On a lookout in the castle, a lanky witch in a tunic bent her bow and arrows stood among the fluttering snowflakes.

It was a half-human-tall longbow with a mahogany handle, the string cutting a deep mark in her cheek.

Estar didn't choose to rush to fight the Firedemons, and the witchers of the Pit Viper School were better at dealing with their enemies with alchemical poisons mixed with various fierce poisons.

I saw her let go of her hand, and the specially made poisoned arrow departed from the string, shooting precisely at one of the fire demon's eyes.

But the Flame Demon Saffron's eyes were not so fragile, and the moment the arrow hit, it was bounced away, and the wooden arrow shaft directly disintegrated into wooden strips, spraying a large cloud of silver-white dust from it.

The dust spilled on the fire demon's face, and it creaked as it landed, corroding a large dark hole.

It was followed by a second arrow, a third—she drew her bow with great skill and frequency, and the air reverberated with the humming tune of the bowstrings.

And all of these arrows, without exception, hit the huge target.

Roar –

The Firedemon let out a roar full of rage, and the poison concocted by Ista may have done little damage to it, but the pain was real.

"Damn bugs!"

It lifted a boulder and threw it like a catapult, smashing the towering watchtower to its waist.

Fortunately, Ishtar jumped from the top of the tower before that.

And the distraction of the fire demon made him slap the demon hunters a few times, and most of his leg was cut in half, flowing out of scorching magma.

The blizzard that Leon called for suppressed its realm and spellcasting abilities, otherwise it wouldn't have fallen into the awkward position of having to fight a group of mid-sequence melee combat.

Any high sequence can use the domain to obtain unparalleled spell casting ability, which is the most terrifying point of the high sequence.

Without Leon's presence, Ishtar would not have survived the attack of the Flame Demon, and the Demon Hunter would have never been able to force the Flame Demon into such a predicament.

The situation has shifted in favor of the witchers of Kylemohan, but the problem is that Leon can't hold out for much longer.

...

At this time, his face was pale and bloodless, his sideburns were wet with sweat, and the last bottle of spiritual power recovery potion had been used up.

His spiritual power is like a flood that opens the floodgates, rushing and flowing.

Lady Angelina herself didn't have much of a mental power recovery potion for him, which was standard for wizards, not witchers.

Scati admonished, "Stop, your mental power is almost exhausted, and if you continue like this, you may become an idiot!"

Mental power is not like the blue stripe in the game, which can be squeezed dry to the last drop.

Once it is depleted, or even just on the verge of exhaustion, it may hurt the soul, and even more severely, it will become an idiot, as Scati said.

"Don't you understand the situation, once I stop, the situation that has just become slightly more favorable will be reversed in an instant, and everyone will die at the hands of the Fire Demon!"

"What does this have to do with us, it's enough for us to be able to escape!"

There was a thick confusion in Scati's voice.

"No, it can't be, hold on a little longer, help me, Scati!"

Leon's pleading voice rang out, and Scati was a little surprised, this was the first time Leon had spoken to her with such emphasis.

She still remembered the condescending, arrogant and hateful demeanor when this man melted her into this artifact helmet in the Arctic Continent.

But he lowered his head so refreshedly

She didn't feel happy, after all, she and him were already in a relationship of glory and loss.

She just couldn't understand: "These people are just your peers, you get along with them, and the time you talk to them doesn't even add up to me, is it necessary to fight so hard for them?"

"You're jealous, okay, I promise you, after this time, I'll take a little more time to chat with you every day!"

"At this time, you still have the heart to say witty things"

She returned what Leon had said to her before.

Li Ang laughed and said: "If you don't help me, I can't help it, but the consequences are a little more serious." ”

He still has the magic sword Avalon that he didn't use, as long as he completely freed this magic sword and turned himself into an evil spirit knight, he was even sure to fight the fire demon alone.

But the cost of doing so was too great, and he would never have wanted to go down this path if it weren't for the lack of other means.

"I do have a solution, but you must give me the storm divinity within you, and I must take control of your body temporarily. ”

"You're blackmailing me"

"No, this method must be up to me to control the Storm Divinity, you are too rough with it, and I was once the Goddess of Winter after all. ”

"Okay, I promise you. ”

Scati's voice was raised: "It's crazy that you really said yes! Do you know how important divinity is to you?"

"Don't make such a fuss, without the divinity of the storm, don't I still have the divinity of revenge and the divinity of the moon god"

"Divinity is never too little, with a wisp of divinity, the probability of you breaking through to a high sequence and becoming a divine life is one point higher!"

"It may seem arrogant to say that, but I'm sorry, I've never felt how difficult it is to break through the high sequence. ”

"I hope you don't regret it. ”

"Of course I won't! Besides, the fat water does not flow into the fields of outsiders, what is the difference between the storm divinity in your hands and in my hands, don't be so petty, not like a former goddess at all. ”

"You're going to regret it!"

"Don't talk nonsense, how to do it"

"Let go of your mind and let me take control of your body for a while, and I will strip you of the storm divinity in your body, and the process will definitely be painful. ”

"Good!"

"It's too late to regret it now. ”

"Hurry up, don't talk nonsense!"

Leon let go of his mind, and he felt a cold breath rush into his body, and his consciousness gathered into his mind, and he began to see everything around him from a third-person perspective.

Immediately after, a sharp pain came.

...

In the darkness, Li Ang suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were pale, and his pupils seemed to be engraved with a crystal snowflake, and the crackling arc of electricity jumped around him.

He opened his hand, as if holding the power of the storm, and in an instant, a fierce wind struck, and dark clouds gathered.

Between the thick dark clouds, there was an arc of electricity shining, and the thunder controlled by the Storm Lord was ready to go.

Leon himself doesn't have the ability to manipulate the blizzard to suppress the fire demon while casting [Storm Lord's Thunder], but Scati does!

"Spread out!"

Leon let out a loud shout.

Immediately after, thunder and lightning swept down.

The plasma drowned the fire demons, and the whole world was as bright as day.

And at this moment, Scati retreated into the background, and Leon regained his palm.

He stepped out of cover, a dark mist gathering in his hand, turning into a magic sword with a skeletal grid, scarlet tentacles stabbing out his sword-wielding hand, greedily sucking his blood.

Bang bang bang –

Faintly, everyone on the battlefield seemed to hear the sound of a heartbeat.

Messier, who was standing beside Leon, subconsciously took a step back, and at this moment, he had the illusion that the man next to him was not a human, but a demon god from the bottom abyss.

The clouds obscured even the last shbit of night.

After the lightning flickered for a long time, the dull and continuous thunder exploded.

With this earth-shattering thunderbolt, Li Ang suddenly appeared above the head of the fire demon.

He raised the monstrous demon sword high, and slashed down with the crazy expression of a gambler sitting at the gambling table and placing a heavy bet on his face.

"Dog thing, die to the master!"