at this moment, and his whole body seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar.

Luo You's heart was beating rapidly, cold sweat had already wet his whole body, and his voice trembled like never before: "I don't know what you are talking about."

There was no sign. In the blink of an eye, the figure had already arrived in front of Luo You, only a few feet away from him, almost facing each other, and could almost feel the cold breath, but even so, except for those rosy eyes, Luo You could still see anything clearly.

The black shadow stretched out his hand and pressed a finger against Luo You's eyebrows. The terrible voice came with the cold touch of his fingertips, with a hint of ridicule and a sarcasm: "Have you ever thought of being like a 'god'?"

This voice, with indescribable magic, set off a trembling spiritual storm, and introduced unprecedented negative emotions into Luo's heart, darkness, hatred, despair...

What does this feel like? It seems that every cell in the body is surrounded by this terrible despair and darkness, eroding, deteriorating, and decaying in destruction...

A terrible sense of paralysis filled Luo You's whole body, making him unable to even move a finger, so he could only deliberately growl: "Who are you!"

At this moment, a surging flame suddenly appeared behind the shadow. The delicate and charming blood color was like a boundless fire that burned everything, surging like a sea of ​​flames, reflecting the beautiful and suffocating red eyes. In the interweaving of the flames, his red lips suddenly appeared from the shadow, and he grinned and showed his pale fangs in his mouth: "I...is you..."

...

"Lord Lancelot, Merritt is ahead, and the knights of the round table and church elites from other places are coming here." A knight got off his horse and knelt in front of Lancelot on one knee. Although his voice was thick and low, the eyes behind the charge masks revealed an indescribable tremor.

Lancelot was standing on a high slope at this time, staring at Merritt at the end of the horizon, his eyes swept to the dead ruins, and said in a low voice: "Is the church true?"

"Yes, according to the captives of the oath, Merritt is a completely dead city. Hundreds of thousands of people in the city died in the first year of the Colonial Destruction. They were all buried under the ground and had long turned into a pile of corpses." The scout knight glanced at Merritt in a daze and said tremblingly, "All war horses dare not advance again when they arrive here. I have never seen them so panic in the name of the Lord."

As soon as the scout knight finished speaking, amid the suppressed neighing of the war horses, the nearby troops suddenly heard a few screams, heart-wrenching, torturing people's eardrums again and again: "Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Lancelot hurried over and saw a knight suddenly sank on the ground, his eyes roaring red, and he tried his best to grab his throat with his hands, but because of the blocking of the chain mail, he could only use your fingers to grab blood marks on the armor, and the fingernails turned over, and they were covered in blood.

"What's going on!"

"The Lord is above, I don't know! He has been like this after he came back from Merritt's walking investigation!" A military doctor pressed the knight's hand at a loss. He was worried that the heavy helmet would affect the knight's breathing, so he subconsciously took it off.

Lancelot growled: "Don't touch!"

Lancelot called out late, and the doctor had taken off his helmet, which was equivalent to the flood gate opening. The knight found an entrance to vent. Amid the sound of gasping, he poked his bloody fingers into his eyeballs, bursting out thick plasma, and roared like a devil: "Come out! Come out from my mind!!!!"

As the Knight stabbed violently, his sharp fingers poked the eyeball and directly penetrated the brain area behind the eye nerve. After a brief twitch, he calmed down forever.

The doctor was closest to him, and was splashed with blood on his face. He grabbed the cross on his chest in horror and said tremblingly: "The Lord is above...The Lord is above..."

Similar situations spread like a plague. Any scout who had entered Merritt had similar situations, roaring, self-harm, and vaguely speaking strange words, which further triggered panic among the entire army.

In desperation, the doctors could only inject these scouts with an extra dose of sedative, which put them into a deep sleep, thus saving their lives.

"Lord is above, Lord Lancelot, I feel it is necessary to apply to the church for the support of the exorcist." A high-level knight came to Lancelot and said in a low voice, "The evil power is eroding their consciousness, causing some illusion to appear in the spirit of these scouts."

"Why did the Vatican ask Luo Yu to come to a place like this!" Lancelot's expression was very serious, he clenched his fists, and his voice became a little stern. "Didn't the church receive information in advance in a dead city that was destroyed in the first year of the collapse of the Destruction? What about the informants sent here?!"

The high-level knight's eyes were gloomy and erratic. After a while of silence, he seemed to think of something terrible and said in a low voice: "The informant may have had a problem! But we haven't noticed it..."
Chapter completed!