Sloth fell on the flat ice like a snowball that had been tossed.

She couldn't use the mana-intensive spatial magic, she was exhausted when she flew over the icy sea and landed on the ark. After all, Laxis Flotica was a rare magical genius, and she was lucky to have escaped here alive, she raised her hand to her forehead, cold beads of sweat dripping from her forehead, and before she could touch the ice deck, she froze into ice beads.

“...... Huh?"

There was no half a figure in the rickety vision, the stars were brilliant, and her "Polar Ice Ark" was like a huge gem. She looked at the mirror-like deck empty, and a few dozen meters away, the sail of ice stood alone, like a religious ice sculpture, and Slos looked at it, his thoughts drifting away.

Sloth sat down with a thud and curled up his legs, her pure white dress stained with reddish blood, like cherry blossoms blooming on a Chun day. When she forcibly broke through Laxis's crystal ball, she not only consumed a lot of mana, but also suffered physical injuries. Her mind was in a trance now, like a dream

I really want to get some sleep. However, no matter how much Sloss wanted to sleep, she still knew that once she did, she might never be able to open her eyes again. The "magic exhaustion" of the demons is different from that of humans, the magic of the demons is an innate part of them, and their lives, once they have no magic power, they will definitely die.

"They're all gone, Lord Sloth, quack-quack-quack. ”

In the distance, there was a hoarse and shrill laughter in the distance, which sounded like the strange cry of an old duck. Sloth didn't look up. The head is heavy. The pain in her head that couldn't get rid of it was reminding her of how bad she was at the moment. There was also Fitzgerald Best on the ark, a madman she had picked up.

"Quack, quack, look at them, your men, frightened by the rebellious pirates, and they all ran away! Your magic has become so weak, no wonder they thought you were dead. Loyal subordinates like Master Penderella are probably dead!"

"Pirate ......" Sloth's eyes dimmed, "Silver Wolf ......"

"The pirates are right there. Look there. Lady Sloth, they're coming!Can you kill them?Can you take your polar ice ark and rush out?" Bestler leaned down, and he stretched out an ugly claw, doing something he had never done before.

He grabbed Sloth by the hair. The long, wavy aqua blue hair was a light shade of blood. Under the stars. There is a dreamy purple color. Sloth drooped his head motionlessly. It was as if she couldn't move anymore.

"I want the Polar Ice Ark, Lord Sloth, and I need it to get me to the continent of Seto!" Bestler said hoarsely. "I can't stay on the human continent for a long time...... But this ship is out of my control! The pirates are coming, Lord Sloth, they will see you like this, they will kill you, the Ice Witch without magic is nothing!"

With some force, Beszler forced the listless Sloth to look up. Sloss's half-closed eyes gasped for breath, and she opened them, staring blankly at Bestler, the slave who had once crawled at her feet.

"You don't save me......" Sloth whispered, his tone not questioning, just a little confused.

"I have to have the ability to save you, too! Can I fight so many pirates by myself? Lord Sloth, we seem to be just using each other! You brought me from the Anglo region, you gave me these eyes and new powers, and I have been a slave to you for many months, and I have done a lot of things for you! We have leveled up!" Besteler was so anxious that he kept stomping his feet, "Tell me how I can control this Polar Ice Ark! Otherwise, I'll push you down and see if those pirates will save you!"

He intimidated as he grabbed Sloth by the hair and held her ear. Sloth's body was as light as a frail ordinary girl, "By the way, you don't know yet, your slaves have all betrayed! They are in league with pirates! I'm not a demon, why should I save you?"

"Well, right...... You're not. Sloth seemed to finally understand what Bestler meant, and let out a sigh as if he had accepted his fate, "It's okay, it's just you......"

"What's one or two?" Bestler was so angry that he was about to jump up, when was this coming! Sloss, a nerd, could still speak in such a lazy tone!

"One...... Can deal with ......"

The soft voice like a dream fell quietly, and Besteler froze, starting from his abdomen, the blood in his body quickly froze, and one of Sloth's hands was on his abdomen, and he slowly turned his head, and patches of long purple hair slipped from Besteler's black claws.

Sloth raised his hand suddenly, holding a black and red block of ice in his small hand that shone like an ice sculpture. It was dug out of Bestler's body. Bestler's mouth was wide open, his distorted expression frozen on his bloodless human face.

"I'm not dead yet...... Sloth watched as the frozen Bestler fell to the deck with a thud, her head down, the frozen black blood in her hands.

Professor Fitzgerald Besterler is indeed human, he used to be a high-level magician known as the "Crystal Maniac", and when he was still conducting secret research in the Anglo region, he transformed himself into a monster-like appearance. His body is mixed with magic crystals, and he has also lived in the Horn Manor, which is full of origin magic for a long time, and the origin magic in his blood is not weaker than that of the demons.

Sloth held the blood crystal to his mouth and sucked it gently, sucking the faint amount of magic into his mouth.

The stars change at sea.

Sloth looked down at the abyssal sea, and the faint light of the fire came from the small ships. She could see the ships where the humans were clenching their knives and drawing their bowstrings. She saw that the small boat in the lead had sailed under the Polar Ice Ark, and the black waves roared and crashed on the Polar Ice Ark, which was hundreds of meters high, and the Ark did not move, but the bottom of Sloth's heart was filled with cold waves.

"Probably, only you will be good to me. She muttered to herself in the ancient language of the continent of Seto, as if she were reciting a poem.

Others say how cunning the seventh demon Sloss is, how unpredictable he is, but in fact, Slos is just too lazy to calculate, she does whatever she wants, and goes to sleep when she is tired, so she doesn't want to think about it so much. She felt that her luck had always been better, but this time, was it her luck that ran out?

Bestler betrayed her, the slaves betrayed her, the pirates raised their arms against her, the Wizards could chase her at any moment, and she was almost exhausted of her magic......

"Rosa, if I can go back, I'll come with you. If you can't go back...... "She raised her head, and the starry sky reflected her trance-like pupils, as if she was always sleepwalking, always in a dream.

“...... Avenge me. ”

With that, the black waves rose into the sky, and Slos closed his eyes, his long hair flying. (To be continued......)