readx;? A fist-sized black hedron was grasped in Sigmund's hand, and Lulutia's father, Marquis Sharp, the owner of the city of Lyas, was half-on his knees, and a pair of twin swords had been disconnected in the previous battle, and the purple electricity that had been entwined was extinguished. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The result of the battle was obvious, Marquis Sharp, who had been dragged down by government affairs and had been slowing down his cultivation, was far from being the opponent of this crimson war ghost.

"In hell, repent of your weakness!"

Sigmund tucked the Dark Stone into a special box and held up his battle axe with one hand, dangling it above Sharp's head.

The light blue test tube was gently tossed into the sky, and the black-haired arcanist pushed the monocle, and the test tube exploded in midair, dragging the solution into thin rays and falling.

Sigmund's tomahawk didn't have time to fall before it shifted direction to block the strange ray.

The moment the ray hit, it was transformed into an extremely cold spread, and the crimson fighting qi had no blocking effect at all, and the huge battle axe and Sigmund's right arm were frozen together, and the urging fighting qi could not break free.

"It's just seven-ring magic, though. The black-haired arcanist entered Sigmund's field of vision, "The level of pressure magic is not too high, but it is also an ultra-low temperature controlled within three to four degrees Celsius of absolute zero. If anything, the casting materials are a bit too expensive. ”

Unlike ordinary magicians in robes, the person who came was dressed in a simple and neat black dress, more like a gentleman attending a banquet than a magician.

Sigmund lunged the power into his right arm, and the red light skyrocketed, and the frozen ice held out for a few seconds before it was broken. Sigmund scoffed at this guy's words, ordinary seven-ring magic couldn't break through his red flame fighting qi at all, and it was even difficult to affect him.

"The Magic Council?" Sigmund asked condescendingly.

"Alinge, Lucien Evans. The black-haired arcanist introduced himself.

The war ghost took the great axe and watched him, Sigmund had no idea of confronting the Magic Council for the time being, he did love to fight, and ravaging the battlefield was his greatest hobby. But he's not stupid.

Lucien also looked at the other party vigilantly, in terms of absolute strength, he was still worse than the war ghost, Lucian's extreme cold ray that he had just cast was actually an exclusive spell, and it was indeed only the power of the seven rings when used directly, but if it was cast with the help of extremely expensive high-grade spell casting materials, the power level was comparable to that of the nine rings.

If it was a relatively weak gold-level warrior, that extremely cold ray just now could freeze him into a lifeless ice sculpture.

"The Magic Council has struck. Sigmund smiled dangerously, "Then forget it." ”

A loud bang rang out throughout the city, and Sigmund leapt upwards with all his might, and a dark red shadow flew through the dark night sky, catching him.

It's a combat airship that's bigger than a regular airship, and the hideous barrel sticking out of the belly of the airship lets everyone who sees it know how dangerous it is.

All of the mercenaries who infiltrated the Red Storm had already boarded the airship before, with Sigmund being the last. The war ghost stood on the side of the ship overlooking the city crumbling in flames, and the laughter lengthened as the airship quickly moved away.

Lucien did not pursue, and could not, only to watch as Sigmund fled the battlefield. And it's more important to make sure Marquis Sharp is safe than chasing the Red Storm Mercenaries.

"These unscrupulous guys......" Lucien took out a silk scarf and wiped his glasses back on, "the people above should have a headache......"

......

The Beowulf, the airship of the Red Storm, flew off into the distance under the cover of the night sky.

The black-robed man locked onto the ship's position and quickly moved forward on the ground, retrieving the Dark Spirit Stone from the hands of the war ghost, and the mission was successfully completed. It was indeed a pity that he was forced to let go of the Blue Star and the Third Prince, but this was also a last resort, and the black-robed man looked back at the city that was gradually moving away.

If the information is correct, the executor discharged by the Magic Council should be the winner of the latest Holm Crown Award, the student of the Grand Arcanist Fernando, and the youngest seven-star Arcanist Lucien Evans.

It's going to be a lot of trouble if you go head-on, and it's even more troublesome if you alarm the old guys of the Magic Council......

The black-robed man suddenly stopped, moving from a state of high-speed movement to a standstill in an instant, and a pitch-black arrow flew silently in front of him, and only the moment he passed by could he hear the sharp sound of tearing through the air.

Assassination shooting.

The black-robed man immediately looked in the direction where the arrow was flying, and a dark red figure crashed into his arms like lightning, and with the light sound of a sharp weapon piercing the leather, a blade with strange patterns rushed out from the back of the black-robed man.

The sneak attacker's dazzling blonde hair spread out at will, even as if it were a living thing, windless and automatic. If Night Moon was here, he would definitely point at the blonde girl in surprise.

Lias, who claims to only be able to attack from a distance, is not afraid of melee combat, but is also very strong.

The black-robed man exploded like a punctured balloon before recovering ten meters away, but the robe that enveloped him was torn open, revealing the black leopard head beneath the robe.

"Seven pillars of dusk, greed. The blonde girl slowly stood upright, facing the black-robed man.

"Long time no see. The leopard grinned, "Hilfield IV, if the Duke sees you like this, he must be very pleased. ”

A dangerous light flickered in the blonde girl's eyes, and in the next second, the blonde girl had approached in front of Greed, and the dark slaughter began to slash diagonally upwards from the opponent's waist.

"I have a name. ”

Greed wasn't human, but closer to an orc, his body as nimble as a real panther, and he took a step back, dodging the Dark Kill's attack before driving the wind behind him and punching the blonde girl in the abdomen, blasting her away.

Greed pulled away the torn robe and said, "I didn't know you had the courage to underestimate me, I'm not a weak mage, Hilfield IV. ”

"I have my name. The blonde girl struggled to her feet with her hands on her laurels, "My name is Gnievele!"

Lias is just a blonde girl's pseudonym, just like "Sallyster", her real name is Gnavier Hilfield Isaac.

"What's the point?" Greed seemed to appreciate the blonde girl's struggle, "I advise you to return to the temple by yourself, so I don't have to do anything." ”

"Go back?" said a bitter smile at the corner of Gnevele's mouth, "and then be locked up in a cramped cage by you, living a life of eating carrion and drinking muddy water every day?"

The light cast by the red moon and sparse stars was distorted unconsciously, as if swallowed by something, and true darkness descended.

"Can you open the door on your own?" came from the darkness with a greedy clapping voice, "Shall I praise you, Hilfield IV?"

The black realm shook, and after only three seconds, countless cyan blades broke through the dark realm under the night, and everything returned to normal.

As a leader-level figure of the Dusk Temple, greed is much stronger than those previous vampires, and opening the Elemental Realm Gate to exclude all non-dark elemental realms is completely unable to suppress the other party.

When he regained his gaze, Greed saw Gnavele's eyes without a hint of panic.

Angelic wings, just as black as ink.

The blonde girl spread out her black wings behind her. (To be continued.) )