Why, as a witch, would Lydia wear such a mask?

If you look closely, Ron finds that Lydia's dress is also inexplicably similar to the girl in the coffin, the same black gothic dress, the same petite body, and the same flat ......

Ahem, all in all, if Lydia were lying on the ground now, Ron would even have the illusion that the mysterious girl in the coffin suddenly ran out of the Soul Boat.

What is the relationship between her and the girl in black in the coffin of the Soul Boat?

Ron was tempted to ask, but it was clearly not the time.

Under the moonlight, the witch's aura is constantly increasing.

Around her body, there seemed to be a pair of transparent eyes, and indescribable faces, like countless ghosts, constantly revolving around Lydia.

Densely packed, as if a woman's arms and palms were centered on Lydia's location, quickly emerging from the shadows of the ground, squirming, accentuating, wrapping around Lydia's body, floating in the air, at a glance, only making people's scalp tingle.

Slender fingers, all with sharp nails, as if trying to grasp something.

Seeing Lydia's appearance, Vera's face changed instantly: "Lydia, don't ......"

Vera lunged at Lydia, trying to stop her, just as she had tried to stop Ron from killing Melville, she had already killed one of her younger brothers and didn't want to see another brother die in front of her.

It's just that, tragically, Vera is just a woman, and she is not valued by the family like Melville, she does not have countless potions to assist her cultivation, and everything can only rely on her own efforts. And her talent can only be said to be okay, at this age, the strength of the disaster level is already good, but in the face of a witch like Lydia, it is not enough to see.

And she didn't have too a smart brain, and if it hadn't been for the secret information of the Kaya Holy Maiden, she wouldn't even know that Ron was going to be assassinated.

She didn't know how to stop Lydia, and the only thing she could think of was to rush forward.

But a few arms spread past Vera at a faster speed, directly entangled Vera's body, dragged it into the back, and even blocked her mouth, no matter how Vera struggled, it was useless, those translucent arms showed tenacity beyond imagination.

Lydia's body quickly became illusory, hazy, like a pure light and shadow. She opened her mouth suddenly, and suddenly there was a sharp hiss from her lips, which had turned pale at some point.

The sound was extremely penetrating and extremely sharp, and it was not a sound that normal humans could make.

Airplanes!

Ron's head was suddenly dizzy, and his body seemed to be smashed by a heavy hammer, and his head buzzed, and the sharp sound was like an endless wave, constantly reverberating.

As soon as the nostrils were hot, two red blood stains flowed down the top of his lips and rolled into his mouth, fishy, salty.

With his body shaking, Ron quickly added all the five hundred free attribute points he had just obtained to his spirit, and the confusion and severe pain in his mind were suddenly alleviated a lot.

He subconsciously looked up, and Sha Lin in front of him was also shaking slightly, and her face was extremely pale, but it was still much better than him.

Although Vera tried to stop Lydia, Lydia provided shelter for Vera and she was not affected by the scream.

As for Delores further back.

This princess was not affected at all.

As the only normal princess of the entire Holt family, even if it is occasionally suspected that this is not his daughter by Holt 474, there is absolutely nothing to say about the treatment.

Delores's strength may not be the top among all the people present, but she definitely has the most treasures on her body.

On the slender fingers, a silver-white ring, swinging a circle of soft white light, surrounded Delores's body, Lydia's screams were completely isolated, and it did not cause the slightest damage to Delores, it is better to say that the princess did not even move from beginning to end.

Of course, this scream is far more than just a mental shock.

Squeaky ......

No sooner had the screams fallen than a scalp-tingling, bone-rubbing sound began to burrow into my ears.

Ron lowered his head, his throat squirmed uncontrollably, and desperately swallowed the saliva that had grown wildly in his mouth, although Ron had already known how weird Lydia's ability was, but when he saw it with his own eyes, he was still creepy, and on the ground in front of him, Melville was originally alone...... No, it's not even a human being, after all, a human has a head, and Melville's head is smashed.

He only had one torso left, but at this moment, this torso, which had long lost its heartbeat, actually began to squirm on the ground in a very strange way.

He seemed to be trying to get up, but he had no limbs, and he couldn't even get up, like a huge round flesh worm.

Then, creaking, the sound of Suo began to come from all around.

A black shadow was the first to appear in front of everyone, and it was a brocade-clothed secret guard.

His chest had been pierced, and the heart was completely invisible in the bowl-like hole, and he was obviously already dead.

But at this moment, he moved his stiff body and walked towards this side step by step.

Wide-eyed, gray, without the slightest hint of normal color.

More and more figures appeared.

Laugh at!

On the ground not far in front of Ron, a pale claw suddenly emerged from beneath the ground.

This large area of land, for thousands of years, I don't know how many people have died, how many dry bones have been buried, and in a short time, large pale skeletons can be seen around Ron, and they are covered with dirt and leaves.

The skull's eye sockets were flashing with a strange, scarlet light.

Everywhere Lydia's voice went, it was all within the range of the summon.

In a short period of time, an exaggerated necromantic army has been condensed.

The so-called witch is more like a necromancer, and in fact Lydia is a necromancer.

Sharin's body quietly retreated, standing by Ron's side.

On both sides of Lydia's body, two tall knights over two meters tall suddenly appeared, wearing black full-body armor, holding two-handed broadswords that were difficult for normal people to dance.

Necro Knight!

Higher-tier dead creatures.

A warrior with no less destructive power than a hero-level low-star.

With these two Necromantic Knights present, Shalene knew that she had no chance to get close to Lydia by a point and a half.

Even as she walked through the ground and sneaked up, Lydia floated in mid-air, surrounded by the indescribable faces, eyes, and arms that surrounded her, making it impossible for her to get close.

Shalene's scalp tingled, and she only felt that the palm of her hand clenching the dagger was a dense layer of sweat, an enemy she had never faced.

The surroundings were locked down, and Lydia seemed to have a chance to win.

She turned sideways, her gaze swept over Deloris and Charlene, and finally landed on Ron: "You don't think that just one heroic assassin, one heroic demon warrior, can stop me, right?" ”

As a witch, Lydia has the confidence to suppress two heroes at the same time!

Burst!

Before Ron could speak, Deloris next to him seemed to hear some funny joke, and one of them couldn't help laughing.

She was really curious, where did this so-called witch get the courage to dare to be so flamboyant in a foreign country and in front of her, the eldest princess.

A few fingers had already been raised, and Deloris was about to give the order, but suddenly stopped, because she found that Ron, who had been standing quietly in place, suddenly moved.

With everything that happened tonight, hunting the Brocade Guards, executing people, subduing the Assassins of the Eternal Freedom Sect, and guiding Melville and the Inquisitors of Hell to hunt each other, Ron was like a quiet chess player, guiding the game.

She really wanted to see what other surprises her crush could bring.

"Master?" Shalene looked at Ron who had crossed her a little blankly, and spoke in surprise.

"It's okay...... Ron's voice was as calm as ever, "It's okay, Charlene, you look at me...... That's it. ”

He wanted to say that you see me pretending to be forced, but this sentence somewhat damaged his image, so he temporarily changed his words. If it was other witches, Ron might have been a little scared, but Lydia, he wasn't intimidated at all!

Ron will not forget how many strategies he did and how many times he honed his skills in order to kill Lydia, who has become a boss, has been imprinted on his bones and melted in his soul.

As he spoke, Ron walked over to Lydia on the other side with his Ironwood Staff in his hand.

Lydia frowned slightly, she didn't expect that at this time, Ron would be so unfazed.

As if faith had been challenged, Lydia couldn't bear it, she took a deep breath, waved her hand, and a dense group of pale skeletons surrounded Ron.

"Yes, kill him, kill him, kill him......" Melville's soul howled wildly in the undead crystal.

He was dead, but even if there was only one soul left, he would see Ron's blood gushing with his rotten eyes.

Ron must die, must die...... This is already an obsession imprinted in the deepest part of Melville's soul.

Call......

Ron's body began to spin, and the Ironwood Staff swept in all directions.

Storm of Blades!

Cracking sound!

The sound of bones breaking in a line.

The Ironwood Staff is a blunt weapon...... Ah no, it's a magic staff, and with the skill of Blade Storm in circles, it's the most suitable thing to deal with this kind of skeleton group.

It was a large piece in one sweep, and the heaviness of the ironwood staff, coupled with Ron's own strength, made these skeletons as vulnerable as tofu scum in front of Ron.

As long as it is touched a little, it will immediately be shattered.

Ron didn't even slow down as he walked towards Lydia, the ground covered in a layer of pale bone shards, and the soles of his feet creaked when he stepped on them.

Relying only on skeletons, let alone taking Ron, and not even blocking Ron's footsteps, Lydia frowned slightly, and there were words in her mouth.

Following Lydia's command, a necromantic knight suddenly let out a dull roar, and he strode forward, and at once approached Ron, the broadsword in his hand swept heavily at Ron's neck.

The skeleton that was blocking in front was directly shattered into pieces by the blade.

The sharp edge, with a thud, tore at Ron's throat.

The power is infinite, and it is as fast as the wind.

Where the blade tore through, the space in front of it was like glass divided into two layers.

At this moment, Shalene involuntarily clenched her little hands, and even Deloris involuntarily stood up straight.

There was a slight fluctuation from the side, as if he was ready to come to the rescue in case Ron couldn't block this attack.

It's just that compared to Charlene and Delores's nervousness, Ron's calm still hasn't changed at all, he didn't even look at the Necro Knight, his feet just stopped suddenly, and then, he took a small step back.

Only one small step, a maximum of twenty centimeters.

Swish......

The sword spat out from the blade tore in front of Ron's throat, less than ten centimeters away from Ron's neck, but it didn't hurt Ron at all.

Lydia was slightly stunned, is this a coincidence?

Before Lydia could figure out what was going on, Ron, who had just dodged a sweep by the Necro Knight, moved half a step to the side.

Rumble......

The broadsword in the Necro Knight's hand slashed down heavily, grazing Ron's body and falling, cutting a long gap in the ground.

Ron's movements didn't stop for a moment, but he didn't hurry or slow, and as soon as he dodged the Necro Knight's vertical split, the Ironwood Staff was already standing at his side.

While!

Melodious sounds, wafting in the night sky.

The Necro Knight's next diagonal move was blocked by Ron in advance.

Goo-dong.

Lydia swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

This is no coincidence.

This necromantic knight was just refined by her, and the battle program had just been set, and no one except her knew how this dead knight fought.

But Ron knows!

He knew in advance the Necro Knight's every attack, knew at what distance the Necro Knight's sword would stop, and even knew how far the sword qi spit out from the sword blade would tear apart.

Seeing the battle between Ron and the Necro Knight, Shalene and Deloris both opened slightly, and Ron's body didn't feel the slightest bit of fire at all, as if it was not fighting, but more like dancing an elegant gentleman's dance, under the backdrop of the Necromantic Knight's irritability and gloom, there was actually a different kind of beauty.

Even in the necromancy crystal that Ron had in his pocket, Melville's soul froze.

While! While! While!

The sound of metal clashing echoed in midair.

In a short period of time, Ron and Necro Knight don't know how many rounds they have fought each other.

He even had time to shake his hand and glanced at Lydia with a shocked face in mid-air: "The Necronomicon is in your hand, it's really a waste." ”

In mid-air, Lydia's body trembled violently, and her scarlet eyes widened.

While leisurely dodging the next attack of the Necromantic Knight, Ron's voice never stopped: "Why do you want to refine the Necromantic Knight, this kind of clumsy thing is not suitable for you as a witch, compared to the undead killer recorded on page 17 of the Necromantic Book, and the death shield recorded on page 29 is obviously more suitable for you." ”

In an instant, Lydia's scalp was about to explode.

He even knew the Necronomicony...... He even knew what was recorded on every page of the Necronomicon.

The Necronomicon was the only one who had known the contents of the Necronomicon for thousands of years, as she had found it in a mausoleum that had been buried underground and had never been opened

Prophet, he really is a prophet.

But even if he is a prophet, he can predict some major events in the future, such as the appearance of the Dusk Temple, such as the destruction of the dragons, which is already a remarkable achievement.

But I have never heard of anyone who can control the future to such an extent, the attack steps of the Necromantic Knight, the distance of the spread of sword qi, the content of every page recorded in the Necronomicon Book, no matter how small the matter, are all under control.

Lydia's scalp tingled.

One word came to her mind:

Know-it-all!

The all-knowing and all-powerful is not a prophet.

It's God!

Si Bang Sect Country, what kind of existence did you provoke this time?

The second chapter is 4,000 words, and the update is almost 9,000

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