Master the Abyss, starting from an apprentice priest.

Chapter 228: Offer Your Loyalty to Me (5k4)

From the pervasive dark fog, the outline of the kite-shaped shield in the hands of the "Throne Knight" Frosa instantly emitted a dense scarlet deep light.

He swung his shield at the same time, allowing the curtain of deep scarlet light to completely isolate him.

Except for some death spirits that had already penetrated into the body, the rest of the death black fog was completely blocked. The black fog diffused and floated outside the scarlet shield curtain, and soon dissipated on its own.

After neutralizing the death-giving attack from the unknown "god", Frosa was not feeling well.

At the beginning of the attack, some of the death spirits that penetrated into Frosa's body began to corrode. Although Frosa's body was very tough as a "throne knight", the intense pain of his flesh corroding from the inside still made him frown.

After the black fog that was surrounding him dissipated, Frosa quickly looked around, but did not find the enemy he had been facing before.

The "god" had disappeared again, and Frosa could not find him. He then held a kite-shaped shield in one hand to protect his front body, and tightly grasped the double-edged axe in the other hand, and infused it with the enhanced spiritual power of "domination" so that when the dangerous enemy appeared again, he could immediately give him a fatal blow.

At this moment, in the air inside the stronghold, apart from the sound of his own breathing and the painful groans of the "High Priest of Death" Asvis behind him, Frosa did not hear any other sounds around him.

A strange silence filled the space. In Frosa's perception, he instinctively realized that the surroundings were full of danger, but he could not find the source of the danger, just like the gaze of malicious eyes hidden in the dark.

Now... Frosa suddenly felt that he had underestimated the enemy's strength.

He was under the order of the "Grand Inquisitor" to half protect and half monitor the actions of the "Priest of Death" Asves. The temporary asylum promised to Asves by Baines was implemented by Frosa.

When the "eyes" that Froza had placed around the "Secret Prayers of Death" base reported to him that the base had been invaded and that the "High Priest of Death" Asvis might have met with an accident, Froza quickly rushed over from the border, fortunately he was not too late.

Who on earth had Asves provoked... He had contracted a "god" and could use the trick of death enchantment... Could he be a believer of the "Lost" and the way of "Death" like Asves? Frosa wondered in his heart, and was a little confused for a moment.

But at this moment, he did not dare to look away and ask Asvis who was leaning against the wall behind him. All his attention was now focused on dealing with the enemy's possible surprise attack at any time.

Suddenly, Frosa, who was releasing all his senses, suddenly felt a deep wave coming from the left side in front of him.

The deep wave contained a hidden cold murderous intent, which was rapidly sweeping towards the "Priest of Death" Asves. Frosa's pupils shrank under his visor, and he immediately swung out his giant axe to block the enemy's path to Asves.

The next moment, Frosa saw a small ball wrapped in black flames suddenly shooting out from the depths of the shadow in front of him.

The small ball was originally shot straight at Asvis, but was blocked by Frosa's giant axe and instantly exploded on the blade of the axe.

--boom! ! !

Black flames suddenly surged up and overflowed, and the death fog swirled over, swallowing up Frosa's body again.

Feeling the huge impact force of the explosion of the black ball before, Frosa's wrist, which was tightly gripping the giant axe, couldn't help but feel a little numb, and the flames also left several half-charred wounds on his body.

But this degree of injury was not the most fatal. Florosa soon realized that the death fog that rolled and spread with the explosion of the black ball had completely swallowed up his entire body.

The fog seemed to have formed some kind of illusory space. Frosa could no longer sense any external situation and had completely lost any trace of the "Priest of Death" Asvis.

It was pitch black before his eyes, and everything in the stronghold had completely disappeared. Frosa could only see darkness, deep and seemingly endless darkness.

"--amber……"

Suddenly, such a voice came into Frosa's ears.

The next moment, a strong sense of crisis suddenly surged in his heart. He turned around subconsciously and blocked the kite-shaped shield and the double-sided giant axe in front of him.

And just as he turned around, Frosa saw again the huge hammer that had hit him before.

--boom! ! !

The giant hammer with strong death spirits smashed heavily on Frosa's shield again. But Frosa, who had the experience of being attacked before, was one step faster. The shield in his hand lit up red in advance, blocking all the death spirits that were biting and invading him.

But the terrifying force exerted by the giant hammer still made Frosa's eyes widen. As he withstood the heavy blow, he seemed to hear his bones creaking.

The terrifying force of the hammer immediately made Frosa take several steps back. The figure of the god attacking him gradually entered his field of vision, and Frosa could finally see His figure clearly.

It was a misty god wrapped in gray mist, holding a pitch-black round shield in his left hand and a pitch-black giant hammer in his right hand. He was floating opposite Frosa, quietly "watching" Frosa's next move.

The round shield and the huge hammer in his hands were surrounded by wisps of black mist, which contained extremely terrifying death spirits, forcing Frosa to become more cautious.

Seeing that the "god" on the opposite side did not seem to be prepared for the next attack, Frosa held the axe across his chest, raised the kite shield, and whispered an "imperial decree":

“——【Follow me in the expedition】!”

The next moment, deep red spiritual mist floated out from the surface of the kite-shaped shield in Frosa's hand, and another figure exactly the same as the "Throne Knight" Frosa condensed at his side.

Froza summoned his "spiritual body", and the outline of his "spiritual body" was emitting bursts of scarlet smoke, giving people the same dangerous aura as the "Throne Knight" Froza himself.

At the same time as summoning the spiritual body, Frosa and the spiritual body disappeared from their original places at the same time. They turned into two deep red lights and attacked the "god" opposite together.

……

"...'Amber' should be enough to keep him busy for a while."

In a dark corner of the stronghold, Luo Xiu finally emerged from the shadows, muttering something.

Since the appearance of "Throne Knight" Froza, Luo Xiu immediately hid in the dark and only let "Ashe Wolf King" Fenrir and "False Guardian" Amber launch a tentative attack on Froza.

Froza was very strong. Although Luo Xiu had no interactions with him in his previous life, he had heard some things about him from other players with the [Supreme] destiny.

Combined with the panel detection conducted on Frosa when he appeared, Luo Xiu quickly determined Frosa's strength.

If it was a one-on-one fight, Luo Xiu was confident that he could defeat him, but it would also take a considerable amount of time.

But now is not a situation where time can be delayed. Since Frosa has appeared, it means that the Supremes at the border have discovered the abnormality here. If he fails to deal with Frosa quickly, it will inevitably lead to more unnecessary entanglements.

Luo Xiu thought about these things quickly, and he was still very clear about the overall situation.

He then walked forward quickly, looking at the thick black fog around him that was emanating from the "False Guardian" Amber.

At this time, Frosa and Amber had disappeared in the thick fog.

Amber has used her power as the "Illusion Creator" as the "Guardian of Illusion" to draw Floresa into the realm of illusion that he created. Although it may be a bit difficult for Amber and Floresa to fight alone, as long as Floresa does not defeat him in that realm of illusion, he will not be able to escape from that space, and will not be able to stop his next actions.

While thinking, Luo Xiu had walked to the wall deep in the stronghold and came in front of the "High Priest of Death" Asvis.

At this time, Asvis was still half-lying at the foot of the wall. The long-term and massive blood loss from his broken arm had made him extremely weak. He looked at the mysterious invader in front of him who was wearing a black robe and a black mask, his face full of helplessness and despair.

At this time, Asvis, after witnessing the attack launched by the suspected "god" on Frosa, his heart finally died.

That was undoubtedly a real "god", and a "god" of a very high position! He could create illusions, and the countless death curses that he had created before were all blocked by him and turned into his own power...

That is a power that only the gods of the "Void" series possess. As a believer of the Lost, Asvis knows this very well, but this kind of gods are extremely rare. In Asvis's hundred-year extraordinary career, he has only seen them three times with his own eyes.

Suddenly, Asvis recalled that his teacher had told him not long ago that at the antique auction held at the "Black Sword Mansion" in Songyuan City, the broken heart of the god from "False Vigaro" had appeared...

Could it be the "False Vigara"? Asvis thought with some fear, and when he thought that he might be facing the terrifying "Chaos God", Asvis's face couldn't help but twist.

But he quickly denied this conjecture, because the "god" summoned by the enemy in front of him had not yet reached such a high level, otherwise the "Throne Knight" Frosa, who was only a fourth-level destiny, would have turned into ashes the moment he was hit.

What's more, the enemy in front of him, the mysterious invader leader, is only at the "fourth level of destiny". Even if the ancient Chaos God personally favors him, his weak body that has not yet entered the holy realm cannot withstand the terrifying spiritual pressure of a contract with a "chaos" God...

Asves was thinking quickly in his mind, but it was too late to think about it now. The enemy, dressed in black, had already walked in front of Asves. As Asves looked at him in horror and despair, Luo Xiu slowly raised his hand and pressed his palm on Asves's wet forehead.

"——This is the kindness of 'Holy Abyss', this is the mercy of 'Shura'..."

"——You are the sinner who has lost his way, and I am the guiding light..."

Luo Xiu chanted in a low voice, his pupils began to flow with deep light patterns, and a golden light also appeared in his right hand at the same time.

"——Follow me..."

"——Convert to the Holy Abyss and serve me as your master..."

"..."

As Luo Xiu was chanting in a low voice, Asvis's eyes began to gradually become blurred, and the ferocious expression on his face gradually faded, becoming calm and even a little dazed.

Asvis felt that something was pouring into his mind, breaking through the barrier of his soul and invading the depths of his soul.

His will was gradually becoming dull and dying, and something else was replacing it, replacing his personality, guiding his desires, and thus completely depriving him of his self.

"No...no..." Asvis was scared. He was deeply afraid of the abnormality in his soul.

But Asvis could not change these. He could only feel the approach of "death" in pain and despair. His original self and personality were heading towards inevitable decline. At the same time, a new self and personality were regenerated from the corpse of the soul.

"No..." Asvis finally uttered the word of rejection weakly, and the pupil of his only eye completely dilated.

Until he opened his eyes again and looked at the "enemy" in front of him.

The flame of hatred in his heart had long been extinguished, replaced by an infinite sense of respect for the person in front of him and a strong pursuit of the strange yet familiar thing called "Holy Abyss".

“Holy Abyss…”

Asvis murmured, and a barely perceptible deep purple light flashed through his pupils, which disappeared in an instant.

"You are my new apostle, Asvis."

After the specific entry "Mad Believer (stable, permanent)" appeared in Asves's status panel, Luo Xiu's hand left Asves's forehead and spoke to him in a low and majestic voice.

"I am... the Apostle of the Holy Abyss..."

Asvis was still murmuring, but the dazed expression on his face gradually faded, replaced by a calmness befitting his age, and his eyes had regained their depth.

He raised his head and looked at Luo Xiu who was wearing a black-patterned puppet mask in front of him, and said slowly:
"You are the Lord of the Holy Abyss, my... new 'Lord'..."

Asvis struggled to stand up, enduring the severe pain in his broken arm, and prostrated himself before Luo Xiu.

"Listen carefully, Asvis."

Feeling the aura surging in the black mist behind him, "Throne Knight" Froza seemed to be about to break through the blockade of the illusory world, so Luo Xiu gave a brief order to Asvis:
"From now on, you are the shadow of my 'Holy Abyss', Asvis."

"You still stay here, stay in the 'Death Mysterious Prayer', and be my eyes. In addition, you swore allegiance to the Supreme's side court before, and there is no need to terminate this loyalty. I also need you to monitor the movements over there."

"Did you hear that, Asvis?"

"..."

"I understand, my Lord."

Asvis prostrated himself on the ground again, bowed his head to Luo Xiu and said, "I will stay in the 'Secret Prayer of Death' and remain loyal to the 'Border'... Everything will be in accordance with your will, but the one I truly respect and am truly loyal to is only the 'Holy Abyss' and only you..."

"Very good." Luo Xiu nodded.

"Then I expect you to show me that loyalty."

After saying that, Luo Xiu's figure retreated backwards and soon disappeared from Asvis's sight.

Asvis was still crawling, staring at the empty darkness in front of him in a daze, as if nothing had happened here.

In front of him, the black fog that was originally pervasive also experienced a very strong shock the next moment. The fog filled with the spirit of death dissipated, and the "Knight of the Throne" Frosa finally appeared again, but his state at this time seemed quite embarrassed.

Before, when they were in that "illusory" realm, he and his "spiritual body" finally gained the upper hand in the fierce battle with the "god". They could have quickly defeated the god and escaped from that illusory realm.

But the "god" disappeared in the next moment, and the entire area also dissipated at the same time, and Frosa returned to the familiar real environment.

The moment he returned to reality, the first thing Frosa did was to check on the "Priest of Death" Asvis in the corner to see if he was still alive.

At this time, Asves was kneeling on the ground, spitting blood. Apart from the blood loss from the broken arm that had filled the cracks in the wall, the pale and bloody face that looked lifeless, and the multiple fatal wounds on his body that had begun to worsen, Asves did not seem to be in any serious danger to his life.

"...Shh." Frosa let out a scornful sound from under his visor. He casually took out a bottle of healing potion from his arms, walked to Asves, unscrewed the stopper of the potion bottle, and poured all the potion in the bottle onto Asves's head.

The pure healing potion healed the wounds on Asves' body, and the wounds began to heal rapidly. When he saw that Asves' condition had recovered a little, Frosa said coldly:

"I don't know who you have offended to make a transcendent who can contract with the 'god' chase you like this."

"Asvis, maybe they are [Lost] believers who believe in 'death' like you. Do you have any idea about this?"

"..."

Asvis lowered his head. Frosa could not see the expression on his face. He only heard him say in a low and weak voice:
"…I don't know, Master Frosa."

"Since you are a fellow practitioner of the Way of Death, you may be here to avenge the Death Talker, Grion. But, you know, the information I leaked to you about Grion's hiding place is only known to you, the people of the Border."

"Are you doubting us?" Frosa's tone changed instantly. He raised the giant axe in his hand, and the axe blade was already on Asves' neck. "Don't forget, without the protection of our 'Border Court', you would be a corpse now."

"Who knows... cough cough..." Asvis coughed twice, and then continued in a weak and low voice, "I am just stating the possible facts."

"..." Froza was silent. He calmed down and thought about it, and found that the "fact" Asvis said did have a one in ten thousand chance.

If the news had not been leaked by someone from "Border Court" itself, the information about Asvis's hiding place would not have been leaked to other places.

Besides seeking revenge for Grion, the Announcer of Death, no Lost believers who could contract the spirit of Death should come to Asvess's door to kill him... Frosa thought about this in his mind, and then he slowly put down the great axe in his hand and said to Asvess:

"If that's the case, I will personally find out the traitor among us."

"But now, Asvis. Because of this incident, we need to re-evaluate whether we need to continue to provide you with asylum."

"You'd better prepare what we need as soon as possible, Asvis. Give us the distribution map of the 'Death Mystic Prayers' bases as soon as possible, and we can still recognize that you are our loyal ally."

"Yes, yes... Lord Frosa."

Asvis nodded, and said to Frosa without hesitation:

"I've prepared it, Master Frosa. The map is in the deepest room. You can take it any time you want."

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(End of this chapter)