As Mi'er's sword fell, she thought she could easily cut off Ashia's head.

But Asia let go, and her body fluttered in the air like a green leaf.

It was as if something was pushing her, making her fall faster, dodging Mi'er's attack this time.

Mi'er seemed to remember that when she first joined the court, the presiding judge had told her in a serious voice why she couldn't provoke the ancient species.

Because they often have special abilities that the new aliens do not have. For example, the ancient werewolves can summon the Red Moon whenever and wherever they want, but they will also have a greater physical load.

Mi'er looked at the sky with some horror, where there was only a faint crescent moon, but now it had become a red moon as big as a roulette wheel.

The whereabouts of Ahia stared at Mi'er, desperately mobilizing what little magic she had left.

She landed lightly, but her heart was already wailing. With her current state of weakness, summoning the Red Moon again is indeed an act of overdrawing her life.

But she didn't want to let her trouble provoke Jiang Qin, even if Jiang Qin was the trouble itself, but at least it shouldn't be now.

Although the limbs were full of strength again, the body was already in a state of fragmentation.

Blood was boiling rapidly, and her skin was already red, and water vapor was steaming around her body.

This is the bloodthirsty state of werewolves, the ability to gain a stronger physique and most magic immunity at the expense of most of their intelligence.

However, as an ancient species, Asia will never become a hybrid monster like other werewolves, and her body size has not changed superfluously, and she is still a tall form similar to a human.

Asia raised her right hand in a parrying stance, and Mi'er had already smashed down with the Sword of Judgment, but the sharp blade couldn't even scratch Asia's skin.

Since she was falling from a height of fifteen floors, the gravity of the acceleration caused Mi'er to fall into a momentary vertigo, and her attack backswing was greatly lengthened.

She didn't expect Asia to be able to take the blow unscathed.

Asia grabbed her neck with her other hand, then pressed the ground, and heard a crisp cracking sound of bones.

But not Mi'er's neck, but Asia's wrist.

"You knights, ancestral iron heads!"

Asia quickly pulled away, straightened her wrist, and was repaired in a matter of seconds.

The glow of the red moon enveloped her completely.

Mi'er barely pulled her head out of the pit she had just smashed out, took out a golden helmet from her skirt armor, put it on her head, barely got up with the holy sword, licked her lips that were already oozing blood, and said like a madman, "It's too light, Asia." Even if the red moon is in the sky, you are too weak. I couldn't feel the pain. ”

As the second knight of the Inquisition, Mi'er is not a vase. Her strength has never been completely liberated, after all, the previous enemies were too weak.

Mi'er staggered back a few steps, and said to herself in some disappointment: "It's too weak, it's different from the Asia I want, it's too weak." ”

The low tone slowly became high-pitched, and the golden-red flames around her began to burn, and the sky seemed to sound as if a holy song sounded, and a pair of lazy eyes stared at this place.

"Ahia!" Mi'er's long golden hair was blown by the waves of fire, and tornado-like flames rose from the ground to the sky, all the way up to the heavenly place, "This is the greatest respect for you, I will let you die quite decently." ”

"Lord, grant me Ahia, the most splendid judgment!"

She grasped the sword in both hands, knelt on one knee, and then slammed it into the ground.

A huge holy sword also slowly formed in the sky, sweeping towards Ahia.

Ahia scratched her head, not at all alarmed.

She even waved her hand towards heaven.

When the lazy gaze saw Axia, his eyes widened suddenly, and then he disappeared along with the huge holy sword in the air.

A lazy voice came slowly from the sky.

"Mi'er, don't use the Holy Judgment indiscriminately!"

The gates of the holy heaven were immediately covered by dark clouds, and there was no trace of them, as if they were hiding from anyone.

Only the sluggish honey remains.

"How so." She shook her head in disberu, and then raised the holy sword again, but unfortunately no one responded to her, and she seemed to be abandoned by the world.

Knights of Judgment are often more or less crazy because of the peculiarities of their profession.

Mi'er, for example, is obsessed with Asia in order to obtain a deformed affection similar to a mother's love to fill her void.

And the doctrine of the Lord they serve will be more severe. In their eyes, the Lord is merciful, solemn and terrifying, and deeply disgusted with strangeness.

But today, because of Ahia, the Lord she believes in has made an unbelievable move, which makes her feel the collapse of her faith.

With tears in her eyes like a little girl, Mi'er regained her grip on the holy sword, and pressed her waist forward like a bow and arrow with a full string, locking onto Achia.

"It's all because of you!" The strong wind began to howl, and even turned into a powerful storm, and Mi'er took advantage of the thrust of the wind to shoot away, "I have been abandoned. ”

After a brief overdraft, Axia's body was unable to move.

"This is outrageous, why are you so stunned! No one in the entire White Court wants to deal with me, but you are the only one who is pestering. She lay on the ground, losing all her strength, "I'm sorry, Lao Qin, I didn't expect this to be the case." Who would have thought that Mi'er would come after me personally, I can't do anything to her. Trouble is still lost to you after all. ”

Mi'er's sword was about to reach the tip of her nose, but Asia was quite calm, because ......

Jiang Qin arrived.

"Ahia, you stupid dog." A dark red long knife reflected his current embarrassed appearance, blocking Mi'er's golden-red long sword.

Jiang Qin slapped Axia's head, and the long knife picked up Mi'er's holy sword, and kicked her far away.

"Alas, if you hit it lightly, she's still young." Asia looked at Mi'er rather distressedly, and continued, "What about the Bloodline who came to provoke you? ”

"Bloodline? You mean that debt collection? He was beaten by me and cried so much that I saw pity for him and asked him to wait beside him. ”

Asia turned her head and saw a dark alley, where the young Bloodclan was honestly squatting on the ground, clutching his already swollen head, sobbing uncontrollably.

His sumptuous tuxedo has been cut into strips of cloth by Jiang Qin's horizontal knife, revealing beach-style sunflower panties.