"Damage Transfer", as one of the core abilities of magicians, can "drag" a wound from one part of the body to another location through contact, whether it is a penetrating wound or a large open wound, as long as the body area of the destination is sufficient, it can be perfectly transferred.

And this ability can be used on other people, but it cannot transfer wounds from one person's body to another.

After pressing the "Magic Pocket Watch" hidden on his left wrist and getting rid of the "Witch of Pleasure" by jumping with flames, Angel, who came to Crane and Dunn's side, immediately crouched down and used this ability on Crane.

Fortunately, although he was pierced through the heart with a dagger and was bleeding profusely, he was still alive, and as long as he lived, there was hope......

Ignoring the blood pouring out of his arm, Angel pressed the sharp wound on Klein's chest about three fingers long, and launched the "damage transfer", dragging the wound directly to his left shoulder.

The bloody wound followed Angel's fingers all the way to his shoulder, spurting blood along the way that soaked Klein's white shirt until it was re-anchored to the outside of his left shoulder, and had gone from a wound that pierced vital organs to an ordinary wound that was still bleeding but not fatal.

Klein's eyes, which had become dull due to the unsustainable heart and the continuous drop in blood pressure, almost immediately regained focus, although his face was still pale from massive blood loss, and although he could not even speak with his lips squirming, he was clearly out of danger.

Looking at Klein, who gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his shoulder, Angel gave him a gentle look to comfort him, put his right hand on his left shoulder and pressed it well, and then stood up again and looked at the "witch" in front of him.

Dunn on the side also breathed a sigh of relief, he took two steps back, gave up the battlefield to Angel, and turned back to greet the "Witch of Pleasure" who had bypassed the "Phantom Phosphorus Eruption" area and approached again, the latter licked his lips, his cold eyes swept over the night watchers, and his white arms stroked around his body, re-disappearing into the night.

Taking advantage of the few seconds when the night watchmen quickly changed formations, the "witch" re-summoned several black flames around her, holding a strange white bone idol in one hand and a frost spear in the other, as if she was fully armed and ready to continue fighting.

Her hood had long been removed from the previous battle, her long black hair was simply tied with strips of cloth and draped behind her, her gentle and sweet features on her round face were distorted at this time, and her slender eyes glared at Angel angrily.

"It's ...... you"

The witch spoke with surprise and a hint of anger.

She seems to know me?

Hearing the other party's emotional words, Angel was stunned, and then his doubts were replaced by anger.

Her left hand was stained with Crane's blood, still warm.

Crane, lying at his feet, gasped for breath, enduring blood loss and pain.

If it weren't for the fact that I had a "damage transfer", he would have ......

Whoever you are, die here today!

With his left hand hanging down to his waist and pulling out the dagger violently, Angel's right hand "thirst for blood" let out an angry cry, with the spirituality she had poured into, with her full of anger, and fired a black flame bullet at the other party.

"Pong-"

The witch swung her frost spear and stepped forward, able to block the bullets, and the flames and frost scattered like flowers blooming in the night.

She sneered, her fingers fluttering, and the black flames floating beside her flew in a line towards Angel.

Angel did not retreat, wielding a dagger to meet the black flame, and when she was about to be hit by the first black flame, her body once again burst into bright yellow fire, making the black flame pass through her fiery figure as if it had hit an invisible phantom.

At the last one, which was also the closest black flame to the witch, the same color of fire flickered, Angel's body jumped out, and rushed forward to the other party, the dagger that was stretched out in advance let out a whistling and stabbed straight at the witch's neck.

"Bang-"

The witch's right hand clenched, and a loud bomb erupted between the two of them, and a black flame much larger than usual appeared and exploded out of thin air, and the flames that could devour spirits and flesh instantly climbed Angel's exposed arms and cheeks.

The "witch" sneered at the corners of her mouth, and stepped back, looking at her "masterpiece", watching the other party's tall body burn and twist in the flames......

…… It then shrunk, folded, and became a thin paper figure that floated into the air with a black flame and burned into a wisp of ashes.

"What ......"

The witch's slender eyes narrowed, and before she could react, in the darkness beside her, a dagger was as fast as lightning, spanning a distance of several meters in the blink of an eye, and stabbed directly into her heart.

Charge a blow!

Unleashing the Assassin's ability, the dagger was sent into the opponent's body, and Angel's ears heard the expected sound of glass shattering.

She didn't hesitate at all, and didn't even wait for the figure of the witch in front of her to turn into pieces, she directly gritted her back molars, turned on her spiritual vision, and looked around.

Not far to the right side of her body, far from the battlefield between Dunn, Leonard, and the "Witch of Pleasure" behind her, a white silhouette appeared out of thin air, and there was a slightly smaller piece of spiritual brilliance beside "it" that directly stung Angel's eyes.

It's the strange idol......

Angel quickly withdrew from the spiritual vision to avoid being polluted by the idol of the evil god, raised the "thirst for blood" in his right hand, released his spirituality, and pulled the trigger without waiting for careful aim.

This is a "phantom phosphorus eruption" that she has prepared for the mirror stand-in.

The bullet strengthened by the black flame hit the ground, and the phantom phosphorescent powder instantly enveloped the witch who fled Angel's side through the stand-in, and the black-purple flames covered her whole body, igniting the palms and hair tips that were not covered by clothing, just as she had done to Angel just now.

It seems that there is no mirror for the "stand-in", this time the witch did not turn into pieces again and use the stand-in to leave, but waved her arms, black flames appeared all over her body, blending with the black and purple flames of "thirsty blood", consuming each other, she let out a soft whimper, dragging the flames of her whole body like a torch in the night, rushing out of the covered area of the "phantom phosphorus eruption".

"Ice ...... Austerity! ”

The witch endured the pain all over her body, pulled out a silver sheet, and recited the incantation in Hermes, and the space around her instantly turned from the end of summer to the depths of winter, and the cold air erupted from her hands, sweeping through like an invisible giant hand, extinguishing the flames on her body.

The witch, who was embarrassed and had a short black hair, breathed a sigh of relief and stopped.

"Smack-"

Like the crackling sound of wet wood burning, there was an explosion behind her.

Angel walked out of the flames again, her back to the burning phantom phosphorescent powder, her backlit face could not see the expression, her left hand was red with blood below the elbow, she held the dagger upside down, and in her right hand she held the pitch-black "thirst for blood", and the muzzle of the abyss-like gun was aimed at the witch's newly turned head.

"Hide and see."

She whispered, pulling the trigger.

(End of chapter)