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In the basement of the castle's inner sanctum, Claire and Neham stand against each other, Neam holding a sword in his right hand and a blasphemous red glow in the darkness on his hideous left claw. Claire held the scepter in her left hand and posed the seal of law in her right hand, covered in cold sweat.

Naturally, they don't know what happened to the castle annex, and Claire doesn't know that he's lost two childhood friends. Now they are facing one of the most evil and powerful spellcasters in the entire multiverse.

"Claire!" said Neam bitterly, "though I knew that day would come sooner or later, even though I had thrown myself into darkness. But I didn't expect you to die in Fort Savoie!"

Countless ghost butterflies surrounded them, and the ghost butterflies sprinkled black phosphorescence, which was actually worse than darkness, with a wonderful black light, even in the dark, they could see clearly.

They were found by the witch, and those little tricks may be able to deceive Aven, who has not summoned the future, but not the all-out Calamity Witch.

"Hmph!

In the darkness, the indifferent voice of the witch came from all directions, and the voice was layered on top of each other, as if there were countless witches whispering in the ear, making people's spirits drowsy.

Suddenly, a group of ghost butterflies turned into layers of spray, swarming towards Claire. Claire was shocked, Iger's scepter emitted a purifying light, resisting the erosion of the dark power, but that power was unwavering, so that Iger's divine power could not resist, and the purifying light was like an eggshell that was quickly gnawed, constantly compressing inward.

Behind him, Neam sensed Claire's crisis, and he turned around desperately and swung his sword, the sword light turned into a half-arc and rushed into the darkness, but only five feet past him and disappeared without a trace. He stretched out his claws again, and the blasphemous magic light erupted, firmly resisting the countless ghost butterflies along with Claire's purifying power.

There was a loud bang, and the two of them were like two lonely boats in the raging black waves, blown away by the darkness.

A corner of the basement is darkened and turned to powder, and everything is silent. After a long time, Neam rose from the collapsed rubble, and he ripped the scarred Claire out of the rubble.

"Are you alright?" asked Neham, coughing up blood, as she asked Claire, who was in front of him.

Claire wiped a handful of dust from her face, which added some color to his pale cheeks. Several ribs were broken in his chest, a fist-sized hole was cut in his right chest, and even the lobes of his lungs were swallowed up by darkness. In the wave of offensive just now, Claire's spell shield, which was the main force, only lasted for a moment before bursting, and by the way, shattered the confidence he had accumulated over the years.

Such an injury would be certain death for ordinary people, and Neam was startled, and he cried out, "You, are you alright?"

Claire actually looked in good spirits, and he nodded, "Don't forget that I specialize in necromancy and spells. "It's just that maybe there's something wrong with the lobes of the lungs, and the sound is like a leaky air duct.

As he spoke, he pulled out a wriggling piece of flesh from the space, gesticulated and pointed at the piece of flesh with his hand, and the flesh seemed to give birth to countless streaks of blood clinging to his right chest, winding and repairing along the broken lobes of the lung. After a few moments, the wriggling piece of flesh was reduced to a mass the size of a fingernail, and Claire glanced at the piece of flesh painfully, placing it in a petri dish and throwing it back into space.

He asked, "What about the witch?"

"Hell knows!" Neuham muttered, "she didn't take us to heart at all, and she was gone after that attack." Bastard! I suspect it wasn't her at all! Claire, should we rejoice? Rejoice that we're insignificant ants. ”

Claire didn't answer, and he looked even paler.

"Not good!" Claire sprang to her feet, nearly falling from the dizziness of blood loss.

Neam grabbed him and asked, "What's wrong?"

"She's gone to Vivien Leigh!

Claire guessed right!

The witch's goal is not Claire and Neam at all, even if Claire has Iger's scepter, but in the witch's heart, there is undoubtedly Vivien Leigh's higher priority.

She didn't want to delay for a second now, for fear that something unexpected would happen. Abraham was right, Lawrence would soon be back at Fort Savoie, and it was very likely that the mages of the inner ring council of Icewind Castle such as Dema and Dinah would also come here after seeing the Runetera Throne, including those of the Church.

Time is running out for her, and after the eye of time sleeps, this is her best chance to deal with Eleni once and for all.

Countless ghost butterflies converged in the ruins, surging along the underground level towards a secret room. They were pervasive, the walls were aging and eroding everywhere they passed, and soon, the ghost butterfly sensed the secret room where Vivien Leigh was, and with a thud she passed through the door of the secret room, circling and dancing in the hall.

Vivien Leigh and Kathryn immediately sensed that something was wrong, and took a battle pose with the Shadow Guard, watching the ghost butterflies that continued to circle through the door in the hall.

"Calamity?"

This is the first time that Vivien Leigh and the Calamity Witch have met in this worldline, but almost the moment they saw the ghost butterfly, the feeling in the dark made Vivien Leigh confirm each other.

She saw the ghost butterflies converging in the air, and a pale girl gradually appeared. The woman's appearance was very similar to herself, except that the woman wore the woman's hair in a bun, while Vivien wore a single ponytail that made it easy to move.

Vivien Leigh looked at her as if she were looking at herself in a mirror. She could sense a strange call from the woman, the body seemed to have some kind of strange connection with her soul, and the invisible message flowed between Vivien Leigh and the witch like an ethereal galaxy. This makes Vivien Leigh realize that everything that seems like a dream is real, that she is really the reincarnation of Eleni, or at least that she is full of wonderful connections with Eleni.

Rebecca looked at the witch and then at Vivien Leigh, and she covered her mouth in disbelief. It was as if her two daughters were standing in front of her, as smart as she immediately realized that the children were hiding some crucial information about them.

But the good qualities she has cultivated over the years have made her calm down quickly, and she orders the loyal shadow guard and royal guard, "Protect the princess!"

The witch glanced at Rebecca as if she were a tiny speck of dust, and the silent contempt was more sarcastic than any words.

She looked at Vivien Leigh, who was like a twin sister to her, and the corners of her lips curled slightly, and she pointed right, "No, I'm Alini." Lord of Illusions——. Claydeman, the ancestor of the Claydeman family, Vivien Leigh, you have the ability to illusion in the power of your bloodline, right? That's because you are all descendants of me and Lu Sien. ”

Rebecca was shocked! She had been in more trouble today than in her previous lives combined, and she looked at the witch and asked, "You're lying, aren't you? You are the demon who was the enemy of Claudien's ancestors, how can you be the ancestor of our family!"

The witch still ignores Rebecca, and she has only one in her eyes.

The holy sword in Vivien Leigh's hand glowed golden, as if some will was awakening, and she said to the witch, as if answering her mother's question, "You're lying, you're not Alini." You're just a pathetic undead with her memories and indulging in false glory. ”

"If I'm not, then who is?" the victory was in hand, and in the face of this mortal enemy in fate, the witch uncharacteristically calmed down, "You?"

Vivien Leigh shook her head, "Me neither. Aleni is dead, none of us are Elini, and no one can replace her. But again, she can't replace any of us. ”

"Huh-" the witch laughed, "and Charlotte's idiot." But it doesn't matter who Alini is, because from now on, there will be only one Alini in the world!"

"I'm not here for Lu Sien this time. The witch said word by word, her face murderous, "I'm here to kill you, Fei Wenli!"