The young man exclaimed, "The Iron Lady is using soul magic!" ”

Yes, the Iron Lady was full of dark energy, and the aura of evil entangled Lydia's limbs like countless tentacles. Her movements were noticeably slower.

In battle, slow, will die.

Seized the fleeting opportunity, the Bloodblood swirled its scimitar and slashed at Lydia's neck. Lydia withdrew her spear, but her speed was clearly not enough to defend or fight back.

"You're done." Ghostblood grinned. As if having seen Lydia's neck severed, her head would fly into the air, her blood spilling all over the hall.

Her eyes were filled with her fantasies, but she didn't see the blazing fireball coming towards her.

Yes!

The ghost blood screamed, his hands covered his face and rolled on the ground, and the air was filled with the smell of roasted meat. She didn't expect Lydia's gun to explode, and a cloud of hot iron filings erupted.

At the critical moment, Lydia suddenly remembered the mechanism that Buxiao had designed, and it was this mechanism that saved her life. She forced her frightened gasps, and pretended to glance at Madame Tie calmly: "I didn't expect you to have such ability, no wonder the brave Ferrett was planted in your hands." ”

"Unravel your filthy soul technique!" The young man brandished his red sword and rushed towards the Iron Lady. The Iron Lady tried to run away, but saw a steel fork flying towards her. There was a chill in her jaw, and she quickly looked down to find that the double blades of the steel fork were jamming her neck impartially.

Blood's eyes were filled with anger and resentment, and he rushed towards Lydia in a frenzy.

It is difficult for any woman to maintain her sanity when her face is ruined.

Her scimitar fluttered, vowing to slash Lydia with a thousand cuts. And this time, Lydia's gun was not pinned by her, but directly poked into the belly of the ghost blood.

The ghost blood snorted, and lay on the ground covering the wound, and should not be able to move again for a short time.

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"Release Captain Freyette!" The rebels surrounded the Iron Lady, and the young man's red sword was already pressed against her neck.

The corners of Lady Tie's mouth outlined a trace of hideousness, a trace of cruelty, a hint of mockery, "You will never know...... ...... forever"

The soul flame on her body suddenly flickered, and a huge magic circle spread out on the ground. "Come on, Endless Burn! Heavenly Fire Burial! She chanted a spell, and the glow of hell faintly shone through the circle.

Could it be that she wants to die with the rebels?

"Stop acting." Witt spoke suddenly, "You're not the Iron Lady at all. ”

What?

Everyone looked at Witt in amazement.

Witt looked into the eyes of the "Iron Lady", "I can't be mistaken, you are not her, and there is still a little kindness in your eyes." ”

Both Lydia and the young man looked at Werther in surprise, wondering if he had fallen under the curse of being brainwashed.

"When there were two shadow guards left, you wanted to use soul magic to save them." Witt let out a long breath, "You don't know that woman's heart, she won't sympathize with any of the pawns. Whether it's Shadow Guard, the Ghost Blood Brothers, or you. ”

The expression of the "Iron Lady" changed suddenly, and her vision blurred, as if she remembered all the unbearable things in the past. The soul flame on his body gradually faded, and the magic circle on the ground gradually faded its brilliance.

"I don't know why you're her stand-in, but if you can tell us where she is, I can help you get out of her." Witt said.

Werther's words gave her some strength, and at that moment her eyes gradually brightened, "Really? ”

"The Golden Lions keep their promises."

Tears slipped down her face, "She's here, as long as ......"

Her throat suddenly went silent.

The scimitar flew suddenly, slitting her throat. The stand-in's eyes widened, staring at the statue of the dragon in front of him, and slowly swallowed his last breath.

Ghost blood! She's not dead yet!

She covered the wound in her abdomen and held a scimitar in her other hand, "Don't think about it...... You don't have a chance to find her......"

Witt's eyes flashed with anger, and he stood up with the three-pointed knife in his hand, and approached her step by step, "You don't have a chance, you have lost your only chance to live." ”

"Hmph, what do you think ......" her eyes were still crazy and fearless. Maybe she's a madman and doesn't know the difference between life and death.

Before Werther could swing the triple-tipped knife, she had already raised her cutlass and stabbed herself hard.

The scimitar pierced her heart, and she snorted a few times before falling to the ground and dying.

It all happened so fast that it caught people off guard.

Werther wanted to force her to tell her about the Iron Lady's whereabouts, but she didn't expect her to commit suicide first.

Facing the body of the stand-in, the young man scratched his head, "What now?" ”

"Maybe the instincts of the beast are needed now?" Mira sniffed everywhere like a cheetah. However, her behavior has been blocked in the young man's brain.

Lydia looked at the corpse from its point of view, "She seems to want to tell us that these dragons have something to do with it. ”

The seven dragon statues in the main hall are the so-called seven masters who created the world in the classics. It is rumored that they created this world under the guidance of the Kerbal gods.

Lydia took a closer look at the dragons, got up and walked over to the statue, stroking its base. After a moment, she seemed to think of something, "General Werther, I have another possibility, do you want to know about it?" ”

"I want to hear about it." Werther gave Lydia a knightly courtesy of an audience with a nobleman.

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"In the scriptures of the Kerbal gods, the description of the creation dragon should be like this." Every child in the gods has to learn the scriptures, and Lydia, as an honorary princess, is even more backwards, "In the beginning the heavens and the earth were dark, and the gods of Kerbal separated the heavens and the earth and created mankind.

"The Creation Dragon has sent blessings: the Canglong has sent unity, the Holy Dragon has sent faith, the Spirit Dragon has sent wisdom, the Frost Dragon has sent strength, the mad dragon has sent opportunity, and the Howling Dragon has sent effort, but the Yanlong has nothing.

"Yanlong did not bless the humans, but gave them 'disappointment'. Humanity will cherish 'hope' because of 'disappointment'. ”

Lydia looked at the seven sculptures, one by one identifying which dragon it was. Most of the rebels present had heard the scriptures a few times, but even the most devout people would not recognize the names of the seven dragons.

"According to the scriptures, Yanlong was the last and the only one who came empty-handed." Lydia pointed to the chalice in front of the other dragons, all of which contained orbs symbolizing blessings, "And the front of the fire dragon should be empty." ”

With that, she asked Mira to climb up and take down the orb from Yanlong's face.

The young man exclaimed, "Princess, your wisdom has almost caught up with not laughing. ”

Lydia smirked, "I'm also the princess of Shendu, and there are very few people in the church who are my opponents. ”

Still, she guessed one thing wrong: the orb couldn't be removed. But it can be pressed to the belly of the Holy Grail.

When Mira pushed the orb hard enough to retract it into the chalice, the hall shuddered. The wall behind the stand-in suddenly flipped to reveal another spacious hall.

At the end of the main hall was the Iron Lady who had risen from the chaise longue.