It's four o'clock in the morning, and it's not dawn yet.

"Go this way. Lycia dragged Caroline up another small staircase.

"Buchton is downstairs. Caroline followed her, but whispered a reminder to her.

"I know that there is a corridor upstairs that leads to another building. "Lycia remembered the terrain here. "If we go downstairs, I'm afraid someone is waiting for us downstairs. ”

Lycia pushed open the wooden door, and stepped onto the open-air covered bridge first.

"Come on. Lycia turned around to find that Caroline had suddenly turned into a hooded person.

A crack slowly unfolded under Lycia's feet.

As she fell, she saw a 100 percent disgust on the hooded man's head. "Futespa!"

The stone that had been beneath her reversed direction and pressed against her stomach and shoulders.

'No, I can't. ’

The church wants to kill her, and Futespar wants to kill her, and if it doesn't work out once, then the second time is not to be imagined.

"Futespa, you're a villain!" Lycia grabbed the ring of thorns and slapped it down.

A huge gust of air flowed up.

The reverse held up her falling body.

God says that if you can gain the ability to fly, then you will be able to.

"Summon the Necromantic Mount. "Lycia gave the Dead Sea Knights a name.

"Don't just name me!" a black horse held Lycia's body.

Then a pair of wings spread out on the horse's back, carrying her upward.

The wind blew Lycia's hair, and the sound of the wind whistling in her ears was heard.

"Your strength comes from darkness. ”

Lycia had already grabbed the black coarse cloth robe.

I saw Futespar's face hidden under the hood, still expressionless.

"The fear of death will always be with you. ”

Leaving only this threatening word, Lycia's robe in her hand turned into smoke and dissipated into the air.

"Do you feel fear?" asked the knight of the Eye of the Dead Sea.

The horse's hooves landed on the ground, and Lycia jumped down.

"No, she should be afraid of me, I'm the villain. Lycia shook her head.

Fear does not develop indefinitely, and to a certain extent, it will inevitably become another force for survival and resistance.

Lycia knew that the time for the undead knight to summon was almost up, she waved at it, and ran alone towards the place where the boar man was being held.

"ding!" a hidden weapon was waved away by Lycia, who had just arrived.

"How about you!" Buchton straightened up with his sword in his hands. "What about the soldiers?"

"ding!" Lycia didn't have time to answer his question, waving her weapon in the air.

The boar man spread his hands and pressed his chest against the iron fence.

He hadn't reverted back to his human form, his head was completely covered with newly grown bristles, and two fangs had come out of his mouth.

Any creature needs to rest, and Buchton's irregular wake-up call has made the boar man who has not rested for two days almost collapse.

"Roar!" he let out a howl, but Buchton pressed the hilt of his sword to his throat.

The attack came to an abrupt halt, and a bolt of lightning struck Buchton's sword on a sunny night.

White lightning followed the sword towards the boar man.

Lycia watched as the electric light reflected the boar-man's bones, and even the fangs had lines that looked like lightning.

She even smelled the burning fur.

The flesh and skin of the boar people are constantly turning outward, and their bodies are constantly growing.

"Roar!"

The circle of confinement drawn on the door had been cracked by the passage of lightning.

The boar man held the iron fence with both hands and easily pushed it away and threw it aside.

There was a golden moon in his blood-red eyes.

Lycia used the ring of thorns to swing her silver blade at the boarman.

The ground is shaking.

Every brick is shaking.

The air was full of dust.

The boar man had a pair of sharp claws, and when she swung at Lycia, she subconsciously dodged it.

The claws fall to the ground.

"Roar!" another roar.

The ground shook more and more, and the soldiers at the outer gate only looked frightened and did not dare to approach.

A vine emerged from the ground and wrapped around Lycia's ankle, unable to drag her into the half-liquefied earth.

Sand and gravel scrambled to fill her nose and mouth.

The boar man landed on all fours and ran towards the door.

Buchton almost sank into the ground, but the shaking stopped, and the ground was solid again.

He had already taken a step to chase the boar man, but stopped at the door.

"Go find something to dig up this field!"

He walked over to where Lycia had sunk and used his sword to pick out the dirt.

Lycia's head was dizzy, she couldn't hear anything, and the sand was blocking her ears.

She couldn't breathe, she couldn't speak, she couldn't move every finger.

When a white light flashed in her brain, Lycia thought she was dead.

The silver thorn she had been holding in her hand moved.

Almost instinctively.

Lycia's muscles burst with the last of their strength.

She turned her right arm.

The soil cracked in the direction of her arm.

Buchton thrust his sword into the crevice, and with all his might, pry the clod loose.

Lycia felt the force pressing on her suddenly become much smaller.

The vines were still wrapped around her feet.

Lycia thought of her six-pointed star, and she focused her attention on her ankle.

After a moment of looseness, Lycia struggled to turn her arms again, towards the other side.

Buchton hurriedly stepped aside.

The ground is torn apart.

A girl covered in blood crawled out of the ground, the silver halo on her raised right hand was very dazzling, she raised her head, and the dust fell.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is Shura.

But in the eyes of Dimitoli, who had just arrived, there were others.

It is more like a god in distress, appearing from the sludge into the world.

Lycia's left hand grabbed a clump of brown vines that were struggling, then cut through the middle and tossed aside.

"Where's Caroline?" she looked up and looked around, and when she made sure that Caroline hadn't happened to her, and that she was among them, Lycia felt a black look in front of her eyes and was about to faint again.

'No, I can't. I can't just hold on for a short time every time. Lycia shook her head and wiped her nose with the back of her hand, and although the dust in her nose was gone, her face was still full of clotted mud with blood.

"Hand on!" Lycia pushed her spirits, casually stretched out her left hand, and then stepped up with her right foot.

Dimitorius took her left hand in one hand and her scarred elbow with the other, pulling her out of the mud puddle.

"Although the boar man escaped, you were not plotted. ”

Lycia laughed dryly. "yes. ”