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- Chronicle of the Holy Land

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"Brother, it is said that the witch chosen by the devil will gain the ability to pass through the iron cage and shackles, grow demon wings on her back, and fly to the ......"

"Hey, hey, hey! Freya, what are you talking about! Frey, who is the elder brother, quickly covers the mouth of his sister Freya who is chirping like a little sparrow.

The two brothers and sisters walked in the crowded crowd, and the crowded crowd was sandwiched between two rows of expressionless martial arts women, and slowly led to an open square full of iron cages.

The square was also surrounded by armed women dressed in black nun robes and armed with short-handled war hammers and silver bullet pistols.

A tall martial arts woman, under the backdrop of the sacred nun's dress and solemn suspenders, her eyes are constantly looking for something in the crowd.

Directly above the square, there are also strategic air ships the size of ten basketball courts in the Holy Land.

At the bottom of the strategic air ship, there is a big English letter "E", which can be seen as long as you are not blind.

"Ector, one of the Knights of the Round Table."

Frey looked at the strategic air ship hovering above and frowned slightly.

It is known that King Arthur, Lord of the Holy Land, has 12 Knights of the Round Table under him, and the Holy Land has a total of 26 surface forts.

In other words, on June 13, the day of the Witch's Awakening, the 12 strategic air ships of the 12 Knights of the Round Table could not fully take care of the 26 surface fortresses, and could only carry out selective focused defenses.

If the Knights of the Round Table's strategic air ship appears above their Z Fortress, it means that the Holy Land has learned through intelligence and analysis that the awakened witch is likely to appear in the Z Fortress where they are.

Frey looked at Freya beside him again.

A little little man of 1.5 meters, blonde hair that just hangs down to his shoulders, melts all eyes, biting little tiger teeth, unpretentious dimples, flat chest, slightly fleshy thighs with black over-the-knee socks, pure white lace-edged skirts, and the absolute realm between black over-the-knee socks and white lace skirts.

The appearance of his sister manipulating monsters and killing innocents indiscriminately, Frey couldn't imagine it at all.

My sister, when she sees a cat and a dog crushed to death by a car on the side of the road, will hold herself and cry for a long time, witch? That's simply not possible.

Remembering the memory of Freya holding herself like a little milk dog all day when she was a child, Frey couldn't help but stroke Freya's little head again.

"Brother?" Freya's face flushed slightly.

"It's okay, Freya, even if the witch does appear, my brother will definitely protect you."

"Hmm" Freya replied weakly, then hugged Frey, and hugged Frey tightly with her soft body, looking loveless.

is 1.5 meters tall, and he can only hug the waist of 1.8 meters Frey.

"Brother, don't worry, Freya will be fine, maybe Freya herself is a witch."

"What are you talking nonsense again!" Frey grabbed Freya's face with both hands and pulled it left and right, screaming in pain.

"Brother! Stop it! Freya didn't dare to joke about witches anymore......"

Just as Frey was sanctioning Freya, the voice of the Knight of the Round Table Eckert was also heard from the strategic air ships above the Z fortress.

"Thank you for cooperating with the control of the Witch Awakening Day, as one of His Majesty King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table, I will definitely guarantee everyone's safety, and as soon as the witch appears, I will definitely sanction the evil witch under King Arthur's divine power!

Next, please enter the cage in an orderly manner, I don't think I need to say more about the process, right? The moment the clock hand crosses 0:00 on the 13th, the witch will definitely be punished, and the suspicion of other girls will naturally be cleared. ”

Hearing Eckert's words, the sixteen-year-old girls also confirmed their identities at the card point of the martial arts girl, and then were sent to the corresponding iron cage.

"Freya Loren?" The martial arts lady who confirmed Freya's identity frowned slightly.

Roland, an extremely rare and sensitive surname in the Holy Land.

Charlemagne, who fought against King Arthur, the lord of the Holy Land, was the chief knight under him, and the first sword master in history to master the "power of nature", which was called Roland.

Now that King Arthur has completely defeated Charlemagne, the descendants of the surname Roland are no different from street rats.

The opportunity to go to school and work is very likely to be rejected as a "descendant of Roland", and slander and abuse in daily life have long become commonplace.

The martial arts girl only slanted her eyes at Freya and Frey, then snorted and waved her hand to signal the two to enter.

Entering the iron cage, Frey picked up the cold black iron chains and shackles, and clenched his fists uncontrollably.

"It's okay, brother, it's just one night, it's going to be over quickly, come on." Freya grinned, revealing two small tiger teeth, and those big eyes narrowed into two crescents.

"Damn!" No matter how much he scolded, Frey could only fasten the shackles and chains to Freya's hands and feet.

The shackles tightly clasped the delicate skin of Freya's hands and feet, which also hurt Freya almost screamed, but when she saw Frey's distressed eyes, Freya gritted her teeth again and held back.

But after Frey helped Freya tie up, the martial arts girl outside the iron cage suddenly pulled the rising switch, and with the sudden climb, Freya also groaned.

"Hey! You bastard! Frey yelled at the Wu Decoration Girl.

Gritted teeth, glared, clenched fists.

Seeing Frey's actions, the martial arts girl's eyes were like looking at ants on the ground.

"Comments?"

He also shook the short-handled war hammer in front of Frey, not even glancing at Frey.

Seeing the tension between the two, Freya hurriedly said, "Brother! I'm fine......" and squeezed a forced smile at Frey.

Only then did the martial arts girl sigh and ignore Frey.

Back outside the square, Frey kept staring at the hands above the plaza's bell tower.

But the turning pointer still didn't change, and continued to crawl slowly like a snail.

Look at Freya in the iron cage again, her hands are tied and hung up by chains, her head is covered with cold sweat, she can still force a smile in front of herself, but now she can't hold on at all, and she has become the little milk dog with a crying nose when she was a child.

It felt even worse than stabbing Frey in the heart.

A few more hours passed, and it was finally approaching 0:00 on June 13.

Frey was almost counting down to the slow-moving hands on the bell tower.

10

9

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2

1

But it turned out to be like Freya was joking with Frey, and the hourly bell striking above the bell tower sounded like the death knell of death to Frey.

Seeing the little fire in Freya's eyes, Frey cried out, "No! My sister can't be a witch! Stop it! Stop it! ”

Freya, who found herself surrounded by flames, also lowered her head, not daring to look at Frey again. Tears fell, and in an instant, they were baked into blazing white steam by the hot flames beside him.

A silver hammer entwined with lightning suddenly fell from the strategic air ship above the square, smashing Freya's iron cage and the surrounding ground into pieces.

The lightning that entwined the giant hammer caused puffs of black smoke on the ground around him, and even Frey's hands and feet outside the square became weak under the effect of lightning.

And the martial arts girls who had been waiting around the square for a long time all rushed forward and surrounded Freya, who was crushed under the giant hammer and did not know life or death.

There were also two other martial arts women, who also rushed to Frey, who was screaming miserably, and pressed Frey, who had lost his mind, to the ground, and the short-handled war hammer in his hand slammed into the back of Frey's head without hesitation.