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"Aunt Qing, this is it."

"All the casters of the night spell are arrested, and if there is resistance, the law will be rectified on the spot."

Dressed in white armor, he held a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right, connected by a metal chain, and the cyan cloak behind him was embroidered with the insignia of a pagan inquisitor, and it was of the highest rank. Next to her was an apprentice who had devoted his heart and soul to teaching—a young talent in his teens, with equipment similar to that of Zhuqing.

At this moment, their backs were attached to the door of an inconspicuous house in the outskirts of the eighth district of the Sun Clan. It was already very close to the dusk area, and although the low-hanging sun did not give off a dull yellow glow, it was still visible, and the shadow of the bamboo green was stretched very long.

This heretic spellcaster's clue has been followed for half a month, and she has finally found the lair of these guys.

Boom! They kicked the door to pieces.

"The inquisitor is all lying down! Death to the trespasser! Her apprentice shouted. And in front of them was a living room and five or six civilian-looking people.

In a panic, they were pressed to the ground and fell down with their heads in their hands, shivering. No one doubts the seriousness of the phrase "death to those who trespass", especially from the mouth of a judge who has the right to correct the law on the spot.

Except for one man, he suddenly jumped up and ran away while Zhu Qing and the two of them were subduing the other civilians!

Then he was beheaded by Zhuqing at the door leading to the inner room.

The man's head is in a different place.

The apprentice kicked away the corpse and flipped through the placket of the other party's clothes, "Aunt Qing, it's really here!" With that, he shook the small badge in his hand—it was emblazoned with the emblem of the infidel spellcasters.

Very good! Zhuqing has a hunch that this trip must be worthwhile.

They bound the civilians and rushed into the back room, where they came across seven men in black robes opening a secret door in front of a stone statue of an evil god, as if they were trying to escape.

"Stop! Cast ...... now"

Before the apprentice could finish speaking, he only heard a thud, and Zhu Qing's long sword plunged into the center of the infidel's heart. The chains in her hands flickered, and the long sword flew sideways with a flick, and the heads of the two people next to her were removed, and blood sprayed all over the stone statue.

"Kill them both!" The other party shouted and began to fight back, and raised his staff aloft to brew pitch-black deadly magical energy.

Screams.

A black-robed mage's hands were cut off, and the black mist that had just condensed vanished as his palms landed.

"Run! It's the inquisitor! Seeing that the situation was not good, the morale of the other party instantly collapsed and fled, and even the children on the side of the road knew the prestige of the heretic inquisitor, an elite Sun soldier who specialized in killing spellcasters.

A scuffle is inevitable.

The mage, who was obsessed with opening the secret door, was smashed by the shield that flew out, and covered his bloody mouth and fell to his knees and sobbed; The mage, who climbed up and tried to escape from the window, was dragged down by the neck with chains, and landed on the chair that was kicked and impaled; The mage, who was hiding behind his companion, was pierced by a long sword, and the front and back were transparent; The only mage who was dying and struggling to throw a black mist at Zhuqing had a demon-sealing nail inserted into his forehead, and the whole person was like a hanging intestine on the wall.

Several of them did not lose their breath immediately, so Zhu Qing mended the knife one by one. The current situation is to ensure the secrecy of the operation, and only she and her apprentice are on duty, so it is impossible to arrest everyone back, and those who resist can only die on the spot.

Zhu Qing looked back and saw that her apprentice was kneeling on the ground clutching his chest in pain.

There is also a clock-black line on his forehead, and the hands are counting down gradually.

"You were so careless." Zhu Qing walked around behind the apprentice, put the long sword in front of him, closed his eyes and chanted. It was a prayer to eliminate the magic element, a skill unique to the Inquisitor. Soon, the apprentice's face returned to normal, and the dark lines on his forehead disappeared without a trace.

"Thank you, Aunt Qing, I'll be careful next time." The apprentice scratched his head and smiled. He was hit by the instant death spell just now, and he would die immediately as soon as the time limit was up, if it wasn't for Zhuqing to save him, I am afraid that he would not be able to get out of this building alive.

Zhu Qing kicked over the only living mouth, the mage who tried to open the secret door, and stomped on the other party's jaw, which had been shattered into slag, and said, "Open the door." ”

Does the other party have any other options?

Unable to tell which were his tears and which were his blood, the black-robed mage trembled and spun the stone statue's hand, clockwise and counterclockwise three times, and finally moved the book in the stone statue's hand. A booming sound came from underground, and the stone statue began to shift. Underneath its base is a staircase that leads to a dark basement.

Zhu Qing stabbed the mage to death and kicked it to the side like garbage: "Night Clan dregs......" she muttered, her tone full of disdain.

The apprentice followed Zhu Qing and tiptoed down the stairs and asked in a low voice, "Why does Aunt Qing hate the Night Clan mage so much?" I hate it too, but it's a lot different. ”

Silent.

The near-silent footsteps of the two echoed between the surrounding stone walls of the shady basement, and the occasional drop of water could be heard in the distance. The darkness soon changed, and they found the torches scattered along the corridors.

She took off a torch and lit it, illuminating the surroundings. It seemed to be just a normal dwelling cellar, stocked with some moonshine, grain, and rusty farming implements, and there was nothing suspicious about it except that it was wider than usual. She touched the stone wall at the end of the cellar and wondered: Could it be that it was empty again?

"Aunt Qing?"

"Hmm. If you have to know, it's not a big secret. Zhu Qing replied as he tapped on the stone wall, "My two cousins were turned into zombies by the Night Clan mages after they died, and then I had to destroy them with my own hands. ”

The sad story is told lightly, as if it were a reference to someone else's past.

"Huh? It's empty! Zhu Qing noticed that the sound of the knocking on the stone wall was different, so he took a few steps back and kicked his feet. The stone wall that went down the foot suddenly exploded, and countless bricks continued to fly forward according to inertia, opening the heads of several people on the opposite side of the wall.

On the opposite side of the stone wall of the cellar was a huge dark room, which was crowded with more than twenty black-robed mages. Wearing hoods, they were sitting neatly around a ground with archetypal spell ritual motifs painted on it, with countless candles and animal skulls on the ground. It seemed like they were performing some kind of mysterious ritual a second ago.

They were flustered for a while, and looked at Zhu Qing and the two in dismay.

The apprentice kept waving his hand in front of his nose: "What kind of smell is this?" ”

"The rancid stench of zombies." Zhu Qing replied, and threw the long sword in his hand out, and in an instant, he took away the heads of the two people. It wasn't until she withdrew the long sword with a chain that the other party came back to her senses and shouted, "It's the inquisitor!" There are only two people, don't be afraid! Kill them! ”

More than twenty mages cast spells together, and Zhu Qing and the two also jumped into the crowd.

She took the long sword out of her hand for half a meter, and pulled the chain around and spun it horizontally, so that the six or seven mages around her were cut in two. At the same time, she slammed the tip of her hair on the bridge of her nose, struck her with the hilt of her sword in the abdomen, and slammed the edge of her shield into her throat to send them tumbling to the ground. A rancid black mist flew towards her, but it was gently swept off by the sword, scorching the mage next to her.

"Aunt Qing, you are so handsome!"

The apprentice couldn't help but turn around and praise loudly during the battle, this brain-dead act was tantamount to looking for death. But he really couldn't help it, and the reason why he volunteered to join the heretic inquisitor in the first place was entirely because of his personality cult of Zhuqing. The woman in front of her exudes all the beauty that a strong person should have. However, the consequence of being distracted in battle is naturally being hit by spells again.

Zhu Qing wanted to remove the black mist wrapped around his apprentice as soon as possible, but he was surrounded by enemies. And importantly, she found the lead mage, who was dressed in the same costume, but it was clear that the other mages were trying to use their bodies as meat shields to cover the leader. To make matters worse, the boss had bought enough time to successfully complete a spellcast.

The consequences were obvious: the walls around the room exploded, and high-ranking necromantic knights emerged.

Ten, eleven...... There are thirteen high-level necromancers in total, and they're all melee types, which isn't good.

The situation took a turn for the worse, and when Zhu Qing was anxious, her apprentice sent a voice calling for help—the young man was already entangled in rotten spells, and his skin was now open.

"I can't get by! Pierce the heart with a magic spike! ”

"Aunt Qing, are you serious?"

The apprentice couldn't believe that he had to do the worst to save himself! But then again, if you continue like this, you will definitely be corroded by the black mist, so it's better to give it a go. Gritting his teeth fiercely, the apprentice took out a special ultra-fine demon sealing nail, which was much thinner than the usual ones, comparable to hair. "Who's afraid of whom!" He roared and thrust the ultra-slender nail into his heart. After a few coughs, blood hung from the corners of his mouth, but at the same time, the entangled black fog on his body also disappeared.

He got down on one knee with a grunt. His life was saved, but he was injured a lot because of self-harm.

The skeleton knights creaked towards Zhuqing, raising their giant swords above their heads.

She jumped backwards to avoid a few slashes, but was surrounded. Avoid this time, but not next time. When several greatswords slashed down at the same time behind her, she had to raise her chains to parry. Those necromantic powers were completely out of control, and although Zhu Qing was already strong, he was still under the weight of the three skeleton knights and fell to his knees on one knee.

I saw her roll backwards, kicking and shattering the two skulls, and unconsciously wrapping the chains around the necks of the five skeleton knights.

Pull the chain firmly.

They're all in different places.

As the bamboo green landed lightly, the cloak was also raised high. By the dim light of the torches on the walls, the mages were shocked to see the coat of arms embroidered on their cloaks: "It's Zhuqing!" It's bamboo green! ”

Their morale collapsed instantly, and they fled in all directions, crying and screaming.

Then things are much simpler. Zhu Qing and his apprentice began to harvest the enemies who had been frightened by fear and would even fail to cast spells on their own, the sword light and sword shadow blood splashed, crushing the pale skulls, and the backs of the two under the swaying of the fire were like carnival death.

I don't know how long it was, but there was silence in the dark room.

Only the sound of Zhuqing's calm breathing remained.

The apprentice's respite.

and what appeared to be the leader of the mages sobbing.

"Rao...... Spare your life! Lord Takeqing! The other party sat on the ground and kept retreating in vain, even though there was already a stone wall behind him, "Let me go, let me do anything!" ”

The apprentice laughed: "Aunt Qing, look, he's scared to pee." ”

Zhu Qing didn't respond, but just stepped on the stone wall next to the mage's ear, and the burst of rubble made the latter break his face. I saw her straddle her legs on the side of the mage's head like a ruffian, put her elbows on her knees, leaned her face forward, stared at the other party's eyes from a short distance, and said nothing.

Silent.

Really, it's better to beat him up and ask what he wants, the Grim Reaper in front of him is silently staring at him, and the mage is so frightened that the six gods have no master. What can he trade for his life? Nothing but intelligence. But what exactly does Zhuqing want to know?

"Lord Zhuqing! I'm all recruited! We are an organization called "Moonlight Curtain", I am the leader of the team, and I have come to the eighth district to steal the corpses of the heroes in the suburbs, and deceive the corpses into high-level necromancers to bring back to the territory of the Night Clan! ”

Zhu Qing silently raised the long sword in his hand.

"Uh, isn't it? I'm a general at the behest of the Death Lord, and he promises me a promotion if I can bring in a few zombies at the rank of the leader of the Sunrise Godrise! ”

Zhu Qing silently aimed his long sword at him.

"Still not right?" The mage was in a hurry, God knows what she wanted to hear, "We have been lurking in the houses on the outskirts for three months, and I can provide a list of those who will assist us, the full list, including the names of the village chief and the captain of the guard!" ”

Zhu Qing silently inserted the tip of the sword into the skin of the other party's throat.

"Spare your life, spare your life! I've got them all! Ah, and! The mage cried, begging for mercy in a hoarse voice, "We lurked here with the help of the Twilight Cult, and I can provide them with a hiding place!" They're around here, too...... Vomit! ”

Zhu Qing stabbed the sword into the opponent's throat, and then twisted the hilt.

The other party choked.

The material of the inquisitor's sword is specially made, and no one can resurrect the corpse under the execution of this kind of sword, and give it eternal rest.

She drew her sword, shook off the blood, and retracted it into its sheath.

"Huh......" The apprentice sat on the ground tiredly and said with a smile, "It's finally over, it's a great achievement." Do you want to have a drink at night? ”

"It's too early to rejoice. Let's go. ”

The apprentice was stunned after hearing this: "Immediately? "His flesh and skin were severely corroded, his skin was painful, and he still had a hair-thick demon-sealing nail stuck in his heart, and he was exhausted. Not only that, but Zhu Qing's right shoulder was also colored when he used the chain to resist the Necro Knight's slash, "Don't you rest at all?" ”

Zhu Qing pulled out a piece of parchment from the mage's arms.

"If it's late, I'm afraid the other party will abscond." She spread out the paper, on which were drawn maps and the names of several people. That's where the Dusk cultists are hiding. "Damn heretics......"

Zhu Qing squeezed these three words out of his teeth and walked out of the dark room. Shouting and waiting, my Aunt Qing's apprentice followed. The location marked on the map was not far away, and she was ready to fight with her wounds.

And so it can be.