In an abandoned room, Angela looked out through the gap in the window, shook her head with a smile, turned around and walked to the closet, opened the closet, revealed the passage inside, walked in, and closed the closet.

After getting out of the passage, Angela came to a secret room.

Inside, there were many blood-stained torture instruments piled aside, as well as some prisons, which appeared to have once been a private prison.

Angela dismantled the wooden bars above the prisons and piled them in the middle to form a bonfire.

Using magic, I took a bunch of water and put it in a pot, threw the crystal heart into it, and boiled it.

After doing all this, Angela sat next to her, baking the fire, her fingers moving slightly, and runes appeared in front of her, constantly arranging and combining into various shapes.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom......

The melodious bell rang outside, and it was already inaudible when it came here, but Angela heard it.

Not...... A day passed.

Angela thought to herself, "Hopefully tomorrow will be a little more fun." ”

The magic array of the entire city has been dismantled, and the remaining magic array can no longer protect the city.

The delicate flowers in the city began to wither, and the clear sky was gone.

Heavy snow fell from the sky, and a cold wind howled.

The whole city was covered in silver overnight, and the fire was extinguished, but black smoke rose in a curling way, and the sight of ruins was full of desolation.

The sound of "clang" was particularly abrupt.

I saw that a signboard engraved with a wine glass finally couldn't hold it anymore, and it fell, was swept by the wind, and crashed into a pile of ruins.

A figure hurried by, one foot deep and one shallow, and then met a team of monks.

"Ahh

The man screamed and was caught by the monk, and then the sound stopped abruptly as one of the monk's fists fell high.

Then he was dragged and thrown onto a board car.

In the car, lying on the ground were a bunch of unconscious people who had suffered the same as him.

Bang dang!

There was another sound, this time a bald monk kicked the door open.

Holding aloft the flaming sword, he strode into the room, rolled his eyes and saw the thick dust on the ground, and turned to leave.

But suddenly he turned back and saw bloodthirsty eyes.

"Wizard!"

With a terrible roar, the monk's mangled body flew out the door and slammed into the snow.

The surrounding monks rushed towards this direction, and saw a group of zombies with flesh and bones rushing out with swords.

There was no time to communicate, and the two sides collided fiercely.

The torrent of flesh meets the reef made of flames, and then quickly shatters bones.

Zombies turned into torches under the flames of light, no match for this group of battle-experienced monks, just like emaciated robbers who met knights, only to be tortured and killed.

Box box box box ......

With the sound of heavy footsteps, a huge figure dressed in cold black armor squeezed through the group of zombies, wielding a huge iron rod.

Bang!

A monk held up the Doomsday Prophecy Bible alof, the rich white light condensed, and then touched the iron rod.

The brutal primordial power was unexpectedly great, and that white light was instantly defeated, turning into dots of light.

The monk screamed, his hands and bones shattered, bones broke out, and his entire arm was dripping with blood.

Then, large swaths of the pages shattered, like white butterflies fluttering, flying away into the distance with the bitter cold wind.

The iron rod squeezed through the torn Bible and fell heavily, its fanatical face shattered and covered in blood.

The strong, bald-headed monk flew upside down and landed on the ground, snow fluttering and blood spraying, leaving a trail of splattered blood on the white snow.

A monk jumped heroically, his sharp sword piercing his throat through the slit in his armor, cutting off his neck, and the raging flames scorched the flesh and skin, making a sizzling sound, and the smell of meat spread.

The sword was drawn, and the monk quickly retreated, but was hit in the chest by the pursuing iron rod, and his chest was dented, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out, splashing the body of the iron-clad monster.

This time, the monk did not fly out, but that did not mean that he was better than the previous one.

I saw that the iron rod was already deeply embedded in his chest, and his back was bulging high, and the broken spine broke out of the flesh.

The monster monk in iron armor lifted himself up and threw it out with a heavy blow, colliding with another monk who rushed up, knocking him to the ground.

And the monster in iron armor also tilted his head because he was not supported by his cervical vertebrae, and his helmet fell to the ground, revealing his face stitched together with broken pieces of flesh.

"Stitching monsters, it's stitching monsters."

"Evil wizard!"

"The fire of doomday burns all over the earth, my Lord, be with me."

The death of the three companions did not frighten them, nor did they grieve them.

They were as fanatical as ever, shouting doomsday prophecies, holding flaming swords and white glowing doomsday prophecy Bibles, and rushed over with great momentum.

Bang!

Iron rods whistling!

The Stitch Monster tilted his head and swung his iron rod in silence, and a zombie in his way was beaten in two by him, and then the monk who was fighting the zombie was also beaten in two.

The Stitch Monster strode forward, taking the initiative to meet the two monks who were rushing towards him.

The rod poked forward, striking a monk in the cheek, its sharp tip piercing his skull and peeking through the back of his head.

Another monk took the opportunity to rush forward and raise his sword to stab, only to find that the stitching monster was unexpectedly fast, and its huge body was unexpectedly flexible.

With a single turn, the sword in the monk's hand slid against his armor, sending a spark on the armor.

At the same time, the other end of the iron rod him when he poked in the chest, and there was no way to hide.

Fast, precise, deadly, incredibly good at timing, so experienced, and skilled in combat, this is definitely not something that an ordinary stitch monster can master.

The monk reacted quickly, and in time he held the prophecy Bible across his chest. The Bible flashes white.

With a click, the white light shattered, the broken pages flew out, and the monk's chest was suffocated, and he flew out upside down.

The stitching monster strode after the iron rod, and the moment the monk's body hit the ground, the iron rod fell with a black light.

The monk watched the gray sky quickly take over by a black light, and thought to himself: "He must have been a great warrior when he was alive. ”

Poof!

A snowflake blooms, and a patch of snow is dyed red.