Chapter 327 Chapter 326 Afterglow

Chapter 327 326. Afterglow

After Lu Yu, it was Lulu. The conversation was very short. When Lulu came out, she looked confused. When asked by Sera what she had said, Lulu nodded and shook her head, leaving only one sentence "I didn't understand it clearly..."

After Lulu, it was the fog demon. If it wasn't for the fog demon's cleverness, seeing Laurende coughing and interrupting the conversation directly, he would probably continue talking.

The next day, Laurende and Mao Jing summoned everyone who was still working in the Pope's Tower in the room, and distributed the gifts that had been prepared long ago one by one to thank them for their hard work over the years, and gathered everyone to hold a bonfire party again that night.

Laurend, who had taken off everything, sat among the crowd this time.

Guarding the gate of the Pope's Tower, the few members of the Pope's Knights made a good start for this bonfire party. They took off their swords, said in unison, "Let's dance with swords to liven up the atmosphere", and then jumped off the stage.

In Lu Yu's cognition, when someone wants to dance with swords in a happy and harmonious atmosphere, it is almost certain that they are going to cause trouble. There are indeed many such classic scenes in history.

However, this group of sturdy and burly men obviously did not have the idea of ​​"aiming at Pei Gong".

They were divided into two teams, and the sharp swords danced out a residual shadow, forming an impenetrable wall. It is hard to imagine that this is a skill honed by a group of people whose average strength hovered around the fourth level. Their hands were so stable that even if they tied a huge stone to their wrists, they could still use their ingenuity to draw dangerous and charming sword flowers.

Without musical instruments, the audience subconsciously beat the rhythm with their hands. As the crowd slowly accelerated, the frequency of the knights' sword dancing became faster and faster.

They were dancing.

The shiny sword blades reflected the warm light of the campfire, and arcs of light surrounded them. Their movements were huge, neat and powerful, and the hard lines of their stretched bodies outlined by the firelight made them like moving statues.

When the swords collided, they kept shaking their arms to make the blades tremble. At this moment, sword dancing turned into sword fighting.

They manipulated the swords with amazing sword skills. The sword tips kept colliding, creating a series of sparks, illuminating their resolute faces. They were completely focused on it and reached a state of selflessness, attracting everyone's admiration with their wonderful "dance posture".

Laurent took the lead in applauding.

Lulu and Lu Yu were stunned. When they heard the applause next to them, they hurriedly mixed in.

Lulu, who had been studying magic for a long time, only had a written understanding of martial arts. Since she became famous, she had never fought with top warriors.

Lu Yu, who followed Lulu, had the greatest understanding of martial arts from Luo Ye, a man who used the knife to perfection. Every time he swung, he gave people the image of cutting the moon and the stars. The smooth drawing and sheathing of the knife made people wonder if their hands could not do it even after practicing for ten years or a hundred years.

The admiration on Lulu's face suddenly disappeared, and she opened the chat room that had not been used for a long time.

"There are too many ways to kill a warrior like this by a magician of the same level."

There is no intention to show off the power of magic. As a genius magician, Lulu has mixed feelings.

Lu Yu understood and put more strength into his applause.

The tide of magic is rising, the world is entering a new era, and magicians will also usher in a sharp change.

Where should warriors go?

They constantly hone their skills, exchanging time, sweat, and blood for progress.

Mechanical and boring, practicing day after day just to win with one strike when they attack, and have a slight chance of winning when fighting against magicians.

For warriors, the world is cruel, and the skills they are proud of and rely on for survival are becoming increasingly powerless in the ever-changing era.

"Close combat is more advantageous" is just a joke. When a warrior constantly hammers his body, gains amazing explosive power, and has a body movement that is enough to avoid magic, he will be surprised to find that the magician has released the shield, picked up the scroll, and is wearing enchanted armor.

When you try your best to squeeze your body to the limit, and you are confident that the magician only has one chance to cast a spell, the warriors will find that the magician's one strike is enough to resolve the battle.

You have spent countless time and tears for this strike, and endured endless pain and torture, while the magician only needs to chant a spell.

When warriors of the same level must be prepared to exchange their lives for their lives in order to win a chance of victory in the battle against the magician, the warrior has already lost.

The magician's blockade of the craftsman's skills has strangled the warrior's throat. The weapons made of gold and iron can break the magic with the blessing of skills, but they are not qualified to go further.

When the rolling waves of the times swept in, those weak persistence, the indignation in the face of the waves, and the unwilling roar from the heart were destined to be drowned.

It is never diverted by anyone's will.

Lu Yu didn't know where the future path of the warriors was. At this moment, he only hoped that his applause would make those who tried hard to persist feel "worth it".

Just as he and Orcus did not give up the summons, those who are willing to persist should not be laughed at. Although stupid, they deserve respect.

The party was still going on.

The cooks sang hymns with hoarse voices, and Laurent laughed loudly. He even pulled Sera to his side and said, "If you had sung like this, I would never have taken you away."

To be honest, apart from the party and Laurent's evaluation bonus, Lu Yu felt that the lethality of this group of cooks' chorus was about the same as that of the sixth level...

Most of the servants were honest and had no special skills, so they performed classic programs such as dish-wiping competition and cleaning competition for Laurent on the spot.

Laurende was laughing all the time. He encouraged everyone who took the initiative to show themselves. Mao Jing would also give out silver coins as a reward.

When the party ended, Mao Jing helped Laurende back to his room. He was still praising everyone's liveliness tonight.

Lu Yu followed behind and said with a smile: "Why don't we let Sera sing a hymn tomorrow night? You always praise her charming and beautiful singing voice, but we have never heard it once."

Lu Yu's suggestion made Lulu blink her eyes and stare at Lu Yu. After hesitating for a while, she agreed: "I really haven't heard it... Since Sera came to play with me on her own, I haven't heard her hum a song."

The fog demon turned into a big question mark directly - under Lu Yu's teaching, she can also turn into an ellipsis and an exclamation mark.

Sera looked normal and didn't seem to be going to answer.

Laurent sat by the bed, coughing and saying, "You haven't sung for many years, can you still sing?"

Sera said, "Yes, I can..."

Laurent glanced at Lu Yu and showed a smug expression: "Then sing, everyone wants to listen, me too."

Sera was helpless, she had to nod.

Laurent leaned slightly, and his eyes, which were still looking at Lu Yu, suddenly dimmed.

Realizing that something was wrong, Lu Yu rushed up with a brisk step and caught Laurent who fell straight down.

Laurent's mouth was slightly open, his pupils suddenly dilated, his hands maintained the original position, extremely stiff, his breathing was rapid and unstable, and he trembled like an electric shock.

Everything happened very suddenly, and Mao Jing, who was making the bed, came to Laurent's side second, and cooperated with Lu Yu to lift him onto the bed.

The fog demon rushed out in a flash, and when he came back, he was followed by two doctors.

Seeing Laurent's appearance, the doctor dared not neglect it. At this time, they were the masters of the room. Except for Mao Jing, everyone was asked to leave the door, leaving enough space for them to perform.

After countless steps, the pear-yellow carved door that was pushed open separated the inside and the outside. Lu Yu sat on the chair, his legs shaking anxiously. Whenever there was a loud noise in the room, he immediately raised his lowered head and stared at the door for a long time.

Sera's face did not show any expression changes. She folded her hands, leaned against the wall, and looked out of the window into the distance. The index finger that kept tapping her arm betrayed her inner anxiety.

Lulu sat beside Lu Yu holding the fog monster. The two worried people moved surprisingly synchronously with Lu Yu.

This time was far more dangerous than Laurent's previous experience. He was still joking with Lu Yu in the last second, but he suddenly lost consciousness, as if his soul was snatched away by a pair of big hands.

The dim sky was covered with a soft white, and the morning light dispelled the darkness that enveloped the earth.

At the back of the corridor, the early-rising servants knelt on the ground, their hands clasped tightly, and they prayed tremblingly.

At this time, only the chefs were still working in the entire Pope's Tower. Laurende once said that nothing could be happier than having a full meal when hungry.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the magic treatment plan and traditional medicine should have a result, but the door was still closed.

The chefs pushed the cart with trembling hands to deliver breakfast to everyone, and they kept repeating what Laurende said.

"Nothing can be happier than having a full meal when hungry."

"Everyone is hungry, let's eat first..."

With Sera leading the way, everyone began to eat mouthful by mouthful. Today's breakfast was delicious. The two chefs who had obtained tickets to Lu Yu's territory and had to work the last shift before leaving had great skills, but their throats were blocked and no one praised them.

The door suddenly opened, and pairs of eyes immediately focused on the doctor who pushed the door out.

Lu Yu stood up, he stared at the doctor's lips, afraid to hear words like "I tried my best".

"Sera, go ask the puppeteer." Perhaps because he was too tired, the doctor did not use honorifics, and his voice was trembling.

After the doctor finished speaking, he closed the door again.

Lu Yu wanted to grab Sera's hand and ask why he wanted to find a puppeteer instead of other doctors or magicians, but Sera did not give him the opportunity.

He subconsciously thought that the puppeteer indicated that some advance preparations would be made for Laurend's body after his death, and he covered his head in pain.

Fortunately, Lulu reminded him in the chat room of another feature of the puppeteer school.

The most outstanding puppeteer in the Church, a middle-aged man nicknamed "Beehive", hurried over. This deeply religious man was still trembling as he walked through the corridor. The man following behind him, with a numb expression and mechanical movements, was like a zombie.

Lulu couldn't help it, and said to Beehive when he passed by: "Please save the Pope..."

Beehive turned his head and the bitterness on his face was restrained.

Because every pair of eyes looking at him shone with hope wherever he looked.

Beehive nodded: "I will try my best to snatch the Pope back from the hands of the God of Light..."

No one thought this sentence, which was enough to be considered blasphemous, was inappropriate.

In the ward, the pure plant-attributed magic power continued to interweave on the bed, and those vital forces maintained the vitality of Laurend's body.

The two doctors were almost exhausted and vomited blood twice. Without the support of Mao Jing's magic power, they could not even complete this meticulous magic circle with their strength.

This is the limit of what they can do.

The two doctors who have been drained looked at Beehive and said sadly: "We have done everything we can..."

"If possible, I am willing to inject my life into the body of the Pope...but aging is inevitable..."

"God of Glory, do you really want to take away everything from the Theocracy...Can't you give the Pope some more time...Just a little..."

Hive put his hands on the accompanying puppet, took a deep breath, and used magic power to trigger the mechanism.

The two doctors were so weak that their legs were shaking uncontrollably, but at this moment, they still stood up holding on to the wall and moved to the side of the hive step by step.

The material that made up the doll's outer skin began to peel off little by little, revealing the still-beating heart and some of its organs that were functioning well.

As a pioneer in the magician school to escape decay, the ultimate goal of the puppet master is to complete "rebirth" again and again by replacing parts or replacing the body and consciousness.

Clorance was limited by the times. Even if he had an idea long ago, he could not realize it. He could only hide in the discussion or discussion by splitting his consciousness. All this was based on his finding a magical place with far-reaching magical concentration like the moon-carved barrier. A special place beyond the outside world.

Under the magic of reality, the puppet masters who aim to create "life" have not yet achieved a breakthrough, but they have succeeded in replacing parts...the hive.

After obtaining the consent of his family, he personally replaced a farmer's kidney and arm, which ultimately allowed the farmer to live for nearly a year before he died of kidney necrosis.

Each time after that, the hive failed.

Hive, which has not yet summed up enough experience and rules, now has to face the Pope who once praised him...

The hive was panting heavily, as if it had run a marathon.

"Sister Black Nun... You should know the risks... I... I..." Beehive trembled all over, looking at the pale and unconscious Laurend on the hospital bed, he choked up, "Are you ready?"

Even though he knew that if the attempt failed, he would probably be implicated by crazy cultists and lose control of his anger in the future, Hive still asked without hesitation.

As long as Maojing is willing to try, he is willing to save their glory for the Theocracy!

It was nothing more than a bet with his own future, and he bet!

Mao Jing stared at Laurend affectionately, and for a long time, she made a decision.

"Please."

After saying that, Mao Jing leaned down and kissed Laurend's loose, elastic face gently, and then his dry lips.

She no longer cares about the eyes of the people around her, she wants to satisfy herself, and it is also the love that Laurende has suppressed for decades.

The Doctor and Hive lowered their heads and sobbed quietly.

This scene, which was very similar to love at dusk, did not make them feel strange and disgusting, but made them feel deeply powerless and ashamed.

"Don't…"

Mao Jing stood up quickly and looked at the pair of eyes that opened slowly and lost their luster in surprise.

Laurent repeated angrily: "Don't..."

The doctor and Hive went crazy, and they hurried forward, only to hear Laurender's mosquito-like sound.

"Thank you... go out for a moment."

He wanted to smile, but his facial muscles couldn't be controlled.

Hive and the doctor maintained their absolute respect for Laurend. They backed away slowly and closed the door gently.

"Don't try..."

Mao Jing's eyes widened and he stared at his lover in horror.

Laurent finally regained control of his facial muscles and showed the gentlest smile to Mao Jing.

"I'm... really... tired..."

"Lu Yu... Lu... Lu... Sera... wants to leave... must hurry..."

"Magic...magic...tide is coming...can't...drag them..."

"I... died... everyone... is relieved..."