(Wrath of the Wind Vortex)

1. Red Blade led a group of mercenaries into Amethyst Town, and the sound of horses' hooves spread all around, annihilating the usual tranquility.

They headed straight for the Amethyst Tavern, which had been destroyed into ruins.

Redblade dismounted, staring at the ruins with a solemn expression on his face.

After seeing the corpse of the Continued Blade, the Red Blade was speechless, and his expression froze like a knife cut.

People are unusually calm when they are at their most angry.

He buried his companions in the rubble, and at the same time planned to buy the land where the tavern had been built, and use it to build a mourning hall and place tombstones.

Whether the inhabitants of Amethyst Town wanted it or not, he had already decided. Residents either say yes or seek death.

The boss performed a simple worship and did not have a ritual such as scattering flowers. It's the midnight slash that has always been customary.

The feats of the Continued Blade at Midnight are self-evident, and the wounds on his arms are a clear testament to the honor.

The only sacrifice worthy of such a member is the blood of the enemy.

Redblade muttered to himself, "Our companion went first. ”

The mercenaries around them did not dare to speak out, and they had never seen the boss so serious, let alone that one of the three dignitaries would lose his hand and die and end up tragically.

"Thin Blade went to assassinate the chick next to him, and he hasn't come back yet. Now it's just you with me. ”

The mercenary brethren find the Boss talking to his sword.

No one was surprised, just a little weird.

Redblade treats his red greatsword as if he were his lover, and anyone who slashes at midnight knows it, but no one can understand it.

His ears heard the ominous sound of the wind.

The Red Blade's eyes suddenly became fierce and sharp, staring into the distance of the street, and shouting, "The enemy is coming!" Why didn't the bastards who were guarding the hut get him! Are they all eating dry rice? ”

Then he noticed that an extremely strong ice breath was approaching at high speed.

The archers are in position, and the swordsmen are ready to go.

An aurora of light sped from the far side of the street where everyone was watching, dodging the rain of arrows in a lightning-fast trajectory.

Redblade stops shooting. The aurora also paused in mid-air, revealing her true form, Filsa. He held the Ice Freeze Sword and pointed it at the boss of the Midnight Slasher. His eyes were hidden by a blindfold, and his face was pinned in one place with a look of contempt.

Redblade drew his greatsword and roared out in anger, "I was just looking for you!" I don't want any more wind vortex stones, bounties or anything! Today I want your life in honor of my companions! ”

Filsa felt a bloody breath erupt on the ground, even reaching the air.

In the past, Redblade only referred to his associates as "colleagues", and it is only now that he has changed. Although the term companion was sometimes mentioned in the past, it was often used in a pejorative sense.

Filsa had always felt that the people of Midnight Slash had a lot of words.

the so-called betrayal, the so-called suspicion, and the so-called provocation;

This time, it was Felsea's turn to return the favor to others: "You keep saying that you don't trust your companions, but in the end you shout that you want to avenge your companions. I guess you still think of your sword as a companion. ”

"You must have lived too long!" Redblade swung his greatsword, stirring the air and spreading bloody breath in all directions.

The faces of the mercenaries present changed color, and the slightest mention of the red giant sword was equivalent to touching the boss's scales.

Red Blade stopped his brother: "Don't do it, don't do it, watch it obediently!" The head in front of me, I and "Blood Love" have taken it, set it! ”

Filsa unleashes her magic once again. It is very rare for a second liberation of the forces before the war has begun.

The ice sword in his hand was infused with the magic of extreme ice, and it shone brightly even in daytime. "Didn't you say that your companions will betray, that is, one day your sword will betray you? This is what you think for yourself. ”

There is no second person in the world who will touch the scales of the Red Blade twice.

"You, you actually said, 'Blood Love' will betray me?"

The Red Blade roared into the air and fought Filsa. The red light and the white light were shining, and the breath of blood and ice was constantly sweeping back and forth.

Firsa was as light as a swallow, dragging the tail of white light to teleport;

But the Red Blade attacked like an eagle and pursued it closely. For a while, the red light almost covered the entire air, and the white light could only survive as if it were a trace of life.

Filsa temporarily gave up the air battle and landed on the ground first, quickly drew the second ice sword, and half-knelt in a defensive position with two swords crossed to resist the heavy slash of the giant sword from his head.

The Red Blade's fury erupted in the form of a blood mist, obscuring everyone's sight. Although it was difficult to see the battle clearly, the sound of swords colliding with swords never stopped even for a moment, and it was incessant;

Even the crossed sword light gradually cut through the blood mist, allowing people to clearly judge the battle situation - the red blade was still suppressing Felsa.

Before, everyone couldn't believe that the blind Extreme Ice Filsa was so skilled in swordsmanship that he was not inferior to any famous hero, and even thought it was just an exaggerated rumor;

It wasn't until I saw his posture with my own eyes today that I was barely convinced.

If the enemy against the Red Blade had been replaced by other prey, he would have been turned into minced meat under the chaotic sword and fed to "Blood Love";

Filsa, who was blind, was able to resist or dodge the path of the demonic red sword again and again, and was not seriously injured.

That said, Filsa didn't have the upper hand in the slightest, and it was only a matter of time before he was cut in half by the greatsword.

The Red Blade swung the giant sword frantically as if it were effortless, and his anger drove his body to break through the limit like a heart booster.

He was bent on removing the head of his enemy, and his eyes were full of fire.

The battle went on like this, I don't know if Filsa was cut down by the giant sword first, or if the red blade fell first when his physical strength was exhausted? The archers raised their bows and arrows and aimed them at the enemy.

"Don't interfere with Lao Tzu!" Redblade stepped back, paused for a moment, and stopped the brother from intervening.

Then he stared at Filsa with a blink of an eye: "Your head alone is not enough to pay tribute to the dead. I want your blonde chick's head! Until then, let her body be enjoyed by my brethren! ”

This time it was Felsea's turn to get angry. The aurora on his body was as fierce as burning, but there was no temperature.

"Do your best, no matter what." He decided to donate all his blood to the demon veins in his body in order to break through the limit.

As a result, the blood in the body is converted into magic and emits high energy, and the aurora itself becomes dazzling. He spread out his arms holding his twin swords and swooped down towards the Red Blade like a low-flying swift swallow, leaving only the afterimage of the aurora in his wake.

In the face of a mad enemy, Red Blade is also determined to use all his strength to drive "Blood Love". He held the red greatsword in front of him, and the red greatsword began to spurt blood, condensing into a half-human form, like a girl holding a double sword.

At the critical moment, the blood-condensed figure instantly jumped up and controlled Filsa's assault. The Blood Witch's hands were blades, and she resisted with one hand and countered with the other, causing Filsa to bounce away. He stepped back far and steadied himself, concentrating on sensing the other's abnormality.

The blood-coagulated humanoid form eventually broke away from the body of the giant sword and floated in the air as a maiden, assisting the Red Blade in battle.

Most of the brothers of the Midnight Slasher had seen Red Blade summon the Bleeding Witch for the first time, and had learned for the first time the mysteries hidden within the Red Greatsword.

"Boy, you said my sword would betray me, right? It's impossible, we're never separated. ”

Felsea's magical sense of touch immediately touched the strong blood demonic breath, and he also learned that there was a blood demon beside Red Blade.

What is the situation today...... It's two to one.

This is the true face of "blood love".

Filsa was overwhelmed by the Blood Demon's momentum.

In his mind, the red-bladed Blood Witch was not a girl's form, but a huge double-bladed demon form. The breath of blood had already made him lose his judgment.

"For a long time, few enemies could force her out. Now, thanks to you, I can finally fight alongside her again. As a thank you, let me tell you what blood love is. ”

Filsa lowered her body and kept retreating to the rear.

The trees and stone fences around him were slashed down by the pursuing Blood Witch.

He had to get rid of the intrusion of flesh and refocus. If he could see, he could see that the Red Blade was also approaching, and his sword-wielding right hand glowed a strange red. The Blood Witch obeys her master's orders and pursues her enemies.

"Sias was my lover and was seriously ill before I became a mercenary. She was a swordsmith who volunteered to jump into the swordsmithing furnace and refine her flesh into a red giant sword in order to protect me forever. ”

The midnight slash caused most of the people to fall unconscious in blood, and they were no longer conscious after hearing the secret of the red sword from the old dao;

Only some escaped the range of the blood infestation.

"How dare you say she would betray me? What do you know? Yes? What do you know? ”

With a roar of rage from his master, the Blood Demon quickly crossed over to Filsa and stood in front of him, raising his arms and slashing at him with a cross.

At the moment when the bloody wind howled and the bloody blades almost hit, he protected his two swords in front of him, and at the same time dodged with a slippery dodge.

The blade of blood only sliced through the flesh of his right arm, as well as his left cheek, and other places that could not be prevented. The breath of blood that Filsa smelled could no longer distinguish between those that belonged to her and those that belonged to the Blood Demon.

Thankfully, the slight pain allowed him to concentrate again, and from now on he would no longer be blindly running away.

He had listened to what the Red Blade had said before he cleared up the night's doubts. The greatsword turned out to be red, the same as blood;

It's no wonder that the material is so weird that even Filsa himself, who often fights with swordsmen, can't tell by the feel and timbre of the collision. He no longer took the opportunity to rest and thought about superfluous things, and returned to the battle.

Situation...... It is overwhelmingly unfavorable. Even though Filsa was able to regain his concentration and judge the Blood Demon's posture without being confused, he could not turn the tide of battle in an instant.

He no longer has the blessing of the power of the Wind Vortex—even if he does, he can't use it lightly. The power of the wind vortex is Shirley's soul.

Each time you use it, you consume a little;

Even if it is not used, it may "evaporate" and dissipate, after all, it is the power of the wind. He wanted to preserve it as much as possible until the time of the resurrection ceremony.

"With Sias, I can't lose."

Bloodseeker receives the order and dashes towards the enemy and attacks continuously.

The speed of the Ice Twin Swords is on par with the speed of the Blood Twin Blades, but it can't hurt the Blood Demon in the slightest.

Even, the part she was cut off was soon reunited with blood, and she was immortal.

Filsa was already struggling to deal with the Blood Demon just - the Blood Demon's aura suddenly and quickly retreated, and the red blade struck head-on.

He scrambled to defend, his twin swords guarding his head, and holding up the heavy slashing greatsword. Then he heard his twin swords screaming, and after a few seconds, they crackled and cracked. Having lost his weapon, he quickly took a few steps back.

Looking at the alleged collaboration between Redblade and his "lover", they have not attempted to attack at the same time.

When one side attacks, the other retreats. When the Red Blade attacks, the Bloodseeker will back away and make no moves.

"It turns out that you are only manipulating the Blood Demon to fight, and you are just using her as a puppet to pull the strings. That's why you can't attack at the same time. ”

"She's my sword!"

"Do you just use her as a sword!" This time, Filsa only produced a sword and fought the Red Blade in a hand-to-hand duel.

The red blade of the giant sword in both hands completely crushed the single sword Firsa and kept slashing at it frantically. Crimson rage erupted from Redblade's body.

Filsa dodged the trajectory of the greatsword with only his hearing, and inwardly calculated the opportunity to counterattack. At this moment, he gave up dodging and instead directly resisted the attack of the giant sword with his fragile ice sword, and freed his right hand, and slammed an elbow into the opponent's cheek.

Both sides took a step back as a result.

Redblade's single-minded attack did not anticipate the opponent's elbow sneak attack, and stayed for a moment—and at this moment, Felsa rushed to counterattack. With his right foot as the axis, he reflexively took advantage of the opportunity to raise his sword and slash diagonally at the abdomen of the red blade.

The moment Filsa thought he could win, he found blood rushing in his face. The Blood Witch teleports between the two sides. He slashed the Blood Fiend, and the Demon Blood used its blade to knock him away.

"She's my shield too! It's the perfect fit. ”

Felsa adjusted his position so that he did not fall to the ground in embarrassment, and after standing firm, he wiped the blood that had spilled from the wound on his cheek.

The master only uses her to attack or defend, and if necessary, let her fight head-on, while the master himself hides to the side;

And when the owner is in danger, he pulls her to resist and let himself escape, this is the so-called perfect fit? Filsa felt that such a pace could be regarded as a denigration of the word "cooperation".

According to the Red Blade, his lover forged a sword out of flesh and blood.

Then her soul should henceforth lodge in the sword.

And the Blood Witch who appears at this moment should be her soul manifestation.

Judging by this, Red Blade is using his lover's soul to fight, attacking for himself and resisting attacks for himself.

Filsa thought that he would rather be half dead than use the power of the Wind Vortex, fearing that he would consume Shirley's soul, and the Red Blade was really different from himself.

However, at this moment, Filsa no longer has the scheming and time to refute these.

He took another step forward, his movements staggered a little, and the sharp pain and injury in his lower abdomen could not be ignored. If the battle continues like this, the outcome will be decided.

He didn't know if he still had the physical strength and willpower to let the demon blood go berserk, but if he didn't open up the situation and wait for reinforcements from his companions, he would fall first. Even if Shirley wakes up, she may not have the physical strength to fight immediately.

"Wait for them to come anyway, and until then, you must live!" He thought so, and his mind was decided.

All or nothing is the last resort.

The aurora on his body began to sway, until it burned violently.

Let the demon's blood boil, even if it was a boiling without temperature.

The limbs began to feel painlessly, as if there was an invisible thread pulling at them.

At this point, before his eyes, the darkness gradually turned into a dark gray shadow. Mr. St. Fess is true when he says that Filsa has signs of "opening his eyes".

It is estimated that it was a symptom of the demon's blood starting to run wild, and he dedicated himself to the demon in his heart.

It's an all-or-nothing option. Even if you win, you don't know when you'll stop.

Maybe if he stops, his life will also stop, ushering in the moment of withering of mana exhaustion. He doesn't care so much, no matter what, he has to live until the moment he is reunited with the awakened Shirley, even if he dies afterwards.

However, just as the demonic blood was about to erupt.

2. It was at the next moment that Firsa's eyes began to mutate.

The emerald mist blew away the dark gray shadows in front of you.

At the same time, Felsa senses a new wave of magic coming to the battlefield.

Redblade orders the Bloodfiend to attack Firsa as he begins to mutate—and at the same moment, he finds the air freeze. It's not the blood breath that freezes, it's the air itself.

Then a fierce wind howled all around, blowing away the breath of blood.

The movement of the wind was terrifying from the moment the Devil's Breath arrived.

The wind blew away the blood—to be precise, countless blades of the wind cut through the blood.

Redblade noticed that the aura of blood around him had been replaced by an emerald mist.

Filsa regained his mind, and it was the returnee who brought him back to his senses. He felt the breath of the wind vortex, and he couldn't be wrong!

Shirley has woken up and arrived at this critical moment to assist Filsa in the battle! Although he couldn't see where Shirley was, he did sense the breath of the recovering wind vortex.

Redblade barely could see anyone in the mist.

Although she was surrounded by a wind curtain and her figure was blurred, she still shocked him: "This ...... What the hell is this? ”

Not only that, but the Blood Demon was affected by the Wind Vortex and put on a defensive posture for the first time, trembling with his unfallen subconscious, as if it was an absolutely tricky enemy coming.

Filsack resisted the urge to shout at Shirley, the most important thing in the moment was to face the enemy, even if he didn't pay attention to why the enemy was shocked.

Wind Source - Shirley's figure is surrounded by demonic breath and floats behind her. This is what he can confirm.

"Come on! The real showdown is about to begin! ”

Before he could finish speaking, Wind Shadow immediately unleashed an even stronger aura.

Shirley also had a magic pattern, and when her magic pattern released energy, it would spread the kamikaze barrier and envelop the battlefield in the form of an emerald mist.

Shirley's strength is comparable to that of the first generation of Wind Vortex Power Inheritor "Enchantress" Prissa, and even the Wind Vortex is even stronger at this moment.

Mist is everywhere. The kamikaze merges with the mist. In the barrier, Filsa noticed that there was a lot of green in front of him, and he could even see some shadows.

He also found that the demon blood did not need to go berserk, and his limbs were still painless as if they were relaxed. In the kamikaze, the blade is as light as weightless.

This is the first time in several years that they have fought side by side. Although Shirley was behind her, she maintained the entire barrier, allowing her magic to protect Filsa in the form of mist.

And he can no longer worry about the problem of defense and attack wholeheartedly.

It is in this form that the two rely on each other to fight.

The power of Polar Ice is more able to realize its potential with the blessing of the kamikaze.

Polar ice and wind vortex are truly in harmony.

Filsa was also haunted by the wind curtain. This time, he condensed a spear out of ice, which was as good as the sword.

He remembered that his companion Yug had also loved to use spears during his lifetime.

So he secretly swore that this time he must personally kill the Red Blade in order to avenge his hatred.

"Let me pierce your shield!"

Filsa left a declaration of battle, and his figure dissipated in the fog. Redblade orders the Bloodfiend to keep an eye on his own back, guarding against a sneak attack.

The wind breath flowed sharply, and the red blade stared closely ahead, only to find that the front of his leather armor had two marks, bleeding from his left arm, and his lower abdomen was also cut by a sharp blade.

He couldn't see who was attacking, and he couldn't feel the spur of the attack, even for a moment.

He knew it was definitely not Felsa who did it;

But it's impossible to know that the Red Blade himself is actually in the middle of countless Wind Blades.

Red Blade could no longer care about the wound that would not break, and finally saw a dark shadow appear in front of him—Filsa quickly approached, led by the advancing spear blade, vowing to seize the opponent's head.

The Red Blade didn't have time to dodge completely, so he raised his right arm and instantly manipulated the Blood Demon with red light, pulling it in front of him to resist the fatal blow.

"Let me pierce your shield!" Filsa's declaration suddenly echoed in Redblade's ears. His heart skipped a beat.

The sharp blade of the ice spear pierced through the Blood Fiend, and half of his body flew blood droplets in all directions. Originally, except for the twin blades on his arms, the body of the Blood Demon was condensed with blood, and there was no substance.

Seeing that the blood shield had been broken, the red blade turned sideways with all his might. Despite all the efforts, the spearhead pierced his right shoulder, cutting a bone-piercing wound that spurted blood.

Ignoring the spear that pierced his body, the Bloodfiend countered with his own consciousness with his twin blades, slashing at Felsea's forehead. He was so focused on attacking that he didn't think about dodging or defending anymore.

The Shadow of the Wind still stares at the battle with a pair of glowing blue eyes, staring at the enemy, staring at the Red Blade and the Bloodfiend, and staring at his companion Felsa. The roar of the wind vortex was fierce again.

The cross slash hit Filsa of Extreme Ice, which was undoubtedly a fatal blow. The Blood Twin Blades sliced his skull to shreds, and the Red Blade witnessed the sneak attacker being slashed by his own Blood Witch at such a close distance, this was definitely not an illusion, and the phantom could not have a strong aura comparable to his own.

Redblade opened his mouth and laughed, and after a long battle, the victory was won.

The tide of battle seemed to be slowing down at the moment.

The next scene really stunned him - under the wanton howl of the wind, Firsa's body in a forward posture was blown into flying snow like a snowman, including the "shards" of the skull that had not yet landed.

The snow flakes gathered in the direction of the wind and drove away until mid-air, reforming into a human form, and he was unscathed.

This scene is the moment when Filsa and Shirley have turned the situation around, and it is the best embodiment of the description of "putting death and then living".

Filsa, who appeared this time, was snow-white, like a demon, with two blades in his hands, and rushed back to carry out the second onslaught.

The Blood Witch suddenly rose to her feet, intending to defend her mutilated body that had not yet recovered. Unexpectedly, this could no longer be done, and it was completely split into blood foam by the extreme ice chaotic light and chaotic blades.

Ice Blade was far faster than the Blood Fiend's own recovery speed, and without fatigue or stopping, it finally slashed horizontally again, breaking the Blood Shield and delivering the final and fatal blow to the Red Blade.

Until this moment in the final battle, the mist gradually lifted. Before that, the Bloody Breath was long gone.

The boss of the Midnight Slash was covered in blood and blade wounds, and fell to his knees, unable to get up again. He used the red greatsword as a prop to keep himself from collapsing.

But just maintaining such a posture is already exhausting.

Sias ...... Sias ......"

The gore is gone. Even the fighting spirit was extinguished along with the anger.

Red Blade still recited his lover's name with his last breath, and his candle of life gradually faded.

After a long time, Filsa breathed a sigh of relief when he confirmed that the enemy's breath of life was gone. Fortunately, Shirley felt in time to bring a decisive turn for the battle.

Speaking of Shirley...... Felsa turned, facing her head-on. I wonder what she will think when she sees her like this?

He couldn't see her face anymore. Thinking of this, an inexplicable sadness swelled up in my heart.

At least to take her back into his arms—he thought so violently in his heart, walking in Shirley's direction.

Filsa was a little apprehensive, and this feeling was more serious than ever. He let his guard down completely, and barely had time to be surprised, when a deep groove was violently cut in his left shoulder.

This rapidity, this awe-inspiring momentum...... The enemy had already died by the sword, and this sneak attack was clearly coming from the front.

Why?

"Get out of her!"

In the distance, Jielu's rapid shout broke Firsa's stupiness. At the same moment, there was a storm of wind in front of him, condensing into seven or eight sharp blades and frantically attacking Filsa.

He jumped off the ground, and if he hesitated for a moment, he would be cut into pieces along with the ground.

"Hey, what's going on?" Ignoring the mortal wound on her shoulder, Filsa bewildered and bewildered the Shadow of the Storm.

However, the answer to him was more than a dozen wind blades that struck again.

Filsa ran wildly in the direction of Jielu, almost being cut along the way.

After Jielu and Filsa rendezvous, she anxiously explained: "Sister Shirley, she has completely ...... Demonized! ”

"How is that possible? I clearly felt the breath of the wind vortex! "He relies on his sense of magic to discern the outside world, and it is impossible not to distinguish between humans and demons, absolutely impossible.

"You can't see what she's like now!"

Jielu looked fearfully at the swaying shadow of the wind in front of her.

The demon named "Shirley" has finally unlocked the curtain of wind that haunts her. Her eyes glowed, and the girl's body was pale, half of her long red hair wrapped around her body, and half of it fluttered like flames.

She also controlled the wind around her with her mind, and as long as there was wind, she could become a blade, and it was a deadly blade sharper and faster than anything else.

"Lie to me, huh? She had just defeated the Midnight Slasher with me......" Before she could finish speaking, Filsa collapsed into Jero's arms.

Is this fate? Yug resurrects his lover and eventually turns him into a monster;

Resurrected Shirley himself, and eventually ......

The Wind Shadow paused inexplicably, his green eyes staring at the two of them, never stopping.

She ...... Does she know about the relationship between the two of us......" Jielu whispered, and her words began to tremble.

It wasn't impossible, Shirley might have heard Thinblade's words while she was still surrounded by tornadoes in the altar, her soul and body merging with each other.

Thin Blade used Jielu's ambiguous relationship with Filsa as a starting point to try to distract Jielu in the battle, and she knew that as long as he was involved, Jielu would show flaws.

Felsa barely stood on his feet with the support of his companions, muttering to himself and spitting out a sad judgment: "I understand......"

The Wind Vortex did awaken as it wished. The Shadow of the Wind floated in mid-air and looked around, noticing a large crowd approaching.

Midnight Slash caused the rest of the people to concentrate again, intending to take down the Wind Vortex. Although they have lost their leaders, they are mercenaries after all, and can act according to their own judgment.

Jero asks Felsa what the hell is going on, as she watches Midnight Slash besiege the Wind Vortex.

I saw that the archers fired ten thousand arrows in unison, but they could not hit the prey—the rain of arrows pierced through Shirley and shot away. She was like a phantom, unable to be harmed by ranged weapons.

The emerald mist spread again, then flowed sharply, turning into thousands of wind blades. Shirley once again let the wind curtain wrap around herself, returning to her state of wind shadow, and began to sway, moving like a whirling dance, dispersing all the wind blades and attacking the crowd like a raging attack.

For a while, the blood covered the sky. The blade slashes the enemy like a vegetable. No one could see its shape, no one could see its trajectory, only rivers of blood and mutilated corpses everywhere.

The blades of the wind continued to fly back and forth, severing throats, severing limbs, severing lives. The ground was dark red, like a bloody place that had been slaughtered by demons.

Seeing this, Jielu didn't even dare to scream, and her whole body trembled.

Filsa learns of this tragic scene through her magical perception.

The suffocating power of the wind vortex, the terrifying evil breath, and the cruel and cruel methods of killing......

"She's not Shirley!"

Filsa pulled the gel back away, feeling the mist about to spread to this side.

"She's not Shirley! She's Prissa! The one who has awakened is the "Enchantress of the Dead Country" Prissa! ”

"How is that possible? Don't...... The Wind Vortex Stone we got was fake? ”

"It's true, Yug didn't lie to us! But ......"

The secret that Shirley never told and didn't dare to tell before her death was that she was actually the same body as Prissia.

There is no rumor that she was reincarnated as a demon queen, but a true fact. Filsa had long been suspicious, and lately, whenever he thought of her, he would overlap her shadow with the enchantress Prissia.

Jielu had heard her companion mention it several times, and she was about to lose her memory.

She had heard from her companions that the Enchantress Prissa was associated with the fall of the kingdom thousands of years ago, and that she had presided over a massacre known as the Full Moon Blood Dance.

Even if Jielu had never witnessed the so-called full moon blood dance massacre.

But today's encounter is probably one of them.

The Shadow of the Wind kept closing in on the two of them, and they kept backing away until there was no way out.

Even if they faced each other in their heyday, they were no match for Prissa at all, she could be described as a witch from ancient times.

Moreover, Felsa is still seriously wounded, unable to lift his left shoulder, and unable to even hold a sword. If you rely on Jielu alone, you will die in less than a minute.

Jielu made a decision in her heart, raised her knife, and suddenly protected Filsa's body, standing in a pre-drawn posture, about to fight.

"Don't! Go away! Filsa hurried to stop her, despite her injuries.

"If I die, I should be able to calm Sister Shirley's anger."

"What stupid are you talking about? She's not Shirley! ”

"Indeed...... But if that's the case, I won't hesitate to swing my sword! ”

"Don't do that! Retire! ”

But this time, Jielu no longer obediently listened to his companion's words, but pushed him away and took a step forward by herself.

This time there is no escaping the decisive battle. She closed her eyes, and in an instant she remembered a lot—bitter and sweet experiences in the past, and that distant dream......

Just as she was about to concentrate, the Polar Ice Breath erupted behind her to disturb her mind.

She opened her eyes in surprise - Filsa had gone on a rampage!

This is the last light that is wailing and weeping. Under his dark blindfold, two lines of blood and tears flowed.

The aurora collides with the green light.

……

3. Filsa, who still has a remnant, wakes up. The body is unable to move. He found himself half-lying beside the trunk of a tree, covered in bandages.

It was cold in front of me, and I still couldn't see anything. The blindfold was burned out by the aurora as early as the rampage. His clothes were similarly ragged.

Jero fell asleep exhaustively on her chest, her hands wrapped tightly around her waist. Luckily, she was fine and breathing steadily.

What the hell is going on...... Felsa had a headache and didn't want to think about it.

He and the leader of the Midnight Envoy are in a duel, and the awakened Shirley arrives and makes himself a reversal and victory.

Later, Shirley attacked herself. In order to protect his companions, he did not hesitate to drive the demon blood to run wild, and in the end he was still defeated by Shirley, who was full of magic power. He lost consciousness before the blade of despair struck.

This is the end of the trip – the sad one.

"Mr. Felsa, you're finally awake!" He heard the voice of Yog's disciple, praying. At the same time, the gel on his chest moved.

Filsa struggled to move her lips.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he asked, "Have you ever seen one...... The people who surround the wind curtain? ”

"That monster...... Flew away in the direction of the north. Then I saw you both lying on the ground with serious injuries. Around...... There were corpses and blood everywhere. Praying spoke tremblingly.

If it were someone else, they would also be horrified by the tragic scene comparable to the full moon blood dance.

Others called Shirley a monster, and it was very uncomfortable. But then he remembered that the monster was not Shirley, but Prissia.

In this way...... She didn't kill herself and Jielu with a ruthless hand.

Why. What exactly is the reason. If it was Shirley, it was entirely possible that she was soft-hearted;

But if it was Prissia, it was impossible, it was completely impossible, she was a cruel demon who would not even blink an eye after killing tens of thousands of people, but would take pleasure in it.

At this time, Jielu also woke up, and when she saw that Firsa was still awake, she couldn't help but sob.

Previously, when he woke up, he found the altar empty. So he was about to leave, and then the pain in his lower abdomen reminded him that he had been attacked.

After bandaging her wounds briefly, she left the crypt and drove out of the house, only to find that the sky of Amethyst had become very dark.

She eventually made it to the bloodbathed battlefield, where she found the two survivors and carefully healed their wounds.

"Felsa, Sister Shirley...... Where is she? ”

"There's no going back...... Well, there's no going back. ”

Jero wept bitterly in his arms. Qi was also infected, and his heart was uncomfortable, comforting the two.

Filsa didn't listen to anything.

In his heart, he just kept thinking about the same thing—

Northbound ...... Prissa flew north, where she was targeted.