Rumble!

The sword qi was wrapped in the torrent, roaring and slashing in all directions, the old knight seemed to have completely lost his mind, controlled by the murderous aura, and the single sword frantically charged against the black tide, and the long sword slashed vertically and horizontally, setting off a wave of blood.

"Hahahaha!"

On the high platform, the archmage held his staff, looked at the old man who was frantically slashing and killing the black devil, and laughed wildly:

"Simple, so simple! The Pope values the lives of civilians far more than his own, and the inquisitor values the life of the Pope, and after such a big blow, he will inevitably fall into a killing frenzy! ”

"This is called human! Manipulated by all kinds of emotions and feelings, no matter how powerful the power is, no matter how powerful the person is, it will be full of flaws! There are flaws everywhere! Vulnerable!!! ”

The laughter gradually stopped, and the archmage's red eyes swept over the faces of the guests from all over the world behind him, and the faces were either angry, indifferent, or even flattering, but none of them wanted to stand up for the Pope.

It's just a little vigilant, wary of Edmund's possible sudden attack.

"Whew-"

With a sneer, the archmage stretched out his finger and gently tapped at the distinguished guests across from him, his face full of disdain and contempt from the bottom of his heart.

"Look, Joshua, this is the human race, the human beings you are guarding, even if they are in danger, they are still afraid of each other, even if they are about to die, they are not willing to fight for the possibility of survival, inferior, inferior creatures!"

"But such an inferior creature can occupy the most fertile land and continent in the entire world, and the rules of this world are that the strong survive and the weak are eliminated! The strong have everything, and the weak only deserve to be slaves, trembling at the feet of the strong. ”

"All creatures living under the rules of this world, whether they are in the dark camp or the light camp, should abide by such primitive and basic rules, so humans, we are here!"

"Bring you the silence of the eternal night."

"Of course, you may want to try it and enter into the arms of our eternal night...... Don't be in a hurry to refuse, everything today is just an invitation, you have some time to think about it...... Consider becoming a powerhouse! ”

Just as the archmage was singing with her arms outstretched, Beatrice fell weakly in front of the Pope, and in her eyes, big tears slid down her eyes—

No matter how she called, the old man in front of her never responded—he wouldn't make her laugh like he used to make her laugh.

The girl raised her hand and gently wiped the corners of her eyes, and her tearful eyes turned to stare at the back of the archmage in front of her with hatred.

This is the enemy!

The enemy who shattered the peace of the holy city and deprived her grandfather of his life and her good life.

Crunch –

Holding the unfallen pillar in her palms, Beatrice's eyes gradually filled with astonishing hatred, and there seemed to be countless small voices screaming in her heart, screaming and telling her—

Damn it!

Damn it!!

Damn !!

Wisps of silver light gradually lit up along the lines of the stick, and there seemed to be a little dirt mixed in it, but at this moment, a sudden sound came to her ears.

The look on the girl's face froze slightly, and she didn't pay attention to it, still pointing the wooden stick in her hand at the aria archmage, but then wisps of broken light fell, accompanied by a sudden exclamation, making her wrist shake slightly.

How...... What's going on?!

The control of hatred was instantly broken by instinct, and Beatrice turned sharply and looked in the direction where the screams came from, and the scene in front of her made her face suddenly turn white—

No, no......

The shield, which had obviously been infused by the Pope with the remaining strength in his body, had already fallen into pieces of debris, revealing a little sadness, and under the debris of the shield that the Pope had propped up with his life, countless black devils frantically pounced on the crowd who were not prepared at all like vicious dogs that had finally seen the food.

Young, immature, old and steady, above those faces, peace is instantly occupied by fear!

"Don't !!"

Beatrice on the high platform screamed violently, her palm instinctively stretched out, and her five fingers reached forward, but there was nothing she could do about it, only to see the blood splattering suddenly.

Rumble!

As if she had been slapped directly on the back of the head, Beatrice's mind went blank in an instant, her voice was stripped from the world, her heart was beating rapidly, but she felt powerless, and her slightly dilated pupils reflected the red flowers that were blooming below, and the girl's heart was a mess-

What to do? What to do? What am I going to do?

What would he do if it were grandpa. What would he do if he were a teacher......

Grandfather?!

Turning around suddenly, on the old man's forehead, the holy weapon called the Ring of Thorns was still glowing with pale gold.

A light suddenly lit up in the girl's eyes.

Yes!

And the Hallows, and the Ring of Thorns!

He stumbled up to the old pope, stretched out his hands and carefully removed the ring of thorns from the old man's forehead.

"I can, I have to!"

Dreamily whispering, the girl gently placed the Ring of Thorns on her forehead, and with a tingling pain, she took a deep breath.

Grandfather......

Bless me!

The girl put the long stick aside, folded her hands and half-knelt on the ground, and began to pray silently, and a faint wave of light flashed from Beatrice's body, spreading randomly in all directions. The archmage who was laughing wildly behind him looked stunned, and then turned around suddenly.

In the suddenly constricted eyes, the girl prayed quietly, and the pale golden light on her body slowly rose.

"It's you again..."

The tense look on his face slackened slightly at the moment he understood the girl, and the archmage even had time to slowly straighten his sleeve robe before he sneered softly:

"You can't even wake up the pillar that doesn't fall...... Do you think you can afford the papal crown now? ”

As if reflecting the archmage's words and ridicule, the pale golden light that lingered around the girl did not directly prop up a huge light shield like the Pope, but only gently swirled around the girl as if she were playing.

"Stupid ......"

The archmage let out a disdainful sneer again, and with a slight move of his left hand, with the tremor of the air, the spiritual power distorted reality and turned into an invisible long sword, pointed at the girl at a sharp and deadly angle.

"Humans who don't think they can do anything."

The voice was indifferent, even mixed with the slightest trace of fear, and the next moment, a sharp sound of breaking the air sounded, and a handful of blood suddenly rose on Beatrice's shoulder, and her thin body trembled violently, and her little face turned white in an instant, but the voice of prayer still did not stop.

With tears in his eyes, he looked at the hell unfolding below.

Please......

If you really are a human artifact, I beg you...... Help them......

Snort -

The sharp sound of breaking the air sounded again, and at Beatrice's right leg, a bloody color flashed, and the girl's body stumbled and knelt down completely.

"Why do you force yourself?"

The archmage's voice was unhurried, and the sharp sword behind him appeared one by one, casually touching the void, holding a long sword in his hand, and flicking it gently, it was obviously just a spiritual creation, but it let out a crisp hum.

"How's that...... Give me these two holy vessels, abandon your faith, and pray to me, you can live, what do you think? ”

The girl glared at 'Edmund' hatefully, and the latter shook her head slightly, and said indifferently: "It's a pity, answer, ...... wrong" The long sword in her right hand was thrust backhanded, and the girl's body shook violently—

The right hand hung limply, and scarlet blood continued to flow down the elbow.

Zheng Zheng Zheng!!

With a loud sword roar, a long sword appeared in the archmage's hand again, and the invisible blade lightly touched the girl's left arm, the girl's body shook suddenly, her face was full of fear, and the corners of the archmage's mouth rose slightly.

"And now? Your choice? ”

"I ...... No...... It couldn't be ......."

Snort -

The voice froze suddenly, the invisible blade was pierced into his left arm, the archmage twisted the hilt of his sword slightly, the great pain made Beatrice's pupils slightly dilated, the clear eyes directly lost focus, and her body trembled slightly unconsciously.

"And now? You understand, right? If you refuse, I will continue to torture you, but if you agree, I will not torture you, and I will heal your injuries, like this......"

In the gentle voice, a faint spell fluctuation shrouded Beatrice's left arm, the wound on the left arm quickly closed, but it fused with the sword body, causing greater injuries, the girl let out a miserable cry, her eyes refocused, and in the reflection of her eyes, the archmage smiled slightly:

"How's it going, have you figured it out?"

"I ......"

Opening her mouth slightly, Beatrice wanted to say the words of agreement, but for some reason, she was always choked in her throat, the Pope's evil smile, the clear sunshine of the Holy City, the cold and hard face of the teacher Chu Lie, and Dylan's helpless bitter smile passed in front of her eyes in a row, and then turned into the faces of those children, the original innocence and immaculateness, but at this time she was facing death.

Beatrice's lips opened and closed twice, and her hoarse voice replied weakly, "I...... I refuse ......"

The look on the mage's face froze, and he looked at Beatrice's eyes, and then a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"You don't regret it?" The blade of the sword slashed in front of the girl's eyes, and the clear pupils shrank. There was a faint look of fear in the depths, and the slight coldness of the blade seemed to be cold to the depths of his heart, his body full of scars was trembling slightly, and there were countless voices in his heart that were roaring noisily, screaming and whispering.

Give it up! Give up! It hurts!

It's going to die!

It's going to die!!

There was a flash of struggle in his eyes, cowardice, helplessness, and he wanted to open his mouth to beg for mercy, but as soon as he spoke, the familiar faces crossed in front of him—

'Hahaha, little Beatrice, what do you think this is, do you like it?' ’

'Isn't the flower behind the Holy See really beautiful...... Can we go and see it? ’

'Not enough! Inadequate! Keep swinging your sword...... Get up! Don't pretend to be unconscious! ’

…………………………

The corners of her mouth twitched, but 'I beg you', these three simple words were as if they had been cast a spell, and they couldn't be said at all, and the corners of Beatrice's mouth pulled out a wry smile with difficulty, and then slowly closed her eyes as if resigned.

The archmage's expression was sharp, and the corners of his mouth showed a cold smile, and he said slowly:

"It's a pity...... Make the wrong choice and it's game over! ”

The spiritual power sword in his right hand emerged, and stabbed fiercely towards the heart of the girl in the pool of blood with a soft groan!

Poof!

The long sword broke through the air, and immediately after, blood fell, but the archmage's pupils contracted in an instant.

Click!

In front of him, the invisible sword was crushed by someone with the palm of his hand, and wisps of blood flowed down and ticked on the ground.

Someone asked in a cold and furious voice:

"Do you want to be to my disciple...... Do what!!! ”

PS: As the title suggests, to all cowardly and stubborn people............

Also, Happy New Year, every reader and friend...... New year, new atmosphere, happy family, all the best, hehe......