Chapter 220 Uther's Tragedy
"Cyril. What's going on with the Sword of Sorrow and the demon?" Louis didn't quite understand what Uther was going to do with that resolute look.
Knowing that Louis was not from the Miracle Continent and had never heard of the legend of the Sword of Sorrow, Cyril held back his grief and briefly explained it to Louis, and Louis's face became solemn.
"In this case, can the angel and my healing potion suppress the demon?" The previous angel had been cancelled by Louis, and now he only had a bottle of healing potion in his hand, but it wouldn't take long to train, and there was krypton gold to speed it up.
However, Cyril glanced at the healing spell potion in Louis's hand, and then shook his head painfully: "Impossible... This is not a creature that can be suppressed by a single holy light power."
"The demon in the sword is not an undead, and the holy light has no restraining effect on it. To suppress the demon in the sword, it is rumored that at least five different magicians are needed, and each magician's realm must be above the holy magician, and then the legendary sealing technique must be performed at the same time, so that there is a certain possibility of re-sealing the demon."
Cyril watched his friend step by step, under the pressure released by the black figure, and walked towards the sad holy sword again.
"Stop! Mortal!" The black figure screamed madly, and its powerful momentum rushed towards Uther, but at this moment Uther was bathed in the holy light, with a pious look in his eyes, and walked towards the sad holy sword step by step, and then stretched out his hand to directly grasp the hilt of the sad holy sword.
"Crack!" The sad holy sword was pulled out of the ground by Uther and raised high.
"Stop! Stop it! Roar!" The black figure exuded his aura in waves, trying to defeat Uther. But at this moment, Uther, who was extremely pious, was completely unaffected by this pressure.
"Cyril, help me take care of my family and my daughter!" Uther put the sad holy sword on his neck, and then looked back at his friend Cyril for many years.
"Uther!" Cyril couldn't bear it anymore, tears gushed out of his eyes, and his vision gradually became blurred.
"Stop, don't waste your energy! Although your soul power is strong enough, you don't have a sacrifice! It is absolutely impossible to transform into a headless knight! You are just wasting your energy!" The black figure struggled hard.
He had been sealed in the sword for too long. He was extremely eager for the outside world and wanted to use his power to wantonly destroy the outside world and indulge his desires. But he was firmly sealed by this damn seal.
This time, it was his only chance to break the seal in all these years. He only needed to be given some more time, and he could gather enough strength to completely break the seal.
But... Uther appeared, and he was not as easy to fool as the previous master of the Sword of Sorrow.
At this moment, Uther suddenly laughed sarcastically: "Sacrifice? That was just something you made up to deceive those who wanted to be recognized by the Sword of Sorrow, telling them that they needed to sacrifice a large number of lives to transform into the Dullahan and control the Sword of Sorrow."
"No! In fact, it's not like that at all! The energy obtained by sacrificing a large number of lives is not used to transform the Dullahan, but for you to absorb! You absorbed a lot of power and stored it, probably for the purpose of being able to break the seal one day in the future? In fact, to transform the Dullahan, you only need a Sword of Sorrow."
"How do you know? This is impossible..." The black figure roared in disbelief.
"What a pity, I didn't know it at first. But I saw the transformation process of the woman before, combined with the legends I heard. So, I will never give you the opportunity to cholera the whole world!" Mrs. Katie has never been to the Miracle Continent, and has never heard of the legend of the Sorrowful Holy Sword, otherwise she would definitely be able to analyze the real transformation method from what she has learned.
But it is meaningless for Mrs. Katie to know, she is different from Uther, and the means Uther has are not comparable to Mrs. Katie.
At this moment, Uther shouted the last sentence, and countless holy lights gathered on his head to form a halo like a god. At this moment, Uther swung the Sorrowful Holy Sword fiercely and cut off his head, and then... a powerful holy light power wrapped him up.
"Pah!" Uther's head fell to the ground, and Cyril instantly collapsed and knelt on the ground, crying loudly.
At this moment, a powerful and holy soul force began to condense at the place where Uther's head was cut off, forming a translucent energy head, and a powerful force burst out from the Sorrowful Holy Sword.
"Buzz!" The black magic power began to spread from the hilt, surrounding Uther's arms, gradually upwards, and then wrapped up his entire body.
"No... You don't have a sacrifice! Without enough energy... It's impossible to successfully transform into a headless knight! Impossible..." The black figure flashed a trace of fear, and the voice trembled a little.
At this time, Uther's head formed by soul power suddenly said: "There is no need for the best! Just use yours! My last holy light! Help me break through this shackles!"
"Puff!" The last breath of holy light in Uther's body condensed into a thick beam of light, and rushed into the Sorrowful Holy Sword fiercely through the wrist holding the hilt.
"Boom!" The two channels were opened, and the demon sealed in the sword let out a miserable roar. A stream of energy was out of his control and flowed back into Uther's body, forming a huge vortex.
"Boom!" Another explosion-like sound sounded in Uther's body, including his black power dissipated instantly, his skin had turned pale, and wisps of black mist continued to emerge from his pores.
Uther held the Sad Holy Sword in his hand, with his back to Cyril and Louis.
"U... Uther..." Cyril burst into tears, and even dared not to see what his friend looked like now.
"Forget me..." The Sad Holy Sword in his hand had completely quieted down, and the demon in the sword was suppressed in the depths of the seal again. Uther did not turn around, he summoned the Death Horse that was suspended in the air down, and then turned over and sat on it.
"No, you are a hero of the whole world, you must be remembered by everyone!" Cyril raised his head, with a hint of madness in his eyes.
"I must be forgotten, Cyril." Uther suddenly turned around, with a head formed by magic above his neck. "I am the evil Dullahan, the most powerful soldier in the Temple of the Dead. I am not worthy of being remembered."
"You protected everyone, Uther!" At this time, Louis jumped off the flying dragon and walked in front of Uther.
"No matter who you are, whether you are an undead, a demon, or a Dullahan. Follow your heart. If you are righteous, then even if you are a Dullahan... you are righteous."
"Lord Louis." Uther turned over and dismounted, and walked in front of Louis.
"Before I leave, I have a request, I hope you can agree to it." Uther said to Louis sincerely.
"You are the hero of the world, and you are also my savior. I can agree to all your requests." Louis nodded.
Uther knelt on one knee, stuck the Sword of Sorrow into the ground, and then said to Louis respectfully: "The God of Light is really a very kind God. His teachings have enlightened countless people and brought them a happy and joyful life, so I..."
"Okay! You don't have to say it!" Louis helped him up, "Let me be the Son of Light of your Church, right? I promise you, I will bring angels to your Church to eliminate the pain for those who are suffering from illness."
"No... that... Mr. Louis, it's not the Son of God... it's... the Pope..." Cyril suddenly spoke awkwardly behind Louis.
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