In the room on the top of the silent tower, Cyril slowly sat down by the table, pressing Alina's hilt on the table, and the green blade flickered with the flow of the stroke elements of his palm.

Narula stared at him with a scarlet look. After a moment, the ethereal and weird voice appeared in Cyril's ears again:

"I recognize you, Mr. Mask on the cabinet. I am very surprised that you are willing to rescue her. So... what do you want to talk about?"

"Talk about it, what do you think of the monster below who is screaming and intending to eat 'her'."

"Are you talking about my most loyal believer?"

Cyril narrowed his eyes slightly: "You see him as your believer, but he sees you as his belongings. If Ambrose eats your carrier, you will no longer exist-"

But he was halfway through his words. The gray god with black hair in front of him suddenly raised his legs, his slender and white hands half-covered his face, and covered his mouth and chuckled: "Everything? No more? Haha, what do you think of me, a foolish and ignorant human... Oh, I didn't expect that Mr. Mask was still an elf?"

Her voice suddenly twisted, and even her figure flashed emptyly. Cyrill's pupils shrank slightly, and he instantly raised the long sword at his hand. The green blade made a "rustling" stroking sound, as if something was rubbing past the blade.

He subconsciously raised his head back, but felt a slight tingling between his eyebrows. When he came to his senses, he saw Narura's index finger pointing to his eyebrows - she was almost pressing on her body, the blue sword blade was covered by her arms, the slender legs were bent, and her knees were pressed against her thighs.

The originally pure and transparent black eyes looked so charming at this moment. She narrowed her eyes slightly, poked Cyril's eyebrows three times, and licked the pale lips with her rosy tongue.

"If he eats my carrier, I will be him, not him, - everything he comes from me, and he will kneel for me at any time if I want."

She looked up and down at the person she pressed under her, but there was no trace of dodging or panic in the eyes of the half-elf boy, but instead retorted coldly: "Lie."

"lie?"

"If you really have that ability, you would have become the actual controller of this body long ago. You are very weak and can only hide your own existence. Only with drugs can you stimulate you!"

"If that Ambrose really devoured 'her' and took her 'earth heart of the earth,' then you will be part of him and be completely assimilated."

He said quickly and clearly, without any panic in his breath, as if he was stating an established fact.

"Do you even know the Original Heart?" Narura didn't respond at all after hearing the first half of the sentence, but when she heard the Original Heart, she suddenly panicked and exhaled on Cyril's face. Then she suddenly lowered her head, and her nose touched the tip of Cyril's nose, as if she wanted the blood red in her eyes to penetrate into the green eyes.

Cyril did not dodge or blink, and he stared at the other party quietly.

After a moment, Narura raised her head and slid down Cyril. She walked a few steps in the room and finally sat back to the edge of the bed.

"I admit, you're right."

She said slowly, "Indeed, I have no means to deal with him. I originally thought that the believers he brought to me could give me enough power quickly, and for this, I also gave him the scepter... What are you going to do?"

Cyril breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He felt that his attention had begun to dissipate, and that extremely calm state also subsided with the weakness of his body. If Narura was not so proactive, he might not have been able to delay that moment.

"We cooperate." He said quickly, trying to hide the changes in expression caused by the pain.

"Cooperate? Do you want to use my strength to deal with him? But I no longer have the carrier to place my strength. My scepter is in his hands..."

"Where is the original heart of the world?" Cyrill asked back.

"The Heart of Origin?" Narura shook her head and said, "No, that can't be given to you."

"Then we are talking for nothing, or..." Cyrill was halfway through his words, and suddenly felt a trembling under him, as if the entire tower had been tilted. He immediately realized that this was Ambrose who was finally taking action, and it was the most savage type: directly demolishing the building.

"Look, I don't have much time left for you." He cleared his throat and said in the most convincing voice, "I just borrowed it. As long as I pass this disaster, I will return the original heart to you."

Of course, that's what Narura said, but when the original heart is truly at your own hands, it's not what Narura said to take it back.

Connerula stomped her feet hard: "You all know the origin of the heart. Don't you know what it is? Give it to you, then what is the difference between you and that Ambrose?"

"Heart of Origin? Isn't that a pocket watch? The badge of the Gray God Sect is clearly drawn. The player who got this prop has also shown such a prop..." Cyril was surprised and read the Origin of Origin twice in his mouth. He suddenly reacted, widened his eyes and looked at Narura:

"No, that's Narura's heart, right?"

"You only know?" Narura asked back. The tower sounded again at this moment, and the things in the whole room tilted towards the south.

Narula's face changed. She stared at Cyril's face, as if the answer was written on the boy's face. At this time, Cyril was also in chaos. The plan was that he had obtained props to inherit part of the power of the Gray God, kill Ambrose first and then make a long-term plan.

But if the Origin Heart is Narura's heart, it would mean that he must kill Narura, and then dig out Narura's heart like he poached Belinda's heart to Ambrose?

But in his current state, it is impossible for him to beat Narura?

"Is there a...a compromise?" Cyril sat in the chair, gasping for breath, racking his brains to hold up new ideas: "For example, contract, or spell..."

The consciousness quickly began to dissipate, and the effect of the Indomitable Soul was completely over at this moment. The pain of the wounded body doubled into his mind. He could no longer see what was happening before...

The moment he finished speaking, a red light suddenly burst out in Narura's eyes, and then she swept towards the half-elf boy again with a fluttering figure.

This time he no longer had the energy to fight, so he could only let her press on him.

Then she bent down.

In a daze, Cyril felt something as if something had penetrated his lips and pried open his teeth.

Then, the cool liquid rolled along with the tongue and slid into the abdomen.

A hazy voice was whispering:

"This is ours-"

"contract."
Chapter completed!