Vol 3 Chapter 34: Need a trial, old dregs?

> "What is death?"
Murphy awakened suddenly, as if he had been submerged in the icy river under the Colens Falls the moment before. He took a deep breath, like an oxygen-deficient fish.
Depressed, dull, and painful.
Tang Jidi's words echoed in his mind, and there were countless scenes of him who had faced death directly in front of him. The flow of water from the falls of Coron Falls made him unforgettable for life, when the body seemed to be torn and the pain was clear and unforgettable.
When all the scenes in front of him disappeared, and the focus of his vision gathered in front of him, Murphy suddenly realized that he was still in the "final dogma".
The cold stone wall was struck by himself twice without any signs of damage. The scepter of Sulfuras still radiated light slowly in the card slot in front of him. Pensive movements.
Murphy, who tried to sit up, lay back on the ground with a severe pain. He opened his eyes to the top of his head, his heart was blank-he was not dead?
Still dead?
He shook his left hand, the greasy feeling originated from the blood that had not dried up, and the wound on the right rib pierced by the round table knight Vagland was extremely serious-in the moment before the coma, the knight who had raised the magic steel dagger did not Do you kill yourself?
"We changed our minds."
In a still hoarse voice, Murphy turned around hard, and saw the people in black robes that suddenly appeared in front of him. Notting I, who had a pale cheek and a playful face, looked down at him with contempt.
"Tell us the origin of the Holy Gun in your hand, and the object of the contract, young man, you can choose to die, or eternity."
Wagrain, holding a magic steel dagger, stared at the pattern of the servant contract that Murphy's arm was scratched, and his eyes were strange, like fear and fiery.
"The pattern of that contract seemed familiar, but I'm not sure if it was really the consequence of that scroll"
Ozra Hladim faced Wagrand Road with his staff in a deep voice.
"That's not important. What is important is the connection between the magic pattern and the scepter behind him. I don't want to be ignored by a loophole that leads to eternal slavery. No one knows whether this is another trap."
Elven Prince Ludino? Moon Shadow's tone is slightly weird. When he speaks, his lips hardly move, but his voice is very soft.
These souls trapped in the scepter did not rush to kill Murphy who had been seriously injured, but were discussing several seemingly serious problems, which made Murphy, who was relieved from the memory, feel inexplicable.
Looking down, the holy gun in his left hand was left aside, but no one dared to touch it, but what can he do in this situation?
The pattern of the contract of the servant on the left arm was cut out by Wagram's sword, and the opened flesh had stopped bleeding. The powerful knight of Murphys himself restored his constitution so that he could not die from excessive blood loss, but this This kind of situation can't talk about resistance at all, just like the meat on the cutting board is to be slaughtered.
"Hey, old guy, can I choose eternity?"
Murphy finally stopped struggling, and suddenly asked Pope Nolan I, who stopped the debate with the elven prince, slowly turned his head, and everyone also turned his attention to Murphys.
The atmosphere was instantly cold.
"Eternal? Oh, that's a tempting vocabulary." Nolan I took a step and bent down. The old face was no longer the kindness and kindness of his pope, but only cruelty and coldness, "and death In comparison, what a temptation is eternity? To stay in the world forever, like him—"
He reached for Cain, who had never spoken, and the latter still didn't have any extra movement.
Nolan I had no intention of showing any respect for the shadow, and seemed to have known that he would be the same.
"How? Are you really thinking about going to eternity?"
The elven prince next to him wanted to say something, but was stopped by the assassin Altayil, and the crowd suddenly took a step back at this moment.
"When you roll down from the pope's position, your trick is as stubborn as it is now."
An old voice that made Murphy feel incredible, and after these peerless strong men stepped back, the figure that appeared on the spot made Murphy's eyes widen!
Yizuer? Windsor.
The 23rd set of Tarot No. 0 cards "Fools", the most legendary homeowner in the history of the Windsor family, shouting a lunatic who dances with God, but was judged "heresy" by the Inquisition but laughing The first military aristocrat before the empire stepped out of that building.
At this moment, appeared in front of Murphy in a form of soul that was different from the strong ones in front of him.
Nolan I's original confusing expression in the face of Murphy's confusing expression instantly changed color-slightly trembling lips proved that he was out of anger now.
"Fold away your set, I'm in charge here!"
The palm with a ring that symbolized the Pope’s authority was violently swayed, and an inexplicable tear appeared in the space, and he slashed straight towards Yizuier-the latter did not evade at all, and was hit by this shock. Disappeared in a crackling sound.
However, the next moment reappeared beside Murphy.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,
Yi Zur, whose body shone with a pale blue light, did not do anything, but Nolan I did not have too much nonsense, and seemed to be extremely afraid of Yi Zuer. The former head of Windsor turned indifferently, bent down, and put his powerful palm Reached Murphy.
"Prove to me that the last heir to the purple iris is qualified to bear its glory?"
He ignored the horrible old guys behind him, ignoring Cain sitting on the holy tomb, similar to Murphy's face. Although his face was slightly old, Nolan I did not The morbid pale, unable to get up, Murphy struggled to raise his arm, put it on the former owner's hand, and clenched.
Get up slowly.
"The existence of the Holy Gun is always to break the so-called indestructible things, but it can also make certain things immortal," Yi Zur pointed to the fragment of the gun of Langinus on the ground beside Murphys. , Tao: "Just as it once killed God, it made the faith eternal."
Murphy was still in shock, facing the legendary patriarch he had no idea what to say-there were too many questions stuck in his throat, but none of them could speak.
Bowing his head and bowing, Murphy took the pain and re-held the sacred rifle. When he raised his head, Yizuer had already stepped back a few steps.
"You are trained and don't think you are afraid of death, but can fearless death bring you real power?" He smiled and spread his hands. "You are a human first, if humans are not afraid of death, then Not human anymore."
Murphy gritted his teeth and couldn't speak. He stood up and made his whole body hurt like a tear, and his back arched, because the rib wound was pulled, and the stubble of his right arm was still exposed to the air. Medium, the image is terrifying.
But Yi Zuer's words reminded him of what Tang Jidi had said to himself.
"Do you know what death is?"
This was the first sentence that Murphy, who was lying on the shore and spitting water, was awakened by Tang Jidi's slap.
Ten-year-old Murphy broke his bones at that time and could not move at all. His white face was scary, but he nodded.
But Tang Jidi continued: "Overcoming the fear of death is your first step in survival in a dangerous environment."
"When you start to fear death again, you will understand that "death" is not terrible, what is terrible is just your "fear" itself."
"Treasure life, live, not just for yourself."
Yi Zuer, who was classified as a "legend" in Murphy's mind, smiled, but suddenly disappeared into this group of people. His existence was so dazzling and outstanding that no one dared to go. Interrupting his words to Murphys-and his appearance makes Murphys face a problem again.
Did all these people who appeared in front of me really die for the scepter?
"Oh, your last name is Windsor, then we may not give you more choices."
Nolan I did not have the bewildered expression just now, but it was extreme hatred and indifference. He walked directly to Murphys, looked at his left hand holding the Holy Gun, snorted, raised his hand-black energy Gathered into a dark scepter, "Yi Zuer appears once, it proves that he is further away from the death of the soul, I think next, I am afraid that no one can stop your death."
The scepter fell, bringing up the violent elements that were stirred!
Murphy looked at the black rod end in his hand-the black cross had the crucifix of the Lord, this scepter unique to the pope was originally filled with the sacred symbol of worship by the believers, but was thinly sprayed in the hands of Nolan I The aura of enthusiasm that only destruction has.
This blow is by no means simply destroyed.
Murphy instinctively lifted the sacred gun to try to block it, but his movement was slow because of his sluggish body, which caused the pope Nolan I’s attack to hit the forearm severely-that is, the holy Directly above the servant contract pattern.
"Buzz!"
With a strange buzz, the black scepter stopped moving downwards, and was stopped by Murphy's raised arm!
At this moment, Murphy felt the cold, cold breath of death—the soul was damaged by the black fragments of energy, and the threat posed far exceeded the apparent crisis!
To greet death, Murphy faced his fear for the first time-but at this moment, he suddenly found that he no longer felt any pain, bowed his head, wounds in his ribs and blood flowed slowly, and Suddenly, the magic pattern behind came the burning sensation that was no stranger.
Like a tsunami, the burning sensation engulfed Murphy's only reason.
In this kind of knot, the magic pattern behind Murphy appeared again after a long silence-the black magic pattern changed into a burning red and red, and the edge position immediately began to disintegrate!
Since the last time the magic pattern node disappeared, the next three layers of fine patterns of the magic pattern appeared at the same time. They were like hot magma, which slowly penetrated into Murphy's skin.
At the moment, Murphy, who was holding the holy gun, forcibly withstood this extreme pain, and the horror willpower exercised by him and Ashcandi's simultaneous experience stood on the spot, Nolan I stared and raised his right. When the rod came in front of Morpheus, after a string of obscure spells, more than six violent shock waves suddenly erupted, and the black air wave swallowed Murphy!
However, ten seconds later, the waves inside the holy tomb were still intact, and Murphy's standing figure was sheltered by a layer of luminous spherical barriers.
The magic pattern behind him disappeared three layers at a time, and the effect it brought was far more than the drastic change caused by the last node disappearance-the scars on the body began to heal at an unbelievable rate, and then the body A strange expansion of some muscles!
Just like instantaneously expanding your body two or three times, the pectoralis major, biceps, latissimus dorsi, thighs, and calves, these parts with obvious muscle contours instantly look like balloons, and after three or four seconds The body regained its original volume, but the sweat-filled body was more explosive than before.
The Pope’s attack was ineffective, and it was the collective attack of all the strongmen in exchange-the powerful long arrows without actual form, the Naples magic steel short sword, the strongest penetrating spell of the 49th level single unit "Bruno "Light", a long dagger that draws a strange light in the air.
The terrifying attack exploded in front of the unknown barrier in front of Murphy!
The dust on the ground~EbookFREE.me~The holy tomb is covered with deafening sounds, and even the whole "Final Dogma" is shaking!
But everything finally stagnate in front of an absolute barrier.
"Again"
In the dust, Murphy's figure slowly emerged, still intact.
"The arrogant will eventually pay the price."
The sweat fell, and Murphy's arm holding the sacred gun suddenly relaxed, and then tossed it gently to his right hand, and his next action made the souls in the scepters stunned.
He reached out and took another holy gun from the scabbard.
Murphy, who held a holy weapon in his hands, stood in front of the group of powerful men who once blew the continent, and raised his head, his strange eyes flashing blood red light looked forward.
"Do you need a trial, old dregs?"