Wren and the group of aristocratic youths with roses moved in perfect unison—they all tilted their heads up, opened their mouths wide, and watched as the thing made the flashy moves of professional divers, and finally fell headlong.

Well, if you're not mistaken, it's actually gone when the cargo flies into the air.

Whoever falls to death in the back of the head first, that is a lie to the layman.

The expressions of Wren, Harry, and the aristocratic youths were wonderful.

In the next second, a frost-covered ice beauty appeared in the door frame of the third-floor terrace, which had been torn apart.

Flora still has that cute face like a doll, but with that scene just now, no one will associate her with words like cute, gentle and kind.

In the past, Wren's impression was somewhat of a clip sound, but now it has become a cold queen wind.

"Humph! The garbage that has been deceived by the devil also has the courage to come to me to court? The one who let the people of the Church of Light come and wash the floor! Obviously, she turned her head at the end of the sentence and said it to someone like a clerk.

Yes! It turns out that she killed the devil worshippers! That's fine.

In front of everyone, Flora, dressed in a silver waist-cinching evening dress in the shape of a Coke bottle, stepped out of the terrace and stepped into the air...... It's weird!

Just before she fell from the crumbling fence, a cold staircase formed by the condensation of the frost elemental emerged against the wall next to her, just right against her falling high heels.

"Knock! Knock! Knock! In the crisp and rhythmic sound of footholding, she really incarnated the queen of ice, step by step, Yingying walked down three floors.

This aura, even Ren, who is a master, can't help but be amazed.

Coming to Wren, the incomparably terrifying Frost Queen changed her face very abruptly a moment ago.

"Oops! Let you, Master, smile. If it weren't for the fact that the kid was blinded by the devil and came to tease me without knowing whether he was alive or dead, I wouldn't have done such a ruthless move. Master won't punish me for this guy. Flora said as she leaned over enthusiastically, holding Wren's arm with her little hand.

For some reason, Wren has a sense of déjà vu as an old father who gave his daughter to some stinky boy at his daughter's wedding.

He didn't object to Flora's hand.

Unexpectedly, Flora proudly glanced at the few aristocratic young men who were still waiting beside her, and directly sneered: "Hmph! ”

This is not a girl's coquettishness, but a warning full of murderous intent.

The kind of contempt that treats them all as bedbugs and wants to be trampled to death is undisguised.

Originally, Flora's warning was very successful, and it frightened the oily-haired young nobles who even received the bouquets in their hands behind them, but unfortunately, as Wren touched her head, the aura of the ice queen disappeared without a trace.

Looking at the masters and apprentices who went away, two of those guys were paralyzed on the spot, and none of the rest were not trembling.

"It's scary!"

"Damn! How could the family call me to soak such a horrible woman. ”

"Female magicians are not normal people!"

With their superior perception, their chatter naturally fell into Flora's ears, and she tried harder and harder to raise her haughty and sharp chin.

"Yes, why did Master come here specifically to look for me?"

"Well, I'll buy some little gifts for Archduchess Marino. After all, it has caused too much trouble to others. Wren inadvertently rambled.

When Flora heard this, she pursed her lips, and almost jumped out with a 'cut' sound, and said in her heart: You are all a god of the outer lands, and you are lucky enough to give her a gift to a mortal? Master is just too kind-hearted.

But you can't say that!

"Master, I'm not interested today, why don't I pick a few for you tomorrow?"

"Good! This kind of thing is better for a girl's vision. Wren thought that Flora was also a noble daughter, and she had the most say in this regard. It's like a certain two apprentices who don't say a word behind him, it's a pendant.

However, Wren was concerned about another thing: "That kid just now is really a devil worshipper?" ”

"Humph! Definitely! I could smell the foul smell from afar. An anti-evil circle, and the bastard flew out. "Obviously Flora skipped a lot of things, and the results were pretty much the same.

"Oh, be careful when you go out later."

Wren muttered in his heart: Isn't there another devil targeting me?

Wren was a little sore.

The devil or something, the most troublesome.

He is known as the [Evil Buster], and he is clear of his own door, and he actually has nothing to do with the Devil Lord. Risking your way into hell can really be fast-in and fast-out, that's okay.

In case of a stalemate, the great devil who queues up to kill an [evil nemesis] can deliberately line up all the way to heaven from the deepest part of the nine layers of hell.

Killing the opponent's C position is definitely a legendary thing.

This will undoubtedly make a great devil go one step further on the path of the Great Lord.

No devil would casually give up this kind of business.

But Van Wren is a real boss, and what he has to worry about is that he can't show his cowardice.

But he's not!

No matter how much he prostitutes, he is still a master-level master after all.

This gave Wren a headache.

"However, there shouldn't be any devil lord clones to kill them." Wren concluded.

The big devils of the orderly camp have not heard of anyone who likes to be reckless.

After all, 99% of reckless men are in the chaos camp.

Alas!

As the saying goes, if you are not afraid of meeting a thief, you are afraid of a thief.

Wren still underestimated the impact of what he had done for the past few days.

Why no one in the big factions of certain camps dares to make trouble casually, it is the ferocity accumulated in thousands of years.

As a new organization in the early stages of physics, it is normal for anyone to be dissatisfied and want to challenge.

Not to mention, some ulterior motives instigated.

……

Don't look at the Bato hell there are only nine layers, the problem is that the Bato Hell in the Kaos world is bigger than the first layer, and the shallowest layer in the legend is only a few dozen square kilometers, and when it comes to the bottom layers, it is all in the rhythm of [million square kilometers].

It's like a huge puzzle, and each layer gets a larger section, but the radius of this section is somehow much larger than the previous one.

In the depths of hell, in a huge group of dark and deep caverns, only the Essence Demon knows that there lives a terrifying dragon that cannot be provoked.

A twisted creation - the colorful two-headed dragon [Colored Prince].

On this day, when he spread his huge wings and flew out of the cave to find a random unlucky ghost for lunch, he unexpectedly saw a beautiful creature that should not belong here.

This is the dark, filthy depths of hell where there shouldn't be a fairy dragon.

Even if this she-dragon is just a projection.

No, to be precise, this should be a half-blood fairy dragon.

She was so beautiful, and the lines of the dragon's body were so graceful and artistic, it was hard for the [Colored Prince] not to notice her.

Her dragon's mouth opened slightly, and she easily angered the [Color Prince] with one sentence: "Have you heard of [Dragon Buster] Wren Tesla? ”

(End of chapter)