Whispering Verse

It seems that even if the old ghoul remembers that his whole family was killed by demons, he cannot escape the influence of the relics.

"Do you insist on remembering these things so that you can save the whole family?"

"And for revenge."

The cloudy yellow eyes revealed emotions that seemed to be able to burn everything:

"There will always be someone who can stop Stone Oxenfurt. There is no one without enemies in this world. I know we can't, even if we all have the power now, we can't. But I also know that there will always be someone looking for that person. A treasure, and then drive it out of our world. For this, even if I endure another hundred years of torture, it is worth it."

Although the emotions of ordinary people cannot create real miracles in this real world, at least they have done what they can do.

"Where is that item now?"

Shade asked, and the old corpse shook his head:

"Beat me, beat me in any way, prove you can do it, and I'll give it to you."

"Actually, I know that there is a high probability that your little daughter will be fine. I will prove it."

The old ghoul jumped through the glass and jumped from the third floor window into the courtyard in the dark night with heavy snow. Shade first put away the family photo frame on the bedside table, then carried the suitcase to the window, and then a flock of red butterflies like streams of light flew from the bright window into the dark night.

Those red butterflies held up the suitcase and reunited to form Shade's body in the snow that was completely covered with snow. The last reluctant butterfly disappeared on Shade's left shoulder.

At this time, the old ghoul had let go of the ghost dog. The ghoul was crawling on the ground, dark demonic runes running from its mouth to its body, and black flames with the smell of sulfur rising from its four arms and two feet. , the whispering elements of the manor converge towards it, and the ground beneath its feet gathers a steady stream of cursed power onto it.

As the last owner of this manor, theoretically speaking, Old Watson is indeed the strongest individual here.

"I will grant you your destined death."

Shade kissed the circular emblem on his chest, then threw the suitcase on the ground and took out the most important item inside, which was the copper sword that was almost as long as the suitcase.

The long sword is attached with the effect of the incantation "Undead Slash" that can cause damage to undead and undead creatures. At the same time, there is a simple gear mechanism on the hilt, which allows the long sword to spray various magic potions stored in advance.

The sword was custom-made by John the Elder and later enchanted by the Augustan priest. While not the most expensive item in your suitcase, it is definitely the most powerful.

Holding a long sword and looking at the creeping monster opposite in the heavy snow, white smoke spurted out from Shade's nostrils. After a huge snowflake drifted past, blocking the view and then drifting away, the ghoul on the snow had disappeared.

The long sword with faint moon marks on it pulled out the stream of light and slashed forward. The monster's roar and Shade's figure were all covered by the heavy snow.

The swinging sword left colors in the night, and the flying snowflakes covered all the scars. The superb swordsmanship, weapons that completely restrain the opponent, and monsters that have no murderous intentions make this battle completely without suspense.

After a long time, a loud call for "moonlight" sounded in the snow, and the traces of silver light running through this illusory snowy night seemed to penetrate the entire night.

Shade was panting and put the sword away and put it back in the box. He lifted the box, brushed off the snowflakes on his shoulders, and looked at the old ghoul in front of him. All six of his limbs had been severed, and a silver nail was nailed to his heart. He was wailing in pain in the snow.

Shade ignored it and turned back to the mansion. Not long after, Old Watson's eldest son with a rat tail, Old Watson's wife in a ghost state, and Old Watson's younger brother covered in pink fat were all "moved" out by Shade.

The family gathered in the snow, and Xia De asked in a deep voice:

"It's time to let your little girl out."

As soon as he finished speaking, the spiritual succubus, who was hiding her face and crying, floated down from the roof of the mansion. She floated past Shade and fell into her mother's arms, continuing to sob. But the woman's soul, who was unable to move at this moment, actually trembled her arms and actually hugged the girl in her arms.

Seeing this, Shade also took back the dark candle that made the spirit sleep.

"Devils, the earth, and relics. In order for you to truly die, these three powers must be eliminated in sequence. The first is the Keeper-level relic [House of Nobles]."

Shade took out the photo frame he just took from the bedside table, and then asked old Watson:

"If you really loved that ghost dog so much that you kept it with you even after your death, then why didn't you hold it in the recent family photos?"

In fact, Xia De was not sure about this, but it didn't cost any money to make a guess.

But this time he was quite lucky. The ghost dog that was spinning around old Watson's feet in the snow turned to look at Shad and said a man's voice:

"I'm curious, what is the relationship between your ancestors and the Witch Emperor who ruled the Weedon region? My specialness has confirmed to me that you are really the most important person to His Majesty."

The ghost dog looked up at Shade:

"If I didn't know that emperors don't have heirs, I would even suspect that you are a descendant of His Majesty Violet."

Shade smiled and shook his head:

"Crossing the curtain of time, running through the long river of time. I am here, she is there, we are all missing each other, and this longing can even span a long era. That's about it."

As he spoke, he recalled the blond-haired, high-spirited witch, but he didn't know when he would see her next.

"Is that so? I understand. You do have the style and elegance of a great noble of the Fifth Era. I am very happy to host you as a guest. May the great councilors and the Witch Emperors protect their people forever."

Ghost Dog said, and reminded him kindly:

"But your opponent is the evil spirit demon of the third era. If you want to defeat it, the contents of your box will not be enough. I recommend you to find the weapon of Her Majesty Violet, which is also inherited from the third era. The sword of the third era.”

"Thanks."

Shade said with a smile, and the ghost dog nodded, turned around in the snow and disappeared.

The whispering elements are gradually receding, but the darkness has not faded, and the old mansion standing in the snow behind him is still the same as before. It was just that the five monsters in front of them were in a daze for a while before they realized what was happening.

"Then there's the curse of the Crazy Earth, but before casting the spell, I need to get the treasure here first."

Shade reached out to the sobbing girl, who turned her back to Shade and moved her face away from her hands. The old woman reached out and took out a box from her hand, and then handed it to Shade.

This box is neither metal nor wood, and its withered yellow color is actually a rare bone product. After touching the box, Shade actually felt the pendant around his neck vibrate.

This does not mean that he has met the witch. The proximity of the witch's power will only make the badge hot. Shade keenly felt that the bone white edge of the badge was constantly vibrating.

"My little daughter is not rude, her face was destroyed by Oxenfurt pushing her into boiling water, and she doesn't want to see anyone else."

The old corpse lying in the snow said in a hoarse voice. Shade nodded, frowned and opened the flat bone box, and then showed his original expression in the snow:

"You have really found the right thing. It can indeed deal with Stone Oxenfurt's immortal body, and it can also suppress the things behind Oxenfurt to a certain extent. Unfortunately, it is not enough."

Lying in the box were two slender finger bones. The familiar power and the vibration of the badge on his chest told Shade what it was.

This is part of the body of the original angel [Angel of Death], and this power is enough to deal with most immortalities. Now, Shade understood why the stone mirror demon Goethe knew that this thing was in the manor, but still didn't take it away.

This power is ancient enough, but unfortunately it is not powerful enough if it is just two finger bones. It would certainly be better to leave it where it was and use it to control Stone Oxenfurt in the future than to risk contact with it himself. The unwillingness to let the followers of the evil god take it away is because they are worried that the believers of the evil god, relying on the guidance of the gods, will know how to use this thing to deal with it.

"What a surprise."

Shade murmured to himself and asked the old ghoul:

"Where did this come from?"

"My business partner introduced a group of tomb robbers from out of town, and they sold this to me. They said this is the best amulet for tomb robbers."

This description is quite accurate.

"Where did those tomb robbers get these 'talismans'?"

"City of Glass, Michaela Blast Furnace City, I don't know the specific location, I just know that city they come from."

"The border city between Delarion and Carsonric?"

Shade nodded, memorized this clue, and then carefully put the bone box into the inner pocket of his coat:

"Then comes the madness that drives the earth away. You stand here, no matter what happens, don't move."

Holding the soil in his left hand and the petals in his right hand, the earth runestones obtained from the [Plague Merchant] were tied to his wrists. Following Shade's call, the clay Holy Grail, shining with miraculous light, slowly took shape under his hands. At this moment, the dark night was cut through by a dazzling ray of sunlight, which shone on Shade's body, making him seem to glow in the snowy night.

The Holy Grail sank under the snow and soil, and as the spewing spiritual energy spread to all parts of the manor, the night was slowly dispersed overhead by the Monday afternoon sun. As the sun gradually shrouded the snow-covered courtyard, the almost real environment created by the memory of the earth and the power of the relics also gradually faded away.

The big tree in the yard collapsed, leaving only the dead tree trunks covered by the snow. The dry grass stretched out from under the snow to the sky, swaying in the wind in the snow. The neat iron fence seemed to be destroyed by the power of time in an instant. It was only shabby at first, but now if you look at it, you can see that even the part on the east side has completely collapsed.

Dry vines climbed all over the walls, the swing seat in the yard fell under the snow, and the ropes had long since disappeared. The dried black blood changed the color of the entire door of the mansion. Behind the glass that disappeared one by one, there were piles of corpses inside the windows, as well as a dilapidated interior scenery.

The oil painting fades, time never disappears, it's just covered up. Everything returned to normal, and the story of Watson Manor finally came to an end.