In the town of Bitt, a famous fishing ground in Bilgewater Bay, there has just been a fierce fight between the Hooks and the Red Riding Hoods during the day, and the leader of the Red Riding Hoods has been dragged out of his home and thrown to a cross nailed to the sea. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Many of the houses burned down, but fortunately, Alice's home was still inhabitable.

Alice's husband was hanging the amulet he had prayed for from the Mother Serpent Temple in front of his house - this was Bilgewater's way of dealing with the Night of the Eclipse, and they would hang the amulet and hide in the house to wait for the sun to rise.

This was probably the end of the past, but they didn't know that this time the Night of Soul Eclipse was not the same as before.

"Mitas, hurry up, the black fog is about to ...... Oh my God, what is that!" Alice saw the shadow of war not far away, like a mountain, and the Dark Knights who were about to charge behind him.

Mitas's face changed suddenly, and he cried out, "Alice, take the children away, they're coming." ”

His voice revealed a hint of desperation, and the movement of the talisman in his hand couldn't help but tremble a few times, but the last knot couldn't be broken.

"Mitas, what are you going to do?" Alice's face changed.

"Leave me alone, go quickly, and take the children into the cellar!" the husband cursed loudly, and at last he tied the last knot—the talisman would not take effect if it was not tied according to a certain system, and from this legend he preferred to put himself in danger.

Because he could not bear to give up the slightest possibility of adding to the stock of his wife and children.

"No, let's go together!" Alice shook her head stubbornly.

"It's too late......" he muttered in despair, followed by a sudden lunge forward.

Flutter - The black knight in ancient armor did not hesitate at all, and indifferently swung his blade and cut off his head.

Mitas's dying block was like an ant's counterattack, without any effect on him, and as Mitas's wailing soul was sucked into his mouth, the Dark Knight instigated the undead undead horse under his crotch and walked towards the house, where there were fresh souls to eat.

Alice covered her mouth, her beautiful face was distorted, but she didn't miss her dead husband anymore, and from the way Mitas looked at him before he died, she knew what he wanted to say - protect our children!

So she immediately picked up the two crying dragon and phoenix fetuses beside her and ran towards the bedroom, where there was a secret cellar.

The sound of the Dark Knight slamming the gate reverberate, the amulet of the Mother Serpent Temple was indeed miraculous, but this miracle was like a precarious fence in front of the Dark Knight, who was determined to devour their living souls, and it only took a few breaths to break it.

Alice, who was hiding in the cellar, trembled, and she hugged her two children tightly, tears streaming down her face.

She was terrified, but there was enough hatred in it, hate!

If it weren't for the gang fight during the day, they would have escaped to the city of Bilgewater - if it weren't for the immortal ghost, her lover wouldn't have died a tragic death - and even the soul would not have been freed.

"Mom's ......"

"Shh

Although he told him not to speak, as soon as the child saw his mother crying, he immediately forgot about it and whispered.

Alice covered the mouths of the two children, and she muttered to herself, "What should I do......? What should I do?

Finally, with a loud bang...... The crash stopped, and Alice knew that the gate was broken.

The iron hooves seemed to step on her heart, and the child's cries could no longer be contained, and in fact she did not expect the undead to see through a single cellar.

She was desperate, but in despair, her thoughts raced, and after a moment her whole body suddenly stood up, and then rushed into the pile of debris beside her like a madman.

There, she found a rough and twisted humanoid statue and three twisted nails.

"Pray, Nemesis," she said, her voice low and trembling with hatred and fear. "Beyond the other side, listen to my sacrifice. Show up and let justice be revealed. ”

She had the hammer and the first nail ready.

"I'm going to name my traitor once," she said, and then called out its name—filthy undead!

After a single blow, the nail wedged deep into it, pinning the statue to the wall.

Alice shuddered suddenly, and the room suddenly became cold—she didn't know if it was her hallucination, but she quickened her movements again as the sound of iron hooves rested above the cellar.

"I'm going to name it a second time," she said, and did the same, wedge the second nail next to the first.

She froze, enveloped in shock. A black figure appeared in the cramped cellar.

It was almost motionless, not far from the two children, emitting a glowing green light.

Alice's breath was short, and she returned her attention to the unfinished ritual.

"I'll call it by name for the third time," she said, calling out the words "filthy undead" again, and wedged the last nail.

An ancient vengeful spirit stood in front of her, turning from illusory to solid, and Alice took a step back and involuntarily began to gasp.

This so-called vengeful spirit was dressed in ancient armor, and if you looked closely, you could clearly perceive lines very similar to the dark knight's armor, and her flesh became transparent, and emitted a dark light unique to a soul.

The black mist enveloped her like a living robe.

The metal let out a piercing screech, and the spirit unloaded a green spear from her breastplate—a shameful traitor shot her tens of thousands of years ago—and if she remembered correctly, the man happened to be named Hecarim.

She threw her spear into the dirt in front of Alice, silent as deathly, except for the concussions and falling sounds that began to sound overhead.

Alice knew what she was going to get—revenge, and she knew the sacrifice she had to offer—her soul.

The vengeful spirit continued to stare at her, her face expressionless, her eyes burning with an endlessly cold glow, and Alice picked up the weapon.

"I give myself for revenge," Alice said, her voice sharpening. She pointed the tip of her spear towards her heart. "Sacrifice with my blood, sacrifice with my spirit. ”

She paused. Her husband might tell her not to set foot down this path. He would beg her not to take revenge at the cost of his own soul.

A moment of doubt filled her mind. The Undead continued to watch.

"But it's not just revenge, otherwise I'm still going to die, but it is possible to save my child and avenge you!" Alice muttered to herself, as if she was explaining something to someone, and her eyes suddenly became firm.

"Help me," she cried out, making a decision. "Please help me kill him and, if I can, save my child!"

She plunged the spear into her chest and plunged it deeply.

Alice's eyes drifted and she sat down. She tried to speak, but all that came out of her lips was a cloud of blood.

As the last rays of life passed from her body, Alice's shadow parted from her feet.

She was sucked into her by the spirit of vengeance—and then she saw thousands of companions huddled together.

This is a haughty god-like general in armor, carrying the hearts of countless Avengers and condensing their power into a single rope, although Alice is not technically a complete Avenger, because it is not only revenge that drives her sacrifice, but also a ridiculous and pathetic love for cold spirits!

But the spirit still accepted the sacrifice of this incomplete avenger - she received a faint light of vengeance, if not anything at all, but she did not feel that she had lost.

Because the big guy above, as well as his minions, are all targets she can't wait to hunt.

"Hekarim—let me tell you: all betrayers must die!" (To be continued.) )