Watching Mira Rosai ride away on a broomstick, Yahara also took out the evil in front of him, adjusted his spirit, and made sure to be in the best condition.

Although he was not attacking as the main force, Jabaliya's terrifying and devouring momentum really left a good impression on him. So he's going to have to make a mistake in the case of Milaro.

The monster's roar sounded, and the tremor of the ground turned from slight to intense, and the black scales slowly crawled across the roof as Yahara watched intently.

And at the front, Mira Rossai faced the bitter cold wind, waving his wand and constantly releasing all kinds of powerful magic:

Ice spears, fireballs, blades of wind and thunder......

A roar of anger resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the pitch-black scales on Jabaliya's body, which were strong enough to withstand the heat of the lava, cracked apart one by one......

The huge body brought a huge shadow, and Jabaliya swung his limbs fiercely towards the pre-dug crater, and the scarlet giant eyes stared at the mira rosasay in the air, bound to kill the bug that harassed him!

Suspended in mid-air, Yahara suddenly pulled out his long knife, stepped on the soles of his feet, and his body appeared above the giant crater almost instantly.

The long knife in his hand, mixed with the fierce sound of breaking wind, on the blade, the surging flames suddenly burst out, forming a huge flame sword shadow, which looked extremely powerful.

Like the brightest star in the night, Jabaliya, who was chasing Mira Rossai, was stunned, his head was high, and a wave of heat erupted viciously from his nostrils, and he turned his direction slightly!

Seeing the giant beast galloping continuously, a sneer appeared on the face of the night plain face that was illuminated by the firelight.

With a movement in his heart, he urged the elemental magic blessing technique, and a crimson flame slowly rose from behind him, gradually rising up, and after a while, it filled this small piece of heaven and earth.

With a loud bang, Jabaliya fell into the crater with the dust and mist in the sky, and his fierce huge eyes glowed with bloodthirsty hideousness, and let out an unwilling roar.

The crimson flames in the sky suddenly began to spin rapidly at a certain moment, turning into a funnel and slamming towards Jabaliya in the huge crater!

It just so happened that at this time, Mira Rossai also rushed to the scene, and her eyes quickly scanned the night and below, revealing a playful smile: "Mr. Night Plain, you are ......"

"It's just a little help, it's just enough to tickle Jabaliya, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sudden, scalding pain caused Jabaliya to raise his head and let out a sharp roar, and the sporadic flames on his back that had not yet burned out clearly demonstrated the power of Yahara's blow.

The scales are charred and shattered, revealing some of the blood-red flesh.

"It's hard enough." Yahara raised his eyebrows slightly, if he met this blow with Onimai Tsuji, I am afraid that the blood on his body would be evaporated in between breaths, and he would not even be able to split and escape.

But Jabaliya only lost some scales?

"Now, it's my time." Her eyes became colder and colder, and Mira Rossai said indifferently, and above her and Yahara, a dense array of slender swords appeared out of thin air.

The sword tilted, the tip locked onto Jabaliya with the murderous aura of Senhan, and fell with the resoluteness of Mira Rossai!

"Roar!"

The dense rain of swords was like a continuous raindrop in the sky, frantically polishing the brutal rock of Jabaliya.

Not only that, but powerful magical spells such as thunder, icicles, and flames were wildly sprinkled by Mira Rossai on the creatures in the pit.

The sound of the wind cracking sounded one after another, and Jabaliya threw up his head to spew out a terrifying heat wave, ignoring the pain in his body, and tried to fend off the storm along the inner walls of the crater.

Hearing Jabaliya's roar and the sticky flesh falling down, Yahara's heart trembled a few times, and he vaguely measured the strength of Mira Rossai in his heart.

Except for Satoru Gojo and Anatoly, who didn't know the depths, it was the first time he had seen someone of such strength.

She deserves to be a veteran witch!

It's just that as the frequency of Milaros's attacks became more and more manic, a sickly smile appeared on her face, her eyebrows were upside down, her long supple hair was messy, and her momentum was even more crazy.

Just as he was thinking about the strength of the mysterious princess and the witch of the king in front of him, Katarina, in a trance, an object flew past the side of the night plain.

Crash down a house!

The familiar smell of rust wafted in, and Yahara wiped a handful of the slippery, warm liquid on his face—blood.

Turning his head to look at the black object buried under the rubble, it was Jabaliya's head, the cut neat and sharp, gurgling with blood and eroding the ground.

"Mr. Yahara, I remember."

Listening to this somewhat unfamiliar voice, Yahara's back was numb, as cold as falling into an ice cellar: "What? ”

Mira Rossai slowly lowered his height like a forensic doctor about to dissect a corpse, and waved his wand to shred up Jabaliya's body, and the scattered flesh foam melted into the night and disappeared into the city.

There is no more gentle, kind princess, and standing in front of Yahara is a crazy witch who is extremely dark.

The former princess Mira Rosse has a forbidden lover because the other party is a baker with an underground status.

Although they trust each other and love each other, they expose this deformed relationship in the worst case.

Princess Mira Rossai became pregnant, and the news quickly spread throughout the country.

In order to gain the king's approval, the baker went to confess everything to the king, and in exchange for the other party's suppressed anger, he said lightly: "Execute the servant!" ”

To vent his anger and warn the princess, the king himself dragged the baker through the city in a carriage, stripped off his nails, plucked out his teeth, and threw him into the water to wander between life and death for two months, where he was tortured every day.

And the end is that he is burned at the stake in front of Mira Rossai, and his bones are completely destroyed.

Mira Rossai, who is a witch, is spared death, but the child in her womb is cleverly killed by the king's doctor in order to cut off the remaining thoughts.

"So, this is the end of Mira Rossai's life, because her soul is dead." Mirarasai rubbed the blood of Jabaliya on her hands in disgust as she told the story.

"As you can probably guess, I got someone else to write that letter, drove the king out of the castle, and cursed him to be the black dragon at the cost of my magic and memory."

"In order to let him taste my despair, unable to restrain himself from slaughtering the people he loves, destroying this country he loves!"

The story that follows her script perfectly, and even if there is a plan that goes smoothly with three outsiders, a thick chill wells up in Yahara's heart, and her heart can't stop beating violently.

"The story is very good, so who are you now?"

Unexpectedly calm, even if his heartbeat is flustered, Yahara still speaks as if he were a friend, just like during the day.

Mira Rossai stepped on the creaking snow, walked around the giant pit, and suddenly turned his head to look at Yahara, revealing a smile entwined with dark emotions:

"Mr. Yahara, you're just like me!"