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A gust of wind blew, and the leaves rustled, as if the mist was whispering.
The Saint of Destruction moved among the trees like a severely wounded, miserable and sharp beast. The ends of her hair had been dyed red, and her skirt armor made a creaking sound in the bushes. Behind her, a string of bright red blood dripped onto the black land.
Kill you...
Kill you!!!
The Saint of Destruction whimpered with a ferocious expression, as if she couldn't wait to recover so that she could kill all these challengers who had to hide in the castle at night!
But she didn't realize it.
Behind a tree not far away.
A tall and strong figure walked out silently.
He was holding a heavy crossbow, like a hunter who had finally found his prey.
A shadow clung to his face, and only his purple pupils were particularly clear in the darkness.
Chapter 142 Frey's Great Wisdom
The bleak autumn wind is chilly, the colors of the sunset are gradually swallowed up by the gloomy clouds, and dark gray and black begin to permeate the world.
The dense forest was filled with an eerie atmosphere of darkness, and the thin light was increasingly unable to dispel the deepening shadows all around.
The Saint of Destruction's breathing was rapid and low, and she staggered through a forest.
Now she has waited until the cooldown of [Forced Dispel] is over and removed all the statuses on herself.
The throat finally no longer hurt like a knife, and all the abnormal conditions such as reduced treatment and blood loss were also lifted.
Her footsteps kept stepping on the soft soil, which was slippery and cold.
She just needs to hide a little further away until dark, and recover her condition a little. When the Blood Lord wakes up, she will have the capital to borrow the power of the blood clan and fight back again.
At least two people must be slaughtered tonight... Their stomachs must be ripped open and they must be hung in the sanctuary to die in agony while their blood sausages are drained!
It would be best... to capture the half-demon duchess who has always been with Lanqi, scrape off her skin and flesh, and spread it out on the banquet table in the cathedral, so that Lanqi who comes to the cathedral tomorrow morning can witness the most miserable and ugly death of the duchess with his own eyes.
Can he still maintain that indifferent look?
Just thinking about Lanqi's expression when he saw that scene, the Saint of Destruction couldn't help but tremble at the corners of her mouth.
Even if she still can't kill Lanqi tonight, she will wait until all of Lanqi's minions are wiped out and he is left alone. Even if Lanqi has more epic cards, he will no longer be a threat to her!
And the detective whose brain was only about muscles probably discovered the hint of the shadow world as soon as he arrived in the town, and then returned halfway in disgrace.
He was probably very happy, thinking that his teammates had solved all the problems in advance.
However, he would never have thought that the moment he climbed up the cliff again would be the day of his death.
The Saint of Destruction would stand guard at the edge of the cliff, watching the detective climbing up step by step with difficulty, and then chop off his hands with the flaming magic sword, causing him to fall off the 800-meter cliff in astonishment and despair and turn into a pile of meat paste!
"Your mistakes were... you shouldn't have provoked the Resurrection Church... and you shouldn't have met me..."
The voice of the Saint of Destruction was cold and cruel, mixed with vicious determination.
However, while thinking this, the Saint of Destruction did not notice that something seemed to be wrong under her feet.
Her feet suddenly felt empty and a feeling of weightlessness instantly enveloped her whole body.
The next moment, it was as if I fell from the physical world into nothingness.
The deep, dark hole in the ground was like the throat of a monster in the dark night that swallowed her in an instant!
"boom!!!"
With a loud bang that shook her eardrums and brain, she fell heavily into a pit several meters deep.
She fell into the pit, her body shaking in pain.
"Ahhh——!!!"
The sharp poisonous sting in the pit penetrated her skin, her muscles, and reached her bone marrow.
The face of the Saint of Destruction was distorted, her pupils shrank violently, and her eyes were filled with disbelief and fear.
This is a third-level earth magic that can instantly create holes in the mud.
But this hole is not the most deadly thing. The scary thing is that the hole is full of poisonous thorns and traps.
Then came the pain, the sharp pain that felt like thousands of needles piercing her flesh, and her screams of endless agony echoed in the jungle.
At this moment, her trembling eyes saw the shadow above the pit extending continuously.
With ghostly steps, every step seemed like the whisper of death.
A tall figure slowly appeared. He stood there quietly, like a statue carved in the darkness, motionless, his long robe fluttering in the wind, looking down at the Saint of Destruction in the cave.
When the Saint of Destruction saw the man's face clearly, her heart seemed to be tightly grasped.
It was a face she was familiar with.
Standing on the edge of the pit, holding a heavy crossbow in his hand, his face was looming in the shadows, and only the purple pupils above the half-closed sunglasses were like the cold night sky, always indomitable.
Frey looked at the Saint of Destruction as if he were looking at a struggling elk.
The Saint of Destruction's eyes widened with disbelief, and her heart instantly sank into an icy lake.
The world around me became silent again.
All this seemed to be happening in slow motion, cruel and ruthless.
"Why are you..."
Before the Saint of Destruction could finish her words, her shoulder was pierced by a heavy arrow that came through the air and nailed to the wall of the pit, followed by another shrill scream.
Frey stood at the edge of the hole and shot her an arrow without saying a word.
Although the number of arrows is limited each time it is brought into the Shadow World unless a battlefield card maker repairs it, it is an armor-piercing heavy hand crossbow with a slow firing rate and each shot is extremely deadly.
“Why are you here?!!!”
The Saint of Destruction breathed heavily and roared at the top of her lungs.
"Are you stupid? According to the mechanism of the Shadow World, you shouldn't climb mountains to solve cases."
Frey asked back as if doubting the intelligence of the Saint of Destruction.
"...?"
The Saint of Destruction listened to Frey's matter-of-fact tone.
I felt like my IQ was rubbed hard on the ground.
She thought again of the detective who had jumped off the cliff without hesitation this morning and fooled everyone.
I finally understood that this detective just wanted to change the psychological pressure on everyone in the morning, and then handed everything over to Lanqi in the sword tomb. The detective then turned into a hunter, waiting in the jungle for the fish that slipped through the net, and has been squatting there until now.
"Give up resistance. My strength is definitely superior to yours now."
Frey replaced the heavy crossbow with new arrows, and the crossbow was pointed directly at the Saint of Destruction. The cold arrow tip exuded a strong breath of death.
“Haha…hahahaha——!”
The Saint of Destruction fiercely pulled out the arrow from her shoulder, letting the blood and flesh splatter, and laughed crazily while holding the Blazing Demon Sword.
"Let's die together!!!"
After realizing that she had been played around by these two people today, the last string in the Saint of Destruction's spirit seemed to break.
Whether it's Lanci or Frey.
Such humiliation is too much for her to bear!
Even if she dies, she will kill this detective who has played tricks on her!
……
In the hall of the cathedral, everyone's hopes were like the afterglow of the setting sun, about to sink into the dark night.
In the corner under the rose window, another resurrectionist, the Imperial Priestess, who was still being watched over by Hyperion and her guard sister, finally woke up slowly from her coma.
She saw that the people in the church were full of depressed expressions.
He looked around at the seriously injured and exhausted challengers, as well as the disappeared Saint of Destruction.
She then raised her head and laughed crazily, knowing that the Saint of Destruction Adalis had successfully left after severely injuring them.
Tonight is the time for blood sacrifice!
Thanks to Mu Bai Jin Yu for being the leader! This chapter is an extra chapter, and will continue to be updated as normal at 9 pm!
Chapter 143: Hyperion Has Already Realized
Accompanied by a crazy laughter like a silver bell that echoed in the base level of Lichtens Castle.
"You bunch of stray dogs, why aren't you smiling now?!"
The Imperial Priestess, who was a believer in resurrection, shouted to everyone with great joy.
She seemed to be freed from all the grievances and insults she had suffered from morning to afternoon.
Next to the priestess, the noble mage girl from the Krelian Empire, who was originally her teammate, had already woken up.
The noble wizard girl was not a believer in the Resurrection, she was just deceived. This could be seen from her genuine expression when the truth was revealed.
Although the imperial noble mage girl was still not trusted by the challengers at this moment and was also tied up, she was not knocked unconscious for long by such a heavy hand.
At this moment, the noble mage girl just lowered her head, her aura extremely depressed.
Like being hit by more than just betrayal.
Instead, there is a feeling that the only remaining slim hope in my heart has been shattered like a mirage.
“You…!”
The executioner was attracted by the voice of the priestess of the Church of Resurrection. He raised the giant axe with anger, and then smashed it heavily to the ground as if he had lost his temper.
Now they really don't have the energy or the will to do so.