"How is that possible!"

"Nothing is impossible." Sophie withdrew the raised Death Butterfly, reached out and picked up Ares's head, carried it close to her face, and said lightly: "Using Death Boil on evil spirits, do you have mercury in your brain?" ”

"Nope! I'm not reconciled! Ares' head roared loudly, his voice full of desolation.

Sophie didn't deliberately lower her voice, and all the undead who heard this conversation were silent.

Death Coil, for creatures, is a lethal move, which can strangle a weak opponent in an instant, and even if the opponent is strong, it can also be restrained with Death Coil. However, the same death entanglement, acting on the undead, is tantamount to the Light Sacrifice releasing a healing spell on the Light Knight, which is simply used to heal wounds.

Facts speak louder than words, Sophie was not only not restrained under the entanglement of death, but instead stopped the bloody wound in her abdomen, such a vivid appearance, even if the undead present were unwilling to be defeated by Ares, none of them could refute Sophie's identity. Evil spirits are the outliers of the undead, but they are indeed part of the undead.

Throwing Ares's head into the air with one hand, the Burial Butterfly stabbed straight away, Ares's head was pierced in the air, and the soul fire in his eyes suddenly began to become messy and dim with the Burial Butterfly's piercing.

The soul fire finally flashed, unwillingly extinguished, and fell to the corpse on the ground, the once glittering dark armor became mottled and tattered, the blood-colored long knife became rusty, and the invincible death knight was buried again by the dust of history.

The death entanglement stopped the blood in Sophie's abdomen almost instantly, and the moment Ares's soul fire was extinguished, a majestic breath of life frantically poured into Sophie's body. The blood in his body boiled happily like never before, and he was even a little ready to move.

The death knight's huge breath of death is also a kind of breath of life, different from the breath of creatures, the breath of death, as if it is more affinity and harmony with Sophie, it is a feeling as if a child has returned to his mother's arms, and the demonic power in Sophie's body seems to be the source of the breath of death.

The powerful aura poured into Sophie's body without hindrance, but Sophie had an illusion, as if she had only left a small part, and it could be seen from the wounds on her body that the exposed skin had become crystal white, and inside her body, there seemed to be a spatial vortex, which pulled out most of the death aura.

Before Sophie could wonder, a loud dragon groan came from the direction of the dock, and a huge black shadow almost jumped directly from the bottom of the river to the broken pier, and its wings stretched out, more than thirty meters. Looking at the huge flesh wings, the long and slightly curved dragon kiss, and the two huge and colorful dragon horns, Sophie couldn't help but smile, too, with this foodie, there is no need to think about the whereabouts of the breath of death.

Ali's growth speed is a little scary, and Benny and Hip Hop, who were picked up by Ali's paws, are like two toys, dangling in Ali's front paws, without any resistance.

Ali's roar was filled with joy, and from this moment on, the dark dragon was no longer a lizard, finally possessed the ability to soar, and could finally dominate the sky. Maybe it was Ali's stimulation, maybe it was Sophie's strength, and I don't know why, Sophie suddenly felt the funeral butterfly in her hand, and began to move in Ali's loud dragon moan.

Artifacts that only gods can master. Sophie is not a god, but Sophie, who has improved her strength, seems to have been recognized by the funeral butterfly, and she has begun to take the initiative to become active.

It was a feeling of calling from the depths of the soul, as if it were a whisper in the ear, as if it were the flowing water of a mountain in the distance, as if everything had never happened to death.

Sophie suddenly had a sense of enlightenment, stretched out her hand to wipe it on the funeral butterfly, the sharp blade easily cut through her white skin, bright red blood flowed along the blade, Sophie seemed to have no pain at all, her hand grasped the blade of the funeral butterfly, and wiped it from the handle of the knife to the tip of the knife with her palm.

The sharp, tearing enchantment effect, under the resistance of the burial butterfly, was erased by Sophie with blood, and when Sophie's palm was taken away from the blade, the straight knife as black as ink was horizontal in front of Sophie, with only a touch of blade, faintly exuding a touch of blood.

Without the enchantment, the Burial Butterfly was still sharp, but it could no longer hide the palpitating aura, the knife was there, and the surrounding light would become distorted whenever it was a foot close to the blade, like struggle, like despair. The Burial Butterfly is like a magic weapon that can devour the light, happily jumping in Sophie's palm, at this moment, the Burial Butterfly is the real Burial Butterfly, the name of the Burial Butterfly, no enchantment is allowed to defile!

Looking at the dancing black butterflies around the blade, Sophie had a realization in her heart: it is the opponent who is buried, and it is the soul of the opponent who dances!

"Good knives!" Alucardor ignored Ares' death and stared at the Burial Butterfly with his eyes.

Vantikna's eyes were a little frightened, she expected that the evil spirit was not simple, but she never expected Sophie to be able to result in a death knight, you know, the death knight's soul is immortal, the body is immortal, she really can't think of how Sophie did it. In this case, even if the lich has a life box, but the soul is destroyed, what is the difference between death and death? Evil spirits, are they the nemesis of the undead? Could it be that the Goddess of Darkness has sent them to punish these rebels?

"Demonic power." Vanticna's voice was neither loud nor small, just enough for all the members of the Presbyterian Church to hear clearly.

"Sophie, what is your relationship with Muen!" Andrew's tone became stern.

Meow a mi, you old immortal, what do I have to do with the goddess of darkness? Is there anyone who knows better than you, of course?

However, Sophie can't reveal herself, after all, although the Lich Finger Fall was killed by Hip Hop and Eric, Sophie is also one of the participants.

"Why do you ask?" Sophie tilted her head and inserted the funeral butterfly behind her with her backhand, looking cute.

However, if anyone thinks Sophie is cute at this moment, it is really seeing the undead, oh no, most of the people present are undead, it should be said that they have met the goddess of light.

"We want to know where you stand." A member of the Presbyterian Church said in a hoarse voice: "Evil spirits are undead spirits with faith, and the power of evil spirits comes from faith, what is your faith?" ”

"For freedom!" Sophie picked up the shield and pointed to the middle finger pattern on it with her hand.

Although they did not understand the true meaning of the pattern, the members of the Presbyterian Church had a surprisingly unanimous feeling of being despised in a way that had not been felt in thousands of years.