"You don't even say hello, and you don't take me seriously!"

"Lin Fei" has three more red lines on each finger, and he controls the Sanming puppet warrior at the same time, which is also a big burden for him.

"Let's go!"

Uncle Luo wielded a heavy hammer while covering the retreat of these young warriors in the direction they came, and the original thirty or forty people of the Flying Dragon Mercenary Group survived less than ten.

And these ten people were all injured to varying degrees, and they were not at all the opponents of these villagers disguised as villagers, on the contrary, these villagers seemed unusually calm when dealing with their escape, running around the retreating Wyvern Mercenary Group like wolves hunting sheep.

"Xuanxuan, hurry up, I'm sorry we can't safely take you to your uncle, Xuanxuan, run quickly, I'll take care of you here, before they notice you, run!"

The innocent-looking priest had his back to the murderer who was pretending to be "Lin Fei's" mother, and the barrier of milky white light looked very peaceful underneath.

But everyone knows that the ferocious energy is slamming on the milky white barrier, and the huge ripples on this milky white barrier are constantly spreading, and it is only the last straw away from collapse.

"Sister Rui, what about you, what should you do!"

Xuanxuan pulled the placket of the pastor's clothes, although they had only been in contact for a few days, but the warmth that these people brought to her made Xuanxuan unforgettable.

"Don't worry, Xuanxuan, don't come back after you run out, and we'll show up when you get to your uncle!"

The priest raised her hands above her head, the milky energy thinning out of her hands, but even so, there was still a warm smile on her face.

"Sister Rui, you promised Xuanxuan, when I find my uncle, you will definitely appear!"

Xuanxuan looked back at the pastor who was struggling to support her step by step, until the pastor trembled and yelled at her, "Let's go!"

"Woo woo woo ......"

Xuanxuan was running in the black hole forest, and tears like pearls in the meager moonlight kept flowing from her eyes.

Inside Monte Cristo, Count Vladimir was lying comfortably on the sofa with a goblet full of fresh blood, and a beautiful dance music was playing in a music box made of gold.

His white fingers kept tapping on the armrest made of gold, and while he was immersed in the music, Lin Feng, who was locked in the cage, was making a final struggle and confrontation with the demon.

"Come on, come on, throw yourself into our arms!"

A demonic head burning with green flames kept flying around Lin Feng, who was tied to the cage with iron chains, and the green flames were burning fiercely in Lin Feng's eyes, and anyone could see that Lin Feng was already on the verge of going mad.

"Hear, there is a wailing of pain outside, go and deliver him!"

This flaming head was suspended in front of Lin Feng's body, his eyes full of evil energy and Lin Feng's eyes burning with green flames stared together, and a palpitating evil energy continued to pour into Lin Feng's body.

"Ahh

Lin Feng, who was chained to the cage, let out a piercing howl, echoing in the empty hall.

"Bell"

Three warriors wearing triangular steel helmets joined, keeping the storm on the verge of death, his hands covered in blood, his arms that had been violently shaken open by the great force.

The priest cowering under the milky barrier was also crying incessantly, and she couldn't help her beloved in front of her in such a torment.

"Hahaha, struggle in the maelstrom of death!"

"Lin Fei" couldn't help but laugh rampantly as he looked at the storm covered in blood.

Uncle Luo was lying on the ground at this time, and the remaining less than ten mercenaries also fell on the way to retreat, and his heavy hammer was three meters away from him.

"Let's go, let's go!"

Uncle Luo's hands were hard in the blood-soaked dirt, and he struggled to crawl towards his hammer, a long trail of blood behind him, and his only remaining leg kicked the ground.

Just as his hand was about to touch his hammer, a group of long knives fell from the sky and slashed at his wrist with unparalleled might

'Poof!'

Uncle Luo's hand was cut off by the long knife, and the blood spurted out from the place where it was cut off, and a samurai wearing a triangular steel helmet was holding this palpitating long knife at this time, thinking about the storm surrounded by three samurai like him.

"Come on, come and kill me, I'm not dead yet!"

Uncle Luo wailed in pain on the ground, how he wished he could help the storm that he was struggling to support drag on for another second.

"No...... Nope!"

Tears continued to flow from the priest's eyes, she had cast the strongest light magic she had at her disposal, but she had not been able to bring them back from the brink of death.

A feeling of powerlessness filled her heart, and a feeling of self-blame hit her heart, why can't she be stronger, why can't she even save her beloved.

"Bell!"

A crunch of metal intersected in front of him, and the long knife in Storm's hand had become deformed under the storm's blow, and the blade had curled.

Suddenly, a whisper of business rang in the pastor's ears: "Do you want to have power?"

This is Lin Feng's voice, Lin Feng, who was about to fall into the demon path at this time, was bewitched by the demon, and bewitched this priest who was also in a desperate situation with him.

"You...... Who are you?"

A green flame flashed in the priest's eyes, and her world began to burn, and the idol in her heart, bathed in holy light, collapsed in her heart.

"I, I'm the one who can give you strength, join us!"

A magnetic and seductive voice rang in the priest's ears, and her eyes burning with green flames couldn't help but look at the storm that was struggling to support itself under the four long knives.

A tear of green flame flowed down the priest's face, her eyes burning with green flame meeting the eyes of the storm's desperate look.

"No!"

The storm let out a heart-rending wail and fell into the arms of the demon, knowing what it meant to her, who had always believed in the god of light.

However, it was too late, and a monstrous green flame burned among the trees, and an unbelievable evil energy appeared in the priest's body.

"Huh!"

A pair of wings burning with green flames peeked out from the priest's back. [.]