In the picture, Isidore, dressed in black robes and changed his original size, stands on Salad's back, his gaze under the hood calmly searching the forest, guiding the light of the sky to condense the sea of fire and burn the forest.

With the scorching of the sacred fire, the burned sunken people of the forest gate were purified one after another. A similar situation reappeared in the Earth City, and the golden soul light flew into the distance.

Camos swung the Sword of Courage in his hand, slashed the Fallen with Salad's Dragon's Breath, and asked Isidore through the prop, "Mr. Isidore, haven't you sensed where the underground palace is?" ”

"I'm already vaguely aware of the call." Isidore raised the silver-gray staff in his hand, his eyes under the hood closed slightly, "It's nearby, please give me a little more time door." ”

"I see."

Camos rested his left hand on the blade of his sword and swung his sword to slash a Fallen, who resembled a giant flying squirrel.

"Whew!"

Salad spat out dragon breath forward, and the mudstream swept into a storm of earth that destroyed the corpses of the slain and buried the splatters of blood to form a stone flow.

As anger and fear gradually regained her senses, the witch in the master bedroom walked to the side wall.

Putting on a pair of dark red gloves, the Blood Witch pulled a delicate black pattern curtain from the wall, and when the curtain was lifted, there were magic mirrors of different shapes, obscured by black light.

The Blood Witch took out a black candle from the magic mirror and gently placed it on the candlestick that automatically stretched out on one side. Then use your fingertips to light a flame and light the tip of the candle.

The magic candle burned and flowed a large amount of wax like blood and tears down the wall, absorbing the black light attached to the mirror.

After being absorbed into the light, the magic mirror flickered illusory, first imprinting the appearance of the Blood Witch in all directions, and then due to the movement of Aphre's fingers lightly pressing the wax, the picture in the mirror changed, projecting the scene in the Dead Forest.

The wax that flowed fused into an illusory throne, and the candles did not diminish because of this.

"Human Warriors, Dragons...... There is also a strange and powerful light mage. ”

The Blood Witch gently curled a strand of her blonde hair with her fingers and sat sideways on her chair with her gorgeous skirt lifted, not grieving at the death of the Spinders, speculating on the reason for their arrival in the forest at this moment.

Although the anger in her heart and the loss of her mind are almost complete, the attitude and wisdom of the Blood Witch's body and incarnation are completely different.

The Blood Witch smeared a layer of wax on her gloves and continued to show her anger, causing the forest to riot against her and allowing the Sunken to attack Camos. The Blood Witch looked at the image in the mirror, reached into one of the smaller sunglasses, and pulled out a beautiful skull of a female human from the magic mirror.

The Blood Witch placed her skull casually on top of the burning candle, which flickered into two clusters of ghostly fire in her empty eye sockets.

The ghost fire condensed into the shape of an eye, and the upper and lower jawbones of the skull clicked, and then a hoarse and low, but gorgeous female voice sounded: "Oh, my dear body, what is the important thing that has alarmed you to take the initiative to awaken your long-dormant brain?" ”

The skull shut up at this, its hollow eyes facing the magic mirror, staring at Isidore standing on the dragon's back, tears like black wax flowing from his eyes, and his mouth slowly cracked open like an exaggerated chant: "Oh, such a holy power of light, is the holy Pope finally going to purify us?" ”

"I am ready for death, from the time I was born...... We already know that we cannot escape the future purified by light. ”

Lap condensed into hands on the left and right sides of the skull, wiped away the tears that had not been there, and asked the Blood Witch extremely hypocritically: "Oh, Body, when are we going to leave the castle to welcome the baptism of light?" I'd rather die at the hands of another human than someone who exudes light. ”

"Haven't you woken up yet? My dear, and most importantly, brain. ”

The Blood Witch looked into the skull's eye sockets, "Since he can stand on the back of the dragon, he can't be an ally of the Pope, let alone the Pope's incarnation." ”

"You're right."

Skull rubbed his eyes again with his thin wax hands, pretending that he hadn't seen it clearly, and snorted hypocritically, "Indeed, all dragons can't be his allies." ”

The soul fire in the eye socket of the skull flickered, so the picture in the magic mirror flickered, the light of the room door suddenly dimmed, and the female voice in the skull asked the blood witch mysteriously and thoughtfully: "My dear body, may I ask why you are awakening me at this moment?" ”

"I am one with you, not separated from each other." Aphre's voice in the skull grew more and more concerned, "You woke me up now, you can't possibly want to leave this castle, right?" Watching over our castle and forest, now going out will be melted by the scorching sun, and I don't want to be a mess of mud, that wouldn't be beautiful. ”

"Just because I took out my brain doesn't mean I don't retain my wisdom, and I will never make such a foolish mistake."

The Blood Witch stared at Isidore in the mirror, "Don't you think his light is sacred, but there is a hidden darkness in it?" ”

"Indeed."

The skull closed its jawbone up and down, and there was a clicking sound after the collision, "If it weren't for the fact that he resembles a light mage disguised as a dark mage, and the light power he carries is so pure and holy, I almost guessed that he was one of the incarnations of that Pope." ”

Blood Witch: "Are you sarcastic about us?" ”

"Of course not." The brain in the skull squirmed, "As the most beautiful woman, we should have the best intelligence in the continent, and no race can compare with us." ”

"Your hypocrisy has pleased me."

The Blood Witch adjusted to a more elegant sitting position according to the image of the magic mirror, "He is not the incarnation of the Pope, who do you think he will be?" ”

"Can't guess." The brain in the skull sighed softly, "I've been asleep for too long, and now I'm a little irrational and need a little nourishment." ”

The reflection in the magic mirror acts differently from the main body, handing a delicate white flask out of the mirror. Without the movement of the main body, the reflection of the Blood Witch in the mirror lifted the flask, aimed the mouth of the pot at the skull, and poured out dark red blood.

The blood stains the bones, making the edges softer and more comfortable from graceful curves.

It wasn't until the skull absorbed enough blood that the Blood Witch reflected in the mirror withdrew the flask.

The blood-sucking brain let out a sigh of satisfaction, then gently pinched the edge of the bone with the same softer hand, adjusted the skull to the shape of his liking, and looked at the magic mirror with candle-flame eyes in his sockets, and said, "His light is pure, and it seems to have some resemblance to the Holy Son we have seen before, the Holy Son that is so memorable. ”

"There are too many sons in the Temple of Light, and they are all tools of the Pope to cover up their sins." Blood Witch, "the Holy Son who carries the power of light and can be remembered deeply......"

The Blood Witch reached into the mirror and took out a parchment scroll wrapped in animal skins, "Is this the creator of these love stories?" That's all the good things I use to pass the time, but it's a pity that he hasn't made a new work for a long time, which is really lonely. ”

"If it has anything to do with him...... "Blood Witch," did he ask the mage to save the woman?" ”

Chapter 601

"Which woman?"

Imprisoned in a special 'skull', Aphre's mind asked in confusion, "What deal did you make with that light-clad but evil-hearted creature during my slumber?" ”

Blood Witch: "He borrowed the prison I built under the Blood Forest and locked a poor woman in it. ”

The skull clicked and collided, and he lamented: "If we can be called pitiful by hypocrisy, then she must be really pitiful." ”

"It was a woman born from a defiled sacredness, supposed to be a scarce number of half-angels, but only the Pope remembered her past."

The Blood Witch's gaze was fixed on the mirror, and she took out a glass of aged vampire wine in her left hand, and tapped her gloved fingertips on the wall of the glass, "She has been stripped of her memory by the Pope, and only a part of her heart is absolutely loyal to the divine light that cannot be withdrawn." And she was transformed by the Pope into her own magic, and forcibly retained her identity as a white crow saintess, constantly killing and repeating herself to be reborn in the way of parasitizing a new body.

Even though she had been born many times and had been tainted with evil thoughts by death, that woman still helped the Son because of her inner emotions...... He even wanted to escape from the Temple of Light, which made the Pope feel intolerable. ”

The skull swung its thin wax hand, and also took out a wine glass filled with blood from the mirror, and then spit out a butterfly-like mouthpiece from its open mouth, "I seem to know who you are talking about, is that the white crow saint Andrea right?" I remember that every time she was reborn, a princess would die. It is a painful thing to do, but in the eyes of others, it is glorious and merciful because of the Pope, how sad. ”

"There is only one white crow saintess who can be remembered."

The Blood Witch's fingers moved away from the walls of the cup, her bright red lips raised, "You say she's pitiful, and it's still good to suck the brains in their skulls." ”

"A brain that contains light and darkness, and she can't be reborn without absorbing evil. We're helping Andrea and the innocent maidens who died tragically. ”

The skull stretched out its mouthparts and slowly sucked the blood elegantly, "What's more, I just absorb the skull and brain, and more parts are either eaten by you or transformed into all kinds of sinkers, we are not good people." ”

Aphre's brain, hidden in the skull, sighed softly, and the soul fire in her eyes fluttered in the mirror: "He hid the Raven Holy Maiden in the underground prison of the Blood Forest...... The sudden arrival of this light mage was most likely due to his acquaintance with the Son of Light. Are you waking me up now, do you want to 'let the Raven Maiden' be rescued? ”

"Of course. You see, this light mage is purifying our spinner at this moment, but the Pope does not punish us at all, it is he who breaks our contract first. The Blood Witch's eyes showed anger, "What's more, I let the avatar leave the castle because of his request...... but suffered the consequences of being purified in the city of earth. ”

The Blood Witch stared at the skull that had stopped absorbing blood and suddenly trembled, "Whether it's the light that the blood forest is burning at the moment, or the light that purifies us. The avatar we created with great difficulty was destroyed, don't you think we shouldn't be angry? ”

"As an ally, he did just too badly to live up to his initial promises."

Aphre, in the skull, absorbed the blood in the cup at once, "I can feel that the Pope's light is calm at the moment, he seems to be creating something...... We can't leave the Castle of Blood because of him, and the Sunken will be devastating if they capture the Light Mage. Even if the woman is allowed to be rescued, it only means that we follow the rules, and the light cannot blame us. ”

"To minimize the losses, to let him know that the allies will also be angry, we can't make it too obvious."

Aphreth in the skull lowered her voice, "You guess he might be looking for the woman, so be subtle and let some sacrifices be blown away." If they go underground and find the crows but don't have the space secret artifacts that they can't leave, then seal them in the prison with blood, as the price for trespassing in the blood forest today, and it just so happens that those 'little bugs' are also hungry.

Whatever the outcome, remember to take the initiative to inform the Pope of this, it is his question whether it will come or not. ”

"You're right."

The Blood Witch put down the empty glass and whispered to the skull, "It's enough to give it to me next, you should go and rest." ”

Aphre's brain in the skull sighed softly, "It feels like he's planning something, stay safe." Since that prison has been loaned to the Pope, what will happen to us is none of our business. ”

"Since they were going to save the poor Raven Maiden, let them keep the courage to rush in...... It doesn't matter what happens after that, and it just saves us some trouble. ”

After the command, the soul fire in the eye socket dissipated, and the skull returned to its normal state. When removed from the tip of the candle by the Blood Witch, the skull immediately turns into a weathered stone.

The Blood Witch put the skull into the magic mirror, and then used a secret method to erase the traces of the existence of the brain just now, and condensed the split mental power into a small mirror that reached into the soles of her feet and had been dark until now, and took out a bright and 'bright' bird.

The Blood Witch took out a Light Stone, and the sleeping Flying Bird immediately woke up, it grabbed the Light Stone with its claws, flapped its wings and suspended it in the air, and its golden eyes stared at the Blood Witch coldly.

"I don't have a suitable place for light to live here, and sleeping is also for your safety, and if you want to be angry, you can only blame your master."

The Blood Witch snorted lightly, took out a parchment scroll and used a quill pen to record words on it, folded it and handed it to the bird, and whispered casually: "You have to move quickly and go back, otherwise my blood forest will be destroyed...... As for the woman being rescued, it has nothing to do with me, after all, my Faller hates light the most. ”

The bird flapped its wings and looked into the Blood Witch's eyes, silently chiseling the back of her hand after a moment.

The Blood Witch's delicate skin was cracked by the sharp beak, and large patches of blood poured out. The Blood Witch hissed lightly, the scroll in her hand fell, and the light-clad flying bird immediately opened its beak to catch the sheepskin roll, allowing its beak and flying feathers to be stained with dripping blood, and when it turned away, it was illusory, turning into ripples of light through the space and returning to the place where its master was.

The Blood Witch's resentful eyes were fixed on the place where Asuka had gone, and with her other hand she wiped the blood from the back of her hand, using magic to heal the wound. Because he wanted to maintain his beauty and elegance, he kept his calm, and endured the mouth that wanted to scold, and finally just silently condemned: "Damn it, it's just as annoying as he is." ”

She didn't think much about the reason for Asuka's actions at the moment, only that Asuka was angry that Asuka was forced to sleep and locked up for too long.

The peck wound heals completely in less than a few seconds, restoring the skin's original delicacy. The Blood Witch had been talking to the brain for less than five minutes in total, and she could see from the image projected in the mirror that the dragon had taken its two companions on its back and began to approach the underground prison.

The Blood Witch's fingers tapped on the magic mirror, and the place where the fingertips touched the mirror was like ripples and blood ripples pushed away layer by layer, and the blood forest silently changed shape with her movements.

*

Outside the Scarlet Castle, the originally compact, appropriate distance between the black deadwood was suddenly pulled apart. Sarad spread her wings and flew cautiously through the woods, condensing multiple sharp lines of gravel to form an arc of light and spinning around her, controlling the mudflow to stop anyone who came near them.

Isidore held the silver-gray staff in his right hand, the tip of the staff glowing golden with magical power, and the prayers and blessings condensed into a mark that only Isidore could see, guiding him to find Andrea's location at this moment.

Through remote contact with Vaolet, Isidore and Camos, both of whom are aware of the end of the battle in the City of Earth. There are too many Fallen in the Blood Forest to be solved by the three of them alone. Now that one of the main reasons for their arrival has been successful, as long as Andrea is successfully found, their plan for today will be successfully achieved.

"Underneath where we're at the moment, the entrance seems to be a dead wood in it, and I'll need a little time to determine."

Isidore raised the staff in his hand, intending to forge light magic to make the flames more intense, directly burning the dead wood and the ground. However, the moment he raised his staff, he suddenly felt a thick darkness rushing in.

"Beware, something seems to be approaching—"

Isidore reminded Camos and Salad through the props, standing slightly sideways on the back of the dragon, his gaze under the hood looking towards the place where the darkness converged. The moment he raised his staff, a black mist suddenly poured out of the dense forest, and a bunch of monsters with strange shapes, a pair of small wings on their backs, and heads like frogs flew out of them.

The deformed and strange monster is very similar to the shape and appearance of a frog. The body is one meter long, half a meter wide, and the abdomen is bulging.

The monster frog has a pair of gray eyes on its head, its skin is covered with fishy mucus, and it not only has a pair of dragonfly-like transparent wings on its back, but even its limbs have been transformed into deformed broken bones. It's like the same animal leg being irregularly divided, and there are multiple twisted tails with similar tongues on the inner thighs of slightly thicker thighs.

An extremely large number of modified frog-like monsters jumped out of the black mist, flapping their wings behind their backs and kicking hard in the air with their tails behind them, and pounced on Isidore at full speed.

Upon hearing Isidore's call, Camos immediately turned sideways to look at the place where the beast was, and at the same time placed the sword of the brave in his hand sideways in front of him.

"Whew!"

Salad and Carmos had a heart-to-heart connection, and as soon as Carmos raised his sword, he roared loudly, spitting out dragon breath and sucking the Sunken together from the black mist, controlling the turbulence of mud and dragon breath with the intention of shattering the Sunken.

"Something doesn't seem right."

Isidore stared at the churned and fused slime in the dragon's breath, and the frog-shaped demonic beast's devoid of any demeanor, suspending the idea of light ignition, and continued to calmly say in the minds of Camos and Salad: "I can't tell what kind of demonic beasts these are, they give me a very strange feeling, as if they are already dead, acting because of some secret method.