Mirabelle happily took the scroll of the chant and looked at Ron's increasingly misty gaze.

She herself even forgot about the injury on her wrist, but this man noticed it, it seems that this man is not only handsome and powerful, but even meticulous, intimate and gentle......

Sure enough, when a girl is interesting to you, you don't even need to do anything, everything you do will become your advantage and become your plus.

Just like the current Mirabele, I always feel that the young people in front of me like it more and more.

But it's no wonder, after all, Mirabelle has lived in that environment since she was a child, and there is hardly a confidant and caring person around her, even if she takes care of her maid on weekdays, she is all arranged by Hepferson.

It was the first time since her mother's death that Mirabelle had enjoyed the tender care of others.

She didn't say anything more, silently spread out the magic scroll, the soft and warm light enveloping her slender and delicate body, and the warm feeling made Mirabel's mouth let out a subtle moan.

She had never felt so comfortable as she had ever been, as if all the pain in her body had disappeared.

If there really is a heaven in this world, that's probably what it tastes like, right?

The crushed wrists, the bones grew back, the fingers that had lost control began to tremble slightly, and even the internal organs in the body that had been shattered by being chased and killed gradually healed.

Although her magic power has not yet recovered, at least it is no longer as weak as before, and the healing power of the chant is really strong, as long as she is not dead, most of them can be pulled back.

"You stay away first, what's the matter, wait until you kill this guy." Exhaling, Ron spoke slowly.

Mirabele's burning gaze made Ron feel uncomfortable.

Why did Mirabel become like this?

It's different from the game.

In the game, Ron has raided Mirabele.

The Continent of Twilight, the direction of the plot in the Elven Forest has long been very different from the game, there is no Heffelson in the game to control the power of the elves, and Mirabel, the elven queen, is also the role of absolute power.

Moreover, in the game, the player and Mirabelle met at the time of the third expansion, when seven or eight years had passed in the game, and Mirabelle had been sitting in the Elven Queen's seat for five or six years.

The status of the queen for a long time also allowed Mirabelle to develop the temperament of a superior person.

The elf queen in the game is far sexier, more mature, and more noble than the millet Rabelle in front of her, cold, and a standard royal sister, which can be said to be recognized as one of the most difficult characters to attack.

She is decisive and ruthless.

As a queen with real power, she must compete with the second high priest and the pope of the Church of the Mother God of All Things for the supremacy of the elves.

Everything she does, every decision she makes, is based on her own interests. In the game, often what the player does, it is easy for Mirabelle to see through the original intention behind it, and if you are not careful, you will be played by the elf queen.

If you want to completely take down the elf queen, there is only one way, that is, to push the elf queen into the abyss of despair first, and then save it.

Could it be that the unstoppable oppression of being forced to become the bride of the Holy Father has pushed Mirabel into the abyss, experienced that despair in advance, and directly smoothed out the rebelliousness in Mirabele's heart?

That's why Mirabel has become what she is now?

Hearing Ron's words, Mirabelle just let out a well-behaved oh, and then quickly retreated, although she also wanted to fight alongside Ron, she knew very well that her strength was not worth mentioning compared to the Holy Father.

Staying by Ron's side, not to mention any help, and even having to distract Ron to take care of himself, is a complete burden.

Although he was a little unwilling, Mirabelle was not stupid enough to dwell on such a thing.

That soft and obedient appearance even gave Ron a delusion, seriously doubting that this little elf was really Mirabel?

Although surprised, Ron quickly reined in his mood, after all, there was a Holy Father in front of him, Ron knew very well that now was not the time to dwell on these little things, he looked at the front dozens of meters away, the Holy Father still stared at himself with a pair of dark red eyes.

The resentful eyes are like the most terrifying poisonous snakes.

All the internal organs were shattered into flesh, the arms were severed, and the chest and abdomen were torn, and although the injury seemed very exaggerated, it was not too serious for the Holy Father.

Countless gray-black mist entangled around the Holy Father's body, like black silk threads, reconnecting the two pieces of flesh that had been torn between the chest and abdomen, and on both sides of the wound, the scarlet flesh seemed to have a life of its own, slowly wriggling and reconnecting in a very strange way.

At the place of the severed arm, the dense granulation on the wound grows like orange petals, forming new bones, new flesh and blood.

It's kind of similar to Grey Andre's immortal body, but it's much more resilient.

A destructive-level existence, even if it doesn't use healing magic, its self-recovery ability is very exaggerated.

The scarlet tongue kept sweeping over his chapped lips, and he wanted to skin Ron alive, but the Holy Father was not stupid, he knew that the enemy in front of him was not easy to deal with, and it would not do him any good to make a rash move.

He lacked combat experience, and for a while he didn't know how to deal with an enemy like Ron.

However, the Holy Father also has the advantage of being able to cope with any situation, and that is that if he is unable to cope with it, he will ...... Call on God the Father.

The Supreme Father is always there to guide Him at the most critical moments. If the Father's gift comes, the Father believes that he will be able to deal with any enemy with ease.

At the thought of this, the Holy Father no longer hesitated, and suddenly he raised his head, his round eyes widened, and he faced the gray sky, and his grinning mouth let out the wildest howl.

The fat body seemed to be electrocuted, twitching violently, and its limbs were dancing with an indescribable frequency and posture.

"Whew!"

"Aang!"

"Ahh

"Woo ......"

What erupted from his mouth was not a spell, but a series of incomprehensible syllables, like a cry of pain, like a cry of despair.

With the roar of the Holy Father, circles of impact continued to spread from the fat body.

Immediately after, the holy mountain beneath his feet began to tremble.

The indescribable pressure suddenly fell from the sky.

The terrifying pressure instantly enveloped Ron's whole body, and the extreme depression even made Ron feel that his breathing became extremely difficult, and he also raised his head to the sky, just in the gray sky, looming, Ron seemed to be able to see a hazy phantom, floating and sinking in the clouds.

Chapter II

(End of chapter)