Carlo got out of the carriage, and Yvette followed, carrying two cold Ketones on the left and right, and threw them on the ground, and then followed behind Carlo, his eyes cold and empty.

"The Dark Maiden, right here?"

Carlo squinted his eyes and looked at the tall city in front of him, Black Rose City was bigger and more majestic than Black Crow City, and belonged to the Intermediate Parish.

"Yes. Iggy half-bowed and replied in a low voice, "Originally, the Holy Maiden had already rushed to the next parish, but I heard that you were coming, so I stayed for a few more days."

"Hmm. Carlo nodded slightly, a little curious in his heart, what kind of way would this dark saintess use to greet her, the "imposter saint".

Iggy sent someone into the city to report, the city gate was soon opened, but there was no welcoming church honor guard, Iggy was a little unhappy, and was careful to say good things in front of Carlo, only Carlo knew what the reason was.

Blackbriel is also more prosperous than Crow, and the civilians are more orderly, and the quarrels, robberies, brawls, and vendettas in the streets appear to be orderly under the "supervision" of the city guards.

Soon arrived at the dark church of the Black Rose City, there was a bishop with a black robe embroidered with white trim and two bishops with black robes and red trim like Iggy, as well as a large group of ordinary black-robed priests, with solemn faces, looking at Carlo and his party with strange eyes.

"It turns out that the welcome ceremony was placed here.." Iggy looked very happy, and walked up to greet the bishops, "Your Excellency."

Before he could finish his sentence, several tall and strong black-robed priests took him away at the signal of the black-robed and white-sided archbishop, and then the entourage of slaves and swords-wielding guards was detained, leaving only Carlo, Yvette and the lonely prisoner cart on the field.

Carlo's face was calm, and there was not a trace of swelling in his eyes.

"The Holy Maiden is waiting for you inside... My Son. The archbishop's tone was stiff, and he deliberately accentuated the last four words, with a faint banter and ridicule in his eyes.

Carlo gave him a faint look, then stepped forward, and behind him, the archbishop's face suddenly turned red, his stomach bulged like a balloon, and then burst, and a fiery tongue of fire burst out, carrying the ashes of the burnt internal organs, and soon the archbishop screamed and turned into a burning torch.

A beautiful figure with his back to Carlo, wearing a black floor-length skirt with golden lace at the hem, looked noble and gorgeous.

When Carlo approached, the figure slowly turned around, and Carlo saw her clearly, a sixteen-year-old girl, with long wavy black hair hanging down on her chest, her skin was as pale as snow, her facial features were delicate, and her eyes were dark purple.

She looked at Carlo coldly, and suddenly raised her slender right hand, holding a magnificent ruby in her hand, and said, "When this ruby is broken, you will die under the flames of the earth." ”

Before the girl's cold voice could dissipate, the ground under Carlo's feet suddenly collapsed, forming a huge pit, and the blazing red light came out of the hole, and the red tongue of fire quickly climbed up, weaving into a huge net, swallowing Carlo whole.

The church was flooded with firelight, the heat distorted the air, and the air was filled with the sound of "crackling" flames.

The flames reflected brightness and shadow on the girl's cold face, and when the flames completely enveloped Carlo, the ruby in her hand began to crack, and the cracks became more and more, and soon spread all over the body, and finally, when the temperature of the flame reached the extreme, and even the walls of the church began to burn off, the ruby "snapped" and turned into powder, and scattered little by little.

The girl calmly took out a white silk handkerchief and wiped her palm clean, suddenly, her pupils contracted suddenly, only to see that in the slowly retracting flames, Carlo's figure was revealed little by little, there was no trace of scars on her body, and even the black robe on her body had no traces of being burned.

"Is this how you dare to pretend to be the Son of Darkness?"

The girl snorted coldly, and a delicate rose appeared in her white palm, and the flower still carried the morning dewdrops, as if it had just been plucked.

The rose thorn pierced the girl's delicate palm, and the blood flowed down, drawing a bright red and piercing beauty on the white arm.

"When this flower loses its color, you will die under a thousand stingers. ”

The girl's voice echoed in the empty church, and the next moment, the floor under the feet of the two of them shattered together, and cyan vines emerged from the dirt, rapidly growing and growing.

Soon they became as thick as buckets, and each vine was covered with black spikes, the tips of which were faintly blue, apparently poisonous.

This is many times more powerful than the botanical magic cast by Allen of the Holy Sect of Life, both in terms of strength and lethality.

The cyan vines finished growing, and they all aligned with Carlo, merging into a sea of green, surging towards him frantically, and soon, Carlo was submerged in this sea of green.

The vines weave into a cage, impermeable, and stirring wildly in circles, and even a giant dragon will be twisted into a puddle of meat sauce in such an attack.

The girl's blood no longer flowed, the roses in her hands gradually withered, the bright colors faded little by little, the petals withered, and finally fell to the ground.

The sea of vines stopped surging, and the huge green cage stood silently, and suddenly, a huge force broke through the cage, and the sawdust flew all over the sky, and Carlo stepped on the thorns on the ground and walked out, where he passed, the vines hung low, automatically branched out a path, withered and died.

The girl's face was visibly pale, and surprise appeared in her eyes for the first time, but she didn't see any movement, and grabbed a ball of water from the void, floating irregularly above her palm.

"When the frost covers the water, you will die under the endless cold. ”

The water balloon in the girl's hand stopped fluctuating, and the color became darker and bluer from the very bottom, and a trace of chill spread from the bottom to the top.

In the same way, the devastated floor of the church was covered with frost, which caused a cold air for no reason and froze everything.

The ice-blue cold froze the earth, but when it reached Carlo's feet, it melted into water silently, and Carlo walked without hurry, a faint smile appeared on his face, and the water washed the path he walked.

"Click", the water balloon that had been frozen into ice cubes fell to the ground and shattered into crystals, the girl's face became whiter, the wheezing voice became slightly heavier, and the pure black hair like silk also appeared snow-white.

"When time passes.."

The girl glared at Carlo tightly, and with great difficulty lifted a silver hourglass, which was reversed, and the golden gravel fell little by little into the sand table below.

“.. You're going to die.. Hmm.."

The girl spurted out a mouthful of blood, she covered her mouth tightly, her black hair quickly turned white, obviously, she had paid a lot of price for casting so many unbelievably powerful magic.

But she was still stubborn, wiping the blood from her mouth with her white and almost transparent palm, trying to say the last few words.

By this time, Carlo had already walked in front of her.

"Hmm.."

For the first time, panic and nervousness flashed in the girl's eyes, and she subconsciously stepped back, stumbling a little, like a frightened fawn.

Carlo gently took her into his arms, gently grabbed her thin shoulders, sniffed the good smell in her hair, and said dotingly: "Don't say it, I won't die, you will."

The girl's eyes widened suddenly, and her fair face suddenly turned red, from the slender neck to the delicate earlobes, all dyed with a faint blush.

Her body froze, her mind went blank, and she was at a loss.

I only heard a deep and beautiful voice ringing softly in her ears: "I never knew which god Cinderella was the seed, it turned out that it was fate... Huh.."