The flickering firelight of the four walls revealed countless hideous black shadows in the hall. For a moment www.biquge.info Nia inevitably remembered the dark chamber beneath Ankeland. Through the black-red flames rising into the sky through the huge cracks, it seemed that the old dwarf's eyes were fading and the blood that seemed to be covered all over the ground under Allen.

The stab was made because he finally understood in despair that there was no way to go back to the way things were.

He genuinely liked the bright and proud woman, like an obsession with a cursed gem, bewitched by the dazzling, ever-changing light, but he knew very well that once he reached out and touched it, he would be doomed.

But at that moment, he also really hated her for so cruelly destroying the warmth he relied on for his life.

He had no home and no relatives. Lydia's "companion", to put it mildly, is the whole world to him. He certainly understands that they can't be together forever...... He just didn't expect that good time to be so short.

However, his love and hatred had been buried, burned to ashes by the inexhaustible flames of hell, and the pain in his chest must have been only a residual hallucination.

Half of the soul is trapped in the uncertain memory, but half of the soul is calmly calculating each attack. Nia knew Lydia, even though she was now more powerful and her spells more varied, the way and pace of combat she was used to were not so easy to change.

The dense light bullets dragged their long tails and slammed into him with precision, looking brilliant as fireworks, but they did not cause any damage. The gem embedded in the dagger emits a low warning sound—there is a limit to the attacks it can absorb.

Nia narrowed her eyes, paused as she landed, quickly propped herself up from her nearly fallen body, and threw her dagger again.

It seemed that Lydia had focused almost all of her attacks on him, and seemed to fear, or hate, him far more than the mage on the other side. It makes sense—but Nia knows that the scornful scorn for him has never changed...... The skill of a thief, she never really paid attention to.

Her first goal is to dethrone Stobel. Without the support of spells, the rest of these guys who can only wield useless weapons, and at most carry some gadgets that can resist some magic, are only worthy of being teased by a few little demons summoned by her from another world, and are screaming and flying around the hall, and they can't hurt her at all.

However, Stobel was not so easy to deal with. Even though he was inadvertently calculated by Lydia and made a little disgraced, his strength was not lost too much. After a brief impulse born of anger, the mage's attacks and defenses were simple and rigorous, far less ornate than Lydia's, and even ineffective, but his unhurried movements were always calm...... Even the quieter and calmer sound of incantations is the biggest threat to Lydia.

In the face of the mage's tight defense, no matter how powerful the warrior is, the power of one blow is limited after all, and the secret technique that an excellent mage does not trigger may completely turn the entire battle situation in an instant.

If they understood each other's abilities and cooperated more tacitly, Nia felt that it was not impossible to capture Lydia...... But that's not his purpose.

His distance from Lydia was far and near. The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes can be seen almost clearly lately...... She wasn't young anymore after all.

The dagger that could break all magic never touched her body. Nia was able to manipulate it as if it were a part of his own body, and every slight tremor of it reached his fingertips.

He and it, both waiting for a suitable opportunity.

Another magic sword appeared in midair, its strange shape more striking than its erratic attack—it was a helper summoned by Storbel. Lydia glanced nonchalantly, her raised left hand plucking the strings as if in the void, and her left hand swung towards Nia.

Niya, who was rushing straight at her, disappeared from her sight in the blink of an eye, and it was Filly's sword that broke through the air.

Lydia sneered, unconcerned about her missed attack, and quickly pulled the paladin's longsword aside. When the dagger that suddenly emerged from the other direction sliced through all her defenses like cheese, golden arcs of light suddenly bloomed around her like tiny petals.

Before she had time to crash into her arms, Nia flew out and smashed into Stonebel, and the mage who was casting the spell couldn't avoid it at all, and his face turned blue in an instant.

The little thief twisted his body like a cat in mid-air, but still smashed it on Stobel's head. The hapless mage fell on his back and slid straight to the wall with Nia before stopping.

Fili retreated in time enough and was not affected, and at this moment he could only rush over and block in front of them.

Lydia didn't take the opportunity to attack.

The female mage pressed her chest, her expression annoyed, and her face, which was originally pale without a trace of blood, gradually turned a little red.

"Nia Meyer!"

She gritted her teeth.

The thief, who had been quietly pushed away by Stobel, rolled over and sat up, wiped the blood from his nose and wiped it on his clothes, triumphantly lifting a slender gold chain.

A large, colorless gemstone hung from the end of the chain, as clear as a drop of water, shimmering in the dim light, as bright as a star.

"Who made you not like to wear that bag-like robe?" Nia squinted, smiling like a street rascal, "and I know what you're hiding somewhere." Although it wasn't what I originally wanted...... But it's also a nice bonus. ”

Lydia's long skirt was the most fashionable style, with a very close fit on the upper body, a square neckline that was open low, and a jewel tucked in her breast—she probably never expected anyone to dare ...... or the ability to touch her things from there.

“...... If you like gems like this, I have hundreds. Lydia sneered.

"Do you have hundreds of those rude guys hiding inside?" Nia, pretending to be surprised, "Although he can't even curse, he's really verbose...... Hey, he even scolded you, how did you put up with him for so long?"

Lydia finally truly changed her face.

"Yes, I can hear him. Nia kept smiling, "Even if it'...... A gift from hell. But, lo and behold, like I said earlier, this wasn't what I originally wanted, so ......"

He sat cross-legged and staggered on the ground, looking up with a still childish face: "Lydia...... Do you want to play a game? Just like before. ”

. (To be continued.) )