Blood of Mercury

Angus' heart began to twitch slightly, and his consciousness gradually boiled.

There were muffled whispers in his ears, and something hot came in from behind the ear, along the blood vessels, into the heart, and then an even hotter stream of heat flowed out of the heart and poured into the wrists of both hands. As if his hands were washed by boiling water, the burning pain made Angus's hands and fingers twitch subconsciously.

- That's a warning sign of danger.

Angus' extraordinary perception was constantly emphasizing to him that the danger was approaching.

It was not the sharp sense of crisis when the bow and arrow flew in the air, but the oppressive sense of fear that the killer slowly walked towards him.

But the thickness of the fear itself is already bizarre. Angus felt that the air became thick and cold, as if he was in a cemetery on a winter night.

It has nothing to do with the strength of the enemy. That is by no means the weirdness that a human being can have.

No matter how powerful humans are, they are only humans.

But at this moment, Angus felt a kind of despair from the world itself. It was a foreign object that even the world could not accommodate.

——If this kind of monster appeared in plural, I am afraid that even His Majesty Saint Laurent would have nothing to do with it.

The only good news is that Angus was more or less prepared.

In the lining of his jacket, a silver cross the size of a thumb gleamed like a signal light in a corner where no one could see it.

It was given to him by the young priest with the unforgettable platinum shawl hair when he went to collect Saint Laurent's "Commandments" four days ago.

"Saint Laurent is with you, parishioner."

The old boy with deep eyes swore to him like this: "Saint Laurent is above, Your Majesty has already seen your future. If you are trapped by villains and fall into a cult's conspiracy, you only need to hold it. Shout the name of Roland, and the gift of Saint Laurent will come...you will use it, sooner or later."

After Angus took over the silver jewelry, the young man disappeared out of thin air, as if Angus had hallucinations.

After that, all the residents who had not received the Commandment talked about leaving very naturally, as if they were just here to join in the fun. None of the people present showed a surprised look, let alone looked directly at Angus, as if all of them had forgotten the lord who had just been warmly welcomed by them at the same time.

This level of abnormality is enough for Angus to understand that he has absolutely no hallucinations.

It can be said that only Angus knew about this meeting.

It is precisely because of this that Angus did not tell his brother about this, nor did he tell Master Vega.

Angus is not a wise person, but he has known at least one thing over the years, that is, as long as any secret is told to a second person, it cannot be called a secret.

The moment he held the cross, he immediately felt the might of Saint Laurent. The fatigue on his body disappeared immediately, and Angus also felt a kind of peace of mind that he had never felt before.

Saint Laurent is different from those false gods. He has absolutely no need for an icon, something that is only ceremonial but has no value at all.

"We shall praise—"

Angus clasped his right hand on his chest, pressed the cross and whispered in a voice that only he could hear.

But the moment he spoke, Angus felt something strange.

Intense hostility rose from the ground, and a thin white mist slowly seeped out from under his feet. The sound of the thin ice surface being crushed on purpose reappeared in Angus' ears like a hallucination.

The next moment, Angus saw a terrifying vision——

He saw the thorn-like ice thorns blooming at the feet of Viscount Oakleyford, and like a sea made of ice, the chakras surging, piercing and tearing himself and Vega directly.

What made his heart tremble was that it happened that Viscount Oakleaf stopped his previous fanatical preaching, but slowly turned his head and stared at Angus with a look of doubt and regret.

"...But, you do not desire such flames."

He bit his lip and said in great pain: "You are nobles, and I am also a noble... I am willing to give up my status as a noble and really do something for the people, but why are you greedy for this privilege above the people? Wouldn't you bend down to meet the flames of this revolutionizing world?"

"Wait...you say, a privilege above the people?"

The words of Oakleaf immediately angered Viscount Angus.

The corners of his mouth raised sarcastically, and the surging blood almost overwhelmed his mind, making him forget his current situation.

He couldn't help but refuted: "Who told you that nobles are going to be superior? Are your parents?"

Viscount Oakley was stunned for a moment.

At the same time, the damp and cold fear surrounding Viscount Angus also dissipated.

But Angus couldn't care less about it at the moment.

"The so-called nobles are those who take the lead—"

Angus said proudly: "Nobles should charge at the forefront of the battlefield, nobles should sacrifice their lives for people's wishes, nobles should fight for the people - the reason why nobles are superior is because of what they have done for the people and brought What happened. It is precisely because the people from the bottom of their hearts respect the virtues of the nobles, respect the laws set by the nobles, and look forward to the life of the nobles, that people can make progress."

"Return the rights and property belonging to the people to the people? To put it well... Without the tax collector, who can donate money to build the dam? Without the nobles, who will take the lead in charging? If people live in the world without an upward goal, without awe And the heart of longing, what about the progress of human beings? That is almost the fall of human beings! Do you want to turn human beings into dolls without blood and tears!"

Even in the face of monsters that could easily kill him, Angus still held his head high and rebuked the cultists in front of him word by word in a proud and firm tone.

But even though he was so scolded by Angus, Viscount Oakleaf's face was full of ancient wells.

"As you wish, Viscount Ketugya."

His face became emotionless like a puppet, and a dim yellow flame gradually ignited in his eyes: "Maybe you are right...but you can't change my thoughts, much less your destiny."

As he whispered, his body began to alienate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His cheeks were drying up like a corpse. Several pale yellow crystals emerged from his shriveled face. Five or six pale yellow crystal spikes of different lengths protruded from his chin, spine and shoulder blades. stab out.

Up to now, the savior that Angus was looking forward to has still not come. He didn't see the miracle that Saint Laurent gave him to instantly have the power to defeat monsters, nor did he see a thunder strike down and kill the monster in front of him wearing the face of Viscount Oakley.

So Angus took a deep breath, then suddenly pulled out the cross from his arms, roared and rushed forward, trying to stab the sharp long handle into the eyes of Viscount Oakleyford.

But he had just taken a step, and several hollow crystal thorns more than one meter long burst out from under his feet in an instant, penetrating his whole body~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Angus roared, roaring and being slowly The swollen crystal thorns were erected, held high in the sky as if pierced by several spears at the same time, and sent to the Viscount Oakleyford.

"Look, you can't change your mortal fate. Just as you can't change the fate of the world - the world will end. Everything is futile."

"Viscount Oakley," said flatly.

"Heh... This is different from what you said before. What about equality? What about changing the world?"

Angus endured the coldness and paralysis of the blood being drawn, and said with a sneer.

"These will be realized sooner or later, but it will not affect Farnes stepping into dusk."

"Viscount Oakleyford" stared blankly at Angus: "No one can change fate-"

Just halfway through it, Angus's arm muscles tightened instantly, breaking several slender crystal thorns, and without warning, he stabbed the cross that he had been holding in his hand towards "Viscount Oakleyford".

But just before he was about to stab "Viscount Oakleyford", dozens of thorns stabbed out of the ground in an instant, piercing his arm from shoulder to fingertips, and his entire right arm was pierced by crystal thorns Fixed, can't move.

At this time, the cross was less than half an inch away from the eyes of "Viscount Oakleyford". But "Viscount Oakleyford" didn't even blink, and just looked at Angus indifferently.

"Jeffrey! You...monster!"

Angus' face turned pale with pain, he held back the pain and cursed word by word.

But "Jeffrey" shook his head.

"Twilight follower named Jeffrey Francis Oakley died three months ago."

He said plainly in a tone without hatred: "The one standing here now is [Son of the Crystal Nest] Jeffreyra, the great twilight dependent—"