Chapter 527 Philomena's Crisis

In the deepest part of the orcs, under the ten-thousand-foot glacier, there was an evil spirit suppressed. Philomena knew this very well.

But where exactly was this evil spirit suppressed, how deep was it under the ice layer, and what exactly did it look like, it was a complete mystery.

Until this time, the evil spirit suddenly made trouble. Not long ago, the ice layer cracked, and the evil spirit completely broke out from under the ten-thousand-foot black ice. When it completely appeared in front of Philomena and Bai Lan, they saw such a huge octopus.

Bai Lan and Philomena had imagined the appearance of the evil spirit in their minds, but they never thought it would look like this.

Although that scene has passed, as long as they think of the moment when the evil spirit broke out of the seal, Bai Lan and Philomena are terrified. That scene was absolutely earth-shattering. The ten-thousand-foot black ice almost shattered instantly, and tentacles drilled out from under the broken black ice like giant pillars, bringing an overwhelming impact.

Even though Bai Lan and Philomena were both quite strong, they could only feel their own insignificance under that kind of impact. Not only were their bodies blown away, but the broken black ice also hit them. Philomena and Bai Lan didn't know how much blood they had sprayed out.

In the scarlet eyes of this weird octopus evil spirit, there was tyranny and madness.

Evil spirits don't have much reason to begin with, and this evil spirit in front of them is even weirder, and it is obviously completely out of control.

Now the evil spirit seems to have only instinct left... and the instinct of the evil spirit is to destroy and destroy all the living things it sees regardless of everything, as if this is the meaning of the evil spirit's existence.

As for now, the evil spirit has obviously locked Philomena and Bai Lan.

Ang.

There was another crazy howl, and two huge tentacles extended towards Philomena and Bai Lan respectively. The dense suction cups and countless sharp teeth on the surface of the tentacles were rotating and cutting rapidly. Once they were entangled by the tentacles, I am afraid that in a moment, the flesh of the two people would be crushed into powder by the suction cups.

The strength of this evil spirit was abnormal and extraordinary.

Philomena had fought with evil spirits many times, but the strength of those evil spirits was generally average and not worth mentioning. Even with Philomena's strength in the realm of destruction, she could easily deal with it, which was similar to the two-winged angel.

But the evil spirit in front of her was obviously different. With this strength, it was probably difficult for the six-winged angel to contend with it.

Although Philomena was powerful, she had not yet entered the realm of demigod. It was really difficult to deal with the attack of the evil spirit. The only thing to be thankful for was that the evil spirit was not sober in mind and fought purely on instinct. In this state, its own strength could not be fully exerted, which gave Philomena the opportunity to hold on until now.

Seeing the tentacles sweeping over again, Philomena's eyes were stern. Because of the impact just now, Philomena was now in a state of paralysis. For a moment, she had no way to dodge. Seeing that the tentacles were about to hit her head, Philomena had no choice but to rely on her spiritual consciousness to force the mercury lamp to resist the bombardment of the tentacles.

The mercury lamp is not a defensive holy relic.

The main effect is to guide the direction, and at the same time to maintain a clear mind, so that the user can avoid the erosion of pollution. Not to mention facing evil spirits, even the pollution released by ordinary evil gods cannot annihilate the light released by the mercury lamp.

But this holy relic was made by Archibald for his little daughter. Archibald absolutely doted on Philomena, his little daughter. When he was refining the holy relic, he wanted to integrate all his abilities into the holy relic, hoping that his daughter could dominate the Dusk Continent with just one holy relic.

That's right. During the refining process of this mercury lamp, Archibald even incorporated part of the law of force that he had comprehended into it. With the law of force, although this mercury lamp looks small and exquisite, it is more useful than a hammer in battle. If you swing it and hit the target's head, even the head of an angel can be smashed and bloody.

That's not all. Archibald also incorporated a trace of defense law into the mercury lamp. This trace of defense law can almost make Philomena completely immune to attacks of the same level when activating the mercury lamp.

The stronger Philomena's strength, the stronger the defensive effect of the light of the mercury lamp.

With Philomena's current realm, the light of the mercury lamp may not be able to stop the bombardment of the evil spirit's tentacles, but it should be able to intercept it a little bit. As long as Philomena can buy even 0.5 seconds, Philomena's paralyzed body can return to normal, and then she can escape from the tentacles in time.

In fact, Philomena couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

If I had known this, I would not have been so arrogant just now. I would have flown directly along the impact caused by the evil spirit's tentacles. Although I lost some face, I was able to take advantage of the situation to remove the evil spirit's attack, instead of being like now. I saved a little face, but I was directly pushed into an extremely dangerous situation.

Just when Philomena used her own consciousness to activate the mercury lamp, she didn't notice that there was a figure behind her.

It was an old man with white hair and beard, with wrinkled face, crooked bark like an old tree, and a hunched body. At a glance, half of his body had been buried in the ground. Under the raging wind, his messy white hair turned into a bird's nest.

But although this old man looked half-dead, as if he could be blown away by a gust of wind, his body stood still in the air from beginning to end.

A pair of sinister eyes flashed with a frightening cold light.

In those eyes, there was madness, anger, and even strong excitement that could no longer be suppressed.

His breathing had already begun to become excited, and his body was even trembling with excitement.

Fortunately, the battlefield was now in complete chaos, with all kinds of chaotic air currents whistling together. Otherwise, his existence would have been noticed by Philomena long ago, and she would never let him appear behind her like this.

Who else could this old man be if not Patridge?

The obsession in Patridge's heart was stronger than that of any other creature.

No one knew why the sage wanted to kill the blasphemer so eagerly, even Patridge himself did not know.

After all, if you really count it, the Blasphemer has given Patridge a second life. If the Blasphemer had not passed on the text to Patridge, he would not have become a saint. I am afraid that Patridge would have always been a small pirate in the Endless Sea, and then died in a storm, or was torn into pieces in a conflict.

This favor is really great.

Even if Patridge did not remember the Blasphemer's kindness to him, he should not hate him so much, but Patridge hated Archibald to the extreme, wishing Archibald to die, wishing to personally peel Archibald's skin, pull out his tendons, and grind his bones to ashes.

Ah, I finally remembered it, finally remembered why.

He envied Archibald's talent, he hated the contemptuous look in Archibald's eyes when he passed on the mysterious text to him, and he hated his fate after being modified...

Originally, he knew nothing and could still be a small pirate in the Endless Sea.

Although he was exposed to the wind and sun, and his life was hanging on his belt, he was free.

But after accepting the inheritance of the sage, everything changed for him.

Those bastards of the Andre family tried to dig out the mysterious text from him countless times. Coercion and inducement? That was child's play.

Patrich didn't know how many times he had walked through the gate of hell. He was almost tortured to death by those perverts of the Andre family several times. If he hadn't known that the mysterious text was the only bargaining chip to save his life, he would have gritted his teeth and didn't reveal the text. Now he would probably be a dry skeleton.

They used red-hot irons to leave scars on their bodies one after another, and there were almost no intact skin on their bodies.

They pulled out all their nails and even used pliers to forcibly break off their teeth.

They even dug out one of their eyes, and the left eye was just a beautiful glass bead.

They even wanted to use soul-searching magic on him. If he hadn't threatened to self-destruct his soul, I'm afraid his soul would have become blank.

Seeing that they couldn't pry open his mouth, the bastards of the Andre family had to change their attitude towards him. They tried to win him over.

They even married the best daughter in the family to him as his wife.

But, the so-called marrying his wife was just to make him a son-in-law of the Andre family, and even his surname was forcibly changed to Andre.

Any man with a little blood would not be able to endure such humiliation.

What's more, he, Partridge, is not that kind of fool. Can't he see that this woman is just a tool arranged by the Andre family to monitor him?

That would be fine, but this woman didn't even allow him to touch her. She was called his wife, but she didn't even have the opportunity to sleep with him. That beautiful face and well-proportioned figure were wasted.

What made Partridge even more unbearable was the way those people in the Andre family looked at him. The look was full of contempt, ridicule, and contempt, which deeply hurt Partridge's soul.

That look was even more excessive than Archibald's.

From that moment on, Partridge had sworn that he would take revenge.

He would take revenge on everyone in the Andre family.

He would also take revenge on Archibald, the culprit.

Everything started with this man.

Everything he had experienced was replayed in his mind again. Partridge's old face became more hideous, and his scarlet eyes stared at Philomena's back.

If Archibald could not be found, it would be a good idea to kill his daughter first.

Father's debt is paid by daughter!

No problem!

Chapter 2 is here