Madame Quentin, whose face was more delicate and bright than a young girl, took a step forward, at this moment she was only about a meter away from Augustine, but what distressed her was that even if she learned that the upstart of the Inquisition was going to adjudicate against her, she could not easily attack after occupying a dominant position, in the nearly 50 years of dark history of the Holy See, no powerful person could be safe and sound after launching a substantive attack on the high-ranking inquisitors of the Sacrament Ministry, most of them were dragged into the torture hall and never saw the sun again.

Madame Quentin, who was a minor in the Book of the Dead in Ireland, quietly curled her delicate white little finger with the words "Our Final Salvation" written on it, calming her restless mood and trying to make a last-ditch effort to salvage the deadlocked conversation, "Do you really want a dutiful woman who quietly makes a small business on the Champs-Lysées Witches to enter the sacramental ministry and be purified?"

"There are many pairs of eyes watching you to determine whether I am qualified to stand in the White Elephant Castle, and is the young and beautiful Lady Quentin willing to disappoint them?" Augustine also stepped forward, the two were already less than half a meter apart, and his eyes were strange, and he almost whispered in the ear of Lady Quentin to unravel the mystery, intimate as a lover's lovesick murmur.

"Despicable. Lady Quentin snorted, and the graceful figure that met all the requirements of the stunner's perception quickly retreated, sliding backwards on the ground for some distance, it was hard to imagine that the pair of murder weapons on her chest could burst out with such amazing agility in an instant. The chest of her simple but not boring delicate gown was shattered, and the ivory-white bandeau that wrapped the choppy waves and was slightly weak seemed to be crumbling, and the gaudy style was unobstructed.

It's just that a memorable weapon appeared in her left hand, different from a spear or a knight's sword, and it can't even be classified as any swordsman's sword, the four Solomon-style chrysanthemum swords worn by the mysterious warrior in the Fajo Orange Auction House are surprising enough, but the special metal weapon in Lady Quentin's hand is even more secluded, similar to the "mongrel" of a short spear and a dagger, and the blade is intertwined with several red and black lightning bolts that flicker wildly, and it is this bastard that helps Lady Quentin resist Augustine's unexpected blow.

The hands of the young magician who are still motionless have large elemental balls, red fire elemental balls, black water elemental balls, fire and water are not single elements, but they are one of the best states presented after the fusion of many cumbersome basic elements, and lightning belongs to the [Gabriel sequence], which is several golden forms that can maximize the energy of a single element after superimposing, and some jerky arcane and gamma techniques can condense metal out of thin air, or even dark gold materials, but that requires quite complex chanting and arduous training.

Augustine looked down at the two spheres created with his hands with his gloves, the diameter of which reached a terrifying 40 centimeters, four times the previous peak state!

It's all his masterpiece after freeing himself from his dependence on the Titan Dragon's Eye Staff, and it's amazing.

Lady Quentin lunged forward, not in a straight line, but in an S-shape, like a fierce wildcat with light steps, the mongrel weapon finally fading from the residual lightning and revealing a sharp edge.

Whether it's a knight, a samurai, or a bounty hunter, fighting a mage who is not so powerful as to be invincible, closing the distance is equivalent to closing the distance to a meter closer to the victory that is within reach.

Augustine didn't want to give her a chance to fight hand-to-hand, the red and black spheres splashed out two arm-thick dazzling lightning, one of which was facing the rushing Lady Quentin, and the prediction location was extremely accurate, almost equivalent to watching the seemingly chaotic path of Lady Quentin, and the other red lightning frantically zigzagged into the dome of the hall, and then suddenly fell rapidly, smashing into Lady Quentin, who was blocked by the black lightning.

"Our ultimate salvation comes from Queen Dorothy, who holds the power of death and guards the tomb. I choose to surrender to you and give the servant the source of breaking the spear of St. Carlo. ”

Lady Quentin, who originally insisted on not revealing her heretical identity, looked at the black lightning that rushed over like a giant python, frowned slightly, and recited quickly, the dark golden rune on the thumb of her right hand bloomed with brilliant light, and 7 almost transparent ancient books appeared around her, which were 7 Irish Book of the Necromancy that had been inherited for countless years, 7 Book of the Necromancy in the moment before two lightning bolts with huge destructive power hit Mrs. Quentin, encircling her in the center of the circle, from flat to erect, each virtual book of the divine undead spread out page by page, successfully blocking the rapid collision of the two lightning bolts。

Two of the spirited Irish books of the dead exploded with lightning, and the remaining five spun behind Lady Quentin as she continued to charge forward, trying to kill the damned magician in one blow.

In the colorful bombardment, it seemed that the pair of heaviness on her chest attracted the most attention.

Isn't it sinking? Aren't you tired?

A sneer tugged at the corners of Augustine's mouth, and when he reached the castle of Stangko, and entered the cosmo, which the imperial magnates scoffed at, he felt the need to free and soothe the toy that must have been very good at his hand.

Lady Quentin was only four meters away from Augustine after the second sprint, and with the unknown mongrel cold weapon, she was already vigilant that she was sure that after closing the distance by two meters this time, she would no longer be attacked by that unreasonably motionless guy, and a character like her, an assassin and bounty hunter, has always had an excellent desire for distance and control, although she did not understand the motive of Augustine's standing origin, Lady Quentin was unwilling to give up this opportunity, and her intuition told her that it was a young consul who had improved the nuclear weight capacity but was not too exaggerated。

This is the fatal weakness of the magician that has been seriously criticized by the other major professions.

Without the support of abundant nuclear weights, a sturdy mage is a rat to be slaughtered in front of the butcher's knives of assassins and bounty hunters.

Only 3 meters of intervals remained.

Lady Quentin's eyes narrowed, waiting for the fatal blow to be inflicted on Augustine and his dying throes.

In fact, she didn't want this child to die prematurely, but she didn't rule out that he died at her hands, after all, the head of this dark giant in infancy was worth countless Caesar gold coins.

2 meters!

Lady Quentin instinctively made a beautiful and gorgeous 90-degree turn, and sure enough, a pillar of lightning with a terrifying diameter of two meters was blasted down directly in front of Augustine, directly piercing the ground with the map of the southeastern territory of the Holy Empire.

After the turn, Mrs. Quentin was about to harvest the head a second before she retracted the weapon that was about to be stabbed, and rolled sideways to the ground.

A second pillar of lightning of the same size slammed down.

Mrs. Quentin, who was a little embarrassed, looked panicked, and did not give her time to speculate on how perverted Augustine's nuclear weight capacity had expanded, and the third and fourth lightning pillars smashed under her feet almost at the same time, each of which was a fraction of a fraction of a difference, and it was extremely thrilling, and the map hall, which could be called a work of art, was opened by Augustine's four large lightning bolts. Mrs. Quentin retreated and retreated, as if she were forced to play a game of cat and mouse. Finally completely aroused, she maintained a half-crouching position, raised her head and stared at the calm-looking guy in the distance, her right hand engraved with dark golden runes on her thumb slammed against the ground, and 5 Irish books of the dead containing mysterious power protected the top of her head, because she knew that the fifth pillar of lightning would inevitably smash into this position, and silently recited a spell in her mouth, asking for strength from St. Dorothy, Queen of Gamma: "Great Queen of the Dead, servant Quentin Florence begs you to erect for me a tombstone for imprisoning sinners." ”

The lightning exploded into the Book of the Dead as she expected, and after the roar that pierced her eardrums, a wave of energy radiated through the air.

Almost at the same time, five tombstone-like stones, 3 meters high and 2 meters wide, were erected around Augustine, covered with incantations.

The beautiful hall was completely devastated at this moment, almost in ruins.

Lady Quentin looked at the position imprisoned in the center by the five tombstones of the undead, closed her eyes, and increased her strength, the arm that was clinging to the ground sank down an inch, and said in a deep voice: "Accept the sigh of the undead!"

The five tombstones suddenly piled up on the ground, burst into powder in an instant, and scattered in the hall that had been clean and gorgeous a few minutes ago.

The dust settled.

Not Augustine's flesh-and-blood corpse, but an intact young consul.

The observers hiding behind the curtain couldn't help but let out a loud or heavy exclamation.

"Naughty kitten, it's time to go home. Augustine smiled.

Mrs. Quentin was angry, but instead of being angry, she stood up, patted the dust, and said in a charming voice, "I can't catch you, and your lightning pillar can't attack me, so let's just consume it." ”

"Kitten, your master is very fast. Augustin sneered, and in the blink of an eye, he jumped in front of Lady Quentin with the agility of a great knight, who retreated in a hurry.

It's just that in a hurry, her retreat is far less than Augustine's physical strength after accumulation, and her back smashed several lightning bolts in an awkward place at an awkward time, completely sealing the space where she wandered, and the distance between the two was instantly pulled to two meters, this is really a very funny picture, a young man who is considered to be a pure magician, approached a small gamma master who is close to an assassin or bounty hunter at an amazing speed, and was pressed to the abdomen by two oversized bright magic balls, Augustine looked at the angel face full of astonishment, and smiled: "Obedient. ”

The red and black orbs burst into intense light, intertwining and blooming.

Mrs. Quentin's pupils narrowed, but she didn't have time to resist.

Bang!

In the White Elephant Castle symbolizes the mystery and mighty Lady Quentin was blasted out by Augustine.

The most terrifying thing is that before Mrs. Quentin lands on the ground, another extraordinarily thick lightning chain falls from the sky, and nails the beautiful woman who would have crashed into the wall of the hall directly to the ground.

That's not all, at the tragic moment when the tenacious Lady Quentin wanted to struggle to get up, a series of lightning pillars fell quickly, and the only remaining Irish book of the dead, "Helen's Graveyard Notes", was also wiped out, and the small dress on her body, which was not cheap, was broken, and could only cover some sensitive parts, and the two slender thighs and part of her plump breasts that were exposed to the field of vision were so white that people swallowed.

Behind the scenes, some of the black-bellied aristocrats who watched the whole drama involuntarily felt a tingling in their scalps.

This kind of bloody method is really only done by the miscellaneous mincites of the sacrament department.

Of course, the Hualu Manor would not allow the situation to deteriorate indefinitely, and a group of about twenty or so high-ranking subordinate knights of Greenspan immediately poured out, led by two powerful court dragon knights, eyeing them fiercely.

The building, near the cliff, had a row of stained-glass windows on its side of the wall, which had been shattered by a massive skull.

A white python, estimated to be at least ten meters long, spits out a scarlet tongue, and its head and a piece of torso poked into the hall in a devastating posture.

Above the white python sat a little girl who was more delicate and bewitching than any doll princess.

The glass slag on the ground fell on the floor of the hall with a clatter, and it was an unforgettable scene that was gorgeous and thrilling.

A group of knights stared wide-eyed and mouth-open, not daring to move.

Augustine walked over to the dying Lady Quentin, crouched down, slung her on his shoulders, and walked towards the gate, completely ignoring Greenspan's servant knight.

Alice, who was pale, held the cup of warm Ceylon Highland black tea, biting her lip tightly, oozing blood.

Pass.

At that moment, Alice burst into tears.

Suddenly, Augustine stopped, took two steps back, took the exquisite teacup with just the right temperature from the desperate Miss Alice, and smiled softly, "Alice, thank you for the black tea." Next time, I'll visit Flowerdew Manor as your personal magic teacher. ”