The head on her shoulders grew heavier, and Helriben's keen senses caught Lilith's increasingly light breathing and the absent-minded steps of a few little banshees outside the temple.

"Lilith?" Helriben asked softly, and began to regret it.

The priestess lifted her eyelids slightly. "I'm okay......"

They all knew it was a lie. The reverberation of the call to Asoyan comes at a very high price, and even a "masked eater" like Lilith can't really bear it. When the ceremony of choosing a king is completed, her soul will be consumed.

The priestess's life was like a candle in the wind, and according to tradition, she should wish the other party to return to the cycle in the infinite loop, a lie they always tell. Isn't even the self-proclaimed cold banshee blessed each other to be reunited in Kane's blood?

Helriben raised his sword and pressed the cold blade to his forehead, paying homage to his close childhood friend. Her teeth, trembling with a desire to kill, could no longer endure the intimacy of getting closer.

"I wish you to die no more." Said the scarred female warrior.

"Ah, that's great......" Lilith didn't finish the last word, and turned into a soft exhale. She closed her eyes slightly, and the heaving of her chest stopped. The flames fueled by her soul were still scorching and tumbling.

Hurriburn looked at the fireball with a malicious eye for a moment. "It's almost ripe......," she muttered, curling one leg. Dear Asoyan, please bless us bastards. ”

Lilith didn't blame her for the wording problem anymore, which made her a little tedious.

Helriben slowly lowered the priestess's body to the ground and straightened her clothes. As her hands left the fabric, those eyes opened without warning.

"Can you help me up?" "Lilith" is said in standard Colchis.

Hurley had dealt with this kind of corpse crawling up and talking, and the succumbing of the Insatiable Queen was sometimes too tenacious. Especially in the Fifth Fall, the Virginia guys' definition of life was disgustingly broad. But she didn't expect to see such a change in the temple under the daylight.

The head of the banshee made a move in less than half a second. Although she didn't smell a hint of depravity behind the veil, she leaped backwards in the air, and the moment she landed, she jerked the chair next to her into Lilith's body. Then she stabbed the unknown monster with her sword.

There was a loud bang, and the chair smashed on the head of "Lilith" who had just gotten up, and was torn apart by the sharp tip of the sword, and turned into scattered fragments in the sky under the action of the huge force.

"What a rude little girl." Wearing the face of a priestess, the presence received the blow without hiding or hiding. The blade penetrated into the flesh and pierced exactly where it should have been the heart. The blood was pouring out as expected, but Helly didn't laugh — instead, she looked solemn.

She saw the wound as tiny as silver filaments were invisible to the naked eye, and the incision cut by the blade was faintly glowing, wriggling like a living creature to repair itself.

The rich taste of blood made her feel refreshed, but she had not yet taken away the ability to think. The head of the banshee stared intently at the face of her former best friend, realizing that she preferred the feeling of blood to grief. She longed to honor her dead god with a blood-spattered feast, along with all of them.

You're really going to be in trouble for me......

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just here to see the kids."

Hurley didn't want to listen to the nonsense of this clumsy thing. It doesn't make sense to her. Intellectually, this thing is mysterious and unpredictable, and it still appears at the key juncture of the ritual, and emotionally, she is also happy to kill the thing that desecrates Lilith's corpse. It's rare to be so happy, she doesn't want to leave the opportunity to her little banshee.

Khaliben leapt to her feet on tiptoe, her slender body like a rising crescent moon, and the tip of the moon slashed down with a dangerous silver light. "Lilith" rolled in embarrassment, so that it was not directly split in half, but most of her arm was removed by the passing sword light, and blood gushed out from the smooth incision.

The effect of the tentative attack was surprisingly good, but the head of the banshee did not take advantage of the victory. She stood there with a cold face, watching the thin silver filaments she had seen gushing out of the section, squirming and crawling towards the stump, pulling half of her arm back to its original position.

"How dare demons wreak havoc in the temple?" She asked in a low voice, her teeth chattering against each other, not out of fear, but with another blazing rage.

"Lilith" showed no signs of panic, and even had time to hold her forehead with the only hand she had left. "Your god is still here, don't you think it's a little inappropriate to talk like that?"

"Whatever it is, if you cut off the head, it should be of some use." Helliben wiped the blood from her face and lowered her body as if talking to herself, ready to attack like a cheetah, looking for the other party's weaknesses.

"Ah, that's a bit of a hassle—" the other said politely. Before he could finish speaking, the head of the banshee had already ejected, and the man and the sword turned into a flash of light and shadow, shooting straight at Lilith's neck.

There's no way it's going to escape. Hurley thought intently. But in a fraction of a breath, she'd cut off the creature's head. She could see that, as mysterious as it was, the thing's manipulation of Lilith's body was only a beginner's path, and it would never escape the subtle memories of her being blessed by Kain

With an unstoppable momentum, the tip of the sword stopped an inch in front of Lilith's throat. Helriben's body stagnates in an antiphysiological posture in a thrusting stance. Her eyes were wide open and her throat was gurgling.

"How do you guess I manipulated this body?" The other party said softly, gently pulling away the tip of the sword. "It's enough little toy for you. For the sake of the kids, I didn't want to do this. ”

She sighed. "But you really talk to yourselves forever."

Pain rose from the spinal cord, from the limbs, as if a foreign body had penetrated into the body, manipulating every muscle to move. Slowly, awkwardly, Helriben lowered her limbs and retreated like a beginner's puppet, only her bulging eyes trembling to speak of her inner anger.

No, maybe not an illusion. The silver thread like a living insect somehow poured into his body. But why didn't she notice it?

Hurley herself turned around and waved at her subordinates, who had rushed to the door at the alarm, and sternly told them to go back to patrol. She could perceive that her facial muscles were moving so naturally that they were enough to fool the little banshees. And that guy still sat on the chair and poured himself a glass of water.

"First meeting, little girl." When the banshees dispersed, the other party held out a hand, and on his face was a pretentious smile that Lilith's guy would never have. Helriben watched as his hand lifted up and shook her hand.

It was still an ordinary, unmutated hand, with a slight warmth.

"That's etiquette." The other shrugged. "My name is Shelley, Roga's guardian...... Well," she frowned, as if she heard something, "one of the guardians." ”

She looked at the still burning flame and gestured to another chair. "Looks like that kid is going to have a long burn, why don't we sit down and have some tea first?"

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"I can never forgive you, I can't believe you betrayed us like this!" Fogham was genuinely accusatory, his purple eyes full of disbelief from his injury.

"Excuse me, don't get involved with me." The Midnight Lord lay in the ventilation duct, only one head exposed, and said weakly that Shelley had given up taunting him about how he had climbed into all sorts of strange places when the effects of the drug had taken off. "I don't care about it at all."

"I care." "You knew how to look at the unit on the label at least half of the time when he was there, and now you can't even get the needle!" ”

"Ah, have you been reinstated today, no wonder." Victor rolled over.

"It was yesterday." Vogrim corrected.

"If you're really disappointed in me, please stop leaning on my shoulder and accusing me of being ruthless, okay? There's not an ear there, you know. Shelley looked back expressionlessly, and almost touched the tip of his nose with Fogham, "Bring the one on the ceiling too, and I'm busy." ”

"But you just- I can't believe you're really trying to monopolize his position as a caregiver! You haven't even changed his diaper or sung a lullaby! Fogham pointed to the giant holographic projection and shouted a loud accusatory. Shelley moved to the side. "You even want to take the popcorn to get revenge on me now!"

"That's what I did!"

"I provided the idea!"

"I just want to ask." Victor looked condescendingly at the two guys, who had argued countless times and were still happy to sit on the same couch. "Do any of you really need to eat this?"

"We all know that Nostramo people don't know how to have fun." Shelley used his appendages to hold the huge popcorn bucket far away from Fogham, earning him an angry glare. "You don't need to help us reinforce our memory, thank you."

"We've had poetry contests." Victor protested, looking at the two indifferent, and added, "Sevita won." ”

"Oh." Vogrim, who finally snatched back the popcorn bucket, didn't lift his head.

"It was a love poem, based on the ...... he was eight years old"

The two men on the couch raised their heads in unison.

The Midnight Lord didn't continue. He held out his finger and pointed at the popcorn bucket, then spread his palm. Fogham and Shelley looked at each other, and Shelley cleared her throat. "What flavor do you want, salted cream or caramel?"

"Some, thank you - and do we really have such a thing as cream?"

"The flavor additives I synthesize ensure that the original flavor is 100% restored." Shelley grabbed a handful with his appendages.

"And the grilled wings, thank you."