On this desert island, there are strangers appearing, or is it in the abandoned camp that the two of them just walked through?

Angel's heart was alarmed, his pace slowed down, and his hand touched the "good luck" revolver on his waist.

Although spirituality does not indicate danger, it does not mean that the other party is not hostile, for example, the opponent has not shown murderous intent for the time being, or the sequence is too high, and the strength gap is too large, and the spirit is likely not to give a warning.

Klein was carrying a lantern behind her, and at this time he was also slightly staggered, so that the two could support each other without being "wiped out" by certain abilities.

"May I ask who you are?"

After standing still, she asked softly, trying not to provoke the other party and avoid unnecessary conflicts.

When the other party said "finally back", they wouldn't think that this abandoned camp belonged to the two of them, right?

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that you just dealt with the 'Gazer' who has been living here, took the extraordinary materials on its body, and prepared to take that 'ghost ship' on the sea and leave here?"

The black-haired woman sat on a worn box by the campfire and said sideways to the two.

Angel noticed that her feet were bare under her skirt, and the tips of her toes rested lightly on the ground, scratching the gravel and dirt from time to time, but without a trace of filth.

"Yes."

She replied honestly, the other party made all his itinerary for tonight clear, and it didn't make any sense to deny it.

Syllable.

The women deftly jumped off the box and stepped on the gravel towards them.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just a hapless guy on this desert island, you can call me Annie." A smile appeared on her somewhat unreal face, "I'm waiting for you here, just to ask for a small favor." ”

Same as the people in the camp...... And what about these people in the camp?

Angel felt a cold sweat oozing from her back, and before leaving the place to hunt the Gazers, she and Crane determined through divination that the camp had been built by pirates who had fallen five years earlier, but a month later, they had disappeared en masse.

Could it be that the disappearance of the survivor has something to do with the woman in front of him?

She gave Crane a sneaky look, and the two of them separated even more, almost forming an equilateral triangle with the women around the campfire.

At this time, the two of them didn't dare to answer the words of the woman in the pale yellow dress in front of them, what a "small favor", whether it is folklore, or some "counterexamples" in the occult, it shows that once you easily agree at this time, I am afraid that there will be endless troubles.

The woman was not annoyed by the silence of the two in front of her, she walked briskly on the ground barefoot, making a snapping sound, as if a teenage girl was running happily.

But when the voice reached Angel's ears, it carried an indescribable sense of majesty and oppression, which made her mouth, which she had intended to close tightly, open involuntarily.

"Do you mean to let us take you back to the nearest port?"

Under pressure, she had to say something to resist the discomfort.

"Of course not, I can't leave, and neither can you," the woman who called herself Anne chuckled, as if hearing some amusing joke, "and I mean that you are attacking me with all your might as hard as you did against the Gazer." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Angel rushed to the side, and a black flame was generated in the direction she was going, shooting out like a sharp arrow, and then turning from pitch black to bright yellow, which would become the landing point of her "flame jump".

At the same time, Crane also snapped his fingers and ignited a cloud of dead grass in the distance, and a wave of flames poured out from the hem of his trench coat, engulfing him whole.

"Smack." "Smack."

Two sounds sounded like hitting a hard object, and Angel and Klein seemed to have been smashed on the head by a giant hammer, emerging from the void, dozens of meters away from the landing point of the jump.

Or rather, almost none of them left their place.

"As I said, none of you can get out of here."

At this time, Anne's words with a hint of amusement reached the ears of the two.

Is it an "arbitrator"...... And most likely the extraordinaire of the high sequence!

Angel felt her heart slowly sink and fall to the bottom.

She was already proficient in using "judge" to issue injunctions, and she knew that there was no need to use the ancient Hermetian language, but that integrating "injunctions" into ordinary conversation was certainly not something that ordinary people in the middle sequence could do.

In the face of such a demigod, Klein, who had just used the "Knight Bracelet" and had not yet recovered his strength, and Crane, who had sacrificed the "Wriggling Hunger" and only had his own extraordinary abilities, were not opponents combined.

Only the return of the black cat Winsa and the headless messenger Renette, or the presence of Mr. Azik in person, can solve the current crisis!

Angel glanced at Crane on the other side, who had apparently thought of this as well, and jerked out the bronze whistle from his pocket that solidified the Messenger Summoning Spell, blowing it with unparalleled momentum, silent ripples echoing around the abandoned camp.

"What the hell are you going to do when you're trapped here?"

Unsure of how long it will take for Azik's messenger to arrive, Angel no longer tries to escape from the "forbidden to leave" area with the fire jump, but uses words to attract Anne's attention and help Crane buy some time.

"Why do I have to keep repeating it to everyone I've met?" The black-haired and golden-eyed Anne showed a wry smile on her face, "I said it very clearly, please attack me with all your might." ”

"Your battle with the Gazer was exciting, but why aren't you willing to attack me? Don't you dare? ”

If the other party is not a demigod, Angel doesn't mind going up and educating her not to talk like that, but the problem is ......

She looked in Crane's direction, where the staggeringly tall bone messenger was disintegrating into splinters and burrowing into the ground.

Now it's up to Mr. Azik to arrive...... As for Winsa and Renette, the two who didn't have time to set up the altar certainly didn't have a chance to summon them.

"Is that gentleman done? Isn't it possible to get started? ”

Following Angel's gaze, Anne also looked at Klein and said with a chuckle.

She didn't care about this "little action" of asking for help at all...... Crane's original expectation of Mr. Azik, who was being stared at, was slowly disappearing into the other party's confident smile.

He put away the brass whistle and was about to say something to delay the time, when he saw the mysterious woman open her mouth again and say:

"Looks like I need to give you a little motivation to attack me, like ...... No breathing? ”

No sooner had her flat words ended than Angel and Klein felt their inhalation become sluggish.

No, not sluggishness, the movement of the two of them to breathe completely stopped, only the little exhaust gas in the lungs that could not be discharged was constantly circulating, making them immediately fall into a panic of lack of oxygen.

She hadn't intended to drag us down...... Angel no longer hesitated, took out the "Good Luck" revolver, broke the hammer, and shot at Anne, who was extremely conspicuous in the night in the pale yellow dress.

"Boom-"

The luck that had been accumulated overnight finally came into play, and the bullets that had been sixteen times more powerful were fired out of the chamber, and the strong recoil even made her take two steps back slightly as she fell into weakness.

When—

This extraordinary bullet, which was as powerful as a large-caliber cannonball, hit Anne's white face as if it had hit an armor plate tens of centimeters thick, making a crisp sound and being bounced off in spite of sparks.

The young woman's face didn't leave a trace, but the look of disappointment was palpable.

"That's it?" She seemed to be saying that.

This is an attack that can penetrate the body of the "shepherd" with one blow, and even "Despair" has to use a stand-in to dodge...... In the other party's majestic momentum and the suffocation of not being able to breathe, Angel felt his head explode with a bang.

Without hesitation, she summoned the "Sword of Dawn" on her left wrist again, and unleashed a "Flame Jump", which burst out of the flames ignited by a snap of Klein's fingers.

The bone blade that had turned into a dagger stabbed into the other's most vulnerable throat with even more force than usual.

Anne watched as if stunned, without the slightest defensive movement, as she watched as the tip of her dagger stabbed at herself.

When—

The same voice sounded, and the extremely sharp "Sword of Dawn" seemed to scrape through an iron plate, and a string of sparks slid past Anne's neck, leaving a shallow white mark.

Shaking her head in disappointment, the mysterious woman stretched out her slender right hand, grabbed Angel's left arm holding the dagger, pulled her towards herself, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and asked mockingly:

"Is that all? You ......"

Anne suddenly looked down, Angel's right hand, which had been motionless, was now pressing against her slightly barren chest, and her fingertips were against a dark red piece of iron.

"Calamity!"

As the opened spell was recited, this spell engraved with mysterious patterns and poured out of blood instantly inhaled more than half of Angel's spirituality, and sent out a spell that made Crane, who had just used illusion to help cover Angel's movements dozens of meters away, feel a fluctuation of heart palpitations.

It was the breath of absolute destruction and calamity.

Hit head-on by this force, Anne's expression froze with a hint of teasing, her long black hair no longer fluttering in the wind, and her golden eyes lost their brilliance.

Then, her fair skin turned gray, and her pale yellow dress was shabby, as if she had spent an unknown number of years with the remnants of the surrounding camp.

In the eyes of the two, the mysterious "arbiter" demigod collapsed on the rubble and gravel, turning into ashes in the night breeze.

The "ban" also expired at the same time, and Angel inhaled fresh air in both lungs, allowing her body, which had felt deprived of oxygen from the intense action just now, to recover quickly.

But she still looked at "Annie's Ash" on the ground in disbelief, and her right hand, which had just used the "Calamity" charm, pinched and relaxed.

Compared to two lifeless and easily hit ships, a runaway bishop who took the initiative to grab the spell was the first complete demigod to die under the "scourge"!

She took a deep breath, feeling the sense of accomplishment, and looked back at Crane in the distance, who was helping her cover and provide a landing point for the flames in the middle of the battle.

Behind her, Anne, with black hair and golden eyes, and a pale yellow dress, stood less than a meter away from her with a smile.

"It's a magical power, if it were you, maybe it could really ......"

She said indifferently, then raised her left hand and pointed lightly ahead:

"Captivity."

Angel, who had already kicked his feet together and was a few meters away, felt the air around him become viscous, as if it had become solid, as if it had become a transparent wall.

She did not hesitate to use the "mirror double", and her figure turned into an illusory shard that kept sprinkling.

But the next moment, she was back in place.

The "mirror stand-in" does not allow her to escape the confinement of this demigod!

"Exile!"

Annie's other finger was pointed at Klein, who had also fled from the camp with no "ban" effect through the flash of flames, only to feel a tremendous force push him into the distance.

"No!"

He screamed, setting fire to another handful of dead grass on the ground, and was about to use the flash to return to Angel, but the order to "exile" kept him away, unable to get closer.

A moment later, the rich colors around the desperate Crane continued to flash, and he was exiled from the desert island of reality to the spirit world.

In his sight, in the abandoned camp, Anne, who had been killed by the "Calamity" charm and resurrected in an instant, was smiling and walking towards Angel, who was imprisoned in the same place.

(End of chapter)