"Is the ambush all laid out?" asked Burka, gritting his teeth, viciously.

"All six lines of defense are in place, wait for that crazy woman to come up and make her look good!" said the communications operator with the same viciousness.

Unexpectedly, a heretic who was taken down dared to suddenly attack, and it was so difficult!

The guards were caught off guard, and the defense was broken through layer by layer, and by now, this stinky woman with a long knife has let go of more than 50 people, more than 50 people!

You're dead!

No matter how strong a soldier is, it is impossible to fight continuously for a long time, and no matter how strong you are, there will be times when you are tired. Where can you escape?

With a thud, the iron lock fell to the ground.

Isabella flew up and kicked open the iron door: "Uncle and aunt, this way!"

Abdul trembled and said, "Girl, where are we going? ”

Isabella turned around and said, "Of course we have to go down, and there must be an ambush waiting for us if we go up." ”

"But, but, where can I get down there?"

Isabella didn't look back, and stabbed the guard who came from the shadows with a knife in her hand: "The communication room of the black prison!"

"There's—"

"Call for our reinforcements!"

Isabella waved her left hand, and countless silver balls of light converged towards her palm, forming a solid silver shield on the surface of her body: "Uncle and aunt, close your eyes!"

As soon as the words fell, two heavy crossbows of demonic energy were fired, and the silver shield suddenly opened, blocking the passage.

The silver light flashed, and the magic energy fluctuated in a flash.

The heavy arrow of magic energy pierced the shield, and it was difficult to advance a single bit, exhausting all the magic energy, and falling to the ground.

Isabella's face was calm, her left hand maintained the shield, and her right hand pointed at the ground with a long knife, slowly pressing over.

"Witch, witch is here, second shot, second shot!"

Second shot.

The shield flashed again, and the second attack was in vain.

The commander yelled like crazy: "Reload, reload!"

The witch has terrifying melee attack power, and if she is close to her, she will be wiped out!

In the commander's opinion, killing the opponent with a long range is the only correct way!

These jailers who bully the weak and fear the hard have completely fallen into fear, and they don't even have the courage to fight in close combat.

The silver shield suddenly vanished. Isabella rushes forward!

Falling translucent green feathers danced around her.

The effects of human sacrifice have ended, and now she has blessed herself with an acceleration technique to meet the enemy.

Two crossbow arrows, one shot into the sky in a panic, and the other was slashed by her.

It seems that the arm is a little sprained, but this level of damage is still bearable!

The witch with a long knife approached step by step, and the jailer suddenly dispersed.

Isabella threw her long knife and crucified the fleeing commander in the back.

After this battle, the entire passage, without a single guard, was scared away. Isabella made her way to the communications room.

There are still people who haven't run in the communication room, their legs are weak and they can't crawl.

"Alright, now, play the magic image in the black prison. ”

"No, no, no, this, this...... Ahh

Isabella cut off his headscarf with a knife and said fiercely, "The next knife is your head!"

"I'm me, I'm here, I can't play it, I'm going to the main control room, the main control room!"

The corners of Isabella's mouth twitched nervously, as if she was laughing, and as if she was mourning for those who were about to be killed by herself: "Okay, lead the way." No, tell them first, they are not opponents, they will be killed by me, run, run!"

The guard looked at the murderous female demon in front of him in surprise.

The female demon threw away the long knife, gently supported his shoulders with both hands, close to his face, and said softly: "Please help me, I will kill a lot of people, I don't want to do this, really, not at all." Hurry!"

Then the witch cried, crying loudly, with a handful of snot and a handful of tears, like a little girl who had been robbed of her beloved rag doll, sitting on the ground, defenseless, and crying loudly without the city's government.

The guards trembled with fear.

Abdul winked at his wife, and the old couple helped up the guard and Isabella.

Abdul said in a low voice: "This brother, she is very mentally unstable now, and she will break out and hurt people at any time, it is better to do what she says, you are forced to be helpless." ”

The guard sifted the chaff with his legs: "Yes, yes, thank you, uncle, you can persuade her to do it." ”

Over there, Isabella lying in her aunt's arms, crying has turned into sobbing.

The guard was reassured, and Abdul tapped him on the shoulder, signaling to leave.

"Then, do you want to ......" the guard winked at the call circle to the side.

"Tell the truth. ”

"Hey, hey. The guard grabbed the intercom and shouted twice, and waited for a while, but there was no response.

Could it be that the people in the main control room have already scared away?

The four of them marched all the way to the main control room, and found that the people along the way were really scared away. Walking into the main control room, Isabella churned at the guard, who trembled and activated the device.

"That, that, this young lady, what are you going to say?"

"Don't tell me you don't know what's down there!"

The alchemy of the Ara is unique on the mainland, as early as the Farug period, in order to further promote the Muslan religion, all major cities have special communication circles for chanting, some can still play images, the Ara people are used to it, kneel down together at the point, and pray with the recitation of the communication circle. Nehr is no exception here, and now, Isabella is going to broadcast the horrific scenes in the black cell!

In desperation, the guard pulled down the play button.

The bloodstained torture instruments, the naked girls, the inhumane works of art made from their body organs, accompanied by their blood and screams, accompanied by the terrible roars of countless unjust souls, spanned hundreds of years, penetrated layers of darkness, and for the first time, came to the earth.

Suddenly, the whole city was boiling.

The leader of the town hall, Governor Kadar, was dumbfounded and grabbed the attendants: "What's going on, what's going on, who's it, who's playing this?"

The attendant was also taken aback: "This and this, the villain will check immediately, go check immediately!"

After a while, the attendant climbed in with a roll: "Master, master, I have found out, it is the communication master room of the underground mission center of the Holy Temple!"

Kadar broke out in a cold sweat.

Whether it is the Holy Mosque or not, the Berka set up an oolong, now the matter is a big deal!

For hundreds of years, girls from outside the city have been coaxed or forcibly imprisoned in mission centers, where they have become instruments of pleasure for the high-ranking Burkas and officials of the Holy Mosque and the City Hall.

Outsiders, who cares if they live or die?

For hundreds of years, no one dared to reveal this secret, no girl could escape from the black prison, and the Holy Mosque acted more and more unscrupulously, reaching out to the girls of Nehr. Externally, they claim that they are responsible for the mission of outsiders, that they are willing to sacrifice themselves when dealing with the devil and the polluted, and that they must abandon all selfish distractions, including those of their relatives.

The high-ranking Burcas of the Holy Mosque, the executives of the City Hall, not a single ass is clean!

Now, this secret has been revealed, what kind of earthquake will it be!

"Supreme and Mighty Lord Kara, hopefully, hopefully, those damned women have all their faces scratched, oh no, cut off, don't recognize them, don't recognize them, and you can say that those are all demonic minions......"

It is a pity that the Holy Lord does not want to listen to the prayers of such sin.

There was a sound of Si Soso in the teleportation circle, as if someone was opening the file, and then Isabella's angry voice was heard: "Here are the names of these poor girls who have been tormented by those demons, they are Ezhar, Haida, Inam, Jamila, Majid, Mairam, ......"

The names that are familiar, long gone, but which they miss and fantasize about one day and night, are each a red-hot iron, leaving a scorched black scar on the hearts of all the citizens of Nehr!

In the city of Nehr, the cry shook the sky.

Like a raging river, the people grabbed everything they had at hand, kicked open the doors, and poured into the streets, and they tore down the barricades of the Guardians, and climbed the barricades, and pounced on the lines of the Guardians.

For the first time in hundreds of years, the citizens of Nehr have ignored the laws of the Holy Mosque.