With a deadly blade and a striking eye, the speeding Count of Luvia is like a glimpse of a shock, drawing the final end to Delian's life path. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In her heart, she knew that her life was cut off, and there was no way out, and from the disintegration of the skyrocketing light, the commander-in-chief of the empire already knew that the path of the royal family had also reached the final end with her, even if she still had the desire to find life, but her body was already telling her that she would come here, but it was a pity for these girls who accompanied her.

The struggle has been abandoned, and death may have become a foregone conclusion, but accidents always come at such times, like a huge fireball that flew from a distance and rushed towards Luvia's forward steps.

The swift footsteps suddenly retracted, and the bloody blade in his hand swung out, and a violent explosion burst out in the narrow road, kicking up bursts of dirt and dust.

"So, I really hate you papal people. With a slight taunt, the figure of Vivien, the dark witch, appeared in front of the eyes of Count Luvia and the Holy Maiden, the magician who had a relationship at the city gate, and now this thorn was playing her greatest role.

"Dark Witch!" Count Luvia's eyes froze, and at the same time, he was stunned by this sudden helper, and at the same time, there was also a trace of uneasiness in his heart, an unstable factor, which was a great obstacle to their plan, especially now that the plan had reached the most critical step, any small failure would become one of the black hands that pushed themselves into the abyss.

"Hello, Your Excellency the Bloody Earl. ”

"I don't remember, you still have a relationship with General Delian?"

"It's really unfortunate that although I don't have any friendly dealings with this female general, my friends are very concerned about the safety of this general. ”

"Friends? The Dark Witch has friends, too. "Although it is a little hurtful, but Count Luvia's definition of the Dark Witch is still very accurate, compared to his own prestige in the Bloody Earl, the name of the Dark Witch is more like representing the evil side, after all, it is only the name of a Dark Witch, and its body is formed by the accumulation of countless corpses.

"It's really hurtful, we dark witches also have friends, don't believe it, if you ask the Holy Maiden of the Holy See, she knows it. Vivian chuckled and glanced at the Holy See Saintess who was biting her lower lip, compared to the meeting at that time, the Holy Woman in front of her was no longer indifferent at the beginning, but with a trace of hatred and anger, as well as the piercing murderous intent that filled the air.

Without responding to Count Louvia's question, the light in the eyes of the Holy See flowed, and the shadow of the hourglass in the depths of the pupil began to drip slowly with the flow of light, but the dripping was not rough sand, but a dazzling light.

"Be careful!" Tina, the female knight who knew the Holy See's methods, spoke quickly, and at the moment when the voice came out, a light had already fallen from the sky, and the pillar of light was very warm, in this place where the war was raging and the demons were numerous, it seemed extraordinarily warm, but this warmth was not felt by the dark witch Vivien, and the hairs standing on her body were telling her master that this warm and dazzling pillar of light contained a huge invisible murderous aura.

"Great magic, Shadow Wall!" The unique magic came out, and the dark wall of light instantly converged, forming a solid defense above Vivien's head, and the light slammed down, and the shadows were fiercely opposed, and the light and shadow were intertwined, and there was a bang.

Vivien's upright body suddenly increased the pressure, and the ground under her feet seemed to be unable to withstand the pillar of light falling from the sky, and the broken lines spread out under her feet, and the disintegrating lines also appeared on the magical shadow wall that she was proud of in Vivien's solemn expression.

"Great magic, ghost!" The turquoise color flickered around him, and the upright body suddenly dissipated, replaced by a fluctuating turquoise figure, the figure flickered, leaving the shelter of the shadow wall, and actually rushed straight towards the Holy See Holy Maiden with the holy light, and with the departure of the caster, the shadow wall could not resist the smashing pillar of light after all, and the cracked earth and splashed dust became the perfect scene when the pillar of light fell.

"Ghost tricks. The ghost and ghost attacked, and the saint was awe-inspiring, and the hourglass in her eyes seemed to be the power of the goddess again, as if the light of substance fell into the sky again.

The second pillar of light exuded the unique purifying power of the Holy See, but the ghost shadow that attacked didn't care about this pillar of light that was enough to crush his own figure, no, on the contrary, in the face of the falling pillar of light, this emerald ghost was facing it head-on, and it was not afraid.

The strange scene made Count Luvia's heart uneasy after all, the blood blade in his hand had not yet condensed, and the words in his mouth had not yet sounded, and the shadow of the ghost had already hit the falling majestic pillar of light, like boiling water into boiling oil, and the sound suddenly drowned out all the sounds, and with the noisy sound came the cold as cold as the extreme.

Although there was no snow, the feet of the two were already wrapped in ice, and there was a white expanse in front of them, and the annoying witch had long since disappeared without a trace in this white expanse, and she was not the only one who disappeared.

"Spirits, ice barriers. Luvia, who had broken free from the shackles of the crystal ice, opened his mouth coldly, and the cold temperature allowed the warm white gas to surround the earl's mouth.

"Chase!" The short sentence has already exposed the mood of the saint at this moment.

"It's only a matter of time before you get exposed, and it's all about going back. Conflicting opinions popped out of Luvia's mouth.

"Are you scared?"

"Hmph, I'm afraid, aren't you the same, if the results are picked by the Grand Duke, the sacrifice we have made will be worthless. "Now that the target has escaped, Count Luvia has no desire to pursue him again.

When the saint heard this, she also stopped her steps, in this battle, the soldiers of the Holy See also acted as one of the three halberds, and the results obtained by sacrificing so many soldiers were not easy to put down.

"Do you think the Violet Grand Guild broke the treaty?"

"The purpose of the Grand Duke's heart has never been the same as ours, all he wants is to destroy the country, to destroy the royal family, and we want a living Betley. ”

Moaning slightly, the saintess still lowered her noble head after all, revealing her identity is certainly a bad result, but if this trip has not even completed the most basic goals, how can she sit in the position of the saint with peace of mind.

In contrast, the Lady finally agreed with Count Luvia and began to turn away, giving up the idea of continuing the pursuit, even though the Dark Witch did deserve to die.

The end of the hunt may be good news for Delian, Tina and others, but no matter how good the news is, it will be overshadowed by the bad news of the fall of the princess, especially since the fall of the royal family is only exchanged for the banishment of one demon god, not two.

On the deep harbor where the whirlpool stopped, the black demon was still offering an elegy for his demon god, but the desperate figure reappeared in the field of vision of everyone in Birmingham, his strength was empty, his injuries had not healed, the white sage fell into a deep sleep, and above the huge deep harbor, only Birmingham still had a trace of clarity, and this ray of clarity made greater despair come into his eyes.

"It's admirable, mortal. The dreamweaver's voice was mixed with low sadness, but it was difficult to hide its majesty.

"Thank you for the appreciation, Demon God. Every byte exit exhausted a lot of physical strength, and Birmingham, who was lying on the ground, subconsciously looked for the long sword, but the feeling of starting it was unusually unfamiliar.

When did the hilt of the sword become so huge, and when did the hair hanging down in front of him become as white as frost.

"Unfortunately, your glory will end here. Looking at Birmingham, whose body had changed dramatically due to soul erosion, with a regretful gaze, the Dream Weaver spoke lowly.

"yes, on the contrary, I think it's just the beginning. ”

Demon gods, mortals, look at each other, the emotions in their eyes are inexplicably similar, they are all sad that cannot be hidden, but they are very different, one with regret, the other with determination.