As soon as she saw a stranger on the other side, a sharp and crystalline ice spear suddenly condensed in the palm of the Lady of Despair and threw it at the target.

With the help of the force of the recoil, she tried to crash backwards into the car and into the street.

She was not without her doubts about this sudden situation, about the strange enemy that had appeared, on the contrary, she was very puzzled, and she did not understand why someone could find her hidden whereabouts so quickly, which was no less difficult than destroying a metropolis, or teleporting directly from Beckland to East Bailang in the southern continent.

But as a "Witch of Despair" in Sequence 4, growing up from "Assassin" step by step, she understands that she can't be distracted at critical moments, can't talk nonsense, and it's never too late to think about all issues afterwards.

Therefore, she chose to attack directly, wanting to take the opportunity to break away.

She could already imagine that wherever the ice spear passed, the hoarfrost condensed, the world was cold, and the strange woman with black hair and black eyes was frozen in layers of crystal, and she had to break through the obstacles with great difficulty before she had the strength to catch up.

By that time, she must have left the street and blended into the crowd.

However, the picture she was expecting was not presented, and as soon as the crystal dream ice spear was released, it disappeared into the air without a trace, and I don't know where it went.

Angel! The Witch of Despair stared, and black flames rose from all around her, spreading disease, and intending to set everything around her on fire and create a massive fire.

At this moment, her body trembled strangely and froze in place.

She saw her left hand disappear centimeter by centimeter, and spread rapidly upward, unstoppable.

In her eyes, the pupils of the beautiful and dull woman opposite her were deep and dark, as if there was a pure darkness without light.

"You're not! You're ......"

The words of the Witch of Despair came to an abrupt end, and the whole person was like a sketch, quietly erased by an eraser, leaving no trace.

Her last look was full of horror and despair, and her place was empty, as if no one had ever sat down.

The woman with a beautiful face and a dull expression pulled the hood of the classical robe, the corners of her mouth moved almost imperceptibly, and the figure disappeared in an instant.

............

On a trackless horse-drawn carriage on a suburb of Queens.

Triss wore a veiled hat and sat quietly in the corner.

She didn't go straight to the Tassok River, as others think, and run down the river, or go to the nearest railway, climb the train.

She chose to return to Beckland.

Only this metropolis with a population of more than 5 million, a mix of various hidden forces, and many extraordinary beings, can help her evade the follow-up tracking of the Witch Sect!

At this moment, her spirit was highly tense, and she was always on the guard of the terrible old butler Finkel.

Suddenly, her head was dizzy.

When her sight returned to normal, she realized that she had miraculously left the public carriage and was standing beside the dirt road in the suburbs.

Triss's pupils contracted rapidly, and she looked around warily.

Then, she saw a figure in a classical robe and a black hood, and noticed the black eyes of the other man hidden in the shadows.

For some reason, Triss felt like she was back in her infancy, so weak that she couldn't resist at all.

Cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and her legs trembled violently, but she couldn't move.

It's the most terrible enemy I've ever faced...... Even the high-ranking witches I saw before didn't give me similar feelings...... Am I going to die here...... Is the escape operation that is unwilling to give up in the face of failure again and again is about to end completely...... A deep sense of despair and uncontrollable sadness took over Triss's mind, leaving her in the deepest and deepest nightmare.

Suddenly, a faint blue light flashed in front of her eyes, and the "curse" of not being able to move was lifted.

Triss looked ahead again, and there was no such terrifying figure as it was, and everything just now seemed to be the most real illusion.

But when Triss lowered her head, she was shocked to find that the sapphire ring on her left little finger had somehow torn apart and lost all its brilliance.

Slap, slap, slap, the remains of rings and gems fell one after another.

............

Crane rolled over and over, bypassing the collapsed stone pillar and Mr. A, who was seriously injured and being treated, and ran to the opposite entrance.

As for the little characteristics left by the "master key", which slowly condensed, he didn't even look at it, so as not to be blocked by Mr. A.

He knew very well that he might not be the opponent of the "shepherd" if he had all the magical items and was fully prepared, not to mention that he only had an Azk bronze whistle and three extraordinary bullets on his body, and there was not even a match left.

Even if Mr. A was seriously injured, Crane didn't dare to take any chances, he heard that the "Bishop of the Rose" in the pre-sequence of "Shepherd" was extremely good at flesh magic, and he was not much worse at healing injuries on the physical level than he could transfer wounds!

Squeak!

He pulled open the heavy door.

The natural light outside shone up, the clouds in the sky were tinted with a thin yellow, and the sun was pale and dim.

Klein rushed out and found that he was in the middle of the mountain, surrounded by towering peaks, making the place extremely hidden.

Pedaling and pedaling, he ran wildly, not even on the mountain road, but with the skill of a "clown", he went directly down the slope, sometimes tumbling, sometimes swinging with the help of trees.

Whoa!

He heard the sound of a great river, and it was ahead, just below!

But at this time, a strong wind blew and swept behind him.

Klein snapped up, his knees went limp, and he rolled diagonally forward.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The position where he was standing and the direction he was moving were cut deep by the wind blades.

Mr. A fell from the wind, wearing a cloak of blood that was still wriggling.

He pointed his hand, and a piece of flesh flew out of his body, and it swelled in mid-air, exploding violently.

Bang!

Drops of blood and a little bit of flesh flew sideways, and Crane rolled on his side, dodging most of the way to the back of a giant tree.

The huge trees were splattered with blood holes, and the traces of decay quickly spread around them.

Crane had already loaded his revolver while he was running, and he was about to raise his hand and shoot Mr. A in the eye, when he saw a deep darkness in the other man's eye.

Suddenly, Klein knew that although the scene around him had not changed a bit, he had been forcibly dragged into a dream.

He had once killed a "nightmare", or at least a "nightmare...... Crane stayed awake and saw Mr. A perversely flash to the side, turning into a blood-colored blanket that could not be avoided.

Want to rely on the nightmare and directly scare my heart to stop beating?Klein responded with a flash of thought.

It's his dream, and when awake he can simulate anything!

So, a pure, dazzling golden sun appeared in the same place, and the clear and scorching flames instantly ignited everything around them.

Klein imagines the image of the "Eternal Sun" when he saw it in the original "Dream Divination"!

Almost in no particular order, he broke away from his dream and heard a muffled grunt.

Mr. A took a step back, and two wisps of blood came out of his nose.

The robe made of flesh and blood flowed slowly on the surface, as if it had melted.

Syllable!

Klein snapped his fingers and set fire to a tree thirty or forty meters away.

Beneath his feet, the weeds that had long withered and yellowed burned and flames rose upwards to envelop his body.

Mr. A's face, which was already so beautiful that it was not like a man, suddenly became a little more feminine, and he condensed a crystal cold and weightless ice gun in his hand, and threw it at the burning trees dozens of meters away.

As soon as Klein leaped out of the pile of flames, a dreamy transparent spear tip was reflected in his pupils.

The tip of the spear grew larger and clearer, filling his entire eye.

Klein jerked sideways, his body covered in a thin layer of hoarfrost.

The transparent spear extinguished the flames and sent the thick layer of ice to spread rapidly in all directions, threatening to contain Crane.

Crane, who was in mid-air, shrank into a ball and half-turned, turning his head down.

He stretched out his left hand, lightly pressed it on the ice, and rose into the air again, out of the cold realm, but the surface skin of his palm was frozen in the contact area, and it was torn off with a thud.

Tumbling to his feet, Crane reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his homemade "Sleep Charm".

Just as he opened his mouth and was about to spit out the opening spell, his nose suddenly itched, and he sneezed.

Sneeze!

He had a headache and brain fever, even sneezing, and he was powerless to fight back.

Sick, infected, sick, and sick, Klein had just come to his senses when he felt countless invisible threads roll over him, winding himself into a kind of mummy.

He is no stranger to similar experiences, and he knows that this is the extraordinary ability of the "Witch of Pleasure".

At first, he relied on the use of charms to put both the enemy and the enemy into a deep sleep, and then with the help of his own special ability, he was able to get out of control, and now, Mr. A maintains a distance of about 20 meters.

However, Klein is no longer just a "clown", his fingers that can still move make a crunch!

With a sudden, all the "spider silk" around him was ignited, as if turning into a giant torch.

Crane had just jumped out of the crimson and began to sneeze again, accompanied by a violent cough, and many extraordinary abilities that he wanted to use were interrupted by himself.

At this time, the feminine femininity of Mr. A's face disappeared, and there was a bit more majesty on his face.

He stretched out his right hand and shook it gently, and Crane suddenly had a premonition that if he ran away, he would only spin in place.

Mr. A, dressed in a blood-colored robe, smiled cruelly, and a transparent and illusory ancient book appeared in front of him.

An ethereal voice rang out:

"I came, I saw, I recorded. ”

Ahem!

Klein wanted to dodge, but couldn't do anything, at this moment, he had never experienced the power of the "shepherd", which was worthy of being the most comprehensive and the most lacking under the demigods, and could be called the strongest extraordinary! Even if he was not prepared, many magical items could not be used, but being pressed into this shape, without the power to fight back, is enough to explain a lot of problems.