Poison vine stared directly at the fireball that Lilith blasted at her, and there was a hint of horror in her voice, as if she thought that she didn't have the ability to fight directly would be very uncomfortable if she was hit head-on by this extremely destructive three-ring spell.

And that's exactly what happened.

After all, Poison Crush is not a professional spellcaster, nor does he have a strong enough physique. If the alchemy technique she had mastered was stolen by a mysterious force one day, then she would just be an ordinary and ordinary woman.

Or at best, he can be regarded as an immature scheming who has a certain amount of power within the Demon Shepherd.

The loser responds with absolute obedience to the words of the poisonous vine.

As soon as the words of the poisonous vine to let the loser protect her fell, the alchemy monster immediately raised two large palms, one left and one right, to block the side of the shoulder where the poisonous vine was.

Its two huge palms were as wide as two stacked tower shields, and the whirring wind blew in the air in the forest basin, drawing a straight flight trajectory, and the next moment it protected the poisonous vines with both hands, it savagely slammed into its palms.

The deafening roar and the heat wave set off in the face were born one after the other like twin children.

Lilith's fireball spell was as violent as ever, and through the burst of flames that the magic fireball exploded on the loser's hands, Finn could vaguely see the alchemy monster riding by the Patriarch shuddering as she howled and shook its horse's hooves back.

The dense eyes on the loser's head blinked wildly, and the voice in his mouth tried to vent the pain of its hands being burned by the flames of magic in the form of a roar.

But even so, it still didn't remove the two giant palms that stood in front of the poisonous vines.

This stupid but loyal monster guards its owner with its own body. As if even the god of magic, Madjik, was impressed by its loyalty, Lilith's fireball on its giant palm soon stopped burning, leaving a blur of charred flesh and stinking smoke from its massive palm.

Lilith wanted to continue shooting fireballs at the monster's hand. But with the idea of thinking about the warlock girl's body, Finn saw and stopped Lilith's idea in time.

After a short period of time together, he knew that the girl had an advantage and a flaw in casting spells.

The advantage of the girl's spell casting is that there is no need to chant, the spell is instantaneous, and the power is strong.

And flaws. On the other hand, once she casts a high-intensity spell for a short period of time, she will fall into dizziness for a certain period of time after casting, and even pass out.

Maybe it's because Lilith is a warlock by profession rather than a traditional wizard?

The young man knew that the bloodlines inherited from the ancestors of some of Feldia's warlocks were not stable, and this unstable trait, if manifested in the ability to cast spells, was probably similar to Lilith's inability to cast spells with high intensity for a long time.

After forcibly blocking Lilith's fireball technique with the palm of his hand, the loser exhaled a long breath from the gap in his mouth, and then let go of his hands in front of the poisonous vine with a trembling hand.

The Patriarchess's face, which had been hiding behind the monster's palms for a second, was re-visible to Finn and Lilith, and the expression on her face was now very angry. Vicious enough to tear apart the young paladin and the black-haired warlock girl.

She and the clown are not very upright, and their inner world is extremely distorted, but her personality is much more impatient than the clown - to use a simple analogy, if you compare the two female patriarchs of the cult, Poison Man and Joker, then the Clown is probably a genius criminal as her name suggests, and she is a noble lady who is ahead of the entire era in the field of alchemy, and has a higher level of knowledge than a professional criminal. The temperament is more impetuous.

"You can throw in the towel, Miss Witch." Finn stood in front of Lilith. Maintaining a fighting posture with the iron sword in front of her, she calmly watched as the white-haired matriarch with a wonderful expression ordered the loser to crouch, jump from under the monster's shoulders and fall back to the bare dirt floor of the forest basin, and then issued an ultimatum demanding surrender.

"Shut up!" The poisonous vine fell from the loser's shoulder behind the bent back to the ground and stood firm, yelling at Finn with a tone of repellent and boredom, completely ignoring the unseemly lady's question.

She hates when people call her a witch. This would cause her to subconsciously recall a memory in her mind that she was so disgusted with.

A white-haired woman in a long black dress stood beside the crouched alchemy monster wheezing, staring at Finn and Lilith with a vicious gaze, telling herself in her heart that she hadn't lost yet.

Then, she reached into the empty pocket she was carrying, and took out another piece of parchment rolled into a scroll.

She did not have the ability to participate directly in combat. But she has magic scrolls.

I have to say that the way Poison Crush fights is really a loser. However, in order to protect her knowledge and technological assets, the Demon Shepherd Cult always provided her with a steady stream of scrolls and items, which made her correspondingly always have the capital to indirectly use money to kill enemies.

“Dh-Ahi-Cw’Rge。” The white-haired Patriarch clutched the new magic scroll in her hand and uttered a spell command that was more complicated than before.

Her words fell in an angry tone, and the parchment in her hand was like a giant magic scroll, igniting a temperatureless magical flame as she unsealed the spell seal, and then emitting a gray-black mist around the center of the poison vine's right palm.

The gray-black mist that spreads out in all directions, like the three-ring sorcery known as Death Entanglement, can make people feel that it is a symbol of death at first glance.

These deathly auras soon filled much of the space below the night sky in the forest basin.

Finn's eyebrows furrowed slightly, pursed his lips and held the iron sword enchanted by the Dark Flame Blessing, turned his eyes sideways to pay attention to Lilith who was protected behind him with his peripheral vision, and then swept his gaze around the small basin, and after about two or three seconds, he noticed that the corpses of the wolves who had died under Lilith's Fire Wall and Fireball spells had fallen to the charred dirt with a strange movement.

Immediately after, the gray-sideburned wolves whose souls were supposed to go to the plane of the Dead State reopened their eyes one after another.

As the eyes of dozens of wolves reopened, Fein and Lilith watched as the blackened fur crept up from the ground, and it took almost a blink of an eye to notice that the light in the wolves' eyes was different.

Originally, this group of gray-sideburned wolves had been suffering from crystallization for a long time, and their wild eyes would faintly glow with a scarlet faint light at night.

And now, the light in the eyes of the wolves was no longer a scarlet faint light, but something else that swayed slightly in the eye sockets with the night wind.

It's like the palpitating ghost fire in a horror story.

Those scarlet eyes ...... after the wolves reopened their eyes All turned into a dark green soul fire. (To be continued.) )