Chapter 167 Lifting the Curse
It turned out that the third apostle's prayers were in vain.

Bathed in the black lightning, Luo Qiu felt as comfortable as if he was receiving a full-body massage.

Soon, when the last black lightning struck Luo Qiu's left shoulder and bounced off, he reached out and brushed off the non-existent dust on his clothes.

"This free massage service is pretty good, but it's a little short." Luo Qiu stretched his body, and his bones made a crackling sound like frying beans.

The next moment he appeared in front of the fallen angel, and the "Whisper of Falling Snow" pierced the fallen angel's left chest, piercing through it from front to back.

"Thank me. I helped you regain your peak strength at the last moment." Luo Qiu whispered in the fallen angel's ear.

The long sword was pulled out from the fallen angel's chest, bringing out a large amount of dark red blood.

Whether it is an angel or a demon, their most important part is the heart. The demon's heart and the angel's heart are the source of their power and life. If the heart is damaged, the person will surely die.

Of course, people like Barbatos are exceptions. After all, not everyone has a demon king as their father.

The three fallen angels were like three toys in Luo Qiu's hands. They all died after just a few moves.

The third apostle didn't know what his expression was like now, but it should be very funny. After seeing Luo Qiu and Aiqier falling from the sky, he was speechless for a long time.

Luo Qiu looked at him quietly and smiled without saying anything, while Aiqier frowned and looked at the little boy in front of her.

It was also the first time she saw the third apostle, but with the sensitivity of an angel, she immediately noticed the curse that the latter carried.

"Kill me." The third apostle said in a low voice: "If it is you, you should have the ability to do so."

There was a trace of desire in the third apostle's eyes, which was a yearning for death.

The power of the curse caused the third apostle's body to stop its normal growth and lose its temperature. It also made his time forever frozen at the coldest moment. The fear submerged in darkness was like his throat being strangled by an iron chain.

Although it was heard later that the necromancer had been purified by a Knight of the Round Table of the Holy See, the curse he left behind remained forever in the body of the third apostle, and his eternally cold body tortured him day and night.

Only when his hands are smeared with blood can the third apostle feel the pleasure of being alive, which is also the origin of the 'Killing Death'.

If the curse cannot be lifted, then he will die completely. This is the only way to lift the curse that the third apostle knows. However, ordinary methods cannot kill him. But if it is a strong man like Luo Qiu, there should be a way.

"I can fulfill your request." Aiqier walked over, a circle of holy light radiated from the top of her head. The dazzling and burning holy light made the third apostle's cold body tense subconsciously.

Aiqier's angelic power can be said to be specifically designed to restrain the curse of immortality on him.

A curse that has penetrated deep into the soul is difficult to remove, but it is possible to purify the body as well.

"Wait a moment." Luo Qiu grabbed Aiqier's shoulders.

When being caught by Luo Qiu, Aiqier's delicate body trembled, and the magic power she had just raised dissipated uncontrollably, and the circle of holy light also dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ignoring Aiqier's questioning look, Luo Qiu retracted the 'whisper of falling snow' and said lightly: "Promise me one condition, and I will help you remove the curse."

The third apostle was shocked and looked up at Luo Qiu in disbelief.

"No!" Before the third apostle could speak, Aiqier shouted excitedly.

"The people in 'Black Heaven' are all murderers. We can't let them live!" "Calm down, I only said I would help him lift the curse, but I didn't say I would let him live." Luo Qiu patted Aiqier's head like coaxing a child, and she calmed down.

Aiqier pursed her lips and said nothing more.

"What do you need me to do? If even you can't do it, I'm afraid there's nothing I can do either."

"It's not a difficult thing to do, but it will take a long time. You need to be aware of it."

"I agree." The third apostle agreed to Luo Qiu's request immediately without even asking Luo Qiu what he needed him to do.

Compared to lifting the curse, everything else seemed so insignificant.

"Very good." Luo Qiu nodded with satisfaction. He stretched out a finger and gently touched the third apostle's forehead. Then he said, "This is the coordinate mark. I can sense you no matter where you are. If you have any bad thoughts, I can also sense them. You have to be careful."

"Coordinate mark?" The third apostle had a trace of bewilderment on his face. He had never heard of magic with this name, and it had such a terrible effect. He felt that it would be more appropriate to describe it as 'slave mark'.

What's the difference between me and a slave? What if the other party is deceiving me...

The third apostle felt that his IQ seemed to have dropped a lot, and he completely believed Luo Qiu based on just a few words.

"Your worries are unimportant. I will lift your curse now." Luo Qiu seemed to know what the third apostle was thinking. His right eye burst into a golden light, which was countless times purer than the angel's holy light.

The purifying light of the Eye of Living Beings poured down upon the third apostle, gradually penetrating into his body.

A special-level artifact is one that ignores the rules. Not to mention a mere curse of immortality, even more terrifying and vicious curses are no problem.

The third apostle's body, which had not felt any temperature for decades, finally felt a hint of warmth.

The power of the curse was illuminated by the golden light and completely melted like spring snow encountering the sun.

He began to tremble, tears falling uncontrollably, and he knelt down in front of Luo Qiu.

He joined Black Heaven for such a long time just to find a way to lift the curse, but suddenly there came a moment that was dreamy and a little unreal. The warm sun-like airflow increased rapidly in his body, and the third apostle finally felt the "temperature" that he had not felt for thirty years again.

"The curse has been lifted, but your body can only maintain this posture. After all, you have missed the growth period. It is impossible for you to continue growing."

"I offer you my soul."

The third apostle pressed his forehead tightly against the ground and said something that even Luo Qiu was a little surprised.

Luo Qiu and Aiqier could not understand how much torture and despair it was for a human being not to feel a trace of warmth for thirty years. The third apostle had attempted suicide more than once but was never able to do so. Even though his head was chopped off and his heart was pierced, there was no change except the extreme pain, and he was still alive and well.

Only the pleasure of killing can bring a little comfort to his heart.

"You only have one year left to live, so cherish it." Luo Qiu's words surprised Aiqier who was feeling indignant next to him.

"One year? That's enough. Please forgive me for only being able to repay your kindness for one year."

(End of this chapter)