With the retraction of the hand, a large ugly lizard head was removed by Angela.

The head was a bit like a lizard's head, covered with wriggling, worm-like tentacles.

As a little bit of blue dust-like magic stuck to his body, little by little the runes began to appear and take shape, and they were wrapped in a magic array.

The tentacles that twisted wildly to attack slumped and flicked as Angie moved.

It seems that this evil god fell into a deep sleep because he was cut off or only had a head left, and was later swallowed by a shark or something, but this guy who ate indiscriminately fell into bad luck and was directly parasitized by the sleeping evil god, not only constantly extracting his nutrition and life, but also controlling his thinking, so that this guy who ate indiscriminately became the carrier of this evil god.

A thought fluctuation tried to invade Angela, and she quietly closed her eyes, relaxed her spirit, and let the thought fluctuation invade.

“…… Surrender to me......"

“…… Eternal ......"

“…… Power ......"

All kinds of noisy voices sounded in Angela's mind, Angela opened her eyes suddenly, and those voices were all blocked out of her brain, and she sneered.

Sure enough, the sleeping evil god is also very effective against greedy pirates and cowardly peasants, but when it comes to dealing with knights who have been trained and tempered by formal training, it is not powerful enough to be caught, not to mention Angela, there is nothing to be afraid of.

A month later, most of the pirates who were still alive had died from the experiment, and Angela said goodbye to Grossi and Roxanne, straddled a broomstick and left with a crystal crocodile head.

On her left index finger, a silvery-white ring sparkled.

This is one of her achievements this month, and it symbolizes the progress of her research into the magic of water.

Angela rode her broomstick over the mountains, and a month later, she left the Duchy of Roses, stopped outside a manor in the Geffen Kingdom one bright afternoon, and threw the broom to the ground in anger, vowing never to use it again.

This magic broom for riding has many advantages, such as ease of handling, extreme speed, and agility, but none of these can hide its fatal flaw, which is the comfort of the pit daddy.

It's just a stick, it's too unpleasant, and it's worse than riding a horse without a saddle.

No matter how you change your posture, no matter how strong your body is, whether you are a man or a woman, you will not feel comfortable with this thing, and no one can stand it after a long time.

Angela limped down the overgrown gravel road toward the manor ahead, thinking she needed a few days off.

The gate of the manor was locked, and there was silence inside.

There was a thick layer of dust on the door, and it looked like no one had touched it for a long time.

Reciting the incantation, a breeze blew, causing the weeds in front of Angela and on both sides to bend down.

As Angela approached, and with the passage of time, the wind became more and more intense, carrying the dust in the sky and flying into the distance.

A faint white mist flew between Angela's fingers and reached the door, cleaning it.

Angela gently pushed the door, there was a click inside, and then the door didn't move.

It appears that the door has been bolted from the inside.

Angela now regrets throwing away the broom.

She reached out and reached behind her, her lips moving slightly, and she was about to chant a spell to summon the broom.

However, the pain in her legs made her shiver and she stopped moving.

Angela, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, is afraid this time, and now, she would rather force the door open with more effort than fly over on a broom again.

Angela pushed the door hard with both arms, and with a creak, due to disrepair, both sides of the door fell off and fell heavily, and a cloud of dust rose into the sky.

Angela walked into the manor, where the plants were lush and green, and she saw a white rabbit flashing through the grass.

The buildings on both sides are covered with vines, and white flowers bloom under the trees.

Not far away, the huge "crunch" of the tall windmill turned leisurely, and a flock of birds suddenly rose to the sky, hovering in the sky, screaming in panic.

There was a loud bang, and then there was the sound of huge footsteps, and a large thing was slowly approaching this way.

Angela listened attentively, raised her hand and threw the crystal crocodile head forward, her lips moved slightly, silently chanting the incantation, quietly waiting for the other party's arrival.

The sky roared, and a monster with the head of a griffin swooped down towards Angela's side, and it was a griffin.

Angela's eyes lit up when she heard the voice.

The griffon was so fast that it reached Angela's top of her in an instant, his shadow obscuring the sun and placing Angela in the shadows.

The fierce wind blew in her face, making Angela's trench coat tumble and fly, and she couldn't help but squint her eyes.

The griffon's front paws were sharp talons with a metallic sheen that slashed at Angela's face.

Angela leaned slightly to avoid the claw, and pressed the palm of her left hand lightly against the griffin's chest.

The ring on his finger flashed slightly, and in an instant, the griffin was soaked with water.

Its claws gripped at the weedy gravel pavement, and immediately a cloud of gravel and dirt flew up, leaving huge paw prints on the ground, and then its hind feet hit the ground and kicked hard, soaring into the air, ready for the next round of attacks.

However, the griffon was destined for no next attack, and with a wail in mid-air, he fell to the ground, shattering a piece of tiles and falling into a wooden house.

Angela didn't care about him, the griffin was now dehydrated and weak, and he wouldn't lose his life anytime soon.

Not far ahead, a rapid roar was heard, and then a boulder rose into the air and smashed towards Angela.

Angela could clearly see that the boulder had been thrown by a thick arm.

The skin of that arm is snow-white, and the bones are distinct, which is clearly the appearance of a human arm after enlargement.

It was a huge piece of white marble, originally a full-scale humanoid statue of a hero, but now only half of it was left, and it was still spinning and smashing towards Angela.

Looking at the clear texture on the hero statue, I'm afraid it's worth a lot of money, and if the owner here sees it, he will definitely want to kill people with heartache.

Angela didn't dodge, and the marble went over her head.

It slammed into Angela's back seven or eight yards, and a puff of white smoke rose up, and the gravel bullets shot in all directions, hitting the ground wall in the trees and grass with a crackling sound.

The accuracy is too poor, it seems that the opponent has the greatest strength, but the control of the power is still lacking.

Bang! Bang!

A huge, 12-foot-tall giant stepped out of the corner.

Giants, and murderous cyclops.

Looking at the horizontal eyes on the bridge of the giant's nose, Angela's heart blossomed, and she didn't expect someone to give her a pillow when she fell asleep, and at this time Angela began to think about how to use this huge experimental object.