Clash of Clans Lord System

"Cyril. What's going on with the Holy Sword of Sorrow and that demon?" Louis didn't quite understand what Uther was trying to do with that look of determination.

I know that Louis is not from the Miracle Continent and has never heard of the legend of the Holy Sword of Sorrow. Cyril endured his grief and briefly explained to Louis, and Louis' expression became solemn.

"In this case, can the angel plus my bottle of healing magic potion suppress the demon?" The previous angel has been canceled by Louis. At this moment, he only has a bottle of healing magic potion in his hand, but it won't take long if he needs to train it. Besides, it won't take long. There is krypton gold to speed up.

However, Cyril glanced at the healing spell potion in Louis' hand, and then shook his head in pain: "It's impossible... This is not a creature that can be suppressed by relying on a single power of holy light."

"The demon in the sword is not an undead, and the holy light has no restraint effect on it. If you want to suppress the demon in the sword, it is rumored that you need at least five different magicians. The realm of each magician must be above the holy magician, and then at the same time Only by using the legendary sealing technique can it be possible to seal the demon again."

Cyril watched in great pain as his friend walked towards the Holy Sword of Sorrow step by step, resisting the pressure released by the black figure.

"Stop! Mortal!" The black figure roared crazily, and all 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 steadily towards the Holy Sword of Sorrow step by step. , and then stretched out his hand to directly hold the hilt of the Holy Sword of Sorrow.

"Crack!" The Holy Sword of Sorrow was pulled out from the ground by Uther and then raised high.

"Stop! Stop! Roar!" The black figure exuded wave after wave of his own aura, trying to defeat Uther. But Uther, who was extremely pious at this moment, was completely unaffected by this pressure.

"Cyril, help me take care of my family and my daughter!" Uther put the Holy Sword of Sorrow on his neck, and then looked back with nostalgia at the last glance of Cyril, his friend of many years.

"Uther!" Cyril couldn't bear it anymore, tears burst out of his eyes, and his vision gradually became blurred.

"Stop, don't waste your efforts! Although your soul power is strong enough, but you have no sacrifice! It is absolutely impossible to transform into the Headless Horseman! You are just wasting your efforts!" The black figure worked hard. The final struggle.

He has been sealed in the sword for too long. He is eager for the outside world and wants to use his own power to wreak havoc in the outside world and indulge his desires. But he was tightly sealed by this damn seal.

And this time, it was his only chance to break the seal in so many years. As long as he was given some more time, he could gather enough strength to completely break the seal.

But... Uther appeared. He was not as easy to fool as the previous owner of the Sword of Sorrow.

At this moment, Uther suddenly smiled sarcastically: "Sacrifice? That's just a fabrication you made up to deceive those who want to be recognized by the Holy Sword of Sorrow, telling them that they need to sacrifice a large number of creatures to transform into a headless horseman and control The Holy Sword of Sorrow.”

"No! In fact, that's not the case at all! The energy obtained by sacrificing a large number of creatures is not used to transform the Headless Horseman, but is used for you to absorb! You have absorbed a large amount of power and stored it, probably for the future. Will you be able to break through the seal one day? In fact, all you need to transform into the Headless Horseman is the Sword of Sorrow."

"How do you know? This is impossible..." The black figure roared in disbelief.

"What a pity. I didn't know about it. But I saw the transformation process of the previous woman, combined with the legends I heard. So, I will never give you a chance to cholera the whole world!" Mrs. Katie She has never been to the Miracle Continent and has never heard of the legend of the Holy Sword of Sorrow. Otherwise, she would be able to analyze the real transformation method from what she learned.

But it doesn't make sense for Mrs. Katie to know. She is different from Uther. Uther has the means that Mrs. Katie can't compare with.

At this moment, Uther shouted the last sentence, and countless holy lights condensed on his head to form a god-like aperture. At this moment, Uther fiercely waved the Holy Sword of Sorrow and chopped off his head. , and then...a powerful force of holy light enveloped him entirely.

"Crack!" Uther's head fell to the ground, and Cyril collapsed and fell to his knees in an instant, crying loudly.

At this moment, a powerful and holy soul power began to condense at the place where Uther's head was severed, forming a translucent energy head, and a powerful force burst out from the Holy Sword of Sorrow.

"Buzz!" The black magic power began to spread from the hilt of the sword, surrounding Uther's arm, gradually upward, and then wrapped his entire body.

"No... you don't have a sacrifice! You don't have enough energy... It's impossible to successfully transform into the Headless Horseman! It's impossible..." The black figure showed a trace of fear, and his voice actually trembled a little. .

At this time, Uther's head formed with the power of the soul suddenly said: "You don't need the best at all! Just use yours! My last holy light! Help me break through this shackles!"

"Poof!" The last breath of holy light in Uther's body condensed into a thick beam of light, and rushed into the Holy Sword of Sorrow through the wrist holding the hilt tightly.

"Boom!" The passage between the two was opened, and the demon sealed in the sword let out a miserable roar. An energy beyond his control flowed back into Uther's physical energy, forming a huge vortex.

"Boom!" Another loud explosion-like sound sounded in Uther's body, and the black power contained in him dissipated instantly. His skin had turned pale, and traces of hair continued to emerge from his pores. Black mist.

Uther was holding the Holy Sword of Sorrow, with his back to Cyril and Louis.

"U...Uther..." Cyril burst into tears, not even daring to look at what his friend looked like now.

"Forget me..." The Holy Sword of Sorrow in his hand has completely quieted down, and the demon in the sword has once again been suppressed deep in the seal. Uther did not turn around. He summoned the death horse that was still in the air to come down, then turned over and sat on it.

"No, you are a hero all over the 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, and above his neck was a head formed by magic. "I am the evil headless knight, 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 to Uther.

"No matter what you are, whether you are an undead, a demon, or a headless horseman. Follow your heart and if you are righteous, then even if you are a headless horseman... you are still righteous."

"Your Excellency Louis." Uther got off his horse and walked to Louis.

"Before I leave, I have a request, and I hope you can agree." 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 down on one knee, inserted the Holy Sword of Sorrow into the ground, and then said respectfully to Louis: "The God of Light is really a very kind God. His teachings have enlightened countless people and made them To have a happy and joyful life, so I..."

"Okay! You don't need to say anything!" Louis helped him up, "Let me be the holy son of your Holy See of Light, right? I promise you, I will bring angels to your Holy See to help those who have suffered so much. To those who torment, take away the pain.”

"No...that...Your Excellency Louis, is not the Son...but...the Pope..." Cyril suddenly spoke awkwardly behind Louis.

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