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Phil was a little distressed by the potions that were poured out, picked out the best bottles, and took out a bag from the cabinet next to him and stuffed it in.

Ollie wasn't idle, the first blow of the greatsword hit the core of the machine, bringing all the work to a halt, and the second blow severing all the pipes.

Phil, who had already loaded the data, ran to the test bench where Linde was, and quickly pulled out the tubes that had lost their function.

And when all this was going on, Cecil did not say anything to stop it, but focused on his own hands.

She didn't have much time left, and while Lukka couldn't do it all, the shield was an enclosed space, embedded in the adhesive, and Cecil felt like her breathing was getting harder and harder, and she had to do something before she could suffocate.

"Now we can go!" Ollie and Daniel lifted Lynde head to foot, the half-giant's weight was so incredible that even the two of them couldn't carry it alone.

"It's a pity that I can't use magic for the time being, or if you don't add a weight loss technique to him, you can make it a lot easier. Lukka said with a little regret.

"Everyone, watch out, that woman seems to be doing something. Crete suddenly reminded.

Lukka jerked his head back to find a few more blood streaks on Cecil's shield behind the jelly-like adhesive.

First a horizontal straight line, then two diagonal lines. Cecil drew blood from the cut on his hand, and drew with such concentration, even with a ruler he could not draw such an accurate equilateral triangle.

With a twisted smile on her lips, she added a curve to the triangle that curved to the left, then to the right.

From time to time, she raised her hand to brush away the gray-white broken hair scattered in front of her, and there were a lot of bright red blood stains on her face. This picture is eerie and makes people feel creepy.

"Why does this look familiar?" Lukka couldn't remember where he had seen it.

"That's the Mark of the Storm Lord!" Phil said, "I should have thought that the Lab and the Storm Temple had long been colluded, this was a blood sacrifice, and she was summoning divine power!"

"Divine power, is the Lord of the Storm so idle?" Lukka shook his head. Probably due to Daniel's influence, he didn't have a good impression of the three main gods.

The growing wind outside the window responded to him.

"Let me show you, this is no ordinary blood sacrifice!" Cecil said, holding out her right hand and, with a "snap", pasted a round metal plate stained with blood on the shield, in the middle of the mark.

"The Tempest Temple's Chosen Talisman!" Phil recognized.

Lukka didn't hear the complicated term, but according to his own understanding, it should be something like the consecration amulet in the temple.

The wind roared, striking the roofs and walls even harder.

The building was supposed to be one of the strongest on the entire island, but the walls had been riddled with holes along the way, and now there was a violent tremor on the floor beneath Luca's feet.

However, the direction of the first breakthrough turned out to be above, and with a loud bang, the entire roof was lifted directly, and some of the broken tiles fell overhead, but more were blown to nowhere. Then, most of the façade was blown away.

The salty raindrops immediately hit Luka's face, the moon and stars were long gone, and the entire island was now covered by storm clouds like the outer periphery of the island.

Countless branches and rocks swept around by the wind, and Lukka quickly grabbed the remaining half of the wall and crouched down, dodging the branches and wood chips that were no less lethal than sharp blades.

"She's desperate. Crete also crouched next to Luka.

"With this level of blood sacrifice, I'm afraid it will take her own life to satisfy the Lord of the Storm. Ollie dragged the unconscious Linde to dodge as well, the half-giant was too heavy, and she slipped under her feet and was pinned down by half a leg.

A rock the size of a watermelon flew through a gap in the wall and into Luca's face. With his agility, there was no time to dodge, and Ollie was still entangled with Linde, unable to get out.

A bolt of lightning exploded in front of Lukka, grazing his nose and knocking the stone away, leaving only a little collateral damage: the hair on his forehead was curled up with electricity and emitted a pungent smell of burning.

Despite this, Lukka turned to Thea and said "thank you", and Thea replied with ignorance: "I'm afraid that I won't have anywhere to collect debts if you die!"

Then, she raised her hand and struck another sharp branch flying.

The broken wall could only block the wind in one direction, and even now that Ollie had pulled out his leg and held the giant sword to resist it, the attacks of the other three directions, as well as the various debris swept by the wind above, still overwhelmed everyone.

"Hahaha!" Cecil's voice became sharp again, and the adhesive around her had scattered under the strong wind, and she was out of danger of suffocation. And the stones and branches that surround it can't penetrate the shield.

"In the thirty years since we cooperated with the Storm Temple, you can't imagine how much power we have gained, Xiaofei. Cecil laughed maniacally, and walked towards the broken wall with the shield on his face.

"Do you regret it? Do you want to come back? Ha, you've missed your last chance, but I can still give you a little preferential treatment, you and your companions, you can choose your favorite test bench later!"

Cecil looked up, his voice shouting and crying, "Praise the Lord of the Storm!

Her voice stopped abruptly.

Lukka waited behind the broken wall for a while, but Cecil didn't say a word.

He was a little strange, but the unabated storm suppressed his curiosity, preventing him from sticking his head out to see what was going on.

A few minutes later, just as it had come, the wind disappeared instantly.

The sky was covered with dark clouds and lightning as if they had never existed, and the moonlight fell again, staining the roofless ground with a silvery halo.

Lukka stood up and looked forward.

Anne Cecil was lying in the middle of the floor, the shield around her body shattered, but still partially functioning. A twig more than a meter long broke through the shield from the middle and plunged straight into her chest, pinning her to the ground.

"It's ...... What's going on?" Cecil couldn't believe his eyes. "How could it be...... So?"

Her lungs had been pierced, and the words had almost drained all of her remaining breath. With the last of her strength, she raised her right hand, her eyes fixed on the selection talisman that had been pinned on high hopes.