"No—"

Hermione shouted at the broken body, dropped her sword and rushed over desperately, remembering that she had come for her.

North was also slashed in the shoulder by a furious Natalia, nearly unloading half of his body.

"Little, you let him here on purpose."

"You're in too much control, I'm the manager of this place, not you, the hybrid thing."

Little shot Natalia, who was suppressing North, forcing her to pull her sword out of the way and kick North out with a single kick.

"And what are you? Regular mongrels? ”

Before Natalia could finish speaking, the plump women and Avocika fused into huge flesh monsters and headed towards Natalia.

Betty's thorns also poked into the flesh-colored tentacles of the flesh monster, and the entire square began to be chaotic, attacking each other.

"A bunch of idiots, I want more blood."

North grabbed a villager, and the other man burst into laughter, making North feel like his heart was being torn apart.

'Natalia' slashed at him with her great sword, the blade of which seemed to be in flames, and he hurriedly dodged towards Little.

Little ignored the current chaos and stayed there with Yulia, not letting people get close to the protruding pile behind them.

Hermione ran over to check on Dermot, and there was no blood coming out of her crack, blocked by pitch-black tentacles.

The pitch-black tentacles of the maw monster also enveloped her, leading the two of them to dodge the people around them who were going crazy.

"I remember, I'm here for you. But I still feel familiar in it, but I can't remember it. ”

"I also remembered that Lethia, your name is Hermione, is I going to die now."

Hermione hugged Dermot, her body devoid of warmth or touch, and her eyes began to lose focus, as if they were about to dissipate.

"No, I'll save you, you still have family waiting for you to go back."

"I seem to remember that I have a husband and children, and ......

Dermot watched as Hermione couldn't finish the final words, his eyes blank, and his hand below gripped Hermione tightly, then let go.

The originally condensed body began to shatter one by one, and without tentacles, I am afraid that it would have been shattered into pieces.

Pain, remorse, and sadness welled up in her heart, and Hermione felt something washed away, remembering everything, and screamed, her red hair scattered and floated.

"Don't scream, go and draw your sword, you won't get hurt. If you don't want to die, do as I do. A cold, merciless female voice rang out inside her, and then there was no movement.

Hermione erupted directly into the mouth of the monster below, tearing off the tentacles and wrapping Dermot towards the forbidden land.

There is hope, there are still opportunities there.

She avoided the monsters that were coming at her at this time, and if she wanted to get there, she had to regain her strength to get out of this place.

Little repelled the onslaught North with a single shot, and Natalia in the back slashed off one of his wings with a sword.

"You ants, stupid woman, don't you draw your sword quickly, do you want us all to die here?"

North opened his mouth and bit off the head of the villager he caught, throwing his body at Natalia, and was shattered by her sword.

Hermione took advantage of North's time to hold Little back, but Yulia blocked the way, and Little came over with a shotgun.

Nos was suppressed by Natalia and couldn't raise his head, and the sword wounds on his body became more and more numerous, and he was beaten back one after another.

They have lost the reliance on their extraordinary abilities, and now they have this strength and are simply unable to deal with these powerful enemies.

"Although we have some differences, we are still united in the face of major events."

"Don't worry about Lessia, I can conceive her for you, and you can also conceive and rescue her yourself."

Little and Yulia were still seducing Hermione, and Betty and Awosica were entangled, and they were like giant octopus spiders at the moment.

"Come back, Miss Lecia. You don't stand a chance. ”

"You haven't been to my secret garden yet, Miss Lecia. I'm so sad. ”

The people around her gradually surrounded her, and the raised haystack was in front of her, obviously a dozen steps away, Hermione was a little unwilling to carry Dermot, and her fingers were tightly clenched.

"Protect yourself, Sister Lessia."

Schiller shouted, and the three of them came out of the bushes, and the hooded man threw the rabbit straight there, and the three of them quickly lay down.

Flames ignited, and a loud sonic boom rang out, sweeping away everything around it.

Hermione fell down as soon as she was alerted, and Betty Awosica, who was close behind, was directly rushed out.

Hermione, who couldn't hear or feel anything, endured the discomfort and hugged Dermot and walked there quickly, as long as she regained her strength and woke up, no matter how serious the injury was, she would be fine.

Little shook her feet, a little angry, and directly stretched out her hand to squeeze the three Schiller in the air, and embedded them into the ground.

Perek held his arm on the ground and looked at the two people next to him, he understood what he had said before, and he remembered it himself. Merely!

His body quickly underwent a mutation, and the contours of his solid body were stripped out and dissipated until the whole person became transparent and disappeared.

"Death."

The ancient language sounded, and North didn't know when she bit Yulia's abdomen, and she froze there with her leather whip.

North's tattered body was quickly repaired. Finally enraged, Little bounced him off, but was torn off a piece from it by North and eaten.

Yulia also continued to mutate, twisting her body into a flesh membrane and wrapping Lither who was holding her into a ball of flesh.

Natalia had just jumped in the air and flew out very far, and when she came back, she hurriedly raised her sword and stepped forward when she saw this scene.

Hermione used the moment to run to the weeds, and sure enough, the sonic boom wasn't aimed at her.

Hurriedly reached out and grabbed the dark red hilt directly, responding to its familiar call.

The stinging, the killing, the roar, the galloping of thousands of troops, the burning sensation of the fire burning all over the sky came together. Bring painful mental torment.

The ball of flesh wrapped in front of it pierced out dense flesh thorns like sea urchins, and North was directly pierced and scraped on it.

Come on! Come on! Hermione struggled with intense mental torture to pick up the red sword and block the flesh thorns in front of her.

The sound rang out, and Natalia stood in the way, and she swept away the flesh thorns in front of her body with her greatsword. But it turned back and stabbed her all over her.

The figure with the red hair and blond hair was torn into pieces in an instant, and the fragments of various colors were scattered and disappeared here.

The pitch-black tentacles disappeared, and the Demort below also shattered into pieces and turned into a phantom, and he couldn't hold on any longer, so he almost disappeared here.

Hermione didn't know why she was so sad at the moment, obviously 'Natalia' treated her like this, and the flames of bright red destruction instantly ignited around her.

She raised her flaming greatsword and drew it, and a flood of flames appeared, filling the sky with red mist. The condensed flames all hit the dense flesh thorns together.

The beautifully crafted, rose-wound red sword was as red as blood dripping from it, trying to melt into Hermione's palm.

She was covered in evil lines, her hair floating up and stabbing at the flesh, opening her eyes that blurred the face of the human face above. The flesh thorns turned into stone and were beaten into ashes by the flames.

She took out the mirror and sealed the spirit body on the ground that had not yet dissipated and put it away, why was it so painful?

The red sword also continued to let out a mournful cry in response to her emotions, and red marks cracked open from her evil appearance.

Schiller and the Hooded Man quickly ducked behind Hermione, dodging the oncoming thorns.

The books that were originally inserted quickly put away the scattered purple and black dust, and were picked up by the hooded man.

Schiller also put away the leaf below that had been cut out by the red sword, which seemed to be covered with dense symbols, and the two hurriedly returned to the back to put it away.

"Aren't you a conch? How is Ye Di? ”

"Aren't you also a seed turned into a book, and the name doesn't have to match the appearance."

The hooded man pulled Schiller back and wanted to step forward, and Hermione in front of him changed his momentum greatly.

"Let's go, if you don't go, you can't go. You don't have to worry about Him, He is much stronger than us. ”

Helplessly, Schiller and the hooded man kept backing away, and began to read the ancient language out of their mouths.

"The embodiment of decay, the king of decay, the inevitable process......

"The whisper in spirit, the embodiment of sound......

The two quickly dissipated here, without a trace.

Hermione next to the Forbidden Lands, the cracked red marks on her body made her look like a cracked magma skin. Evil lines emerge, glowing and balancing the cracks that emit red light.

Enduring the sting, she levitated above the sky.

This red sword is actually formed by the characteristics of the weather warlock, a very familiar feeling, is it owned by your own family?

She raised her red sword, and the flames swirled through the storm towards the fleshy thorn ball.

Flames burned from his scattered red hair, as did the red marks on his body, and huge flames enveloped his body and the area close to him.

Masculine, demonic, seductive, and heroic temperaments appeared in her, and her steely courage washed away her previous negative emotions. At this time, she was like a Valkyrie clothed in flames.

The original glorious star gems of the neck, wrists, and ankles are also despiritualized and become dim.

Fearful roars, depravity, and filth appeared on the other side, and North reverted to his form of a terrifying demon of hell, spreading his blood-streaked wings and opening his pitch-black, viscous fangs toward Hermione.

She responded unflinchingly, and the ground began to shake, and thunderbolts fell from the red mist sky, destroying the villages below with fire tornadoes and falling fire.

Columns of water emerged from the cracked ground, gradually spreading, and the villagers who turned into monsters in the shattered square continued to flee in all directions.

or burned by fire, or scorched by lightning, or swept into a fire tornado and vanished. The same goes for the monsters around North that are covered in pitch-black, viscous liquid.

"Stupid woman, it's all your fault."

North pulled out the thorns growing out of his chest, ignoring the fleshy spike ball below, and attacked Hermione directly.

Steely courage dispelled the fears and desires he sowed, and the masculine flames combined with the black flames directly burned the filth away.

Hermione, with a determined look in her eyes, raised her sword and blinked to North and slashed him out with a sword, burning a large flame on him.

The flesh thorns below bulged up, and Hermione dodged them directly, and it was fire and lightning that responded to the flesh thorns.

"You deserve to die, you ruined our Yansir, let me die. The Great Mother, the embodiment of order, the master of desire, the high-dimensional ......

After the flesh thorn ball finished speaking in the ancient language, it quickly began to mutate, and the tumors bulged out and bulged continuously, as if giving birth to life.

Arouse desire, decay and decay... Rushing together, the flesh thorns of the meat thorn ball turned into thorn thorns, and the strong aura skyrocketed.

Hermione swung her sword into the void, and large swaths of fleshy tentacles were slashed and burned into ashes.

Is there also a power of imprisoning in the space, preventing yourself from jumping with mirrors?

She smiled, what about a bunch of hidden existences, will they pay attention to you? All have failed.

What a disaster for yourself! What's the use of restricting these?

The earth cracked and protruded to intensify the shaking, and the jets of water became thicker, and the flood gradually spread.

The sky was completely covered in flames, and dense thunder and lightning and storms raged here.

As soon as the tentacles of the meat ball grew, she destroyed it, and the earth below cracked, and lightning struck it downward.

The fiery tornado filled it directly into it and became incomparably huge, pouring flames into the sky like a funnel vortex.

Inside Murray's house, he stands in front of a canvas with his two children, the color of which has completely fallen off.

Hermione's original silhouette was blurred, and flames began to burn it away.

The cracks in the ground have widened, and all but here is the makeshift site, which has been destroyed.

"It's still too reluctant!"

Murray touched the children's heads and led them into a painting, which then dissipated.

The ensuing flood of the disaster submerged the area, including the burned canvases.

In Edmond's yard, he stood on his keelboat and lowered the straw sails, which were lifted into the sky by the mighty mast.

"I did it, I really did it, and I flew."

He raised his hands and shouted, then disappeared into the flames of the red mist.

In the chaotic waters of the square, North took a blood-red greatsword that emitted poisonous gas, breaking through the flames and striking at Hermione.

His sword was washed with a stream of blood, covered in a layer of filth, and emitted a poisonous gas that would wipe out all living things.

"Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Hermione slashed North into the air with a single sword, and fire and storm thunder swept up and engulfed him.

I don't know why, the negative effect of the red sword is very small, and it has been figured out with my own mind, and it seems that it is really something at home.

Except for some that is full of the thrill of fighting and the desire for war. She felt like she could now lead the army.

In an instant, I came to the forest hut, and the old man inside was gone.

She checked the cause and effect, and sighed, he will never be able to get rid of it, so let's destroy this place and let him be free.

Traces of Perek are also gone. Also, unless someone like her and Dermot is protected, you'll get lost here.

Thinking of 'Natalia', who is she who helped herself block that fatal blow? Very familiar feeling.

In the end, no one could save me, thinking of the shattered and fragile spirit, and the scene of 'Natalia' being shattered.

She raised the red sword formed by the weather manlock's trait and returned to the plaza, staring indifferently at the mixture of North and Yulia Littler trapped in the flames and lightning of the storm.

"Let you, including this hellish place, bury all their afflicted ones."