A motorcycle journey through the worlds

Chapter 122 Not Dead or Angry

Saruman's threats were not empty words. The sound of heartbeats resounding between heaven and earth was sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes light, sometimes heavy... Just hearing the sound of heartbeats was enough to make people feel nauseous and uncomfortable. Lin Yu, who directly bore the full power of the curse, almost had his heart burst.

No! It wasn't almost there, Lin Yu's heart was really broken... Suddenly there was a dull explosion on the field, and the left side of Lin Yu's chest exploded violently, and the bright red blood spurted out four or five meters away, like a fire truck's hose. And the high priest of the Sea God Temple, the saint Lin Yu who was expelling the curse for King Theoden, just fell to the ground silently...

The scene was silent at first, and even the sound of an embroidery needle falling to the ground could be clearly heard. Then there were urgent shouts, and then Prince Xiyou hurried forward to check the situation. Before Prince Xiyou could react, in full view of the crowd, the High Priest of the Sea God Temple, Saint Lin Yu, who was lying in his own blood, emitted a soft light and slowly climbed up from the ground. His movements were a little stiff and his body was shaky, but even so, Lin Yu still stood up again under the gaze of everyone... After standing up straight, Lin Yu's upper body shook slightly, and a weak but very free and easy smile appeared on his extremely pale face.

Lin Yu couldn't have been unprepared for a close-range attack against Saruman. He had already secretly taken out the World Guardian Shield from space: the shield surface exuded a mysterious light and possessed a strong defensive force that could resist all types of attacks, whether it was the surging waves of magic, the fierce physical impact, or the treacherous spiritual attacks. Although the world rules were different and it was somewhat weakened, it was not a big problem.

Eternal Healing Orb: This orb is round and crystal clear. As long as the wearer is still alive, it can quickly emit a soft light, heal all injuries, and restore all physical strength and magic power, as if time is flowing backwards at this moment, allowing the injured to instantly regain vitality. With this treatment, the healing orb seems to have consumed all its energy and may take a long time to recover.

When Lin Yu once again stood in front of the old King Theoden, the first question he faced was the puzzled question of the white-robed wizard's soul in the old king's body: "Why? Answer me, why? Your heart is exploded, why don't you die?" For a powerful white-robed wizard standing at the top of the world, the curse spell that he was proud of actually failed. This was a big blow to his self-confidence and self-esteem.

Of course, Saruman could only question Lin Yu through soul dialogue, and he dared not shout out loud. In the eyes of others, he is still the old king who is terminally ill and dying. After all, Lin Yu now occupies the people and the general situation. Almost all the characters in the plot are on his side, even including the Royal Cavalry Regiment, which is absolutely loyal to the royal family. The scene of resurrection just now has confirmed his supreme status as "the family of the gods" and "the spokesperson of the sea god", and is also the only hope to save the king. This is why Lin Yu dared to swagger and suck blood to heal his wounds arrogantly, and he didn't worry about being attacked by others at all.

"Are you asking... why I didn't die? Well, let me think... Oh, by the way, I have two treasures, one with extremely strong all-attribute defense, and one that can fully recover from serious injuries as long as there is still a breath." "Those things don't matter... But your curse is quite powerful, and your resistance to holy magic..." Lin Yu said calmly: "It seems that the holy light alone can't do anything to you."

"You just know it now?" Saruman's soul finally became proud again. He laughed wildly in Lin Yu's mind and said, "Want to expel my soul from the body of that idiot Xiyoudon? Then just give it a try! I still have hundreds of countermeasures waiting for you! I don't believe you can recover infinitely, so I will use the 'Poison Curse', the 'Fear Curse', the 'Instant Death Curse'... I will try them one by one to see how you will die~~~!"

"Do you still have many ways to deal with it? Then you are really amazing. If you continue like this, I think I will really die. I am not as strong as you. I can only use three or four methods at most. I am just planning to change to another method. As for what method you want to use to deal with me, it is completely your freedom..." Lin Yu's "calmness" and "compassion" have obviously exceeded the limit that Saruman's soul can understand, but before he can fully digest these words of Lin Yu, the blue-robed priest opposite him suddenly stretched out his right index finger to him, and then a soul-stealing spell with pure faith power had hit Saruman, which could only temporarily separate Saruman's soul from the body of Xiyoudon. Although the power of faith is very powerful, the gap between Saruman and him is only effective for a while.

Sure enough, after a twisted and struggling shadow briefly appeared above Theoden's head, with a scream that resounded through the soul, Saruman's soul clone once again returned to Theoden's body.

“Hahahahahaha… This is the difference in strength between you and me. Even though your little tricks are very wonderful, and you can even perform magical spells that I’ve never seen before, you still can’t do anything to me!”

"Yes, there is indeed a significant gap in strength between you and me, which cannot be made up by skills." Lin Yu nodded in acknowledgement: "In that case, I can only find some helpers."

"Helper? Hahahaha, who are you looking for? In this Middle-earth, the only one with more powerful magic than me is the supreme Lord Sauron! Although the Witch-king of Angmar is also very powerful, he is just a lowly Ringwraith after all. In terms of magic power alone, even the Elf Kings can't compare to me. So the most you can do is kill me, the King of Rohan. But, do you dare to do this? Do you dare to kill the king they respect in front of thousands of Rohan people?"

Lin Yu lowered his head slightly and remained silent for a long time. Just as the soul of Saruman was laughing wildly, Lin Yu suddenly raised his head and said, "If the Elf King is not your opponent, then what about the 'King of England'? What about the 33 Kings of England buried outside the gate of Edoras in the history of Rohan? Will their heroic spirits... be your opponents?"

"What are you talking about?" The face of Saruman's soul suddenly changed. "Could it be that you want to cast those dirty necromancy magics?"