Lancet rushed to the female apprentice and grabbed her arm, interrupting her continued spellcasting. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Calm down." He whispered. Moria's series of spells just now can no longer be called attacks, and they don't mean anything at all.

The witcher took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down as his brain began to work rapidly.

"That's the end of it?" The succubus Sera flapped her wings and hovered in the air, and the words in her mouth constantly tested the nerves of the two of them, especially the female apprentice.

Lancet completely ignored her words, and Moria, who grabbed her arm, could only stare at the succubus in the sky with murderous eyes.

The witcher's mind raced, recalling all the spirit portals and circles he had been to in the game.

Including the Fairy Fertile Field, the Fallen Shadow Underworld, and other planes, he encountered no more than ten teleportation arrays that required a key to open.

And these locked teleportation arrays, of course, are all personal property. In order to indicate to outsiders the owner of the circle, the owner will usually engrave his name or emblem into the runes of the circle.

That's right, runes!

Ranster was engrossed, and the female apprentice beside him had already broken free of his arm, and another fireball roared towards the sky.

"Do you know how badly they died?" The succubus was still hovering in the air, and her task now was to hold them down and wait for the Guide's presence in person.

"They didn't know until they died, and it was their precious daughter who burned them alive!" Serra let out a smug laugh, and she found that Moria's mind was slowly crumbling under her own stimulation.

Just as she was about to go any further, the obnoxious witcher dragged Moria, who was already a little out of control, in the direction of the teleportation circle.

The female apprentice struggled constantly, roaring with rage as if she had been controlled by the ghost.

"Kill her, I'm going to kill her!" She clenched her teeth, her chest heaving violently.

"Listen to me, activate the teleportation circle." Lancet pushed her to the edge of the stone pillar, "The key in the succubus' hand is fake. ”

The witcher's voice was not loud, but it reached Serra's ears in mid-air. It was true that this fragment had been taken down from the teleportation array pillar, but she couldn't say for sure whether it was the key to activate the circle.

"No, I'm going to kill her!" The unconscious female apprentice tried to rush forward, but was pulled back by Lancet's arm.

He grabbed Moria's shoulders with both hands and forced the other's face to his own, his dark eyes fixed on hers. Those black eyes seemed to have magical powers, and Moria's miraculously gradually regained her composure.

"Go ahead." The witcher patted her on the shoulder, and the female apprentice, though still reluctant, obediently attached her hand to the stone pillar.

The magic began to pour in slowly, and the runes on the stone pillar began to glow again.

Sierra was caught between a rock and a hard place. Ranster's confident performance made her not know what to do for a while. If they're just bluffing to fool themselves, she just needs to keep an eye on them; But if they did open the teleportation array...... Sierra couldn't imagine what would happen to her if she failed in her mission.

Looking at the succubus's struggling expression, Lenster knew he had made the right move.

The demon had no idea if the fragment in her hand was the key to the circle.

Of course, Lancet didn't know either. There was no identical or similar existence to this teleportation array in his recollection, so he couldn't tell whether the key in Serra's hand was real or fake.

The point is that he doesn't need to judge.

He only had to let Moria's mana continue to transmit mana to the circle, and then based on the succubi's next actions, he could clearly know whether what she said was true or false.

If Serra is completely unmoved, then the key is real, and they can only try to get their hands on it.

But if the key is fake, or she doesn't know if it's true or not, then he just waits here and waits, and the suspicious abyss demon will send it to the door by himself.

Mara had mercy, and the lucky witcher had made the right bet.

Seeing the tangled expression on Serra's face, he decided to help her again.

"Moria, hurry up, the teleportation array will open soon." Lancet turns his head in the direction of the female apprentice, "inadvertently" exposing too many of his flaws.

Seeing this scene, the succubus finally couldn't bear it anymore and flapped its wings and flew silently over this side. Suspicious by nature, she eventually fell into the trap of a seasoned witcher.

In the direction of Lancet's face, he couldn't see the succubus rushing towards him, but Moria, who was opposite him, could see it clearly.

"Be careful!" The female apprentice didn't have time to say more, and wanted to rush forward to block Ranster, who had his back to the succubus.

Then she saw that the witcher had pressed the palm of her hand that she wanted to lift from the stone pillar, and her other hand had touched the hilt of the sword behind her back.

Ranster spun around quickly, the magic sword in both hands swept through the green light of death in front of him.

The sword collided with the succubus's claws, blood splattering.

With a sword in both hands, Lancet managed to cut off one of Serra's arms and half of his wings while abandoning his defenses, at the cost of his left shoulder and even part of his neck being torn to pieces by the claws of the opponent.

At this time, the witcher did not feel the slightest pain, and his eyes were locked on the succubus who had fallen to the ground in embarrassment.

Releasing his left hand gripping the hilt of the sword, a wave of arcane energy erupted from Ranster's open palm.

A dazzling lightning hook was ready to hit Serra's back, and the succubus, who was twitching all over, was instantly pulled in front of the witcher.

"Don't kill her!" Behind him, Moria's voice was heard.

Lancet's long sword, which had already been raised high, froze instantly, giving Sierra one last chance to fight back.

The succubus's reddish eyes were fixed on the female apprentice behind Lancet, and Moria only felt a moment of dizziness, and her body was out of her control.

The energy of the fire elemental quickly accumulated in her hands, and Moria wanted to remind Lanster in front of her, but she couldn't open her mouth at all.

Before Serra could make any further moves, the witcher's sword quickly slashed across her eyes. A large amount of demonic blood spurted out, mixed with the blood that flowed from the wounds on Ranster's neck and shoulder, almost making him half a bloody man.

At this time, Lancet finally couldn't support it anymore, and slowly knelt down with his sword on the ground.

Without the control of the succubus, the flames in Moria's hands disappeared in an instant. She rushed over and took the nearly collapsed Ranster in her arms, one hand trying to cover his still bleeding neck.

Lancet grabbed her outstretched wrist and shoved the hilt of his sword into the female apprentice's hand.

"If you still want her alive, cut off her legs." The witcher pointed to the succubus rolling on the ground with her eyes covered and wailing, "Also, tell her not to be so noisy." ”

……

The female apprentice didn't really listen to Randster and went to cut off Serra's leg. She just used a spell to imprison the scarred succubus, and by the way, cast a silence spell on her.

The situation in front of him did not allow Lancet to wait for his wound to heal, and once the wound stopped bleeding, he struggled over to the imprisoned succubus and motioned for Moria to unravel her silence.

The female apprentice snapped her fingers and untied the spell on Serra's body with a simple gesture.

"If you don't want to die, be obedient." The witcher said straight to the point. The most direct way to deal with these abyssal demons is the most effective.

"Moria, you think that's the end of it?" Sierra ignored Leinster, her eyes were as terrifying as bloody holes, and a strange smile appeared on her face, "Wherever you go, we'll find you...... This is your destiny. ”

The long sword in the witcher's hand swung violently from top to bottom, and the succubus's other intact wing was directly cut off by him.

Sierra let out a terrible scream, and at Lancet's signal, Moriah silenced her again.

After a few moments, Moriath once again disengaged the silence.

"There's no next time." Lancet said lightly.

The imprisoned succubus trembled slightly, but did not respond.

Lancet then nodded to the female apprentice, signaling that she could start asking questions.

"What do you know about that blood?"

"It's the blood of the lord, and it has endless magical power." Serra's voice was weak, and the injuries she had suffered were not light.

"We didn't expect it to be so powerful, and it wasn't in our plan to make you an orphan."

Indeed, the orphaned Moria, who was later taken to the Obelisk, was certainly not the result that these demons wanted to see.

"Why me?" The female apprentice clenched her fists, if she hadn't met that person and hadn't accepted that drop of blood, her parents would not have died.

"Heh, you don't think you're the only one, do you?" The succubus sneered softly, "You're not that special, Mauria Heather. ”

The female apprentice bit her pale lip hard, holding back the tears in her eyes to prevent it from dripping.

"Whose blood is that?" Lanster asked the most crucial question.

"Tell you I'm going to die worse than I am." Serra decisively refused to answer.

"You don't have to answer, just listen to me." The witcher knew all about these guys' temperament, and there was absolutely no way for the other party to refuse his suggestion.

Sure enough, Serra didn't speak, acquiescing to Lancet's proposal.

"Grazt, Demogogen, Pazuzu, Azlils......" The witcher began to pronounce the names of the demon lords he knew, one by one. He didn't read very quickly, his eyes fixed on Serra's expression.

Until now, he didn't have the slightest trust in this succubus.