She Is Not a Witch

Chapter 118: The Witch of the Beast of Tyranny

In the underground ruins, Moruo's housekeeper took the girl to hide in the corner of the edge. He didn't know why the world suddenly became fragmented, and the dark cut surfaces blocked the light, and it was still extending to this side.

Aware of the risk of death if he continued to move forward, he had to stop for a while, pulling the girl to hide here.

According to Viscount Moruo's original idea, it is natural to use those mercenaries and adventurers to get the holy relic, and this girl is the spare key used to unlock the seal.

"Stay here, don't move." After the housekeeper stood still for a while, he noticed the girl behind him moving, and he turned around to warn.

After hearing this threat, the girl nodded nervously and fearfully, and then squatted down again. In fact, she just felt that an unknown crisis was gradually awakening and approaching. The rich undead magic power around is undergoing some kind of change, becoming more and more gloomy and cold.

It's a pity that the housekeeper's attention has long been attracted by everything in front of him, where would he have noticed such a subtle change.

In the center of the area, Viscount Moruo swung his sword and strode forward. He slashed it with one sword, causing a trail of blood. Only then did he realize that it was the other remaining red-clothed officer who had been hacked to death.

‘Not really, but it’s not bad to cut it. ' He kicked the broken corpse, and the desire to destroy was released, which made him feel a joy.

"Where are you hiding, my lovely Miss Messia." The little old man took his sword and walked around the hall again, constantly making steel slices, making the area even more fragmented.

Looking at the mad Viscount Moruo in the darkness below, Roland Hill quietly suspended in the air, thinking about how to solve it.

Although the flying ability of the war sequence is very small, as a witch who is in charge of the atmosphere and wind, she can always grasp this easily, and she can also keep silent and keep secret.

Most of the abilities related to the war sequence are related to physical attacks. Although it is simple to practice and consumes less, it is conducive to long-term combat, but the disadvantage is that the attacks are relatively simple. In the face of Viscount Moruo who holds the holy relic, he is always in a kind of restraint. status.

Letting the wind attack the fortress is indeed a bit embarrassing for me, but there are other solutions.

Since the job of the war sequence is restrained, let's change to other extraordinary jobs, Roland Hill thought so, the brilliance in his eyes flowed, and the purple gradually disappeared, and then the clear blue began to emerge.

The Necronomicon Sequence 6·Youlan Songmei (Evaluation: Perfect Crystal Level) has been switched.

Facing the crazy aristocrat below, Roland Hill lightly pressed his finger on the blade, a little blue appeared next to himself, and then turned into a silver-blue brand, gradually engraved on the blade.

And these silver and blue lines outline the traces of butterflies on the blade like silk threads, and a concept of shattering death emerges on the butterflies. As a necromantic sequence specializing in the realm of the soul, bypassing the material body and going straight to the essence, it is perfectly suitable to deal with such a scene.

Then, the blue butterfly wings suddenly unfolded behind the girl, and she also kicked from the air and flew upside down to the ground.

"It's finally here." Looking at the figure that suddenly flashed above his head, Viscount Mo Ruo didn't retreat but rejoiced, clenched the sword again, and slashed down.

One, two, three, the silver steel pierced the air and shattered the blue figure oncoming, but before Viscount Mo Ruo was happy, the coming figure dissipated like an illusory bubble.

She dodged!

Viscount Moruo was startled, and his body rushed forward to avoid the place where he was standing, but soon, a blue sword light suddenly appeared from the darkness, which seemed to have butterfly-like traces, beautiful and dreamy.

In the face of this cold blade that could not be avoided, Viscount Mo Ruo urged the sacred object with all his strength, and his body turned into steel again. However, the bumps and sparks he expected did not occur.

The faint blue blade cut into his body like an illusory one, slashed quickly, and then disappeared into the darkness.

"ended."

After a long time, Roland Hill slowly walked out of the darkness, looking at Viscount Moruo who was standing still in front of him, then the long sword fell from his hand with a bang, bounced on the ground, and made a crisp vibrato.

After that, Viscount Moruo's body collapsed like a pile of rust in the reverberation of metal trembling, turning into iron filings on the ground.

Looking at Viscount Mo Ruo, who had been corroded by power and died without a body, the girl shook her head gently, sighed, and then slowly picked up the rusty long sword.

[Contact with the Holy Armament, do you want to connect? whether]

【Yes】

[Starting connecting....]

[Code recognition starts]

[Recognition completed, data synchronization in progress...]

[Synchronization is complete, start the initial boot]

Immediately, a pale-gold virtual screen unfolded in front of the girl, and dense information appeared on it, showing the status of the sacred object from all angles, the division of powers, and the brokenness and so on.

【Chopping Iron · Stowett】

Attribute: Elemental - Steel

Integrity: 37% (the higher the integrity of the fragment, the stronger the power-energy-efficiency ratio)

Activity level: 82% (enters a dormant state after the activity is exhausted)

Fit: 85% (Original fourth identity +80%, original wind +5%)

(Note: A high degree of perseverance will make the use more flexible and consume less activity. The use of this holy weapon requires a minimum degree of 10% fit.)

field:

[Silver-Iron Conversion] (upper level): The ability to convert other substances into iron

【Iron sharpening】(Lower level

): Can handle iron objects, sharpening their blades

Looking at the above description carefully, Roland Hill was thoughtful, and it can be seen that this power is a fragment of the Sun Crown, and it is also a subordinate power of the Rock of Four Elements. Although wind and rock are opposite attributes, fortunately, their own characteristics are adaptation and change, and they still do not reduce the degree of fit.

[Because the host is connected to the core of the sun crown, this holy creation can be further improved. Do you need to complete it? whether]

[Additional: This process will take some time (not sure about it) and will cause some fatigue. ]

【Yes】

[Received, start filling up]

The information in the system flashed, and the rusty long sword in Roland Hill's hand seemed to be revived, and began to spread out patterns like electrical circuits, and as these luminous patterns extended, some dark red rust gradually Faded and re-turned into pure silver and iron.

Looking at the sword in his hand, he estimated that it would take a lot of time to complete it, and Roland Hill turned his attention to other places.

The undead magic here is getting stronger and colder, and it seems that it is time to leave.

She put the two swords together, then picked up the torch on the ground with the other hand, shook it a little to make it burn more vigorously, and then walked in the direction she had come from.

The smell of pine oil smoke from the torches filled the air, and the long sword flickered from time to time, slicing through the lilac sword marks, cutting apart the broken steel on the road, opening up a path, Roland Hill avoided the sharp iron thorns on the ground, feeling Looking around, she found that besides herself, the only one still alive was the housekeeper and the girl hiding in the corner.

As for Yan Liuyan, after he was rescued by Loren Hill, he quickly left the ground. As a graduate of Emenas, he was firmly educated to retreat in time when things went wrong. Now that he has no weapons and his body is injured, it is really not suitable for the situation after participation.

Hearing the suddenly quiet hall of the ruins, the butler felt a burst of anxiety, his index fingers and thumbs twitched uncomfortably, the crusty calluses on them gave him a sense of steadiness in touching reality, and the darkness around him could not hear any sound or see the sight. Like a black hole in the abyss, swallowing his outward perception.

To go or not to go, he hesitated at the moment, unable to make up his mind.

Fortunately, someone finally broke the silence, and a girl with a sword walked slowly from the darkness with a torch.

Seeing the girl who suddenly appeared, the housekeeper felt that his breathing was much more relaxed and brisk. Since this one is still alive, it shouldn't be a problem for the master. He remembered that Mo Ruolai had prepared some treasures on his body before, which was enough to save his life.

"Go back, it's already very dangerous here." Roland Hill's clear and soft voice sounded, and with the words, her shoes stepped on the ground full of debris and approached the two of them.

"Where's Mr. Mo Ruo? Has Mr. Mo Ruo found the treasure?" The housekeeper asked excitedly, his appearance was completely different from his usual steady appearance.

"I found it..." The girl hesitated for a few seconds, and decided not to talk about Viscount Moruo's fate.

"But this place is about to be destroyed. If you can, let me take you away."

"No, I have to wait for Lord Moruo to come back." The butler shook his head, rejecting the swordsman girl who was about to escape.

"But....."

"Nothing, this is my profession and belief." The housekeeper refused again, expressing that he was happy to do so.

"But the kid behind you is scared now. So, why don't you ask her what she thinks?"

"She? Hehe, she is our master's property. I advise you not to meddle in your own business." The housekeeper waved his hand and easily refused.

"Is that so..." The girl turned her head sideways, paused for a few seconds, and then directly asked the girl behind.

"Are you willing to go with me, it's dangerous here."

"Miss Messia! Please pay attention to your words and deeds now. This is equivalent to stealing and robbing noble properties." The butler pulled out the rapier from his waist and placed it in front of Roland Hill.

Unfortunately, Loren Hill didn't care about it and continued to ask the girl.

"I...I want to leave..." Maybe it was the clear eyes that could talk, or maybe it was the gentle voice, the girl finally summoned up the courage to answer.

"You!" The housekeeper looked at the girl behind him who dared to resist, ready to slap her down to make her realize the reality.

"That's it." A long sword rose from time to time, and suddenly it was placed on the butler's neck, leaving a faint streak of blood. Even if it hasn't been cut, the cold touch makes people quickly calm down.

Roland Hill was a little tired of negotiating with such a noble again. Of course she could see that the girl was being coerced, but she didn't want to ask the reason anymore.

"I understand." The steward carefully put down the sword in his hand and stood aside nervously, letting the girl pass by him.

With the only two remaining, Roland Hill quickly ran to the ground, all the ghosts and corpses encountered along the way were chopped up by the flashing sword light, clean and neat.

It was only at this time that the housekeeper gradually realized that Miss Messia was not only good-looking, but her strength was comparable to those of the geniuses of Emenas.

"I hope the master will forgive me for my early retreat." The butler meditated in his heart along the way, and then quickly followed the figure in front of him. Now he also feels bad. There are more and more ghosts along the way, and the undead magic in the air is becoming more and more dense and cold, slowly corroding the body.

Climbing up the final stairs, the long passage extends upward, and Roland Hill can smell the air

The fresh smell came, it was the smell of dew in the forest at night, with a hint of coolness.

Thinking back on this action tonight, she felt as if she had overlooked something, or was a little uneasy. Why is the defense of the relic buried with the holy relic so simple, and why did it happen to me? You must know that the 'sacred relic' is rarely seen outside, and it is not always possible to find new ones for one or two hundred years. .

Why did I have such a "good luck" encounter, is it all a coincidence? If so, the probability of this is very small.

And if not, it means that all this was carefully prepared by someone.

Analyzing the information in his mind, Roland Hill's footsteps were getting faster and faster, and he began to escape the sight of the two people behind him and threw himself into the forest night wind coming from above.

After that, a girl in a red and black dress suddenly jumped out of the clearing between the forests, and the figures before entering were no longer seen around the entrance. Those soldiers, officers, guests, and adventurers who came out ahead of time disappeared like nothing.

Everything was silent, not even the figure of the Eastern Swordsman Yan Liuyan was gone.

Roland Hill stepped on the ground with his toes and lowered slowly, looking at the forest where there was not even a sound of insects, he could not help but slowly clench the hilt of the sword in his hand.

"Welcome, lovely and innocent junior." A female voice suddenly came from the treetops.

Looking up, this name has long straight black hair, sitting leaning among the branches, leaning slightly, and looking at the girl in front of him. The long skirt can barely cover the curve of the calf, the feet swaying gently like a crescent moon, the slender fingers are pressed against the rough trees below him, and there are several rings on them.

Although he looked only in his 20s, Roland Hill would not despise him because of this. After all, the age of a witch cannot be measured by her appearance.

Seeing that Roland Hill was about to ask, the woman raised her palm lightly and waved it at Roland Hill. Immediately, countless shaking figures came from the forest.

One after another, the dark giant wolves jumped out of the dark shade, and the blood-colored pupils were full of ferocity and bloodthirsty.

"Ow—"

One wolf shouted, ten thousand wolves followed, and the whimpering wolf howled one after another under the night sky. And this is not the end, the wolf roar under the night sky is like a beacon tower, spreading to the distant ridge, and countless beast roars continue one after another.

One hundred...

a thousand...

Ten thousand...

In the roar of the beast that drowned the sky, Roland Hill seemed weak and small like a boat surrounded by huge waves. And there are even Sequence 7s and even Sequence 8s among these beasts.

Like a horizontal ridge, the giant Spinosaurus rose from the forest, and with every step, stones and soil fell from its back. And when the iron hoof landed, the ground seemed to be elastic, and a huge sound wave came out.

[Dragon Sequence 8 Ridge Forest Dragon]

The amber pupils were taller than a human, and a giant lion with a red mane circled behind the witch.

[Devil Sequence 8: Red and Furious Lion]

The soil on the ground was arched open, and the corpse of a giant white bone was assembled again.

[Necromancer Sequence 8 Ourobone Snake]

These fierce monsters made this remote town the most noisy place in the entire southern border.

In the roar of the beast, the lapis lazuli-like witch gently jumped down from the branch, and then was lifted up by the beasts and sat on the back of the giant lion that was dozens of stories high.

For a time, countless magical beasts gathered together, like a mountain, surrounding the small girl in the middle, making a wanton roar.

Looking at this tall figure sitting on a cloud under the night sky, Roland Hill recalled the story sung in the ancient poem, and finally remembered this soon-to-be-forgotten name.

"Ibel, the witch of the beast of tyranny."

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