"Hey, do you need help, I'm outside the wall" The woman's voice looked a little anxious, she spoke Aslan, and the little ghost didn't even react for a moment.

"Probably a strong man passing by?" thought to the little ghost, "but she looks like an Aslan...... and then his eyes dimmed. It took a while to gradually regain its brightness.

"Well... Okay—" The little ghost replied weakly in Aslan, moving his body, "What should I do?" he chose to seize the glimmer of life in front of him.

"Can you still stand up? I'll smash the wall open and lead you away, but I told you beforehand that I can't beat that devil" The woman's voice was very magnetic, faintly majestic.

The little ghost didn't understand too much, and he didn't speak, and an unprecedented sense of weakness and powerlessness hit every corner of his body, and the damage of the breath of despair to people was too great, and I was afraid that his body would be greatly damaged after this time.

He sat against the wall, struggling to stand up with all his strength on his sword, his trembling body did not obey the call at all, and he could only slowly kneel on one knee purely by relying on the bloodline will to regain the upper peak.

The devil was screaming angrily, destroying the decoration of the courtyard, he was now more like a demon from some sulfur-covered abyss, and after the rage, a cold aura enveloped his body again, and he seemed to calm down, pacing towards the little ghost.

"Well, that's it, don't move yet. The woman's voice rang out again, and she gave the little ghost another suggestion. "This is a great opportunity, don't you want to ask something?"

The little ghost didn't understand a little bit, and knew that she meant to delay time, but why didn't she just save herself?

He suddenly remembered one thing, and he must confirm with the devil in front of him.

"Bat... Oh no, respected desperate people, I'm going to be the one who will die... May I ask you something?" the little ghost looked up and said as loudly as he could, choosing to believe the Aslan woman.

"Well, what? Do the ghosts beg for mercy too? I thought you were as stinky and hard as the brimstone mongrels of the Abyss. The devil looked at the little ghost teasingly, and stopped.

"Ah, you're really good at laughing, and we're still distant relatives. The little ghost smiled sadly, and it was very moving. "The Aslans didn't invade for no reason, did they? That casus belli was ridiculous. ”

"Oh, you want to ask this?" the devil shook his head, "No fun, I thought I could keep you as a pet." He stared at the little ghost for a long time, but he didn't see anything strange.

"The Aslan Empire... It's powerful... Even if a lot of people die in your ghost country, it won't be able to shake her foundation..."The devil thought about it, and felt that the little ghost would definitely fall into his hands today. Slowly, he said some information.

It obviously didn't learn much about the devil's traditions, and it was the devil's taboo to easily reveal important information, and if it weren't for such obvious features, the little ghost would even wonder if it was a demon.

The devil got up and continued to walk towards the little ghost, he could not feel the slightest magic power in the little ghost, and even his physical strength was like a candlelight, which could be extinguished at any time.

"Charlemagne XII is a powerful man, alas..."The devil put his right hand on his chest "Sorry, I can only say much..."

The little ghost did not get useful information, but he also determined that the invasion of the Aslan Empire must be related to the devil, and he sighed on the surface and said nothing.

"That's right," the little ghost thought to himself, and wondered a little, "but it's strange... Why does hell have such a devil of character?"

"What's next... I'm going to pump your soul out, your flesh... I'm going to take it back and maybe study the interoperability between our bloodlines... Your ghostly bloodline is rare. ”

For some reason, the devil's voice was no longer cold and tyrannical, and he said gently, looking at the little ghost's eyes as if he was admiring a beautiful work of art. That's what a devil should say.

Anger and nervousness welled up in the little ghost's heart, and he tried to suppress it, so that his heart would beat steadily, so that the devil would not find out what was wrong.

The little ghost now feels that this devil is not only a little stunned, but also mentally problematic.

He prayed to the Aslan women outside the wall to strike as soon as possible.

The Devil walked up to the little ghost and reached out to caress the little ghost's cheek, "It's perfect, how nice it would be if you were a woman, we might be able to restore the glory of the Heavenly Lords...", he muttered to himself, amazed by the little ghost's charming blood and appearance.

His hand slowly approached, and the little ghost saw it in his eyes, and the severe nausea made him almost vomit his lunch, and he forced down the vomiting sensation, and turned his head away from the devil.

"Why? shy, I knew you would surrender to my strength, rest assured, I would be gentle. The devil said softly, and continued to reach for the little ghost's cheek...

Just as he was about to touch the cheek of the little ghost, a voice sounded from outside the wall, a magnetic and agile female voice with unmistakable majesty.

"Hammer of Victory of the Oath!"

"Boom—no!" There was a loud bang, and the little ghost felt that his ears were about to be deaf, and even his internal organs trembled violently, as if they were about to be torn apart.

Time seemed to slow down several times, and the little ghost saw that the wall on his right was gradually expanding outward and cracking, and a wave of qi generated by a huge force was roaring from the outside to the inside, turning a piece of stone brick along with the wall into powder, leaving a fan-shaped mark about eight meters long.

At this moment, the little ghost's demonic power, bloodline, and physical strength were completely overdrawn, and his body had not yet recovered under the sweep of the breath of despair, and he suffered another heavy blow.

The little ghost finally couldn't hold it anymore and fell to the ground, and a few thoughts flashed through his mind a moment before he fell unconscious.

"This wall should be half a meter thick, right?"

"Didn't she say she couldn't beat that devil?"

"This has to have the power of gold, right?"

The devil was also a little confused at the moment, the position where the blow was smashed was facing him, and it directly lifted him out of the air nearly eight meters away, smashing a big hole into the ground, you must know that his weight was nearly two tons...

A sturdy figure hurriedly picked up the unconscious little ghost while the dust had not dispersed, and quickly fled.

And the devil just stared blankly at the torn walls and floor tiles in front of him.

“Τιστοδιάολο;” (Devil's foul mouth)

After a while, the devil realized that something was wrong and got up to chase after him, but the only remaining reason told him that Victoria's magic was not to be messed with, not to mention that the powerful power displayed by the unknown female powerhouse could completely crush him.

The devil could only shake his head abruptly, waved his hand again, solidified a throne on the altar, and sat down. Thinking back to what had just happened—he still couldn't figure out how he had flown out.

"Damn, damn ghost, I'm going to catch you, I'm going to make you my best pet forever, pampering you day and night," the devil thought viciously.

He was furious for a moment, as if sensing something, and the devil suddenly calmed down and began to reflect on himself

He shouldn't have said so much nonsense, and when he saw that ghost, he should have been dragged straight into hell, and he should not have been left to his disposal when the time came.

The devil looked up at the waning moon, rubbing his chin, the blood of the Desperate Monarch flowing in his body, he thought of a crazy plan, and his body turned into Duo Manshu Shahua, which gradually dissipated, and the courtyard returned to peace.

On the streets of Victoria, an Aslan girl runs at full speed with a little ghost in her arms, carrying a pitch-black war hammer about the height of the little ghost on her back until she reaches a courtyard...

As the waning moon gradually sets, the ancient Suan rises from the east, gradually illuminating every inch of Victoria.