Blood of Mercury

"God handed me over to the ungodly and threw me into the hands of the wicked—"

Old Joseph murmured in a hoarse voice like a crow, and the silver-gray poisonous fire continuously flowed out of his eyes, flowing down naturally like a cry.

These lacquer-thick, silver-gray fluids hung on his skin, causing his skin to bubble and melt in an instant.

"The man will catch me by the neck and throw me to the ground, burst my bowels, and pour out my gall on the ground."

The poisonous fire gradually boiled with his prayers.

The silver-gray metallic light flickered violently on his face until the part below him was almost completely covered by the silver-gray poisonous fire, burning and twisting, melting in the fire like an inferior plastic doll.

"My days are coming to an end, my hope is gone."

The pain of burning the flesh and skin together only made Old Joseph's cheeks shake violently, but he didn't cry out, and he didn't interrupt his prayers.

In fact, singing this prayer was far less painful than Joseph Sr. had imagined.

The silver-gray poisonous fire is not as hot as a real flame, but it corrodes and melts like a concentrated acid.

The severe pain only lasted for a moment, and then the places where the poisonous fire flowed itch for a while.

The flesh is reorganizing—

Old Joseph clearly realized this.

It's not just your face. Those silver-gray poisonous fires flowed into the inside of the body through the corroded and riddled skin, and everywhere there was a sharp pain, followed by the itching as if the wound had healed.

If it is only one place, this kind of itch can even be regarded as enjoyment. But once the scale is expanded to the whole body, this itch that cannot be scratched immediately becomes a kind of torture.

He could even feel that his soul was also corroded by the poisonous fire.

The alienation of the souls brought to Old Joseph when he entered the Silver Rank was now burned away by the poisonous fire swarming up, leaving only the old souls riddled with holes.

Afterwards, those silver-gray flames split off and plunged into his worm-eaten, ruined soul. The rotten soul was roasted from the depths.

No, that's tempering—

"Now I take the dead grave as my house, the floating earth as my tomb, and the decay as my father. I take insects and ants as my mother—"

As old Joseph whispered, sporadic silver-gray sparks spewed out of his throat.

Old Joseph felt his soul being bombarded by a giant hammer, and trembled violently in his body, as if he was about to slip out of his mouth if he was not careful.

Finally, the silver-gray poisonous fire in his eyes finally drained.

The once cloudy pupils in his eyes. Now it's shining like a mirror.

In the depths of the silver-black pupils like steel and mirrors, an invisible gray-white flame was beating quietly.

When the prayer came to an end, old Joseph felt something in his heart and suddenly opened his mouth.

As if being pushed out by the huge pressure in the body, a silver-gray stream of fire suddenly spewed out of Old Joseph's throat and flew straight towards Kluveen.

Unexpectedly, the moment the stream of fire entered the attack range of Kluveen, it was intercepted in the air by the flying shield and smashed into pieces.

Then, the flaming fire exploded. Like a liquid, it splashed around and fell to the ground, igniting all creatures on the ground.

The flames on old Joseph died down.

His soul has been alienated again in the fire.

For the second time in his life, he stepped into the Silver Rank.

So he sang the last sentence of his desperate prayer without hesitation: "...with the Lord's mercy, grant me a long sleep."

Suddenly, gray-white flames exploded around him.

If Roland's silver-white sacred fire is as bright as silver, and Claudia's silver-white aura is as pure and calm as moonlight, then Old Joseph's gray-white poisonous fire gives people a texture that gradually drips like bone marrow.

But it is undeniable that the old Joseph at this moment looked serene and solemn, as sacred and inviolable as a saint who was burned to death by a fool.

As he gently raised his left hand, his left hand suddenly turned into a solid gray-white flame. One after another rockets flew out of his left hand and approached Kluveen in an arc.

The mountaineer shield guards swung their blade shields, and with the sound of the steel chains rattling, these rockets were exploded one by one in the air. Large shards of flame fragments fell from the sky, and Kluvien and Claudia were gradually surrounded by the sea of ​​fire formed by these gray flames.

Yes... As old Joseph said, Kluveen has a huge flaw that cannot be repaired.

That is, compared to ordinary shield defenders, his ability to defend continuously is too weak.

It was okay to face a large number of attacks in one breath, but Kluveen was able to sweep away the blade shield and block all the attacks in one go.

But if he is attacked with high frequency in two places in front of and behind Kluveen at the same time. Then Kluveen would completely lose the ability to defend either side.

In detail, this "high frequency" means that the interval between two attacks in the same direction is shorter than one cycle at the fastest speed of the Kluveen blade shield.

Old Joseph looked at Kluveen indifferently, his mirror-like clear pupils completely reflected the two of them.

no doubt. The best way for Kluveen to increase the speed without changing the power is to shorten the chain in his hand. But that also means a reduction in Kluveen's maximum defensive range and a reduction in error tolerance.

And the old Joseph was not worried that Kluveen would find his position through the reverse thrust of the rocket's trajectory.

Shooting the rocket in an arc on his own is an effective solution, and at the same time, as long as Kluveen doesn't want the woman behind him to be hit by the poisonous fire and his bones in flames and blown into a pile of minced meat, he will. She had to continue to intercept the attack for her in place.

Thinking of this, Old Joseph did not hesitate to increase the frequency of his attacks. Now more than ten rockets hit Kluwyen in different directions every second, and Kluwyen had to speed up the speed of the blade shield to avoid being hit.

As the speed increased, the chain in Kluveen's hand became shorter and shorter. In order not to let the chain linking the blade shield hit Claudia, he scolded Claudia to squat down, while he The footsteps have also become more frequent.

"...That's not going to work."

Old Joseph looked at his left arm that was beginning to melt like wax, frowned slightly, and murmured in a low voice.

Most of the attacks of the martyrs are at the cost of their own vitality. If it can effectively hit the enemy, it can also absorb life force from the enemy and feed it back to itself.

But Kluveen's defense was just too effective—Joseph Sr. felt the fingers of his left hand melt to the second knuckle.

That's right, from the moment he became a martyr, he had the consciousness to use himself up as a consumable in one go.

However, he still wanted to live.

and…

Finally, Old Joseph turned his attention to Claudia, who was quietly squatting on the spot.

He couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

The old Joseph's skin that was burned by the fire has now recovered, the wrinkles have completely disappeared, and the new skin is as smooth and smooth as the skin of a teenager.

But his forehead—above the corners of his eyes, and to the left and right of his cheekbones—was still the same old, wrinkled skin that had lost its elasticity.

Two snow-white traces slipped down from the corners of his eyes like the traces of tears, getting wider and wider until they reached his chin. The chin is the cleanest part of the entire face. If he wears a mask that only shows his chin, no one will know that he is an old man who will die in two years.

From a distance, old Joseph's face at the moment seems to be like a young man disguised as an old man, and then the makeup was washed away by tears, or the lower half was torn off.

"Humph…"

Old Joseph looked at Claudia, who was being protected by Kluvian, and suddenly showed a sneer of disdain.

It would be fine if she got up and fought. Old Joseph would look at her differently.

But she just hides behind others like that...it's that mountain man now so it doesn't matter. But what if she hides behind Orlando and thus drags down Orlando?

Useless vase.

Old Joseph commented on Claudia in his heart.

Better to kill—

Feeling the lack of his left hand, old Joseph had more murderous intentions in his heart.

Besides, it would be much easier to kill Kluveen in this way...

"Lord Orlando will forgive me..."

Thinking of this, Old Joseph did not hesitate to shift the target of the attack from Kluvien to Claudia, and then greatly increased the frequency of attacks. (To be continued.)