He twisted the joints of her sword-holding hand back, this scream was really refreshing, looking at her stubborn eyes, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more intense, "Come, tell me softly, tell your friend who is hiding in the dark, what is your name." ”

There was silence in his answer.

Zhanchekov sighed, and it was only at this moment that he missed the cold torture instruments in the damp basement of the castle. He clenched her other wrist, what a soft, smooth skin that even he deplored the brutal torture he was about to suffer.

Suddenly there was a tight wheezing sound in the night.

"Oh, my dear Miss Olves, the Lord said, it is immoral to stare at a friend suffering. Zhanchekov threw Helos aside with a smirk, and the two long black wings spread behind him like a gust of wind, and the king of the night showed his true speed at this moment.

A barrage of light lit up in the darkness, and magic could barely keep up with him, which was incredibly fast. Without hesitation, Olwei spewed out the magic in her staff, and the brilliant light of the fire instantly became the main color of the nighthall.

A heart-rending scream sounded, and what appeared in Olves's eyes was a charred flesh skull, and at the same time it was the sound of dripping blood, and Olwes only felt a tearing pain in her body, and it was obviously difficult to pull out the hand that pierced her abdomen, and even in a blur, it seemed that life was about to leave her.

He breathed with a wave of heat, all thanks to Olves.

"I confess that I underestimated you, Miss Olwesse, and though your mind and body could not keep up with my speed and strength, your perfect scheming made the most of my arrogance. He looked back at the five magic arrays on the ground that had failed, and couldn't help but sigh with a wave of victors.

"Weakness, confusion, sluggishness, separation, fullness. I can't help but admire your profound knowledge of magic, even the auxiliary six-mangled array against the high-level blood clan is very clear, and the remaining unfinished magic circle makes me believe that you are panicking to save your friend, who knows that I am diving headlong into this completed net. ”

He felt the warmth of his arm resting on Olves's body, and the moments alone brought him infinite joy and happiness. Her struggling arms became weaker and weaker, but she saw that the soft eyelashes on her eyes were slowly lowering, and her whole body fell into her arms unconsciously.

The thrill of conquest and torment drove him insane, and he finally understood why Lucifer was so tired of heaven that he would fall for granted, for depravity would always bring a steady stream of pleasure.

Feeling the warmth gradually leaving, Zhanchekov woke up and brushed away her gorgeous hair, he had not seen such a beautiful snow-white neck for a long time, and this must have been an unforgettable first embrace.

Baring his long fangs, he was wondering where to speak without breaking the harmony of the perfect skin, when he heard a murmur, followed by a sharp pain in his chest, a hellish fire that seemed to rise from his body and burn him to ashes.

At last he heard the weak, firm, tired murmur, but it was not a murmur, but a spell, and a spell of illumination, "All pride and weariness, all blood and filth, will be gone in the light of the Lord!"

No one could hear his screams clearly, and the high-level light technique "Radiance Heaven" that lit up from the chest of the Marquis Zhanchekov finally turned into a huge ball of light that swept away all the darkness around him, and the seriously injured Marquis Zhanchekov finally couldn't bear the most ferocious poison with the most ferocious timing and weight turned into flying ashes from the inside out.

The blood core, which represented the status of the marquis, withstood the light spell and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Olwes covered the bloody hole in her abdomen, her body was already as weak as the dying wind, but fortunately, the young man beside her, who had the help of the "Radiant Heaven", finally had his hands free to hold her.

A healing technique was slowly sprinkled on the wound, but it could only have a hemostatic effect, and the somewhat deformed Olwes, who had been trained by the aristocratic cultivation of this world, couldn't help but curse the old priest who taught her the magic of the light system in her heart, the old god stick, in the language of her previous life.

But she can stand up on her own, and when she said "thank you" and turned around, she was greeted by a noble girl, Olvis's gaze swept slightly over her family crest, the Don Kekidd family, a magical family with a strong family style, is quite popular in the aristocratic circle.

Suddenly, she thought of the eldest lady of the Don Kekidd family that the servants occasionally mentioned to her, and couldn't help but ask tentatively, "Miss Estie?"

The girl's face flushed slightly red and nodded, apparently surprised that Orves knew her name. The province of Florida seems to have reached a consensus with Olves, the goddess of coldness.

"Thank you for your help, Destie, compared to your selfless help, the Viscount of Novka, who always thinks about his wealth, and the Count Petersen, who lies on the ground and pretends to be dead, really makes my heart ache!"

Very few aristocratic youths were able to keep their faces unchanged when they were ridiculed by Olves's name, and it was obvious that Viscount Novka was one of them, and he helplessly spread his hands and said, "Olvis, you can kill the enemy by one big step and one small step, but I can't." As you can see, Peterson, who has cultivated his vindictive spirit, only took one kick from him. ”

Peterson lowered his head lightly and said, "I'm not pretending to be dead, Olvis, I can't defeat him head-on, I can't help you, I can only use my life to avenge you while he relaxes." ”

Any nobleman would probably be able to hear the meaning of this statement.

Olvis, apparently, was just trying to make a joke, but she didn't expect that Peterson's temperament would also be a speculator.

She turned her head slightly stiffly, and used the magic power she had managed to accumulate to unleash an electric magic "lightning chain" at the group of night monsters, and it turned out that the loud roar afterwards could drown out the whispers beforehand if the person wanted to.

Novka couldn't help but sneer, no doubt provoking Peterson's slightly raised fist and annoyed gaze, and quickly told him to shut his mouth.

The demon pet Dark-eyed Lotus pounced on her shoulder, Olwes looked at its bloody front paws, stroked its fur with pity, and let it disappear into the magic array, if Marquis Zhanchekov saw this scene in the world, he would definitely vomit three liters of blood, that is, the Helos he held hostage was just Olves's pet illusion, there is no doubt that he was played with by her in the palm of her hand from beginning to end.

She looked up, but her father still didn't pay attention to it, which made her feel a little lost in her heart, and she didn't know when she would really get her father's affirmation, and she wouldn't be like the young master Adams of the family fifty years ago, who was driven out of the door with only a comment of "Feira is unbearable".

The last thing Master Adams saw looking back was his father, or the illegitimate son of the head of the family, smiling down from the carriage coming from the countryside and taking his place.

She also didn't know how many illegitimate children her father had, she only knew that on the back of "The children of the Goldmers family are the wolf kings of the wilderness" was another sentence, "The Goldmers family has never lacked heirs who can lead the family." ”

The situation of being dead and having another one will never happen to the father, because he has already given birth.

She looked up, and the tide was still unfinished, and it was impossible to discern the battle with her eyes, until four stabbed, rotten human sandbags were thrown from the sky, and a dark shadow rode the shadow bat monster away.

A warm light rose from the night, and lit up the hall again and again, and there were not many noble corpses on the ground, but the corpses of many lowly servants of the night, Proio and Milligan, lay lying all over the place.

These are the gifts of the enemies of the aristocratic boys and girls, and there are quite a few low-hanging feats.

After the boys and girls calmed down, they had the strength to look at the stage, but they didn't know when there was an old man in a white robe and silver hair, and the blood cross on the holy white robe undoubtedly symbolized his identity.

Marquis Roth frowned tightly and half-knelt and pulled out the broken tip of the sword of thorns, almost tearing off half of the flesh from the wound, the flesh withered quickly after leaving Marquis Roth's body, but unfortunately the sword of thorns that became brilliant also turned into dust under the marquis's fighting spirit.

"Thank you for your help, Lord Norson!"

The old man shook his head, and his spotless appearance was covered by a kind smile, "Marquis of Lot, in the Orman Empire, the light of the Lord does not stop for a moment in the night, but runs more the earth, this is only my duty. ”

The Marquis of Roth smiled and raised his head, and the old man drew a holy cross on his forehead to thank him for saving his life with this humility.

Of course, he knew that this great man in the Holy Court would not come here without saving the life of a marquis. The Marquis carefully took out the moon stone box from his bosom, and the silver-white light was so holy.

The old man landed his hand on the moonstone box with a slight holy glow, his eyes moved, and his smile deepened, "The Holy Court will thank you for your help, Marquis Lot. Then he turned to look at the Duke and said, "Of course, Duke Kellogg, you are also a friend of the Holy Court. ”

The duke frowned slightly, and said coldly, "I am a soldier of the Empire, and I am only a soldier of the Empire. Kellogg can have many friends, but Duke Kellogg will always be alone, and I will only owe allegiance to His Majesty Hardy Dampsch. ”

The old man was not angry, but smiled at each other with the Marquis of Roth, and this kind of etiquette back and forth was quite interesting at a certain moment.