The webweaver lay on the cold and dry floor, watching the snowflakes fall from the small windows on the heights, and his mind recalled the prophet's inferences.

Was he telling the truth, or was he misleading her?

She couldn't tell. Because of witchcraft, she didn't have to guess to know if someone was lying, so she never learned the art of reading words and feelings.

She has been hit too much today, first by the brutal dismemberment of her brother, and then by the destruction of the idol Blood Witch Philia.

The webweaver felt that she needed a good night's sleep to calm down.

She didn't dare to sleep too deeply, for fear that when the master would break in to find her revenge. Thinking of this, the weaver subconsciously touched the twin guns on his legs. When she touched the familiar hard touch, she suddenly felt much more at ease.

Suddenly, a terrible scream pierced the silence.

The webweaver leapt from the ground and ran to the Prophet's room, where the screams had come from.

For the first time, she resented that she had deliberately chosen a room far away because she was wary of another wizard.

The door of the prophet was open, and it was blown by the wind, making a creaking sound.

Tick, tick, bright red blood dripping onto the floor, splattering into a radial pattern. The Prophet's old body was hanging from the chandelier, and his body was still shaking. The webweaver saw that his eyes were pierced by the sharp lampstand, and a large amount of blood kept falling down the copper candlestick.

"Damn!" the webweaver drew his twin guns and looked around warily. It had been less than a minute since the screams rang out, and the killer certainly hadn't gone far. And Master Tsuzhì is locked in a secret room, it is impossible to do it, and she is not a murderer herself. Then that Shadow Knight, there is a ** stream out of ten!

With her gun in hand, the webweaver slammed her shoulder into the door vigilantly, and she fired a shot diagonally upward, the heat of the flame charge igniting the lampstand on the wall, instantly illuminating the area.

No one...... The webweaver crouched down by the firelight. The thought of the elusive assassination technique made her sweat cold. Such a night is simply the best stage for an assassin like him. Against such an opponent, she has no chance of winning.

At this moment, behind the weaver, a bunch of tattoos in the shape of vines grew from the part of her neck, and a leaf gradually grew.

By the way, Master Kongzhì in the secret passage! If she knew that Master Kongzhì was not a shadow knight, she would definitely not fight with him. Now that she knows that Liu is a shadow knight, then Master Control is her companion! If she cooperates with Master Chain, she still has a chance to turn the tables.

Although I know that if I run into the darkness where I can't see my fingers, I may be assassinated by Liu. But if you sit still, you just wait for death. The weaver took a step forward and rushed towards the place where the master of the day control was located. Sweating profusely, she didn't notice that the tattoo on the back of her neck was growing faster and faster with her vigorous exercise.

From the leaves, to the buds, to the buds, and then gradually bloom......

It's here!! But when she saw the completely open hallway, her heart slowly sank. The webweaver walked in, lit the lampstand with a few flame grenades, and saw the body of Master Kongzhì kneeling on the ground.

She resigned herself to her fate, and the words gradually appeared on the walls. The blood-colored text, which she couldn't read, seemed to be French, mixed with German, but it didn't make sense either way. The blood characters gradually increased, and the color became darker and darker, as if it was old.

Finally, she saw a room, lit with red candles. Draped over a hood, he crossed his fingers and sat on a stone platform in the middle of the candles. The flickering candle flames, the wandering lights, the weirdness of a different kind.

She raised her twin guns, and it was a burst of several bullets!

However, only the shadow was hit.

"You should have seen that!" the webweaver said through gritted teeth, and Stream had already come up to him and slammed the handle of the dagger hard.

"Ahem...... Hmm......" The webweaver cried out in pain, she raised her hands to aim at the figure, but when she pulled the trigger, nothing came out. She reached for the ammo bag around her waist, but it was empty.

The stream slowly walked towards the webweaver, then stopped at a distance of about ten paces from her. He looked at her condescendingly, his eyes indescribably indifferent.

"Kill me!ah, kill me!, aren't you going to kill all the wizards, then come!" The Webweaver threw away his guns and roared at him with red eyes, "You've always thought in your heart that we're stupid, aren't you, you've all been playing around!

"I wasn't the one who killed you...... When you enter this blizzard area, you are doomed to be hopeless. Stream sighed. At this moment, the flower on the weaver's neck finally bloomed, and a sticky and strange fragrance wafted through the air, like a perfume made from blood.

The webweaver's pupils suddenly contracted, and a powerful force gradually spread through her body, twisting her features into deformation. She drooped her face, and when she finally lifted it, she had become another face that was not very human, and her pupils were red.

"It's been a long time, this feeling of using **. The sweet loli sound came from the weaver's body, and it sounded weird.

The webweaver, who had lost his two guns and had undergone a strange change abruptly, suddenly stopped being nervous, but narcissistically stroked his own flesh. It's as if the stream in front of her doesn't exist zài.

"Blood Witch Philia, I'm right. Why do you have to say this line every time you possess you?" Stream pulled out another dagger, held two bareless daggers in both hands, twisted his body, and appeared behind the weaver.

"You...... Know me?" the webweaver's head turned back three hundred and sixty degrees at an angle impossible for man, and the sharply elongated teeth bit hard, but nothing was bitten.

Tilting his head in confusion, the webweaver suddenly felt his clothes soaked. She touched her lower abdomen, and a wound had opened on it. "Ah, I'm injured, and I really haven't adapted to my body yet, so I can't feel pain!"

Stream flicked the dagger and attacked again. At this point, Philia finally remembered to use witchcraft, and a marble statue was lifted up by her psychic power and smashed into the stream.

She stepped out, and the next moment, she slammed into the wall. Her nose was deflated, and she tilted her head: "Ah, you still don't adapt to other people's abilities! Next time, you won't be mistaken." ”

The stream had already flashed past the sculpture, and before she could come out of the wall, he dealt her a fatal blow. However, Philia yawned as if she had just been bitten by a mosquito: "It's useless, Filia is immortal~"

"There is no immortality in this world. Drawing back the dagger, he watched as Philia's exposed heart gradually closed and fell into the distance, and said lightly.

"I know that Philia has been imprisoned for a hundred years, and her strength is already very weak and weak. But if you don't have holy water, you won't be able to kill Filia~" Filia said with the appearance of a child and the body of the webweaver's royal sister, "But you don't have holy water anymore, right, because if you enter Filia's magic array, you will be planted." Whoever has a seed will become a host for Philia, and although you have eliminated the seed with holy water, you have also lost the opportunity to destroy Philia......"

"What a pity!" Philia said, the room shook violently, and all the bricks on the floor floated, "Filia is invincible, Filia can absorb anyone's abilities, as long as Filia is given time, Filia can use them." It's a pity that I don't know what kind of ability you have, it's okay, I'll know if Philia kills you!"

"Dream!" Streams flashed through the cracks in the stones with an unknown step. He approached Philia and cut several wounds on her, but it slowly grew back together.

"It's useless, it's useless, you better let me absorb it!" Filia laughed, and like a wayward little girl, she kept throwing all sorts of sharp things into the stream.

In the wound, a little red light flashed. The flow suddenly accelerated, and the dagger was pointed, stabbing directly at that point.

"It's useless, even if you find my lifecore, you don't have holy water...... Uh, ahem...... How come?"

Filia's eyes widened, she looked at her body, the golden light was gradually corroding her body, she had dealt with the Holy Cult many times, although her mind was no longer clear, she still recognized what this color was.

"Holy water! Why, you have already used it, how can it still be!"

Flowing took a breath: "Indeed, because of the relationship between the holy water, it will lose its properties if you bring two bottles. ”

"I used a bottle of holy water to drain your seed. And this bottle of holy water is also 'me', but it is the past me. ”

"The first time, I didn't use holy water. The prophet deduced the secret of the castle, but you accused the rats and almost killed everyone. Although I finally killed the rat that you accused me of, I was almost accused by you. The second time, I learned wisely, killed the rats and the prophets, and also killed the master of the consul, so that you possessed the weakest webweaver. But I didn't expect that your key point is not in the heart, but in the life core, only using holy water on your life core can kill you...... And I, who have already used up the holy water, have no chance to kill you again. ”

"The third time, right now. I traveled to this plane, killed my past self for the second time, and obtained the holy water that was intact on my body. ”

Stream dropped a glass bottle, "Now you can look at it." ”

The knife was gone, and the webweaver's body shattered into countless golden points of light. It was as if he heard countless unjust souls wailing, sublimating, and being annihilated. A white light suddenly appeared, and he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the castle that had been intact seemed to be empty for more than a hundred years, dilapidated.

Outside, there was a bright spring season, and there was no snow......