Compared to the Necromantic Curse Blade, the Black Moon and White Night are the most handy weapons for Nangong Zaoye, and the opening and closing of the giant scythe is obviously more compatible with her.

"Hey, why didn't I just use the black moon and white night in the first place?"

Looking at Krieve Rathroer, who was being suppressed by her attack in front of her, Nangong couldn't help but complain in her heart.

I saw that the scythe in her hand was constantly attacking in the air, attacking Liv at a tricky angle, and blocking the attack of the cross sword in Liv's hand.

"She's going to change it into such a short weapon herself, none of my business." Wielding the giant scythe in his hand, Nangong thought to himself in the morning and night.

"Just by changing a weapon, I didn't expect you to make such a big progress." Liv was continuously suppressed by Nangong's attacks in the morning and night, but she still did not give up her stubbornness, "Judging from various aspects, you are doing a good job." ”

"I don't think it's up to you to judge who did a good job." The corners of Nangong Zaoye's mouth hooked up a wicked smile.

"Oops!"

Looking at Nangong's smile in the morning and night, Liv seemed to realize something instantly.

“…… The poetry of darkness, intertwined, with white bones in front, phantoms like silk—"

That's right, because she continued to be suppressed by Nangong morning and night, she couldn't be distracted at all to interrupt Thor's spell chanting.

"—Hillard's Bone Cage!"

As the chant fell, a spike made of white bone suddenly flew out of the magic circle on Thor's fingertips, and then stabbed straight into Liv's chest.

"Ahem!"

Surprisingly, however, Liv didn't feel any pain after receiving the blow, just felt like she had been hit hard by something.

But what she didn't expect was that there was more to this bone spur.

When the bone spur submerged into Liv's body, only the tail of the spur could be heard with a pop, and then the next moment, countless white bones instantly extended from the tail of the bone spur, and directly around Liv's body, giving her a big tie.

"What is this!"

Liv, whose body was locked in every part of her body, lost her balance and fell to the ground before she could react, screaming as she struggled.

"If I were you, I wouldn't move." Thorr brushed the magic circle from his fingertips, "The more you struggle with something like the bone prison, the tighter it becomes...... I don't think you want to be chopped up by these bones. “

Liv, who had clearly felt the slowly locking of the bone prison, listened to Thor's words, and could only lie quietly on the ground, no longer moving.

"Okay, I'm losing, you can kill me." Liv closed her eyes and turned her face to the side, "My sisters don't seem to be coming, I hope they're okay." “

"Morning and night, what do you think we should do?" Thor ignored Liv and turned his gaze to Morning Night.

"If she is bent on death, then kill her, or you still want to let her go?" Morning Night held the Black Moon and White Night in his hand, and gestured the scythe to Liv's neck, "You don't want to let her go, do you?" “

"I really didn't think about it that way." Thorr shook his head, "I won't do this kind of stupid thing, this kind of thing will only appear in movies and literature, I don't expect this guardian in front of me to do this kind of thing to us who are seeking knowledge." “

"That's it." Nangong shrugged her shoulders early in the night, then walked over to Liv's side and aimed the scythe at her neck.

For Kreva Razroll, who was firmly locked by the bone prison, Nangong could only kill her directly by beheading her in the morning and night.

"Hey, you don't have any last words." Nangong glanced at the woman on the ground early and night, raised the sickle in his hand high, and then asked casually.

"Last words?" Liv opened her eyes and looked at the black scythe in front of her, and thought for a moment, "Yes, of course, but are you willing to help me pass on my last words to my sisters?" “

"No, goodbye." When Nangong heard the last sentence in the morning, she immediately frowned, and then waved her scythe at Liv without thinking.

……

"Yinji, are you okay?"

With a medical kit in his hand, Noelle walked through the line of fire to the stout man.

"It's okay, I can't die." Yinji covered the bleeding wound on his waist with the strip of cloth he tore off his body, and brought Noelle a healthy smile by the way.

On a battlefield filled with carnage and blood, Noelle, who was incapacitated, volunteered to take on the duties of a medical soldier, constantly delivering medical supplies to the wounded, and then medicating and bandaging them.

By the way, these things were all given to him by the edge of the long night.

After all, the healing of the Wanye Kingdom is all done with spells, and these things that are obviously Gear City at first glance can be mastered by no one except for the edge of the long night.

"Shhh Noelle pulled out a needle from the box.

"Don't." Yin Ji saw the things in Noelle's hand, sat up directly and shook his head, "I don't need these things, it's good if you can treat my wounds." “

"But...... I've got to ......," Noelle wanted to say as he looked at Silver's battle-hardened body.

"I really don't need to, don't forget who I am." Yinji picked up the big sword that had been set aside, and then stood up with a tree propped up, "I'm a military consul." “

"Ignore the pain!"

"Blood Armor!"

"The more you fight, the braver!"

"Rage of the Berserker!"

"The Arret Pit!"

Although something strange was mixed in in the end, when Noelle looked at the series of skills and the buffs of those skills that Yin Ji roared out around him, he also felt the strength of the man in front of him.

"Looks like you really don't need these weak things." Noelle smiled and put away the syringe.

"It's not something weak." Yinji shook his head and walked towards the melee area again with the giant sword.

"I don't need them because they're more important to other soldiers."

Looking at the silver season that was gradually disappearing, Noelle could only sigh.

"Okay." He glanced at the medical kit he was carrying, "He's a silver guy, not an ordinary soldier, maybe I should care about the grassroots." “

Then he picked up the white box in his hand and ran to the next place where he was waiting for help.