"That's not going to work, I thought you were so good?"

Dorothy let out a contemptuous laugh, and the bright red sword in her hand quickly turned into a blood-red spear, stabbing the wraith's wound fiercely.

Although the wraith was a little helpless in dealing with Dorothy's attacks, it was a vicious thing with blood on its hands.

Such a serious injury directly stimulated the ferocity hidden in its spiritual body, and in the face of the spear's attack, it did not dodge or dodge, but opened its big mouth wide, and let out a piercing scream from its mouth.

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The miserable scream directly pierced Dorothy's eardrums, and even the movements of her hands paused slightly,

Although the pause was brief, it was enough for the wounded wraith to get out.

I saw that she endured the pain and flew backwards quickly, directly out of the attack range of the blood spear.

At this time, Dorothy also shook her head slightly, recovering consciousness from the sonic attack just now, and saw that the resentful spirit actually wanted to get out of her attack, and her face couldn't help but change greatly.

It was the first time she had fought alone, and if her multiple mistakes had caused this enemy to escape and hurt Don or Cornelia, it would have made her feel guilty for the rest of her life.

From the very beginning, Dorothy had been relying on the two of them, and she couldn't help them with anything at all.

Although she knew that Don and Cornelia had always felt guilty about herself, even if she really couldn't help them, the two of them wouldn't mind.

But the two of them don't mind, Dorothy herself will.

She knew that Don and the others blamed themselves for their father's death, but she knew in her heart that if they went according to Viscount Sifa's plan, the danger would always fall on their father and daughter.

It's just a matter of time, although she has also complained about Don and Cornelia, but she hates the dead Viscount Cipha even more.

So although the two of them have some guilt for her, for her, these guiltes are not necessary at all.

She wants to prove herself, she doesn't want to be a little girl who can only rely on others, but wants to be a real companion of the two.

In the past, when she had no strength, she took the initiative to attack Viscount Upper Seal, she thought so, and now that she has the power to protect others, her inner thoughts have not changed.

Even if she had helped Don and them before, but it was not enough for her, Don still saw herself as a little girl who had to be protected by others, and she didn't like that.

So she values her chance to face the enemy on her own this time, and she wants to prove to them that she is not the little girl who will only rely on others, but their real companion.

"Don't try to run!

Dorothy gritted her teeth, and the blood spear in her hand changed shape again, and the slender blood chain just now appeared in the girl's slender hand again.

"Stop!"

The girl's mouth let out a coquettish sound again, and the bright red chains shot out of the girl's hands in an instant like a flexible snake.

In the next second, this chain of energy appeared in front of the wraith, wrapping it tightly.

"I've got it back!"

As the words fell, Dorothy tugged the other end of the bright red chain, and under the girl's pull, the resentful spirit tied up like a dumpling was dragged and flew directly towards her. Let's read a book

"You've killed so many people!

Dorothy watched as the wraith flew towards her from mid-air, and the blood-burning red sword appeared again in her other hand, slashing at the badly injured wraith again.

When the girl saw that the resentful spirits began to change into the people she had seen in the illusion, she knew that the people of the manor might be more than lucky.

Especially during the battle, the wraith frequently switched its appearance, and as more and more familiar faces appeared, Dorothy's heart began to sink to the bottom.

She realized that maybe the servants in the manor might not end well, maybe they were all killed in this manor by the strange man.

Cornelia had previously told her about the process of the formation of resentful spirits, and in addition to the remnants of some powerful souls, creatures that died full of resentment were the most likely to form resentful spirits.

But after most ordinary people die, even if there is resentment, it will quickly dissipate, but because there are too many deaths, more and more resentment accumulates, and it will form resentment spirits if it is too late to dissipate naturally.

Therefore, Dorothy knew that the old butler and the others must be extremely unwilling to die, so they turned into such a vicious thing.

But even if you are unwilling, you should not harm other innocent people.

So now even if Dorothy sympathizes with them in her heart, she is not soft in the slightest, and the long sword in her hand is ruthless and fast, and she is ruthless.

"Hate... I hate... You're all going to die! you're all going to die!!"

Seeing that he couldn't dodge the attack, the wraith stopped struggling, and his resentful eyes were fixed on Dorothy, and finally made a very resentful voice.

The resentful voice reached Dorothy's ears, causing the girl to pause slightly.

However, with the scarlet chains firmly fastened, even if this discourse had some effect on Dorothy, it would have little effect on the final result.

The bright red sword burning with blood and flame cut deep into the body of the wraith, and the extremely hard chain of the wraith did not hinder the cutting of the blade in the slightest, and even made people feel that the scarlet chain was like an illusion, and the pain of the blood and flame made the wrath let out an extremely miserable cry.

"No... No... Not !!"

The miserable screams from the wraith's mouth upset Dorothy to listen, but even with this level of influence, Dorothy's hands were still steady and did not tremble in the slightest.

"I sympathize with your plight, but that's not a reason why you can take someone's life at will!"

Dorothy said as she turned the blade of the sword stuck in the wraith's body, infusing it with even greater blood power.

With the infusion of blood power, the blood flame on the blade of the sword burned fiercely, and some of the blood flame had begun to slowly flow out of the seven orifices of the resentful spirit, and the scene was extremely terrifying.

Because the blood inflammation became too vigorous, the pain of the wraiths increased exponentially, and the cries from the mouths became more miserable.

"Dust to dust, dust to earth, the dead should rest in peace, that man! I will find him for you!"

Dorothy's mouth uttered resolute words, and the movements of her hands became even harder, and even the bright red blade in her hand turned into blood flames.

The body of the originally dark blue resentful spirit was wrapped with blood-colored flames, and the entire spirit body turned into a torch of bright red flames, illuminating the dark night.

"No... No... Not !!"

The wraith's voice grew more and more miserable and weak, and even Dorothy on the other side of it couldn't hear what it was saying in the last voice.