"Annie!"

Sophia looked ahead and saw Anne alone facing the huge gray stone spear falling from the sky, and couldn't help but exclaim, her pale face full of worry.

Anne's sudden break free of her palm caught Sophia off guard, and she wanted to catch up immediately and get Anne back, but Crane stopped her and signaled that she shouldn't worry too much.

"Don't worry, Miss Sophia, Lord Anne will be fine."

Hearing the words of surprise, Sophia couldn't help but turn her head to look at Crane, and she saw something extra on the old butler's face, as if their respect for Anne did not come from status, but.... On the other hand.

Sophia's ability to advance to the rank of Spellcaster proves that she has good talent and qualifications, and that she is a good enough scholar.

Seeing the expression on Crane's face, as well as the surrounding Trevari legionnaires and Shadowstream soldiers begin to gather their formation, she immediately realized that Annie... Maybe it's not as simple and cute as you think.

......

Shadows and mist surged, and the huge gray stone spear seemed to pierce the void, pressing down, and the black and white prison, unable to withstand the pressure of the legend, trembled slightly, making a subtle sound.

Anne ignored the terrifying pressure on her body, tilted her head slightly, and a crimson flame ignited in her dark pupils, gradually spreading to the red dress and the realm of shadows.

Burst! Burst! Burst! Burst! Burst! Burst! Burst! Burst! Burst!

In the black and white world, delicate and bright red fireworks suddenly appeared, like lanterns hanging in the air, the scorching breath distorted the air, and the dazzling light dispelled the darkness.

Abrupt changes.

The black and white shadows are mixed with a touch of crimson and rendered, slowly eroding the area.

Boom!

The gray stone spear pierced the black and white cage, and endless ripples splashed from the surface of the cage, but then disappeared under the engulfment of flames.

The gale was raging, blowing Anne's red hair and long red dress, and the stone spear that fell with terror was clearly reflected in the flaming eyes.

"Chick, fireball!"

Anne whispered softly, a smile on her lovely face, and a blazing red fireball quietly ignited above her palm, distorting the space with a blazing heat.

[Shattered Fire]!

The flames fluttered, and Anne looked down at the flickering fireball, pointing at the approaching gray stone spear.

In a flash!

The fiery fireball came out of his hand, rising in the wind, like a fire spirit, dragging it with brilliant brilliance.

At the same time, all the suspended flames burst into flames, connecting into pieces, turning into a world of blazing red flames.

At the edge of the black cage, the dancing fireball was small compared to the huge gray stone spear, but it still floated unswervingly to the tip of the spear.

Thundered!

In the realm of shadows, everyone's eyes fell on the prison cell, and they saw the gray stone spear collide with the red fireball, and the fireball exploded directly, and the little sparks rolled upside down, which could not stop the attack of the stone spear at all.

"It's over!"

As the carriage approached, Sophia looked at Anne with a desperate expression, her petite body was especially pitiful in the wave of flames, and she should not have listened to Crane.

"It's over."

In the cloudy sky, [Pamela] breathed a sigh of relief, and saw Anne facing the stone blind giant Pearson alone, and thought it was some powerful guy, but she didn't expect it to be just a poor little girl.

"The ....... of the pure and unbeaten-hearted soul you desire"

[Pamela] looked at the Arcane Fallen Hawthorn across from him and spoke softly, but before he could finish his words, something incredible happened.

The crimson fireball exploded, and the splashed sparks attached to the surface of the gray stone spear, which in turn drew the delicate and bright red fireworks that were extremely active around Anne.

Whoa!

The waves were agitated, and the endless flames rendered, completely igniting the black and white cages, forming a sea of flames that burned violently.

"Flames are my favorite toy!"

[Incineration]!

The raging flames set off a monstrous wave, with Anne as the center, and all the flames followed the trajectory of Mars, enveloping the huge gray stone spear.

In an instant, the gray stone spear melted directly into the waves of flames, and the remaining scum was like an accelerant, adding a bit of flame power, and inverted towards the stone blind giant Pearson.

"Be careful!"

Hawthorn reminded, his malicious one-eyed gaze looking down on Anne's petite figure, flashing with a strange glint and a terrifying cruelty.

The Arcane Fallen can be named a legend by Arcane, which shows that his abilities are related to Arcane.

As it turned out, Hawthorn was a great arcanist before he sank into the abyss, but due to the limitations of his lifespan and the secrets of some dark arcane, he threw himself into the abyss and became a rickety and jealous monster.

The magical insight and rich knowledge of spells of its predecessor were not only not lost, but on the contrary, they were greatly improved during this time of the bottomless abyss. Because he can extract knowledge and even magical talents from other creatures.

Without Hawthorne's warning, Pearson had sensed the danger of death, and as a powerful stone blind barbarian lord, although he had lost his sight, his other keen senses were violently pouring out the danger.

The flames were surging, and the scorching heat faintly burned through the plane of the Shadow Realm.

Before the danger came, Pearson roared angrily, and a pale, rich light rose into the sky, forging a strong and heavy white shield in front of him.

Rumble!

Waves of fireworks struck the shield, starting from the edge and slowly melting in extreme heat, and countless sparks fluttered in the sky like flame spirits, igniting clouds of shadow and engulfing Pearson's tall body.

A fiery wave of air blew across her face, and [Pamela] looked at the sea of flames that was slowly encroaching on the Shadow Realm, her expression extremely solemn.

She admits that she has lost her eyes, and the little girl below is not an ordinary person, a true top talent, a 'monster' with unfathomable fire magic.

"Let's shoot together, we made a mistake, Sophia is much more important in Modrian's heart than she thought."

"Missteps?" Hawthorne's one-eyed gaze [Pamela] seemed to see through the sinful body of a human being, and saw the body in the flesh and blood, and his tone was extremely violent: "You have to make me pay for your mistakes?" This is seriously inconsistent with the previous employment regulations, and I have the right to withdraw from this assignment. ”

"Hawthorn! Are you sure you want to do this? Don't forget the great beings behind us. [Pamela] said coldly, a few wisps of black mist spilling out of the corners of her dark eyes, but she forced her anger to endure when she saw the waves of flames spreading below.

"Say it, what do you want!"

"Hahahaha!" Hawthorn let out a strange laugh and stuck out his slender red tongue and licked his corrupt face.

"I have to add money, I think the god gold can be increased by half." He looked at Anne in the wave of flames, hungry and thirsty.

"This is at least the strength of a high-level legend, and my price is not excessive."

"Deal." [Pamela] immediately agreed, took out a piece of white leather paper from his bosom, and with a light movement of his mind, wrote down the crimson pact, and threw it to Hawthorn.

"Then let's shoot together, Pearson can't hold it anymore." Hawthorn took it when he saw it, silently put away the contract, and his eyes turned to see the stone blind giant struggling in the sea of flames.

"Wander around in various spaces and have nothing to do, manifest yourself as a servant, and do your best to give the enemy endless darkness, and I will end the countless painful exile karma with my soul."

[Cry of Darkness: Wraiths]!

Buzzing! Buzzing! Buzzing! Buzzing!

In an instant, the yin wind in the shadow realm roared, and endless black shadows penetrated the spatial plane, appearing behind Hawthorn, unconsciously swimming in turmoil, like a viscous black liquid blending together.

Then, following Hawthorn's will, he whispered silently, and rushed forward to the scorching waves of flames.

Whew! Whew!

The dense flow of souls and undead poured down like a black flood that opened the floodgates, turning into bits of ash under the inverted flames, but it also successfully stopped the spread of the flames.