The phantom shattered, and countless black bats rose into the air, instantly filling the entire hall, making the knights and werewolves couldn't help but have heavy eyelids and slow thinking, wanting to lie down on the spot and sleep well, and the place where these illusory little bats gathered the most was the great knight and Sir Duda of the Frost Giant bloodline.

When Katrina blasted through the gate with the "Lucien's Great Fireball", Duda's body changed, the burly figure of about 1.9 meters rose again, the muscles were bulging, and black scales grew on the skin, lingering with a faint blood, and his eyes turned red, as if he had lost his mind, leaving only the purest desire to kill and destroy.

"Demon bloodline!" Yakov and Anna and the others, who were shrouded in the thick blood mist of the altar, saw this scene in a daze, and their hearts were shocked, and they sobered up a little.

The blood qi surrounding Duda blocked the illusory sleeping bat, and two deep bone-visible scars opened on its back, and a pair of black bat wings grew inside. The wings flapped slightly, allowing him to fly off the ground and look down on the hall and altar.

This is the benefit of the bloodlines of demons, devils, etc., even if you only have the rank of a great knight, you can fly at low altitude and occupy air supremacy!

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, blowing the thick blood mist to a swaying wave, and soon swept it away, and the minds of the mercenaries such as Anna and Yakov were cleared, and it seemed that they had really woken up from the nightmare, and felt a strong fear of the killing and hatred that filled their hearts just now, and if they continued like this, they would definitely become demons that killed their companions!

"Sister Katrina!" Anna exclaimed, as the tall Katrina was facing Duda in the middle of the hall. She stood above with her feet in the void, her long golden hair fluttering in the wind, and in her right hand she held a staff encrusted with translucent gems, a thin pale white mist permeating it.

These fogs spread quickly and were not affected by the "strong winds" in the slightest.

Looking at this incredible scene, Anna felt that she was still dreaming, dreaming of the powerful mages in the bard's story, who flew out of thin air, who manipulated the weather. They make fire. Create the cold, they are mysterious and terrifying!

The pale white mist dispersed, and the rest of the hall was quickly shrouded in this thin mist, except near the altar where Anna, Yakov, and the others were.

The werewolves and knights who pounced on Katrina stood in place. There was no sparkle in his eyes. The sound of a lotus came out of his mouth. Uncontrolled saliva coming out of the corners of the mouth.

It was as if they had lost all ability to think, and were left with only a shell.

Anna threw her head back at the look of the terrible werewolf in her eyes and the knight who made her tremble with her will alone by the sheer sheer of the mist. Slightly stunned, he looked at the scene in mid-air: "Sister Katrina is a magician, and she is also a powerful magician!"

Katrina's current appearance is exactly what she imagined of a mage—except that she is not so vicious.

"Psychic mist?mid-level magician, Katrina is the terrifying magician I met that night...... Yakov has been a mercenary for many years, and has obtained a lot of descriptions of magic from various sources, and after becoming an official knight, he also obtained more information from Count Calkat, which gave him a new and detailed understanding of spells, plus he had worked with official magicians, so he could naturally roughly judge what magic was by the performance and effect of spells, of course, limited to the more common ones.

Looking at Katrina, who was blonde in mid-air, at her being wrapped in a layer of flowing transparent magic runes, and at the black fireball shot by Sir Duda that fell on this layer of runes, instead of producing a violent explosion, it was absorbed by the runes, Yakov's mind went blank, and he was shocked and depressed, so that he didn't have any thoughts.

Roar!

The body of the great knight of the "Frost Giant" bloodline swelled, surrounded by countless snowflakes, and a translucent icy aura spread out, expelling the nearby "Psychic Mist", but at this time, a figure quietly appeared behind him, a black shirt, a red coat, and his hands were slender and white but with flickering cold nails, and then, like plucking a lyre, this figure reached out from behind and gently slashed at the throat of the "Frost Giant".

A faint black aura flashed away, and the thick layer of ice at the throat of the "Frost Giant" merged silently.

Yes!

The "Frost Giant" let out a scream of pain, blood flowed from his throat, and the two-handed greatsword swung back, but only broke a phantom, Viscount Calendia appeared in the other direction, stretched out his right hand to his mouth, and licked it gently: "The taste of blood is not bad, and there is no toxin." ”

This perverted behavior is so graceful and natural that he seems to be really tasting the food that the host entertains himself.

The "Frost Giant" is terrifying and good at all kinds of frost-type spells, but this also has to be hit to be useful, in front of Viscount Calendia, whose speed and agility completely surpass that of the normal fifth-level knight, he is like a helpless child, he can't hit the other party, and from time to time he is caught twice, hit by dark spells, and even Viscount Calendia takes the time to kill the werewolves around him who have become "idiots" - he really hates the smell.

Looking at the handsome man and his strong strength who could only witness the afterimage below, and then at the various strange magics flying above and the radiant Katrina beside her, the fear and worry in Anna's heart somehow disappeared, and secretly thought to herself: "The magician and the vampire are worthy of the eternal villain combination in the bard's story, too matched, too handsome!"

"It's good to have Sister Katrina, otherwise ......"

She patted her chest happily, very envious and yearning for Katrina's strength and fighting appearance.

Although Duda is a fifth-level knight with demonic blood, he is tied in front of a well-prepared magician, and he has no way to exert his strength, and he is affected by spells, Maskiling curses, slowness and other magic again and again, and is getting closer and closer to the brink of defeat, and every time he attacks, he is either deflected by the influence of illusions, or blocked by Douglas's spell absorption wall, stone skin and other magic. It didn't work.

"It can't go on like this...... "Because it is only a demon bloodline, Duda barely retains the ability to think during the battle, and seeing that he is in a bad situation, the "Frost Giant" is about to be killed by the vampires, so he begins to think of a way to get out of this situation.

A slightly relaxed Anna, Yakov, and other mercenaries who were even more unclear watched the battle when they were shocked to see Duda's right hand grab his left arm, tear it off with his entire left arm, and let out a deafening roar.

"What is he going to do?"

"Demons' special abilities?"

In shock, they only saw Duda's left arm explode. Turned into scattered flesh and blood. The wriggling flesh continued to neutralize the thin mist, making them disappear without a trace.

The fog of mind vanished, and the remaining werewolves and knights regained their senses, some of them attacking Katrina with bows and arrows or using spell-like abilities. Some of them rushed towards Yakov and the others with extraordinary weapons such as long swords, maces, and clubs. Trying to distract Katrina and Viscount Kalendia.

Under the vicious aura of the werewolf and the strong will of the knight. The mercenaries trembled, not even having the strength to hold their weapons, and the clanging sounds rang out one after another.

Yaakov regained a bit of his knightly strength when Duda had no time to control himself. Gripping the long sword tightly, blocking the front, and whispering to comfort the frightened Anna and the others: "Don't be nervous, I'll block them, as long as you support it for a few dozen seconds, Katrina can end the battle." ”

"Boss, I'll help you. Anna said despite her low strength and trembling legs.

At this moment, a cone-shaped crystal light appeared in her vision, as if it was all made of ice, and where the light swept through, several werewolves and knights turned into ice sculptures.

"It's so strong......" Anna exclaimed in a low voice.

Yakov had a similar feeling, but his rich experience made him not stunned, and he jumped out of the jaw and hit the ice sculpture.

With a bang, several knights and werewolves shattered to the ground, and the light shimmered like diamonds all over the ground!

"Be careful!" Anna suddenly saw a werewolf sneak up nearby, leap high, and try to grab Katrina's ankle, so she was worried and eager to warn.

Before he could finish speaking, the werewolf's shadow moved, and it grabbed the werewolf violently, dragging it into a well of shadows that suddenly appeared, and there was no more sound.

"What a magical magic ......" Anna was so distracted by this scene that she almost bowed down to magic.

Duda, who was in mid-air, took advantage of this opportunity to flap his wings and fly downward, aiming for the door with the strange pattern on it.

Seeing the door in sight, he suddenly felt his internal organs roll, blood gushing up, dizziness, and fell to the ground.

"Professor's infrasound resonance?" he thought in alarm.

Then, before he could react, the armor and scales that covered his body turned into red, white, black, gold, and other different colors with Katrina's fingers, solid, gas, and liquid!

"Elemental order?"

"Why can she cast spells so quickly, and there is no casting buffer time?"

Duda watched in disbelief as his armor and natural defensive scale armor disappeared like this, he knew that this was the exclusive spell of "Atomic Control" Lucien Evans, and it was not surprising that his students could use it, but it was strange that there was no buffer time between the two spells, so that he could not dodge!

What he didn't notice was that on Katrina's left chest, the beautiful cold silver moon crest flashed with an electric light.

Then he didn't dare to think about it, dragging his wobbly body and slamming into the patterned gate behind him.

And Katrina's eyes in Anna's eyes, her hair was quiet as the wind subsided, her right hand stretched forward, and a fireball that was larger and hotter than normal flew out directly, hitting Duda's vest.

Bang!

Duda was blown to a bloody pulp, but he slammed the door open, and on the other side, Viscount Karendia pulled out a white handkerchief and wiped his palm, facing the frost giant with round eyes in front of him.

The door opened, revealing an altar identical to the previous one, the only difference being that the statue was clearer, a handsome demon in the form of a dark-skinned human.

Underneath the demon stood a young man with a slightly frightened expression, with all the physical features of the Vladimir family.

"Viscount Andrea?" Anna blurted out, feeling a strong wave of fear.

Andre shook his head, looking distracted: "You shouldn't have come in, you forced me, forced me ......"

"Met the real culprit behind the scenes so soon?" said Viscount Calendia, tossing his dirty white handkerchief to the ground and saying to Katrina with a little amusement. (To be continued......)