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Baron Rogge froze in place, and it took a long moment before he noticed a large area of the collapsed wall. Outside the walls, several elite family guards lay down. They looked as if they had been crushed by some heavy object, and they all broke several bones. The invisible force field bound the guards, making them unable to speak.

Curt smiled silently, with no intention of meddling further. He had invaded the bedroom three minutes earlier, and after a brief conversation with Fana, he had a rough grasp of the situation. Interestingly, the sister and brother met again, but there was no tear-jerking. Curt and Fana are more like old friends reunited, with an indescribable tacit understanding.

In just a few words, Curt and Fana figured out each other's positions. The communication between them was incredibly smooth, and it took ten words to convey a clear meaning to the others, and they only needed a few words.

At this point, Curt felt that the reins should be handed over to Fana. He knew that the Baron's Mansion was not far from the royal palace, close to the heart of Avalon, and it would not be long before someone noticed that something was wrong here. So Curt began to concentrate on preparing for battle after using a force field to block the door to the room.

At the same time, Baron Rogge grabbed the candlestick on the side. He was dressed only in pajamas and did not carry weapons. Fana casually slapped the edge of the bed and summoned a dozen vines. The vines writhed like life, rolling towards the panicked Baron Rogge. Baron Rogge frantically waved the candlestick, blocking the first few waves of attacks. More vines surged upward, pinning him against the wall of the force field that Curt had created, and tied him up firmly.

"No! Fana, you know. I love you!"

When a small vine rises gradually. When aiming the top stinger at Baron Rogge. He shouted. Baron Rogge looked away and looked at Fana not far away. The moonlight shone in from the outside, shining on Fana's body. Her long reflection was light, and it was as beautiful as a dream. Fana's eyes sparkled like rare rubies. She looked at Baron Rogge expressionlessly and said quietly:

"Yes, you love me. But you ruined my home, my life. Even dug up my mother's grave. This kind of love is worthless, just an excuse to hide greed. Do you know me, Rogge, even though you've sacrificed so much for me, and you've paid a great price...... At the end of the day, you're just trying to possess me. ”

"No, it's not!"

Baron Rogge tried to argue fiercely, but was dumbfounded. He really didn't think about getting closer to Fana and getting to know each other little by little. Baron Rogge was accustomed to using power to achieve his ends, and he did not have the patience to follow the rules. After opening his mouth for a while, Baron Rogge blushed and said:

"I—I'm a baron. In my position, there are too many things to choose from. I love you unreservedly. That in itself is the greatest sincerity. In order not to burn you at the stake, I ran around. Even if you are whipped with your own hands, it is a scene that you have no choice but to show to others. I love you so much, Fana!"

"You still don't realize that if you don't intervene, misfortune won't have anything to do with me. ”

Fana shook her head slightly, a little regret in her eyes. She raised her hand softly and whispered:

"You have the privilege of being born with it, so whatever you do is excessive, it feels like a charity to me. I'm tired of it, Rogge. Have a good dream, I'll remember you. ”

The vine rose in response to Fana's movements, and thrust the stinger into Baron Rogge's brow. Baron Rogge looked stunned, his struggle weakened, and at last he hung his head and died. Curt couldn't help but sigh, in his opinion, Baron Rogge was a passable nobleman. At least Baron Rogge has self-righteous kindness, not just a greedy and shameless scum like the Marquis of Winton.

"Almost, sister. You've suffered a lot, and if you want to make a big fuss, I'll accompany you. ”

It took a moment for Curt to break the silence. Purple resentment turned into a magic staff in his hand, and the holy night also turned into a magic robe and fell down. Fana turned her face sideways and gave Curt a warm smile. She nodded lightly and said happily:

"I don't know the exact age, but I seem to be older than you. I won't thank you, dear brother. As soon as I see you, I know that politeness is superfluous. I'm going to make a lot of trouble next, can I?"

"Listen to you, I have said it, and I will accompany you to the end. ”

Curt smiled and cast a spell and began to make final preparations. He could feel that someone with good strength was already approaching.

After gathering her spirit, Fana took a deep breath. She held her head high and faced the bright moon. Strange spells poured out of her mouth, transforming into runes suspended in mid-air. Countless plants then grow and fill the entire bedroom. All kinds of vines, flowers, weeds, and shrubs are huddled together, like a big gathering of plants.

In the next second, Fana held out her finger towards the moon. As if commanded, all the plants began to grow wildly, reaching out in the direction of the moonlight. They continue to blossom and bear fruit, and then they wither. The fallen leaves were sprinkled one after another, and soon a thick layer was piled up.

Suddenly, the plants in the room withered. Their branches hung down, and even the branches of the bushes were scattered and limp to the ground. The late autumn atmosphere of slaughter quietly came, as if the hymn of life had reached the end of the song. Fana stood upright in the center of the room and chanted in a passionate and solemn voice:

"Reincarnation is the law of nature, and immortality is a lie. All we can praise is the most magnificent life between life and death. With the soul as the contract and the earth as the evidence, I implore Mother Nature to grant me the most beautiful scenery. Grow from the fertile soil, darlings! Penetrate the sky you crave and enjoy the serene light! This is your moonlit night, in the name of nature!"

Without warning, the ground began to tremble. Curt playfully disarmed all the force field spells and took a few steps back to the side. Within his line of sight, four saplings rose from the ground. They grew rapidly, thickened, and circled and cemented into one. In the blink of an eye, the trunk of a tree that neither of them could hold together rumbled up, piercing the roof of the bedroom.

The fluorescent foliage then stretched, completely crushing the entire building. A branch rose from each of Curt and Fana's feet, supporting them as they continued to rise. The alarm sounded one after another, and when the giant tree with a diameter of twenty meters rose into the sky, covering the entire aristocratic residential area with the shadow of leaves, the word low-key was no longer relevant to Curt and Fana.

Shaded by luxuriant foliage, Curt stands on a fifty-meter-high branch. It was a branch, but it was thick enough to hold a carriage. Curt looked down at his feet in amazement, and saw countless tree roots tearing through the ground and spreading around. Various vines climbed up the tree, forming a dark green armor.

It seems that Avalon's magnates have been careless in their surveillance of Fana. They simply tied it up and added a forbidden amulet. Curt speculated that this was due to the fact that it took a long time for Fana to prepare for such a powerful spell. So when she was attacked, she didn't have time to resist at all. But at this moment, the giant tree has taken shape, and Fana will wield her true strength.

Large groups of soldiers flocked to the city, carrying torches and some on horseback. But from where Curt was, it was just a queue of tiny flares. Fana's voice sounded not far away, and instead of chanting the incantation, she gave the order directly. So six vines, as thick as buckets, broke away from the tree and smashed it down. Their surface is covered with spikes, like the thorny whips that only a giant can wield.

In an instant, the dust was flying. Screams rang out one after another, and the vines inflicted horrific damage on the soldiers. In the face of the large murder weapon that fell from the sky, the armor had no meaning. When the bront of the person was crushed like a balloon, the affected ones also broke their hands and feet, and could only roll on the ground. When the vines rose up like giant serpents, the roots of the trees under the ground also surged out. Patches of luxurious mansions collapsed, and I don't know how many powerful people were crushed to death inside.

It's a nightmare view for the people of Avalon. The earth shook incessantly, and every few seconds, a house was torn apart by the roots of the trees. Six large vines swept in all directions, and it was simply not something that human beings could fight against. The impossibly large giant tree stands silently, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

It wasn't until reinforcements from the temple area arrived that the shape shì improved slightly. Nearly twenty senior priests gathered around from all directions and began to use magic to counteract. With their help, the strongest warriors swung their axes and cut off the roots of the trees that were approaching one by one. The various flame realm magic techniques also fell on the trunk of the giant tree, and some branches and leaves were ignited.

"It's my turn. ”

Curt smiled knowingly, and he could sense the joy that Fana had transmitted, a sweet taste of revenge. After a little preparation, Curt recited the arcane-focused incantation. He set his sights on the high priest of the tyrannical god Bane, a man who wore a pure gold headband and black robes, and was as strong as a barbarian. His name is Locka, and he is the evil who captured Fana in the first place and interrogated Fana's true identity.

"I'll leave his life to you, sister. ”

Curt muttered to himself, the staff of gathering energy in his hand was already full of magical power. Curt naturally knew that Fana had understood what she wanted to do. So he took aim at his target and unleashed the spell with all his might. As for whether the spirit sucking monster Nazha had a head full of green tendons in order to share the spell feedback, that was not Curt's concern. (To be continued......)