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What the hell is this......

"Tsk. Hester sighed, clenched his fists, and said, "Hey, Syris—"

"She's fainting—" Kuvey's voice came shortly after, "you better get this under control first, don't tell me you can't even handle a Dark Shadowclan!"

Fainted.

Hester frowned, not knowing what to say for a moment.

The black fog was still spreading, and in the moment he hesitated, several more people were swallowed - the scope of this black fog almost occupied half of the field.

"What to do ......"

"I don't want to die......"

"Who's going to save us!"

——

A sigh filled the ears, in fact, those cyan smoke was still spreading, and the door could not be opened, it was not impossible for all the people here to be swallowed.

At this moment, a nobleman who had tripped over panicked and screamed in a broken voice, and the black mist was already about to roll up on him-

Bang——!

At this moment, a "sharp thorn" suddenly stabbed out on the ground, blocking the black mist, and at the same time, these sharp thorns appeared on the edge of the black mist, mixed together, and actually formed a barrier, completely holding the black fog in it, unable to continue to spread outward.

"Quiet down, retreat to the rear—" Hester's voice rang out.

"It's Hester, Lord Santa Fes!"

"Yes, and Santa Fes!"

"Saved—we saved—"

——

Hester didn't care what they were talking about now, he slowly stretched out his hand, and the "objects" around him—wine glasses, chandeliers, tables, and fabrics—were being "disassembled" at a speed visible to the naked eye - and those things were dismantled at the same time as they converged around Hester, but he waved them away with his backhand, and they turned into white blades, rushing towards the black mist, frantically cutting through the black mist!

"This ......" Looking at this scene, Shuer, who finally confirmed that the state of the golden finch was slightly better and looked up, was also slightly stunned.

"He was also angry. When Kuwei said this, the air was slightly relaxed, "You should know that the premise of the use of magic is 'fit', no matter what kind of spell it is, you must keep yourself close to the fit index of the release spell, generally it is chanting, and the magician who can alchemy will be more direct and take a more material fit method, gem spell is one of them." ”

"Mr. Hester ......?"

"That's right, he can deconstruct anything he wants and make them his own weapon. ”

This is the first time Hester has clearly told others about his "specialty".

The white blades frantically threw themselves at the black mist until they were cut apart inch by inch, shattered, and shrunk—

Just when people thought it was going to end, a scream suddenly came from the black fog—

At the same time, the black fog rises like a rising tide!

Hester narrowed his eyes and raised his hand slightly—

"Beware ——! Hester!"

Hester was stunned for a moment, only to hear the sound of "dang!", the barrier placed on his body had already opened, and he took the dagger that was thrown from somewhere.

Could it be the one who sang in the shadows just now?

Who will it be?

Hester was silent, then saw Jolina scurrying out of the crowd.

"Oh - you're pretty good at running. Hester couldn't help but say.

The reminder just now was what Jolina said.

"Of course!" Jolina looked full of energy, but it didn't match the dress.

......

In fact, he didn't intend to praise them sincerely.

"That's—the Black Mist!" Aktar reminded Hester when he couldn't take it anymore.

In this gap, the black fog was already about to overflow, and the barrier erected by Hester was already over-

"Tsk. Hester sighed, "Trouble." ”

Sounds a little powerless - can't it be done?Both Aktar and Jolina are nervous, but Hester quickly tells them that there is a "misunderstanding".

The black mist had already touched the barrier at this time, but above the barrier, there was a crackling sound—

Click——!

Blue and white lightning scurried, weaving a web above the barrier, enveloping the black mist and dissipating in the scorching white light—

Is this actually a trap?

"It's easy to build, and it feels like it's simpler. Hester explained.

There are many items to prevent the Dark Clan - but it is not easy to craft, after all, you have to make sure that the materials are not eroded by the black fog.

Simple......

So a little bit of it?

“666。 Jolina said heartily.

【②】

——

It's that dream again.

When the goldfinch opened his eyes and came to his senses, he saw the village surrounded by a sea of fire, and he knew that he had "gone back again".

"Help Me ......"

"Leave me alone......"

"Demonic ...... Devils......"

——

Slowly burning houses, and a rather terrifying atmosphere brewing, some still screaming hoarsely, while smelling the stench of their own burning.

The goldfinch walked step by step in it.

Every night, every night.

"Is that it, Agatha. She stopped abruptly and looked in a certain direction.

There is a beautiful figure in the sea of fire, she is like a flower blooming in the fire, bright, brilliant, but also frightening—how long will this flower be burned out?

It was a figure in a white dress, with the same long golden hair and golden eyes as the goldfinch, but she was much more beautiful than her, and her voice was crisp and beautiful when she smiled, and she was loved by people.

It's a completely different existence from her who was rejected.

Even if it's a theoretical twin.

Agatha stood in the midst of the fire, looking at the goldfinch, her eyes stained with fire, and then she spoke, said something, and shook her head as she spoke.

"Ah, yes, that voice came up again. The Plantfinch looked down at her palm, "That long-lost voice, the voice that woke you up—do you remember that?"

Of course she should......

！

The Plantage looked up and saw that her sister was already standing in front of her, a head taller than herself, and leaned down to look at her—condescendingly, but with a sad and pitiful expression—and was weeping, and weeping, and weeping.

It's that silent shedding of tears.

A beauty like her, even when she cries, is moving, but this beauty gradually becomes tasteless.

As her hand gradually "bloomed" cracks—scars, scars, which looked like flesh and blood.

Her tears turned blood-colored, and a black mist spread from her nose, mouth, and eyes, and gradually wrapped around the goldfinch.

"I know. The Goldfinch let the cold black mist creep upon him—it was a dream, but it felt so clear—like a snake crawling on him, "I know—it's all my fault, if not my ......"

If it's not—

What could it be?

The Golden Finch looked earnestly at the unrecognizable woman and frowned slightly.

Why–

"Why, I'm alive and you're dead. Goldfinch said softly, reaching out to caress her cheek, as gentle as she had ever been, "Damn it, I'm—...... of people...... It's me......"