The dust kicked up by the winds of the wasteland obscured the sky and obscured the view. Joan of Arc was pinched between the tentacles resembling "fingers" and moved towards the nearest altar. Joan of Arc's incapable mind flashed the impression that she had been burned at the stake, and her narrowed pupils reflected air distorted by the flames.

Who's going to save me......

Joan of Arc's blank mind suddenly flashed through this sentence, which was the cry of millions of despairs finally condensed.

Demon Slash Sword No. 7 "A Kamikaze Slash"!

A streamer of light passed through Joan of Arc's vision, and a sense of weightlessness suddenly appeared. A pair of broad arms and wrists caught her, and Joan of Arc's numb brain couldn't think of anything, just stared blankly at the comer. In the dark and dusty eyes, there is a faint light from the bottom of the heart.

"If there is no desperation, there is no plunder. So, take hope from me. ”

Joan of Arc closed her eyes peacefully and clasped her hands around Calamity's neck. The wreckage of Valhalla not far away dissipated with the wasteland wind, and the two remaining blackened Heroic Spirits also showed respect for Calamity in the dissipation.

There was no pain in the other with another severed arm, but the huge body was a little sluggish in its reactions. By the time it noticed Calamity and lifted its feet, the remains of Valhalla had just finished dissipating.

Calamity pointed his sword at the other, and his eyes, which were originally normal, became cold and abnormal in an instant, and said in a deep voice: "Silence it! Lilith!" For the first time, the blood-colored octagonal tooth pupils diffused with a strange red light, flashing like a heart.

Demon Slashing Sword One Five: "One Knife and Two Breaks"!

The bleeding curtain spreads and splits the other in two like an aurora. Not only that, but the remaining two halves of his body were constantly being eroded by blood, and in just a few breaths, he had turned into dirty blood and poured down. The other other, who was originally relatively close, was also about to rush to the disaster at this time, and the other who was "killed" by Joan of Arc before seemed to be about to be resurrected.

"The ghost is not gone, Lilith, change!" Scourge is far less experienced with this kind of thing than Night Stalkers.

Calamity closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a light that could not be concealed came out.

"Ground... The word "...... of hell" echoed in the night owl's throat like a leaky clay pot. Night Stalker looked at Joan of Arc in his hand and instinctively wanted to throw it away, but another thought stopped him.

"Hmph, troublesome fellow. The night owl looked gloomily at this hellish landscape and snorted coldly, "Seven days, that's enough." ”

A huge fist smashed down in the face!

The night owl slammed his unequal hand against the other's fist, and the strong wind pressure even blew a small tornado. The night owl glowed with excitement and shouted irrepressibly, "Other!!!!!!!!!!!!ah!!!!!!!!!!"

With one punch, the Night Stalker blasted the other into restarting the reading with a punch.

【......】

"For each other around them that dies, the resurrection time of the dead other is doubled. The night owl glanced at the other who was about to resurrect on the other side and said impatiently, "You won't turn over these details of my memory by yourself!

【......！】

"What?" the night owl stopped abruptly, then with a black line on his face, "Are you stupid people? Are you running in the opposite direction, are you going to run to that Fate Clock Ji?"

【............】

"Got it!" The "well" on the night owl's forehead was about to burst.

With that, the Night Stalker hugged Joan of Arc and ran towards the Evil Spirit Nightmare. Compared to using the experience of the night stalker to run fast, the night stalker's method is more skilled and violent, directly throwing himself up and flying...... Observing this method, the calamity was speechless, and common sense was not universal.

And although the memories of the calamity and the night owl are common, there are also differences.

For example, a candidate who has turned over a bad book and a candidate who has taken the luo exam give them books at the same time. The former will find the answer quickly, while the latter will have to look at the table of contents little by little. Although the books are the same, the level of familiarity with the books is not the same. The same is true of Misfortune, who has no memory of this habit-like method.

The night owl's impatience with the disaster is like Einstein asking you how, breathe, breathe!

How do you explain this instinctive thing? I feel like I'm 2 forced to explain it seriously!

【1428！】

"Do you want to start a war!" the night owl reacted, his face full of unmistakable anger.

【............】

"MD, I'm not stupid now! I turned over your memory for the first time just now, and I remembered all the things about that dead woman!"

【......】

This sentence was like a basin of cold water pouring the night owl into the heart, and the night owl's heart was filled with an unknown chill. Anyone who has been restrained by a former woman's observation for so long will not be in a good mood. The Night Stalker, who possessed a fraction of the wisdom of the Calamity, now remembered those things, and trembled with fear in thought. Sure enough, wisdom is not a good thing, and the night stalker once again denies wisdom, and has some associated fear of the wisdom of the calamity itself.

Suddenly, the night owl frowned, and unceremoniously used his magic sword to slash a half-moon slash at the left rear.

A shadow took a small half step back to avoid the edge.

Calamity turned around and stood firmly, staring intently at the slightly blurred shadow.

"You ......"

The ripples of negative color instantly spread to a radius of I don't know how many meters, and the scenery full of night owls was covered with negative colors. At this time, a thing that was too big to speak suddenly slammed down.

Without hesitation, the Night Stalker rolled to the right to dodge the blunt blow that smashed the ground.

"You... It can move. It seemed to be a girl's voice, but there was always a strange feeling mixed in with hoarseness.

The night stalker saw clearly on the other side, a huge wheeled mechanical monster, not even in human form.

The negative-colored scenery flows again, and the night stalker is pretty sure that this is something like the ability to stand still in time. Unfortunately, the Great Demon's ability perfectly restrains all time-based abilities. It's just that the night owl has a hazy sense of immediacy.

【............】

"Hah, you say this guy is a mechanical god?" The night stalker didn't think like a god for the first time.

【............】

"Hey, hey, hey, I used to be in hell, but I met something and cut anything, who cares about him. "The Night Stalker has a very uncomfortable feeling about this wheeled mechanical god. Intuition tells the night owl that he doesn't care about anything, cut it first!

And so he did!

The night owl picked up the magic sword and threw the unpleasant thing out as a javelin, and the straight track made people doubt if they could hit it.

Bang!

The wheel-shaped machine god was smashed by the magic sword without moving, and the wheel was cut into two semicircles.

[............] Woe day complains and taunts.

"Hehe, it's just that I was silenced with my ability. As for so sour?" the night owl walked over and picked up the magic sword.

【......！】

"Huh?" a large whirlwind of night owls left their original positions.

The suspended fragmented parts form a wheel in the blink of an eye, and the feeling is that this is not yet a whole cast, but assembled.

【............】Calamity was a little worried about the Misfortune Dream.

"I know. We can't get away without solving this guy. "Night owls don't want to be chased by a ring behind their butts.

【..................】

"Don't talk nonsense!" the night stalker grew more and more irritable and roared, "Hell is better than you!" Feeling the night stalker's whole body rioting, Woe Tian chose to remain silent. The night stalker's current mental state is very wrong, probably because he has devoured a part of the calamity. The increase in IQ will put the night stalker into some contradictions, which is also helpless.

The night owl gasped and looked at the cumbersome Joan of Arc in his hands, his eyes very uncertain.

"Woman......" The night owl's teeth grinded with a creaking voice.

【......！】

"I know, I'm just...... Thinking too much. The night owl laughed at himself, and then put the distractions away. The night stalkers can still tell the priorities, but they just accepted too many things at once and made them a little uneasy.

【......】

"I don't want to get involved with that fate clock. Lao Tzu is now allergic to women!" After the night owl abandoned his distracting thoughts, his former madness was revealed little by little.