Netheril’s Glory - Chapter 1183

[Chapter 1175 Seriously Injured]

In the palace castle of the Aldora Kingdom, most of the rooms in the ancient castle that were brightly lit have dimmed at this time, and only a small side room hall window is still flashing with a little green fluorescence.

However, in the deep dark night, such a small and glossy embellishment not only did not make this ancient building show a palace-like splendor, but the incomparably dim magic lights dyed the originally graceful and luxurious palace. An ominous coldness.

Obviously, although this castle in the capital city is theoretically the inherent property of the Odora royal family, the real owner who lives in it now is no longer a member of the luxury and pleasure aristocracy.

In fact, the powerful professional who is staying in that dark hall at this moment is the legendary mage “Plague Box” Kesanoya who just drove away King Aldora and his subjects and monopolized his castle. And the purpose of her occupying this place… is to heal the wound of the legendary warlock “Thunderstorm” who came to defect to her.

There is no way, anger is anger, headache is headache, it is absolutely impossible for the unlucky girl mage to watch her “team member” die in front of her eyes.

You know, the Glory of the Throne of the Silent Alliance has clearly requested that all members of the Silent Alliance must not fight infighting, arrange conspiracies with each other, and do not die. That’s why Kesanoya now chooses to help Di, who is seriously injured and dying. Teben is not because she has a kind heart or humanitarian spirit, but because she is worried that if she pretends to turn a blind eye now, she will not be able to explain it when she faces the “chairman” in the future.

No one dared to ignore the orders of a bright sun. Since the dying Dietben chose to come to the plane of Aldora to seek a lifeline, the “Plague Box”, which suffered from the unpredictable disaster, was destined to be impossible to escape the difficulties this time. I’m in trouble……

“The way of heaven is good for reincarnation? Who will the heaven spare? I remember that at the very beginning, when His Excellency “President” just asked the members of the Silent Alliance to “unify and help each other”, he was hesitating next to the round platform for the choice of “joining the executor”. I am secretly glad that the Throne of the Sun has made such a friendly rule, because I always think that the first person to use this rule will probably be myself. Speaking of which, I thought that if I had Where should I run when I was seriously injured one day… I didn’t realize it, and in the end I was the first unlucky person to be used by the rules.”

“Crack”.

The silver-white alchemy scissors easily cut through the muscles of the legendary warlock’s chest, and the strong beating heart was plated with a glittering color under the illumination of the magic light.

At this moment, the “Plague Box” who was doing the operation calmly and complaining helplessly, looked at Dietben from the simple anger at the beginning to a complex state full of upset and resentment.

It was the “thunderstorm” that led the enemy to her doorstep. Of course, Kesanoya was very angry about what she did as a “nominal team member”. After all, she had finally developed a little interest in the bakery vacation. It’s over, and the powerful enemy chasing after the legendary warlock may threaten his own life.

But since things have already happened…the optimistic casters who are unable to change the past naturally have reason to think about the positive effect of Dietben’s presence here, right?

At least with the warning of this warlock who seems to be in a state of injury all the year round, the “plague box” that has been prepared can not be killed before the enemy’s sudden attack can be resisted.

Moreover, in terms of the “order of attacks” alone, the sophistry before “Thunderstorm” actually has some truth-she Keshanoa is indeed one of the two weakest legendary members of the entire “Executors”. One, if the unfortunate warlock is silently and abruptly assassinated by others, then Keishanoya, who is not even skilled in using a legendary ultimate move, doesn’t think she has a chance to survive.

She really didn’t have any trump cards in her hand. Before the “Thunderstorm” was attacked, after all, there was a Huiyue-level magic scroll to save her life!

Of course, Mr. Akama, who has now used up the scroll, has become a complete pauper like the “plague box” that has nothing…

“Hey, can’t you be a little more gentle when you operate on other people’s internal organs? I am now an endangered patient who has relaxed the body’s vitality and has not received any anesthesia measures, and cut the heart directly with a knife like you. But it hurts.”

Lying flat on a stone table and looking at the royal frescoes painted on the ceiling, Dietben, who seems to be immersed in art, is actually using his own perception to concentrate on observing the blade of the “Plague Box”.

Because in his fully opened thoracic cavity, the girl mage who pursed her lips has begun to use the scorching energy knife to cut away the necrotic and atrophied fragile muscle blocks on his heart.

These serious injuries, which were so severe that the body self-healing ability of the legendary warlock professional could not be recovered, were a farewell gift from a morning star priest to “Thunderstorm”. Strong attack on the main body, but the aftermath of many liquid laws full of morning star power still left amazing damage to his body and soul.

The legendary warlock, who knows nothing about magic theory and magic theory, doesn’t know the specific name of the magic trick that hurts him, and what kind of killing principle it has, but he knows that ever since his battered soul and body were cursed After being entangled with the same strange energy, his originally powerful body and flesh quickly lost their activity, and his legendary soul became weaker every second.

In fact, until he arrived at the door of the “Plague Box” bakery, Dietben, who was so weak, couldn’t even control his own limbs.

Speaking of which, at this sad juncture, the legendary warlock who sighed with the change of fortune had to thank the “sorrowful soul” that had been parasitic in his own soul for a long time, because if it weren’t for this grinding The “Little Goblin” has been stimulating his blood, and the dizzy “Thunderstorm” may never even have the power to come to the door of his “team leader” for help.

He would turn into an immobile stone directly in the icy astral space.

“If you think about it, my luck is not bad…”.

Enduring the pain of the knife cutting through the flesh, Dietben, who was slightly baring his teeth, thought so.