"Oh no! Witch Gallud has gone to trouble the Abyssals!" Rachel, Yundaus, and Dariah were discussing the change of events as the herald broke.

Rachel's first reaction when she heard it was joy!

If in the past, the power of the council was tried and tested, and it could prevent potential thieves from jumping against thieves at the root, then of course it would be a call to death. Now that there is a cloud of rebellion, it is really difficult for this straight man to let the young Rachel play some imperial tricks.

Rachel's second reaction was - not good! Finally, there was a Tianhu start, in case the two main forces under his command were fighting, it would be a question of who was injured and who died. It doesn't matter if Dack the witch is dead, if anything goes wrong on the part of the only abyss keeper of the waterway, it will inevitably lead to the collapse of the defense system.

As soon as she jumped up like a pinprick in the ass, Yun Daos advised, "Don't worry! The Abyssal One is rare, an overlord-level powerhouse who has experienced the expansion of heaven and earth, and he sits on the largest water body in the region, so there is no reason why he is so easy to suffer. ”

At this time, Dai Ria frowned: "What if, the Abyssal One takes the witch in?"

Immediately, all three of them laughed—how could this be! That mad woman was a typical snake spirit disease, and she had great problems communicating with others, and if it hadn't been for the council, everything would have been burned long ago.

Rachel smiled, "Then keep an eye on it, and if there are any signs of the Abyssal being injured or deflated, we will stop it." Of course, you can't let the Abyssal Ones kill the witch Dak casually. ”

Daria: "Then send Charlie!"

Charlie in her mouth is the hero who is best at reconnaissance and sensing in the Yandi Legion.

Rachel nodded in agreement.

Here, Wang Hao has a headache.

Fallen heroes and anti-heroes, he has seen it, and the demon queen is the most typical example.

But if you want to be a delicious salted fish, why do you become 'your own person'?

I thought that if I didn't wear a fart for thousands of clothes, why would I praise her for being 'handsome'?

Who knew that her brain circuit seemed to be a little different, and this is called humiliation?

Do you have a peculiar understanding of the word humiliation?

On the scene, it can be called incompatible.

The furious tongue of fire formed a huge fire tornado three meters high and twenty meters in diameter, which rotated around Hei Zhen non-stop, and if there was no black water spout of the same level wrapped outside, this brick and stone hall would have been finished long ago.

Even so, the situation is still very dire.

The cold black water, the purgatory-like flames clashed in mid-air like chainsaws, and the sprays and sparks shot up merged into a ball, forming a water vapor that would burn mortals when they absolutely touched it.

Wang Hao can't deal with these water vapors casually, if he puts them outside, he will definitely hurt his subordinates, so he can only have his mind surging, so that all the fish, shrimp and crabs in the waterside fortress will get out of the waterway immediately.

"Bubbling and gurgling—" The moment the clearance was completed, a massive amount of hot air poured into the waterway that could accommodate four carriages in parallel, causing a large number of bubbles and a blazing chaotic turbulence.

This scene resembles a volcano erupting at the bottom of the earth.

Here, the two who are on opposite sides realize at the same time that the other party is very different from the opponent they have faced before, and they are obviously not easy to clean up.

The clash of water and fire has completely become a terrifying elemental meat grinder.

Any third elemental or being, if they dared to rush in, would surely be easily swallowed up by these two terrifying masses of energy.

Heizhen roared a little sickly: "What the truth! The whole world is a liar! Handsome? Don't you think this description is too stupid for me as a witch? Are you insulting my intelligence? Or are you showing your hypocrisy?"

"Poof!" Wang Hao didn't understand what Hei Zhende thought, for some reason, he just wanted to tease Hei Zhen: "But you're really handsome! Please, if you don't shout at the top of your voice, you're still a little cute." ”

This is a sentence that netizens of the Celestial Empire feel that there is no problem.

But the request-style word 'please' hit Heizhen's heart in a daze.

She felt her heart skip a beat, and she was stunned for a few seconds before her eyes suddenly became sharp again

"Hmph! Looking at my disgusting face full of curses and ominous, who wouldn't tremble with fear?

Wang Hao blinked.

He didn't understand.

This melon seed face that is extremely in line with the aesthetic vision of the people of the Celestial Empire, coupled with the perfect proportions that the plastic surgeon can't figure out a hundred times, coupled with the waterfall-style silver-white long hair of the Celestial Empire's per capita white hair, Wang Hao can't say that it is not beautiful against his will!

As for the curse and ominous?

Wang Hao smiled: "Haha! Hahahaha! My armor is the Demon King Armor [Silent Abyss]. Do you think I'm going to be afraid of some bullshit curse? Yet, pretty is pretty! Cute is cute! I'm not lying—"

Wang Hao strode forward, and the black water that lingered around his body broke through the blazing waves of fire in a short and fierce confrontation, allowing him to ride the momentum of the wind and waves, and approached Heizhen step by step.

He didn't even realize that his charisma was working.

He didn't even notice that he had inadvertently launched a mental attack on Hei Zhen, torturing her mind.

In the face of Wang Hao's aggressive and shocking momentum, Hei Zhen's mind was blank for a while, and she doubted her life.

The desperate memories of his past life came flooding back to me.

It was the final moments when she was about to be burned at the stake, and countless people poured out, throwing miscellaneous items at her, everything from rocks to rotten tomatoes.

"Ugly witch!"

"You deserve hell!"

"Burn her, burn her—"

The angry roar of the misguided populace grieved her more than the vile accusations of the British.

She saw the flames at the stake again.

The question in the courtroom reached her ear in a trance: "Do you feel that you have received God's grace?"

This question is a trap. The dogma of the Church at that time was that no one could be sure that he himself was by God's grace, and if she answered in the affirmative, then she proved herself to be a heresy. And if her answer is no, then she admits that she is guilty.

At first, Joan of Arc replied, "If I don't get it, I hope God will give it to me, and if I have it, I hope God will give it to me." ”

She was so religious, but in the end she could only end her young life in agony in the flames.

The burning pain of being burned by the fire, even when she was resurrected in the Godforsaken Land as a dark Joan of Arc, still tormented her day and night, and that terrible phantom pain was present all the time.

In her previous life, she had longed for God's messenger to save her at the end of her life and proclaim her rightness.

In this life, relying on the curse of countless English and Burgundian people for 500 years, she was born as an anti-saint, and deep down she also longed for recognition.