The thoughts that flashed in his mind in vain couldn't help but make Tron Ceslia feel creepy, and the thunder light was quietly extinguished at this time, and the darkness in the empty bedroom was silently shrouded again.

"Monster?, a few words to describe her!" the girl let out a short laugh in the dark, "Isn't it unexpected that the maid who has been with you for so long has suddenly become such a terrible monster?!!"

"What exactly did you do to Anna?" Tron Ceslia continued to ask, quietly taking an offensive stance in the dark, ready to wait, "or was she ...... from the beginning?"

"No, she was a living person, at least she was, only then I killed her, scratched her proud face, and then disemboweled, and dug out all her entrails...... Finally, I used my unique talent to make her into a ragdoll that can be manipulated at will, and I will install it by your side and monitor your every move......" The girl said creepy words in a childlike voice, adding a bit of horror and weirdness to the already dark and suffocating atmosphere.

"You ......" Tron Ceslia listened to the blood-drenched picture in his innocent voice, which couldn't help but make him shudder, and he was speechless for a while.

"Oh, yes, you must be tempted to ask why I killed her?" the girl's voice suddenly became a little playful, and there was some kind of hatred hidden in the playfulness, "because she took everything from my childhood, all the love that should have been given to me, just because she was a beautiful girl whom everyone loved, and I was just ...... Just an ugly broken kid!"

As if returning to the nightmare past, the unbearable past appeared in front of me one by one, and the girl's last voice was almost crazy, and the hysterical roar contained a huge hatred and sorrow that could not be concealed.

"It's now!" With the girl's roar and the violent trembling of the bell, Tron Ceslia seemed to be dragged into the girl's great sorrow and hatred, immersed in the mire abyss and unable to extricate himself, but the last trace of consciousness in the depths of his soul struggling on the edge of disorientation finally awakened him, and he forcibly concentrated his mind, mobilized the soul power around him, and the muscles hidden under his slender body rolled in an orderly manner.

Although Tron Ceslia didn't think that he was weak, on the contrary, he could sit firmly in the position of the supreme commander of the [Angel] Legion, his strength was undoubted, but even so, he still vaguely felt that this might be his only chance, the girl's strength was definitely far beyond his imagination, so he could only gamble......

Violently flickering thunder wrapped in the surging soul power of the explosion filled the entire bedroom in an instant, and the criss-crossing thunder and lightning formed a three-dimensional thunder net that intertwined with each other, blocking all the retreats of the girl and the puppet named 'Anna', and the figure of Tron Cesslia had disappeared in the thunderstorm......

"Hmm!" the girl suddenly woke up from her terrible nightmare, looked at the earth-shaking changes in front of her in astonishment, and let out a voice similar to admiration and regret, "[Thor's Gift] is really a rare talent, really a little ...... I want it!"

"Thunder Spear!"

Tron Ceslia's high-pitched voice came from behind the girl, his powerful legs were spread, his body sank slightly, his hands were raised above his head one after the other, a spear completely intertwined with thunder and lightning, flickering with a dazzling light suspended above his hands, countless thunderbolts emitted high-frequency and sharp beeps, constantly hitting the fragile eardrums, as if they were about to be torn apart and drilled into his mind.

Before the words fell, Tron Ceslia gritted his teeth, and seemed to use all his strength to throw the thunder spear into the air, the moment the spear came out of his hand, a huge air current rolled up, and the place turned into a wreckage, what made the girl and 'Anna' feel even more dangerous was that the thunder net that filled the entire bedroom was also torn by the violent soul power of the thunder spear, and gradually converged towards the shining spear body, and the thunder net that imprisoned the girl like a cage continued to shrink and gather, and the space of the cage continued to shrink......

The most desperate thing is that all this happened in an instant, facing the oncoming thunder spear and the thunder net around her, the girl's face sank in vain......

The two glass curtain walls on the north and south of the bedroom shattered in the expanding thunderlight, and the dizzying glare like day instantly enveloped the dark and cold city sky, and the explosion that shook the valley swept around with the storm, and the oppressive and suffocating huge soul power shattered the dead night.

The city of steel under the blizzard is boiling!

"What's going on? what's going on?" Even on the walls of Neptune, a few miles away, the young Colonel Jamie could still feel the shock, as if thousands of horses were galloping, and his face became more and more embarrassed in the dark night of the snowstorm, "This ...... Isn't the owner of this soul power the Duke!?"

"No!" Jamie paced back and forth on the wind-swept city wall, his worried eyes lingering near the duke's bedchamber with a huge flame rising in the distance, as if after a violent struggle he had finally made up his mind, he threw the cashmere cloak he was wrapped around to the soldiers, and commanded with a stern expression, "Guard the wall, and notify me immediately if there is any change!"

"But, Colonel, you can't get out of here?" said the soldier, taking his cloak and shuddering.

"I can't care about it so much now, if anything happens to the Duke, the whole Neptune will fall into disaster!" A sense of foreboding ran through Jamie's mind, and after a few simple words, his figure jumped down from the high city wall and quickly disappeared into the thick darkness.

"This ......" Several soldiers on the city wall looked at each other, and the same fear and helplessness were written on everyone's faces in the face of the sudden change.

"It still doesn't seem like you can restrain your impulses well?" a hoarse, dry voice creeped from the shadows of the city walls, with a hint of reproach, "but the Duke may appreciate this vigorous style of doing things, right?"

"Tower...... Colonel Tasura!" recognizing the man who had come out of the shadows, one of the soldiers said with some excitement, "It's great that you're here too......

"Hmm!" Tsura's rickety figure lifted slightly, and her old face looked at the soldier, "Colonel Jamie left his post without permission, so now I will take over the command of the [Angel] Legion!"

The soldiers looked at each other and nodded in acquiescence to Talshura.

"Very well, the first thing to do now is to ring the alarm bells!" Tarshura staggered towards the side of the city wall near Neptune, the burning dormitory like a torch between heaven and earth, imprinted in Tarsura's small but deep pupils, "Gather all the [angelic] soldiers, all armed!"

Tron Cesslia collapsed exhausted on the ruined ground, surrounded by raging flames, the air filled with choking smoke and dust, and the scorching waves of heat rushed in one after another, scorching the space to the point of distortion and distortion, and it was impossible to see the extreme luxury of this bedroom.

Tron Ceslia was lying on his back on the ground, coughing violently, the "Thunder Spear" that poured almost all his soul power into his power was hollowed out in an instant, and now all he could do was lie quietly in the flame pile, waiting for his subordinates to come to the rescue, fortunately, the "Thunder Spear" caused enough movement, I think at this time, the generals of the [Angel] are already on the way to come, I hope that before they are roasted, those lovely subordinates can appear in time!

Heavy fatigue hit, and a broken puppet's face suddenly appeared in the blurred vision......