North tore through the blockade of a storm, and the filth of corruption and depravity spread to corrupt all the calamities within.

"If it weren't for you stupid woman, how would I be the way I am now."

He roared unwillingly, his belly bulging high, and his flesh cracked open with strange patterns of thorns, and his intact body seemed to shatter into pieces.

"The villagers here are delicious, aren't they?" Hermione licked her lips, her face covered in evil patterns and red marks glamorous.

"I'll eat you too."

North tore open his stomach and threw a puddle of blood-red liquid full of lust for life at Hermione, opening his mouth and cursing her in ancient language.

The blood-red liquid that covered it grew with flesh and thorns that quickly decayed and turned into dust, the wind dissipated, the flames receded, and the thunder and lightning fell into the flood below.

The space around them was like a cracked mirror, and the purple-black dust projected onto those places, and flesh and thorns wrapped around Hermione in the middle.

In an instant, the scenes fell into a smooth ice mirror, shattered by the red flaming sword, and fell into the flood that dissipated beneath them.

The blackened and burning flesh ball monster took the opportunity to break free from the flaming tornado, and the flesh spikes under the surface of the water broke through the flood, bringing strings of undestroyed monster villager stumps into the body.

The bunch of twisted brambles that had been strung up in it moved for a moment, reaching out for Hermione in the sky until it finally merged into the ball of flesh.

"Yansir, my Yansir."

The ball of flesh thorns stood in the air like a nerve unit, and the fire tornado and lightning destroyed as many flesh thorns grew back again.

North, who was confronting Hermione, had just cleared the thorns that kept popping up on his body, his stomach immediately swelled again, one arm was full of dense eyes, and his thick thighs began to dry and spread, and purple scars appeared.

He directly turned into a puddle of blood-red liquid and attached to the flesh ball thorn, and the flesh thorn tentacles tried to tear apart the slime, but it became tighter and tighter, and became crazy.

Hermione also felt that something was constantly invading her body at this time, and the large eyeballs densely covered in occult connections were looking at her indifferently, turning from time to time.

The imprints in her body lit up, including the twisted curves that formed the eye symbols lit up to help her cut off these unknown connections together, and the tingling cracking sensation disappeared.

The condensed fireballs in the sky emitted clusters of black flames, which continued to merge and compress with the red flames, and the tornado that cut and melted away the flesh thorns became more tyrannical and restricted the movement of the meat balls in the air.

The blood-red liquid that sticks to it seeps in, leaving the thorns, eyes, and bulging bulges on the surface.

Huge red and black fireballs like apocalyptic meteorites fell, engulfing the flesh balls and then exploded, scattering raging red and black flames that destroyed all traces of the village of Yansir floating above the floodwaters.

Hermione, who was a little tired, looked at the sword in her hand, and the rose with the hilt of the sword blossomed into a flower on the gauntlet, and the more she looked at it, the more familiar it became, and she remembered her sister and mother.

Balls of dry, charred flesh were thrown out of the flames, and a stream of fiery water swept up to freeze it, then shattered inch by inch.

Relieved of his own pollution, North opened his mouth of pitch-black slime drawing, "filth", and the flames around Hermione were enveloped in a deep thick darkness.

She used a flick of her sword to disperse them, and a firestorm swept over to clear them.

Below Yansir turned into a sea of fire on the surface of the water, the sky was covered with flames under the red mist, and countless tornadoes wrapped in flames in the middle filled the entire space, and the rumble of thunder and lightning rang out from time to time, like the scene of the end of the world.

It's the same sequence 2, and it's really hard to kill the opponent.

Hermione knocked the coming North back into the flame tornado, and even if she had the seal formed by the weather warlock trait, she only suppressed him.

This strange space should be almost unbearable, and the time when I lost my memory and was blinded is fortunately not tempted to do anything really dangerous.

The most dangerous thing is to wear the necklace they restrict themselves to, and eat the contaminated villagers like North, although the strength has recovered, but the hidden dangers have also increased.

Is it the power of the evil gods? Let this space become like this, even mythical creatures can be blinded, like people on TV, and do not play their role properly.

Fortunately, she has enough protection, and the original witch is reluctant to be left behind, and she makes an exception to remind herself through the brand she left behind.

I don't know how much sanity North still has on the other side, Hermione really wants him to go crazy so that she can have a chance to kill him.

The evil god pollution inside the necklace star gem on his wrist had dissipated, and the gray mist swept inside, leaving the mark formed by the twisted curve.

"Get out of here, you all get out of here."

North cleaned up the thorns and eyes growing out of his body again, and a blood-red solid outline was pulled out, and he wrapped it back in.

This made him very mentally unstable, and he lost part of his composure and sanity.

Hermione, of course, would not let go of this opportunity and came up to him and swung the red sword. The thorny claws gripped the blade, but the palm of the hand was almost split in half.

Thorns wrapped around the sword and went up, puffing up tumors that cracked open to release all kinds of desire, depravity, and aphrodisiac breath.

North also tore open the flesh and stomach to drain the contamination again, throwing it at Hermione, cutting through the thorns and letting go of the red sword and retreating into the distance.

Hermione swept away the obstacles in front of her, collected the scattered balls of flesh, and directly drove the disaster to attack North, and she wanted to tear the world apart completely.

Head back inside the cramped, eerie Swanstein Castle and see where you can hide.

Meteorite-like fireballs fall, turning this place into a world of flames.

The white edge began to tear apart under the violent vibration, and the whole world disappeared like shards.

Hermione returned to the room covered in the paintings, the huge paintings that had fallen to the ground and shattered into pieces, still intact except for the sword.

Falling to the ground, North maintained a huge demonic form, the bright red blood on his body continued to wash, and the blood-red lines lit up to suppress the crazy pollution.

Red mist and filth cut off the oil paintings on both sides at the same time, and the castle shook at the same time.

"I'll see where else you can go."

Hermione's burning, thick hair squeezed out of her pale face, all pointing at the people in front of her, who were waiting for the right opportunity.

North also stood up and drew his blood greatsword, the viscous black filth corroded all around, and fear and desire came back again.

"Alista, this madman, actually left a pit down. If you weren't so stupid, I wouldn't have suffered so much. Again, that's the same sentence. ”

With that, he rushed forward, engaged in the most primitive battle with Hermione, the storm and fire filling it again.

Hermione felt like she was being affected by some kind of aura, and she became eager to fight, cause unrest, and cause calamity.

Sword after sword slashed at North, the condensed frost mirror covered in filth and then frozen and shattered.

The curse of the ancient language caused parts of both sides to explode and heal, and the red and black flames and filthy poisonous gases corroded each other.

"Death."

The frost shattered beside Hermione, and she sliced through North's bloody chest, from which flames erupted.

Feeling heavy and tired, he could only stop in place, and did not immediately make up for the knife of North, who was beaten to the opposite side.

The castle shook violently, as if it were about to shatter, and the paintings were revealed again, directly dissipating the red mist and filth that covered it.

The purple walls began to bleed bright red blood, not as filthy as North, pure killing and fury.

Cracks appeared, and Hermione was bitter when she saw that she was about to be destroyed, and she didn't do anything.

Thinking of the shattered and mixed spirit in the mirror, the whole person seemed to lose strength.

The flames wrapped around her body and hair had dimmed a little, and they were sad for her.

"Plug the sword back, do you want to put them all in?"

A cold voice came from the imprint left by the primordial witch in her body.

The castle kept shaking and shattering, and the oil paintings on the walls began to come to life, and the eyes inside kept turning to squeeze out, and the eyes around it instantly opened large and small eyes to look around.

The thorns spread out one by one, like the roots of a tree, and their skin was covered with a viscous yellow liquid, where they shook constantly.

Some of the walls bulged out with the sound of heartbeats, pregnant with new life.

Purple crumbs and powder fell and were swept up by the wind, scattered inside the cracked castle.

The walls that are broken into pieces seem to exist in different spaces, like portraits.

……

On the side, Duke North still maintained the appearance of a giant demon, and the blood-red evil pattern on his body grew thorns to wrap him.

The eyes and bulges vanished, and layers of yellow slime flowed out to envelop him completely, and the thorns that pierced through the flesh flew up in response to his companion on the wall.

"The Great Father of Demons, the Mother of Desire..., I pray for your forgiveness, I pray for your protection, please forgive me, I will serve you all my life and become your most devout believer......

He kept bowing his head and praying, and the thorns did not fade in the slightest, but they did not continue to grow.

Hermione, who still wanted to mend the knife in the past, was unwilling, because it was full of all kinds of power and pollution, which made her flames and storms weaken.

Thinking of the things in the oil painting, she reluctantly inserted the red sword full of red flames back into the remaining oil painting that had been blurred.

The red sword shook a few times and seemed to be a little reluctant, wanting to merge into Hermione's body, and the red mark erupted into a strong flame.

This made her struggle immensely, she was very reluctant to let go of the red sword, she was unwilling.

Half of the castle was shattered, revealing the dark sky and the bright stars above.

Directly above the darkness was a large crack that visibly darkened, spreading at both ends into the distant darkness.

The eyes of different colors, red, gray-white, gray-green, and white, kept blinking and approaching here, staring at Hermione below.

It feels like my face is close to my face, and it's still so far away.

She felt the power of her body surging continuously, and streams of breath entangled in it to disconnect the pollution of malice. The flames of the red hair were even more violent, and the intense red light that cracked the red marks on his body covered his body.

The evil pattern also lit up with a black light, and the blurred faces that rushed out of the ends of the hair were screaming in pain.

The gray twisted curves left by the Fool and the imprint of the primordial witch resurfaced on his body, fending off the unknown malice above.

Covered with flames, like a red sword flowing with blood, she reluctantly inserted it back into the oil painting and let go.

She didn't know why she felt a little lost in her heart.

The fallen walls returned to their original positions piece by piece, and the blood that flowed covered the paintings, shaping the original frame of the castle.

The destroyed things are also reassembled, and the things that have been squeezed outside the painting begin to fall backwards, or disappear covered in blood.

The red marks on Hermione's body were gone, and the evil patterns were filled in to resist the erosion of the castle's pollution.

The flames on the red hair also dissipated and extinguished, leaving the faint faces on the ends of the floating hair, and they looked around in confusion.

The masculine flames and steely courage dissipated, and Hermione was once again demonic and seductive, exuding the best of seduction.

The darkness brought about by the fall and desire also returned at the same time, and the roar of fear resounded and shocked the heart.

"North, you think I'm going to be afraid of you."

The black flames spread, the frost freezing the filth, and Hermione gripped the ice mirror to reflect North.

North smashes all the thorns flying around his body, the ice mirror shatters directly, and Hermione retreats to avoid these strange things.

"I'm not in a good state right now, next time I'll definitely make your corpse into a tool for me to vent my anger."

After saying that, he disappeared directly and left here, but he didn't expect that what he had been trying to avoid still happened, and finally he fell into the way.

He thought of Tatiana and Hermione, the two culprits, and himself, and heard that it was Arista's legacy of greed, remorse.

In the end, he was unwilling to disappear here, and if he stayed any longer, there would be no self, and the moody master would not be merciful.

The castle has been restored completely, the oil paintings on both sides seem to have been solidified, and the huge oil painting in the middle has been restored.

There was still the red sword wrapped in flames in the middle and below, and the surrounding picture was blurry, as if it had been washed away by water.

Her gaze changed quickly, and before Hermione could continue to observe, she was pushed out and returned to a wooded area and sat on the ground, her body beginning to fade away, and her red hair was back to normal and scattered behind her head.

Hurriedly took out the small mirror that he had put away, and inside was a fragment of light from the broken and mixed spirit, but he still failed.

There are some regrets, sadness, sadness, and fear of remembering.

"Is that sad? It's really not like you used to be, and you will be sad for an ordinary person. ”

The cold voice of the primordial witch came from the imprint in her body, with some emotion.

"Do you know why that sword is so familiar? Because it was dug out of your sister's body, it should be said that the brother is more suitable. A sneering smirk came from within, like a joke.

The mirror in Hermione's hand fell to the ground and shattered, and crystal tears dripped on it,

That sword of the Red Rose was formed by the Weather Warlock trait, calling, familiar, friendly, that is... Other words...

She put her hands on the ground, her lips clenched, her light blue eyes were covered with mist, and she sat there as if she had lost her strength and support.

The expression on his face became painful and helpless, and the sound of breathing gradually increased.

After so long, her tears finally returned, but only tears returned.