Chapter 128 Heresy

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All the noises and illusions vanished in an instant. Gawain hadn't realized what was going on, and his eyes had returned to normal.

The corridor of the Leslie family castle stretches in front of you. The floor is covered with a dark red carpet. On the walls on both sides are the portraits of the ancestors of Viscount Andrew, and between the portraits are inlaid charged magic spar. The spar is emitting a constant light, but it seems that something is interfering with the propagation of the light. Although the spar looks bright, it is dark and abnormal in a slightly distant place.

Gawain looked back subconsciously, but saw Knight Philip and the others behind him just stepping over the gate, and their actions were naturally normal - it seemed that only himself was affected, and the illusions just lasted only. For a moment, no one noticed.

"What's wrong?" Amber asked in a low voice, noticing the change in Gawain's expression.

Gawain replied while guarding his surroundings: "I seem to have encountered an illusion just now, but it only lasted for a moment."

"There is indeed a magical power that dissipates, most of which are the breath left by the cultists. After coming into contact with an advanced powerhouse like you, it collapsed on its own," Pitman analyzed in a low voice, "We have to be careful, there may be magic here. trap."

Gawain frowned: "Can you perceive the approximate location of the cultists?"

"He's very cautious, or he has weird powers," Pittman shook his head. "I can feel twisted druid magic remnants everywhere, but none of them are 'active'..."

Knight Philip clenched his long sword tightly, pressed the hilt to his chest and briefly chanted the name of Kayle, the god of knights and warriors. In this way, he exerted his magic-like power, and then looked at the end of the corridor: " The breath gathers over there."

That's the direction of the Lord's Chamber.

Gawain, Amber and the others exchanged glances, then Gawain took the lead, Druid Pitman followed, Philip and Amber guarded on both sides, and the four carefully walked forward along the corridor.

The portraits hanging on the walls on both sides glowed a pale light under the alienated magic spar lamps. The ancestors of the Leslie family hung on the wall and looked indifferently at the visit of the uninvited guests. Those pale eyes seemed to be dead. Like a fish, Amber shivered involuntarily.

However, Gawain just glanced at the portraits, which were only slight alienation due to the influence of the magical environment. It was not worth worrying about at all. Besides, who hasn't hung it on the wall yet?

The door of the lord's council hall was also ajar,

There was a shadowy light inside, but after getting close to here, neither Pittman nor Philip could perceive the clear aura of a cultist. Gawain sensed the door and confirmed that there were no potential dangers such as traps and traps behind the door itself, and then carefully pushed open the wooden door decorated with luxurious metal threads and engraved with Leslie's family crest.

The lord's council hall was empty, and the magic spar on the surrounding pillars and vaults shed a chaotic light. The tables and chairs in the center of the hall were not moved there, only the velvet high velvet on the first platform in the hall remained. Back chair, that is the position of the lord.

The lord of Tanzania, Viscount Andrew, sat on the high-back chair. Behind him hung the portrait of the ancestor of the first generation of the Leslie family to be knighted, and he himself was breathing hard under the gaze of his ancestors. , This originally tall and thin man has been thinned to the point of being almost shriveled at this moment, his flesh and blood seem to have shrunk, and his skin is tightly attached to the bones, like a pale and shriveled living dead, he leans on the back of the chair , with his head wobbly over his shoulders, his eyes staring unfocused on the roof, breathing hard and murmuring something.

The magic spar on both sides of the seat glowed white, pulling Andrew's shadow long and vaguely projected on the ground.

The viscount seemed to have completely lost the ability to move freely.

Gawain clenched the sword of the pioneers and walked into the hall with Philip and Pittman. The group of three came to Viscount Andrew while guarding the surroundings. However, the Viscount seemed to be completely unaware of the approach of the three. He just stared blankly at the vault, murmuring noises from his mouth.

"His mind is trapped," Pitman judged at once, "but not serious—I'll lift his curse, but the cultists will probably be alerted and ready."

Gao Wen nodded slightly: "Go ahead."

Pittman immediately put his hand on Viscount Andrew's forehead, and the other hand took out a vial from his arms. He bit off the cork at the mouth of the bottle, and then put a few drops of the liquid in the bottle on the top of Viscount's head. .

A strange and strong floral fragrance emanated from the few drops of liquid, and along with the launch of the Druid spell, it produced a strong exorcism and soul-soothing effect, and the magic magic that bound Viscount Andrew's mind was affected. Loosen a little.

Suddenly, Viscount Andrew's eyelids rolled, he recovered from the chaos, and looked at Gawain who was standing in front of him, his eyes widened instantly, and a hoarse and terrifying voice came out of his throat: "He is in my shadow. !"

Almost as soon as the Viscount's voice fell, the shadow he cast on the ground had begun to distort, the magic spar behind the seat shattered, the shadow on the ground suddenly grew, and a dark figure swooped out of it and took it straight. Gao Wen face door.

But Gawain seemed to have expected it. Before Viscount Andrew sounded a warning, he was ready to jump back. Before the shadow came out, he pulled Pittman and jumped off the platform, and Knight Philip followed him. back.

The shadow jumped into the air in an instant, and before he could readjust his posture, the shadow on the ground twisted again, and a foot in short leather boots flew out of it and kicked the figure's back: " I'm in your shadow!"

The figure was suddenly kicked out of the shadow form, and fell from the platform in embarrassment, but in mid-air, it disintegrated into scattered smoke, and was carried by a gust of wind and rushed to the other end of the hall, re-condensed into a draped figure. Black-robed, unidentified entity.

Amber, on the other hand, jumped out of the shadow completely and quickly ran behind Gawain.

Gawain looked at the figure in the black robe with a half-smiling smile: "If a legal profession is not good at hiding in the dark and throwing ball lightning, if he insists on running out to assassinate a knight in plate armor, everything will die for you. Is it a fresh style?"

And the black-robed man who failed the sneak attack couldn't control his consternation: "You are not affected by the voice of truth?!"

"Voice of truth? You mean the magic you left on the door? The one who hears the noise in his head when he first pushes the door?" Gawain asked curiously, "Ah, I did hear— -Unfortunately, I just wanted to talk to it for a few words, but the voice disappeared. Could it be that I made it crazy with one sentence?"

Hearing Gawain's words, the black-robed figure seemed to be plunged into great anger, his hood swayed, and a vicious curse came from the shadows: "The heresy who violates the iron law of the death of all things and returns to the world from the kingdom of the dead, You really shouldn't be left in the world!"

And as his voice fell, everyone present suddenly heard a burst of cracks and shatters coming from outside the hall!

The windows of the council hall were cracked and broken, and the doors everywhere were smashed and collapsed by a huge force. Thick branches and vines smashed all the doors and windows and rushed into the hall.

The plants that rushed into the hall tumbled on the ground, distorted and deformed with a creaking sound, and people stood up: they were tree people with a height of more than two meters, and they were the same as the trees summoned by Druids under normal circumstances. People are completely different: their branches and leaves are twisted and rotten, their bodies are cracked with countless openings, and poisonous sap flows out from the cracks, giving off a pungent stench.

As the world knows: When the druids of the mortal world abandon their faith in life and nature, the power of "life" disappears from their spells.

These treemen began to launch a fierce attack on Gawain and his party.

"Their core is in that black rot!" Pittman hurriedly tossed a few magic seeds, shouting at the same time, "Don't get venom in your eyes!"

When the magic seed fell to the ground, it emitted a burst of green brilliance, and then quickly took root under the druid spell, growing into tenacious vines or thorny thorns, to bind those treants coming from all directions.

Gawain couldn't help but gave Pitman a deep look, then withdrew his gaze and chopped off a tree man's arm with a long sword.

Amber and Philip also wrestled with the rotting treemen.

In this chaotic and fierce battle, Gawain's attention was always on the cultist in the black robe.

The black-robed figure had not really participated in the battle until now, except for the tree man who had been prepared for a long time. shot.

Gawain instantly understood what was going on: this cult knows about Gawain Cecil.

He knows who he is and how famous he is as a "resurrection legend". Although he shouted arrogantly at the beginning, he obviously made a false move - he didn't make a move for a long time, I'm afraid he really didn't dare to make a move.

But he commanded the tree man to fight again and did not leave in a hurry, which means that he probably guessed the situation of "Gawain Cecil is in a weak period after his resurrection"!

He is observing, judging how much power he has after the resurrection of this "legend", he is undoubtedly taking a risk - and there is definitely something worth taking this risk in this place.

The thinking in Gawain's mind was fast, and he had already thought of a lot of things in just two or three sword cuts, although he still didn't know how this cultist had learned about his own information, and understood or speculated about it. How much, I don't know what this cultist wants to get here, but this does not prevent him from setting a little trap to solve the opponent as soon as possible.

During the consideration of the light and stone fire, he stabbed the magic core of a tree man with a sword, but when he pulled the sword out, he deliberately let his hand tremble a little, and it looked as if his strength was suddenly interrupted.