Chapter 609 The Light of Her Desire in the Mid-Five

The light of her desire-

Lucius.

She is bored.

The functions and characteristics of the surveillance collar have been touched by her not long after she woke up. As long as her attack did not exceed the range and she did not intend to leave the specific room of the house, then this hateful thing that I don't know who did will be Lying motionlessly above her protruding collarbone, and when it started working, she recalled with lingering fear of the terrible pure blackness and absolute silence that suddenly came - although only thirty breaths, for her As if it had been so long as three hundred star years, she felt that she would start to go crazy no matter how late she was.

So now she is just here pretending to be quietly waiting for the return of her guardian.

The monkey who took over his post was bored and even stopped saying anything to her after realizing that she wanted to ask.

Lucius.

She chewed the name silently on the tip of her tongue.

From the original byte to the overly rough and simple meaning, she suddenly became interested. This name may have its meaning in his ethnic group. What is it?

She groped in the depths of the remaining knowledge and memory in her mind, ignoring the pain caused by her edema muscles compressing her nerves during the search. This level of pain does help her health, she didn't lie, but the pain she absorbed was not enough to recover her, and her recovery was essentially largely dependent on the cooking work of her guardian Those seasoning-like emotions that are absorbed.

But she found that when she searched her mind for content related to the name Lucius, her memory fragments showed her more about how she had precisely attacked, divided any moving creature and attacked and The act of killing has elevated to the level of art that makes the viewer feel frustrated and even the internal organs tremble. She has even felt a little bored with seeing too many easy victory and the loser she has stepped on.

Fortunately, she found what she wanted before she completely lost interest and her head became even more painful because of this attractive and painful attempt.

That is the record that one of these barbarian monkey warriors who were captured and worked for the god of hunger and thirst was once left in Comoros.

These primitive people who betrayed their masters still call themselves the son of the rotten corpse emperor. She personally thinks this should be a deliberate mockery and ridicule. Although she also thinks it is a bit naive, Not the point. The booklet seemed to be a thin book that was sandwiched among some gifts for her. She had glanced through her during her boring time and then threw away the content of this kind of research on inferior race.

But it's just right now.

She found the memory picture that best matched her knowledge and flipped it desperately.

Lucius. For the third time, she silently recited it in her heart.

Lucius.

L-U-C-I-U-S.

Three syllables roll down the throat from the lips to the top of the palate and then to the tip of the tongue.

The ancient knowledge recorded in detail by unknown people on the spelling of the source told her that the name came from a character used by a deceased civilization on the planet of monkeys. It is said that its root meaning is "light" or "illumination".

Very ironic, because she felt that the handsome monkey had nothing to do with these two words except for the shiny eyes and the teeth that would shine when she smiled - perhaps no one else felt it, but she was as keen as her For a natural killer like a purple eye, behind which she had been imprisoned by her unknown force and hidden something she had dreamed of. She didn't understand what it was, but as a dark spiritual race, she was definitely not a weak person. She knew two things very well.

First, she will definitely get what she wants.

Secondly, after her injury recovered, she had the strength to achieve her wish.

"Lucius." She whispered, this was the sixth time she had repeated the syllable in her mouth today.

The surveillance collar is still lying silently on her skin. The cold metal is quite heavy and lifeless. Only the heat of her skin warms it. Her temporary monitor stands at the door, and his power aerial servo motor sends out maybe these monkeys still There is a thinking loop made by them with their own similar heads and doesn't think there is any big problem with her behavior of reciting other people's names, or they determine that it is just a stereotype of prisoners when they are bored.

But if she saw her acting like this, a member of the Comoros Witch Spirit Sect who had been fighting since childhood, she would definitely not be unfamiliar with the way of chanting that assisted in meditation.

Those memory fragments that fell with syllables began to flash, develop, and open in sequence in front of her like a silent script, presenting more content from that record to her in her mind - Lucius, The servants of the thirsty goddess murmured their names in the static noise, the God-Champion of the Dark Prince.

Lucius, the soul robber, the champion of the Phoenix Maharaja, the genius swordsman, the man blessed by the Lord of Joy, the undead who cannot turn back, is always on the way to fall.

It is said that anyone who killed him would soon hear his laughter from under his skin.

His laughter? She thought dizzyly, but her talented skills made her floating on the water of the vast ocean.

She seemed to have not heard his laughter...

How did the Dark Prince's maids call him to the Sakurga Walkers?

...The Flawless Blade and the Immortal Sword.

...Why are there two different gift titles?

She turned around in the veil waving by the secret keeper and the drama dance of the troupe of the harlequin. The tribes who served the laughing god seemed to be extremely afraid of her. They jumped and danced around her, but she could understand that they were performing. Theatre and dance are all serving her.

So in this grand drama, she is the heroine. Of course she did. She is the absolute protagonist.

She looked at them disdainfully, picking countless flaws of big and small from their dances.

Too weak. If her original armor and weapons were still there, she was confident that she could turn all these guys into...what?

Are you looking for him?

Someone asked her gently in his ear, are you looking for him?

Green and golden eyes and purple eyes flashed by, and the colors rotated wildly with time and space.

Then she found that the soles of her feet were stepping on the familiar sand and she was staring at a pair of turbid eyes, and from the completely scratched face to the lipless and sharp smile of her ears, a full of The long tongue of a vulgar and greedy tentacle was poking out towards her.

She could almost smell the sour and decay chemical smell of the stimulant and dark craft that almost replaced the blood in the blood vessels of the fallen object that gave her to the thirsty person, and the stimulant that was synthesized with dark skills after excessive use, and the sour smell of the stimulant that did not belong to A certain smell of his original race—this abominable object even sucks the flesh and blood essence of the arena witches!

She found her retardation and frowned and her nose and brows, the stinky smell on the jar of medicine that relies entirely on anesthesia and psychedelic drugs fighting would feel that it would dull her own senses. It's really a hell!

Isn't this what you want him?

What?

Which one do you want to get?

Which one?

Are there two more...

"Lucius."

The sixth time the pronunciation of his name woke her up with the tremors coming from her own vocal cords.

A smile came from the distant curtains, the legendary Ark door and the deceased's non-existent kingdom. She shivered with excitement, and the consciousness that was sucked away some time back into her body.

"What's the matter? My dear Miss Bichi? I don't seem to remember telling you my name."

At some point, the handsome monkey came back, and she didn't even notice that he was standing in front of her at any time.

He still looks so tall, graceful and hatefully proud in his power armor. What's there to be proud of him! This monkey! His existence like this is just taking advantage of her injury!

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

The boring substitute had quietly left. She smelled the mixed smell of Lucius and could even tell from it his itinerary:

The wiped oil smoke shows that he has passed by many times today near the cooking kitchen. At a height below his waist, there are traces of candles and incense particles in the gap of the power armor, indicating that he has stayed in front of the rotten pilgrims. Time, his boots had the damp smell of dirt and grass, related to the new bouquet he brought back to replace the wild lilies, and the faint smell of sweat and dirty mixed endocrine hormones from various lower races and lowly slaves. The smell made her frown in reality, and he should have cleaned his power ar surface better before returning to the house!

And what is that flashing on the leather strap on his thigh power armor?

She blinked, not looking like something or direction a sophisticated swordsman or warrior would stuff into, and this slender, energy-shining soul stone hook aroused her desire to taste the sweet soul-

"Oh, it happened unexpectedly again... It's really a lack of politeness, this is not for you."

She roared angrily, her muscles tensed, and she jumped from her lazy still posture to an incredible height, while kicking her from bottom to top with a whip-like kick to the other person's naked, hateful, perfectly lined chin As expected, he avoided the attack, but also made way for the front position. She grabbed the soul stone crystal on his belt, pulled it away, and then kicked the opponent's leg armor, borrowing With the reaction force, kick the opponent away at high speed.

Although you usually have a complicated style to eat these delicious soul candies, it doesn’t take long to really eat the souls of their conservative peers.

Just as she was ready to use her lips to suck away the trembling soul energy with her lips, a sheathed sword slashed like a rainbow, knocking away the soul stone, and the stone swirled and flew away all the way until it hit. He got caught in the mirror on the sideboard and inserted it like a dart.

The dark spiritual captors howled, as the delicious food they had just received flew away, and their insatiable desires were aroused.

She turned around and rushed towards him.

Obviously, although she had only recovered for one more day, her talent became more and more apparent. This time Lucius was no longer so easy. The swordsman raised his eyebrows in surprise and became more serious.

The hilt of the sword turned skillfully in the palm of his hand armor, and a long and strange sound came, which was the dozens of attacks she made with her only nails in an instant.

"If your nails that should be pulled out will knock my sword face out of any imperfection, I'll report to apply to pull out your Bichi's spine and recast it."

"Then pull out your sword!" she hissed, waving her neck, the ends of her long hair whipped Lucius's power armor like a long whip, forcing the latter to step in a step Adjust the balance so that she won't get more results from the blow of her smile.

“You always want me to pull it out, but you don’t provide much feedback after I pull it out.”

Lucius complained, but he still didn't let the sword unsheathed, but she could feel the dormant evil but sweet passion hidden under his hymn engraved armor, behind his clear purple eyes, she was once again It's ignited.

As the vital points implied by her attack became more and more deadly, his sword moves became more and more vicious and ruthless. She could almost imagine that he stood in the middle of the Comoros Arena, tearing and slashing with the sword in his hand. , cut off the opponent's head and break the chest and abdomen from the throat. The heat-burning internal organs slid on the bloody sand like water...

A sting of pain passed through the sensitive tips of the elves' ears.

She didn't realize what it smelled until she suddenly realized it was her own blood.

She stopped and landed on the table that had become as messy as the wind was blowing, arching her back and looking at Lucius holding the sword, the metal decorative carving at the tip of the scabbard was dripping from the carvings on the other side. A little bright red.

Look, the boring gentle and calm that had been surrounding him had been pushed away, and the black blood that was covered by the desert and oasis had been ignited by her.

Now Lucius looks like an eternal, burning torch of emotions, the tumultuous, undisguised primitive desires of destruction and destruction are as straightforward as supernovae that is exploding in the sky. The energy churning in the soul stone that she thought was ok just now was just a firefly next to the bright moon.

This was discovered by her and lit by her. Of course, she had to extinguish it with her own hands and display the ashes in her spoil room... Yes, although she doesn't remember, she must have a room like this for storage The loot she thought was worth bringing back.

She heard her heart pulsating greedily in her chest, and countless forgotten emotions that she didn't know how to describe in the vocabulary of the Dark Spirits surged up.

What a delicate drama, the ultimate blessing of the Lord of Joy never relies on straightforward pain, but weaves the strangest feelings into a web of spider-back with barbed ones.

"I will peel off your iron sheet and drag you out of it, monkey, and eat you alive, and listen to your screams and pain nourish me, so that my soul can obtain the highest satisfaction from it. ”

She made the declaration proudly word by word, and then rushed towards the other side again.

The cracked mirror behind her reflected the same broken face of the person standing opposite her.