In the east, the belly of the fish was white, and before the first rays of sunlight had passed through the forest, a huge black shadow swept through the sky and flew towards the place where the smoke of the cooking in the jungle had risen. {Starter}

The gargoyle gathered its wings, the red gems in its eyes glittered a few times, and landed silently outside the village in a light posture that contrasted strongly with its massive body. It cautiously observed the movement around it, and after making sure it didn't attract any attention, its abdomen silently cracked open in the middle.

Devon, with a gloomy face, emerged from the gargoyle's belly, his eyes still unhealed, but simply treated with a bandage. El's feathered arrows plunged straight into his eye sockets, spinning with force that tossed half of his little head into a pulp. This kind of injury is not fatal to the cursed priest, but it is indeed difficult to remedy.

It's just that the credit of capturing the Dancing Light Snake is really tempting, so he has to endure the pain and rush over to swallow it alone. The ghoul force led by Cross must have attracted the hunter's attention.

As a spellcaster, Devon was well aware of the terrible power of nature in the primeval forest, and believed that the hunter would be entangled with Cross for a long time. And this time is just the right time for him to act in secrecy.

As soon as he left the gargoyle protection, Devon released his arrow protection, and he still had lingering fears about the hunter's archery. This spell fluctuation may have caught Tiana's attention, but he is sure that the girl has not recovered yet.

Devon spread out his palm, and a black mud-like mass slowly squirmed in the palm of his hand, and as it moved, the cursed priest's gaze fell on the only noble mansion in the village.

The house was empty, and there wasn't even a watchdog. A rudimentary door lock is not an obstacle at all, and it doesn't even require a complete unlocking technique. Devon himself couldn't believe the success of the infiltration process, and he stood outside the door of his dorm and cautiously probed to find no magic alarms or traps.

Could it be that the woman's mental strength is really overdrawn? Devon still had concerns in his heart, and although he had already detected that his target was behind this door, he hesitated to act immediately. The Serpent's nickname didn't come out of nowhere, and in the past three months of multiple conflicts with the Sect, at least twenty Cursed Cultists and three Cursed Priests had been planted in her hands.

Thinking too much at this time for fear of delaying the opportunity, Devon made up his mind and cautiously pushed open the door, his other hand hidden in his sleeve holding a black metal rope.

This is a capture item specially made for the Dancing Serpent by the alchemists of the sect, and the living metal with the power of the curse can quickly bind the target without harming it, and can also prevent the target's magic from condensing. The prototype of this prop comes from the sex toys that have been circulated among the upper nobles, and it has many years of accumulated experience in dealing with girls.

The moment he pushed the door open, Devon raised his hand and threw the black rope into the bedroom. The black rope shook in mid-air, and lightning rushed between the futons, and the girl's screams were immediately heard from the bed.

This thing is so easy to use?Devin looked at the petite body that kept twisting and struggling under the quilt, and couldn't help but have some thoughts in his head that shouldn't have it. He mentally wondered if he would order a few more of these ropes for critical research when he got back, and walked into the bedroom.

As he approached the head of the bed and was about to speak, he suddenly felt that something was not quite right. Devin jerked open the quilt, revealing the panting girl inside.

Tika, who was wearing only pajamas, had her hands tied behind her back, and the black rope was tightly wrapped around her, highlighting the girl's immature breasts. Originally, in order to prevent the target from chanting the incantation, the rope circled around the girl's neck three times, and Tika struggled desperately in panic, but instead tightened and suffocated.

The tracker in his hand showed that the target was in the room, and Devon thought he had just seen Tiana's long moon-white hair scattered outside the quilt. But when he lifted the quilt and found traces of the shattering of the illusion, Devon's fingers couldn't help but tremble, and he finally realized that he had stepped into a trap, but it was too late.

The light in the air behind her distorted, and Tiana pounced out of the shadows behind the door, using all her strength to curse the back of the cleric with the broken staff.

A scorching glow erupted from the wand's break, illuminating the room as if it were day. A large number of light elements converged, but because there was no time or conditions to form a spell, it directly turned into the most primitive elemental torrent.

Gunpowder, which was not loaded into the cartridge case, still possessed intense flammability. The elemental torrent formed by the condensation of the light element emitted an astonishing heat in an instant, scorching everything around it like a flame.

Devon let out an unhuman scream, barely composing the simplest of spell syllables, breaking a small gap in the torrent of Discord's elementals. With billowing black smoke from his body, he took a few steps forward, smashed the window and fell headlong.

Tiana's body shook a little, and her face was as pale as paper. All that was left of her staff was a mass of charcoal, and the damage of the elemental torrent did not distinguish between friend and foe, and it also left a burning mark on her body. The hands holding the staff were already charred black, and even their faces were blistered.

The girl endured the pain and quickly untied the black rope that bound Tika's body and rescued the innocent girl. Black ropes are easy to handle without guidance, probably due to the special needs of some nobles who are powerless.

She was awakened from the moment the cursed priest cast the spell, and as her opponent expected, she did not recover. Without enough rest, she can only take advantage of her opponent's thinking mistakes to create such a simple trap. Although it makes Tiana feel guilty for implicating ordinary people, she has no choice now.

"Ahem...... What's going on?" Tika, who had escaped from the ropes, clutched her throat and stared at Tiana in horror, she had no idea what was happening.

"It's not safe here, find a place to hide right away. Tiana threw the black rope into a corner, the metal cutting through her charred palms, and the blood dripping on the white sheets stood out.

"Ahh......h

"It's okay, leave it alone, where's the kitchen?" asked Tiana, biting her lip and snapping into it.

"Turn right behind the stairs. ”

Tiana nodded, turned and sped away. She didn't know how long the damage she had inflicted on the Cursed Priest would last, and based on past experience, there were many ways for such low-level priests to regain their strength. Rather than hoping for the weakness of the enemy, it is more practical to arm yourself first.

The kitchen of the lord's house may be a paradise for the average villager, and there is always a rich variety of food for the owner and his relatives and friends to enjoy. Even the most stingy aristocratic lord will not lack the most basic reserves of ham, cheese, red wine and white bread in the kitchen, which many villagers will not eat in their lifetime.

Despite not eating since last night, hunger is not Tiana's biggest threat. She just grabbed a piece of cheese and shoved it into her mouth, swallowing it as she scrambled to find the right weapon. In the eyes of the most dangerous wanted criminals in the northern counties, the kitchen in each noble mansion was synonymous with a small armory.

Raw cheese is sour and greasy and difficult to swallow, but fortunately it provides a lot of calories. Tiana took the chopping knife in her hand, picked up a small bag of flour and a few knives, kicked open the back door and went straight to the front yard.

Devin struggled to crawl out of the hospital with both hands and feet, and the elemental torrent that erupted close to him left a huge wound on his back, and almost half of his internal organs were in a half-cooked state. He stretched out his tongue, trying to curse the crazy girl in the most vicious language, but the fear in his heart was urging him to flee as soon as possible.

He finally understood why the archbishop favored the young girl and even offered a bounty to capture and surrender alive. When it comes to ruthlessness, Tiana is above the vast majority of the cult of the Damned. She is ruthless to the enemy, and she is ruthless enough to herself, like this kind of trap that ends all together, with Divin's cautious and cautious character, she will not consider it at all, so she did not take corresponding precautions, and the result was naturally miserable.

Swift footsteps approached from behind, and Devin looked up to see Tiana rushing towards him with a kitchen knife, her eyes red from smoke, and a strange smile on her face mixed with flour and soot like a ghostly charm. The shattered black cloak fluttered through the air as it ran, and the gooey substance like yellow and white brains hung from the side of its mouth, which looked like a demon.

The cursed priest, who pretends to be a ghost for a living, is scared to pee for the first time in his life.

Aren't you a nobleman? Aren't you a magician? An alpaca beast rushed through Devon's heart, and he didn't care about the injury, he stretched out a hand and slid quickly through the air, and the few magic talismans left on his waist burst one after another, spewing out black gas. He is already half an undead creature, so he rarely carries protective talismans on his body, but mostly props of various instantaneous curse spells.

Tiana's dash was fast, and the curse spell that Devon had unleashed in her hurry didn't lock onto its target, passing by her. Only a curse spell struck her chest, and the girl snorted and fell to her knees, but at that moment she also threw the bag of flour in her hand at the Cursed Clergy.

The flour pouch blocked another curse spell and exploded between the two of them, sending a white mist in the air. Devon wanted to chant the spell, but he choked on the flour in his throat and coughed wildly.

As the flour in the air gradually drifted away, the Cursed Clergy was horrified to see the girl struggling to her feet, black blood still dripping from the corners of her mouth. Tiana spat blood from her mouth and staggered on her feet, but her eyes remained steadfast and her kitchen knife was still clenched in her hand.

The Cursed Priest finally realized that it was impossible for the girl in front of him to be captured alive, and if he didn't kill him, he would be the one who died.

The Snake of Light is extremely experienced in combat, and he has never been able to unleash a full spell from start to finish, but Devon still has a back hand, and he can also direct his own gargoyles through telepathy. The fear of death led him to abandon the command to capture the girl alive, and all he had to think about at this moment was to escape from the demon in front of him.

Kill her! Kill her! Tear her apart! Devon commanded in his mind over and over again, he sensed that the gargoyle was already flying towards him, and if he delayed for a few more seconds, the sharp claws would tear apart the girl's weak body, and Devon could already imagine the bloody sight of his limbs and internal organs flying.

Tiana, of course, couldn't afford to give her opponent a few seconds to breathe, she knew better than anyone how terrible it was to curse the priest. The sound of breaking the sky in the sky was getting closer and closer, and there was no need to think about it to know that it was not a danger that the extremely weak self could fight against now. Death is inevitable, but at least until then, the enemy must be destroyed!

The glittering kitchen knife fell on his head and slashed at the arm of the Cursed Clergy that stood in front of his chest. Divin's screams stopped abruptly, and a dinner knife stabbed him in the mouth. The caster who had lost the protection of his spell was even weaker than a normal person, and he had not thought about how to deal with such a tragic situation.

The kitchen knife was raised high and fell again, slashing at Devon's chest and chopping his ribs. Deven finally fell into true despair. He saw clearly in the girl's eyes a meaning-

I go to hell with you!

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