Lycia grabbed the chain with one hand, and Selene fell into the sea.

"Summon!" Lycia shouted, and Miss Krille was too busy to take care of herself, let alone come to her aid, pinning all her hopes on whether she could summon the Black Knight and the Undead Warhorse.

There was no movement, nothing appeared.

Lycia was starting to panic, her hands could hold up long enough, but the Grim Reaper had already raised her scythe.

Even the six-pointed star doesn't work.

Lycia let go of her hand when the cold knife touched the back of her hand.

The body fell downward like a straight line.

"Power" The strange words she saw in the book appeared in front of her eyes, and she slowly read them out.

Suddenly, from behind her, a membrane wing unfurled, and the original downward trend stopped.

The wind blew its wings and carried Lycia upward.

"Selene!" the silver ring of thorns rolled up a droplet, pushing away the mist and heading straight for Lycia.

'It's my thing, it's my power!' Lycia finally had this clear realization.

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Lycia stopped the carriage.

"You're going to Barbalic?" neighed the horse as he raised his front hooves before stopping.

Lycia nodded. "Yes. ”

Dimitoli bent down and stretched out his right palm, and a golden dragon scale lay in the palm of his palm. "Take it with you. ”

Lycia had completely calmed down from the girl's heart just now, and she was only thinking that this golden dragon scale must be a good thing, maybe it was a life-saving thing.

Continuing to think about things in love can be exhausting, and it will keep her in a state of self-touching and intoxication, and she will miss out on a lot of good things.

So Lycia decided to take the scales. "Thank you. ”

Dimitri nodded. He seemed to want to say something, but swallowed it in the end, and he just gave Lycia a deep look.

Then he turned the horse's head around and walked away slowly.

Lycia saw a six-pointed star rushing towards her from the top of Dimitri's head, and at night, it was exceptionally shining, and if it had arrived earlier, it would have been different, Lycia did not know.

*

After two days of traveling, they finally arrived at the city of Akid, which was closest to the Bridge of the Holy War.

The village of Akid is far from the Bey and Duo rivers, and although it is close to the Eye of the Dead Sea, it receives very little rainfall.

So it was very dry, the sky was full of wind and sand, and the sky was yellow.

Lycia touched her stomach, which had been tormented by dry food for the past few days, and proposed to eat a bowl of hot soup before going to the bridge.

"Absolutely. Miss Krier finally closed the book, took off her glasses, and jumped out of the car.

However, there is only one tavern in the village, and from the door of the tavern, you can see the bridge of holy war in front of you.

"Beef stew with potatoes. Lycia ordered a dish, and the store served Lycia a bowl of mush in a pot that was so sticky that she couldn't tell what the ingredients were.

Lycia took a sip, it was very, very salty, and dry, not soup at all.

I can't chew the brown bread that comes with it.

I had to order another pot of coarse tea to eat a little bit.

"It seems that the desire to have a good meal before going to the bridge cannot be satisfied. Lycia barely fed.

The boss, dressed in a woolen vest, stepped forward to clean up the table for Lycia and the others, just in time to hear her exclamation.

"Are you going to the Barbatizi area?" the boss didn't care if Lycia said that the food he made was unpalatable, and he probably knew it was unpalatable.

Krille nodded, since she got out of the carriage, she had turned off the heraldic power and became normal.

"I think it's weird to say. The boss put the soup bowl and spoon, as well as the basket of bread, into the large basin and brought it up. "It's been five days since I saw anyone coming down the bridge of jihad. ”

Lycia and Miss Krille looked at each other.

"What about usual, sir?" asked Lycia.

She unconsciously touched Selene and Shortblade were still there.

"Normally, although there are not many people, one or two people always come over one after another every day. The boss casually wiped the table with the towel on his shoulder, and grabbed a silver coin on the countertop.

"I didn't have anyone for five days, so it felt a little wrong. Lycia said.

Krille put two pieces of black bread in the bag and nodded. "Maybe there's something wrong on the bridge, be careful when you get on the bridge. ”

Lycia didn't plan to give up, but since Miss Krille had said so, Lycia had no reason to back down.

"The divination turned out that we would go well on this trip. Lycia comforted herself.

But Krille didn't seem to care, she changed into a pair of hard-soled shoes, and then threw away the soft shoes she wore in the carriage.

Lycia wore legging shoes, a deerskin fleece apron, and a dark windproof cowhide waistcoat.

"Let's rest in the carriage at night. "Teacher Clare hasn't slept in two days. "Then we're ready to go to the bridge, you carry your bag. “

Lycia picked up her heavy bag, put on her hat, and fastened her straps.

Step by step, he and Krier walked in the direction of the bridge.

The outline of the Bridge of Holy War became clearer and clearer, and the air became damp for a moment, and the whirring cold wind made Lycia's face ache.

A huge sculpture of a war horse at the head of the bridge is also becoming clearer and clearer.

The sculpture of the horse comes to life, as if it will be running towards you in the next moment.

"Is there supposed to be a knight on this statue?" Lycia observed for the first time so close.

Previously it was only seen on the drawings of the travelogue.

This time, when I looked at it up close, I was not as tall as a horse's calf, and I felt very shocked.

"Indeed, you can see that there are still stones on the stirrups that have not been completely broken, and it is clear that there were people before. Like Lycia, Krille looked at the tall horses.

"People who have been to Barbalizi say that it was the Black Knight on the horse. Krille tied a cloth to her face.

Lycia nodded, she didn't think, she was sure, because the horse chew and stirrups were all too familiar to her, and the patterns and styles were exactly the same as the undead horses of the Black Knight that she had summoned.

The closer Lycia got, the hotter the mark on her neck became, presumably sensing the statue and the Bridge of Holy War in the Eye of the Dead Sea.

The moment she stepped onto the bridge, the cold wind mixed with the water vapor became even more biting, and Lycia felt that a thin layer of ice had formed on her clothes.

"It's cold. She said.

But Lady Krille has turned on the power of heraldry, the power of the Ring of Paraka, allowing her to accomplish her own things without any negative factors.

Lycia no longer shouted cold, she was already ten steps behind Teacher Kriel, and hurried a few steps to catch up.

The bridge deck is very wide, paved with iron chains and wooden planks, and the road on the bridge is easy to walk because the planks are relatively intact.

But less than fifty planks of wood were walked out, and the exposed iron chains could already be seen.

"Miss Kreel, when you came before, was the Bridge of Holy War destroyed like this?" asked Lycia.

"Most of the planks were destroyed during the jihad, but when I came, they didn't seem to be so sturdy. Krille demonstrated stepping onto a plank that looked a little damp.

With just a slight exertion, the plank suddenly lost its bearing capacity and turned into wisps of sawdust that kept falling.

Lycia couldn't help but look down at the water.

The fog in the strait obscures the original appearance of the sea, giving the impression that there is no bottom below.

"Don't look. Miss Clariel took a step forward, and she seemed to adjust to Lycia's pace, slowing down a little. "Don't look at the sea, or you'll jump in. ”

Lycia glanced back at the sculpture of the horse, and from the bridge, it seemed to have changed its orientation.

Originally, from the bridge, it was supposed to be facing back, but in fact, the horse's body seemed to have moved sideways at about 45 degrees.

"Be careful! don't step on boards that are distinctly different in color than the ones around!" Krille reminded Lycia aloud.

She accidentally stepped on a rotten plank because she looked back at the statue, but fortunately she quickly reacted and retracted her foot, and the plank had already been broken by her and fell into the sea.

"It's a good thing that there are no others, otherwise people like you will have to squeeze you down. Krille walked to a place with a stone slab and stopped.

"So why is there no one on the bridge these days?"

Teacher Krille shrugged. "Maybe it's not cost-effective to go to the bridge now, and soon because of the fear of the Ring of Raqqa, the agitation of the Great Circle will affect the entire Barbalizi region. ”

Later, along the way, Krille barely spoke.

This also affected Lycia, who is also a person who will not be half-hearted when she enters the state.

So the speed at which the two of them began to walk gradually faster, and Lycia became more proficient in jumping on the plank.

By the time two hours had passed, the deck had wobbled slightly, and the planks were getting thinner.

And because the fog was getting thicker, they sometimes had to take a few steps back to find a way to go.

"What is this?" asked Lycia, pointing to a white mass on the edge of the bridge. "How do I feel like it's a corpse?"

Krille glanced at it. "Don't feel it, it's a corpse. ”

If you take a closer step, you can see the hair of the corpse.

"Why did you die here?" and it looked like he had just died.

This made both Kril and Lycia alarmed.

"There is no danger on the bridge, this person should have been killed. Lycia said she had read a lot about bridges and the Great Circle before she came.

Krier nodded, and she took out a little powder and sprinkled it on the corpse.

Lycia saw the powder turn into a rough silhouette of a human body in the air, and it ran desperately in the direction of Barbarizi for a few steps, and then collapsed on the bridge as if it had been shot by an arrow.

"He was dead for no more than two days, and he was killed by an arrow. Claret said.

Lycia took out Selene, which was slightly hot and shining silver.

"Is this your new weapon?" Krille hadn't seen Lycia take it out.

It was too bright, especially now that Lycia was nervous, it was even brighter.

Lycia waved the ring, temporarily driving away some of the fog.

The sight ahead was even more terrifying.

The bare bridge chain was covered with corpses, none of which looked like they had been dead for long.

"No wonder no one can come back. Is there anything on the bridge?" Lycia walked up to Krill.

"Teacher Kriel, I'll go ahead. "Either way, Lycia's heraldic power is definitely better than Kreel's.

The fog has begun to gather again, and the road that cannot be seen clearly will be more dangerous.

Lycia could only keep waving the weapon in her hand.

"Teacher, if you don't go back first, I'll go by myself. "The further you go, the more corpses there are, and Lycia can feel the danger.

But she herself is not afraid, she is afraid that she is okay alone, but it will be a little difficult to keep Krille.

"Stop talking nonsense and keep walking, the more this happens, the more it says that there is something in the Barbalici region. Instead, there was a desire in Kreel's eyes, and as a potions master, the fear of the unknown meant that new opportunities would arise.

Lycia nodded, securing the backpack tighter, if she dropped something at this point, she might never be able to find it again.

She suddenly felt a chill on her scalp, as if a gust of wind was rushing overhead.

Looking up, a mass of black rags spread out all over the place, and thin strips of cloth hung in the air, slowly turning into a man in a robe, also wearing a hood, and under the hood could only see a mouth showing teeth and white teeth, and it carried a scythe and began to hover over Lycia and Kreel's heads.

"Who?" Lycia almost greeted his mother in a friendly manner, after all, the death-like stuff shuttling through the fog was so visually striking.

Fortunately, she controlled herself and did not panic and fell into the sea.

Krille was different, her body was trembling slightly, and Lycia confirmed that she was too excited rather than too scared.

Instead of answering Lycia's question, the scythe on his back raised the scythe in his hand.

"Phew!" the scythe was blocked by Selene.

Lycia struggled to have one foot on the plank, the other on a chain.

She pushed the scythe away so hard that she could do it.

The moment the 'Grim Reaper' was pushed away, it turned into a cloud of mist and appeared behind Lycia.

The speed was too fast, and Lycia had to stabilize her body, and she didn't have time to turn around.

Thanks to Krille's reaction, she sprinkled a handful of incendiary powder.

But the flames also ignited part of the plank, forcing them to run a few more steps in the direction of Barbalizi.

Lycia found a plank to rest on and stopped.

Collier stood on another stone slab to the side.

"Be careful. "Krille just found a new potion of combat power from her bag.

The Grim Reaper swung his scythe again and slashed at Lycia's neck.

It seemed to be aimed at Lycia.

The sound of cold weapons connecting kept coming, on the bridge deck in the white mist.

Lycia didn't fall behind, and every muscle of her seemed to know how to fight.

As if giving up, the Grim Reaper stopped swinging its scythe and levitated to a height of about three meters from Lycia.

Selene had already revealed an even more intense silver glow during the battle, and the halo made it look like a round of silver flames.