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At this time, he had long lost the gentleness of a gentleman, and instead looked like a villain, full of ferocious aura.

"Haha, aren't you very powerful? What about now? Come and try to kill me."

Morgan mocked Naifen, admiring Naifen's painful look from below. He swung the knife in his hand again and again, but he could no longer use the same power as before. He turned his eyes to the knife on the knife.

A scarlet eye.

"What trial? I've given you so much blood, and you tell me I still need a trial? Defeat her? I'm already so weak, how can I defeat her? She was seriously injured. You didn't see how strong she is.

Let's put it this way. I am the master, and you are just a weapon to control others. Just give me your power, and I will prove to you what an excellent master I am. No, I am too weak than her at this time.

Without your power, you can’t do this! Damn it, you are XXX”

Morgan suddenly started talking to himself about the strange-shaped knife like crazy. As the conversation progressed, the eye on the knife seemed more and more impatient and disappointed. Like

As if he couldn't stand Morgan anymore, he closed his eyes directly, and the golden light on the blade dimmed, turning into pitch black.

The blood column that had been trapping Naifen disappeared, and her body lost support and quickly fell to the ground.

"Damn Demon Sword, how dare you underestimate me. Ha...it's just a trial. If you want me to pass it, then I will pass it for you! Let you know who is the master." Moore held the sword with great effort.

Walking to Nai Fen's side, he raised his sword and was about to strike at Nai Fen, who was temporarily unable to move.

"Die! Bastard!"

Bang--

The sword did not stab him, and his head was hit by a heavy object first. Behind him, Lyrella, who had been crying, had stopped crying. When he was about to stab him, he raised a chair in the room and slammed it at him.

he.

Morgan turned around and waved, and Lyrela's already injured body was once again opened with a huge wound. Blood spurted out from her body like a flood, and the whole person fell into a pool of blood. But like this

The sacrifice only bought Naifen three seconds of breathing space.

Sometimes three seconds are just a fleeting time, not worth mentioning at all. However, sometimes three seconds can decide too many things, such as a person's life or death...

When Morgan turned around again, intending to fully understand Naifen's life, the broken blade in Naifen's hand and his entire arm pierced Morgan's chest, and his heart was completely shattered.

........

Hanging on the candlestick in mid-air, a moth dances in the hot candlelight.

Lyrela was lying on the ground, surrounded by a large amount of blood. It seemed like a huge red rose in bloom. Her eyes were looking at the tireless moth that was not afraid of life and death, but in fact she could not see anything. A large amount of blood

The blood loss left her temporarily blind.

"It's so cold."

She stretched out her trembling hand and grabbed it randomly in the air. Naifen grabbed the hand, breathed into it and rubbed it.

"What about now?"

"Well, it's very warm, like summer."

Laerila smiled, nodded, stretched out her other hand, and held Naifen. The moths were still dancing next to the candlelight, and a huge shadow was projected onto the wall by the candlelight.

"Am I going to die?"

"Well, you will die from excessive blood loss soon. Your injuries are too serious, and there is no hope through conventional treatment methods."

Nai's pink blue eyes began to appear golden, and soon her eyes were completely turned golden. She took out her two hands and pressed them on the wound, and a faint light emitted from her hands. The wound began to heal,

Lairila's complexion also gradually improved. But before Naifen could breathe a sigh of relief, the wound opened again, and she spit out blood.

"I don't know what you did, but it seems like you failed. Forget it, that's enough, don't worry about me anymore."

Naifen ignored Lyrela's words and lowered her head to continue the treatment, but everything went as Lyrela said. No matter how hard she tried, she ended up in failure, and it had no effect except adding pain to Lyrela.

"Thank you..." Lyrela smiled, her eyes dimmed, but there was still a smile on her lips.

"You did what you did today, here and there, to get me to leave you. Thank you... No one has ever been so kind to me. I was able to meet you before I died.

, it’s really great.

.........It can be regarded as a death without regrets."

The blood has stopped flowing out. Lyrela's death is still entirely due to Naifen's power, and this power cannot last long.

"You are going to die soon."

"I know."

........

"Do you want to die?"

Silent, although she wanted to say something beautiful that she was not afraid of death. But she just couldn't say it. All kinds of memories from the past came to her mind, from the time she spent with her family when she was a child, to being trafficked and accompanying her every day.

From practicing drinking, to picking up guests, to meeting Naifan, all the happy and unhappy memories came flooding back. Although in the eyes of others, most of her short life were painful memories, these were

Proof that she lives in this world.

"I want to live. I want to leave Naggaroth with you and go to other cities. It doesn't matter where you go. You won't be punished every day and you can do whatever you want. But... so what? I'll do it right away.

I'm going to die. I'm already dead!" Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes and flowed down both sides of her cheeks in large drops.

"So are you willing to pay any price to stay alive?"

Lairla stood up, walked to the lightning-shaped knife, and picked it up. The moment Naifen touched the knife, the dull black blade instantly turned into golden color, and her bloody eyes immediately opened.

He opened his own eyes and kept them open desperately. The scarlet eyes and the golden eyes looked at each other, both filled with hatred, but in the end the blood eyes gave in and stopped struggling.

"I am willing, no matter what the cost, I am willing, I don't want to die. Please help me, please help me!!!" Snot and tears flowed out, and Lyrela burst into tears. Finally, she danced next to the flames for a long time.

The moth finally couldn't bear the temptation of light and flew into the candlelight, turning into ashes.

Naifen stood condescendingly, and the thunderbolt-shaped knife in his hand directly and fiercely...

Inserted into Lyrela's heart.

Lyrella screamed, raising her head upwards and opening her mouth slightly.

Naifen let go of the hand holding the handle of the sword, and the magic sword seemed to have its own consciousness at this time, and bit by bit it penetrated into Lyrela's chest.

"It hurts! Naifen, it hurts so much!!"

Lyrela did not die because the knife entered her body. Instead, her body began to tremble, and the blood on her chest began to boil like lava. A magical thing happened, and the wounds healed gradually.

Heals at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Naifen also slumped on the ground and held her breath, holding the broken blade in her hand and looking at Lyreira carefully. If she failed to wait, she would cut Lyrela's throat as soon as possible to ensure her own safety.

"Who are you? Why can you talk in my head?"

"The fifth in the Demon Clan sequence - the Ten Blades of the Demon Clan - hatred, what is that? Why can a knife talk?"

Lyrilla began to mutter to herself as if Morgan was in pain. Facing the magic knife on her chest that had almost completely integrated into her chest, excessive blood loss caused her eyes to blur and her consciousness to gradually blur.

"Yes, I don't want to die. Can you save me? How?"

"Deal? Will you save me if I kill Naifan? Impossible. I will never kill it. I'm afraid of death, but I won't attack Naifan either. Absolutely not."

"Of course my own is more important, but I will never do such a thing. I will never do it. If I don't kill her, will you kill me? Even if you kill me, I will never do it!"

Suddenly, a hole opened again in the area where her chest had healed. Blood spurted out from the hole, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

"Absolutely not, no, absolutely not. You are right, I want to go back, do I have that power? Is the power of the demons really that powerful?"

The most seriously injured part has been healed, and only unimportant parts are left. Her complexion has improved a lot at this time. And the blade has been completely embedded in Lyrela's chest, but there is a scar on her chest.

The wound penetrated by the blade did not heal.

On the contrary, the wound became more open, and after a while it slowly opened from it, and the scarlet eye was trying to open.

"Absolutely not, absolutely can't hurt Naifen, absolutely not. Even if you kill me, you can't

,Absolutely not allowed!!”

Lyrela's forehead was covered with sweat. She gritted her teeth hard and her nails made one mark after another on the floor. But the eye that was ready to open suddenly closed again! This scene made

The Nai fans who were wielding the sword couldn't help but be shocked and put down the broken blade in their hands. It turned out that someone could resist the demon's corruption with just their own willpower.

"I don't want to listen, I just want to leave here. I'm not interested in those things, and I don't want to be a queen. I just want to leave Nagaroth with Naifan!!"

More blood flowed from the corners of Lyrela's mouth, and the eyes on her chest expanded hard again.

The expansion this time was very difficult, and the pain Lyrilla endured was even more severe. It had reached the point where she was in unbearable pain, but she still endured the pain and the temptation of the devil's whisper.

Blood began to flow out of the corners of her eyes, not only from her chest, but also from her eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

The meridians in her chest spread out in all directions, and her entire chest began to look more and more terrifying! Purple and red veins intertwined with each other, and it looked like her whole body was about to be torn apart!

"...What does what you said have to do with me? Why am I interested in being a princess? Why should I look for other demons? Why must I kill Naifan? Why?"

"Is it because I am a demon? Because I accepted your demon blood, am I already a member of the demon now?"

"I can lend you my body, but I will never attack Naifan, absolutely not! Either you wait for me to die, and then be worn and sealed by Naifan forever, or you save me

, and then I will lend my body to you with your consent."

"Deal, um. Yes, this is a deal! Yes... no problem..."

"You can control me, and you can also do what you want. Don't, don't use power easily. The more powerful the person is, the faster he will die. Every night in Nagaroth, there are several people in the alleys who call themselves something.

The body of a strong man, don’t show off easily...Yes, I am afraid of death, very afraid of death. I just want to live, and I will do anything to live, even doing business with a devil like you!!"

"Then, deal!"

As Lyrela's voice fell, the eye on her chest suddenly opened.

The scarlet light made her look really scary at this time. The linear pupil kept looking around and rotating! It wasn't until she saw Naifen in front of her clearly that the eyes full of hatred and evil closed unwillingly.

.The scar on her chest also disappeared, leaving only a shallow scar.

Lyreira finally stopped talking.

Her head was drooped, as if she had lost consciousness.

Naifen finally put away her broken blade at this moment, and when she walked over to help Laerila, she raised her head again after lowering her head, showing a strange smile, her two scarlet eyes full of evil,

The hatred in the shape of thunder and lightning was held in her hand and stabbed Naifen.

However, the weapon stopped midway after all, and the color of the eyes changed back and forth between scarlet red and jet black.

"cut!"

Lyrilla withdrew her hatred, and her eyes were filled with red again.

"It's time to go, little brother of the damn God. Put away that toy of yours. According to the deal with that guy, I won't do anything to you. At least not at this time. You can rest assured for the time being. As for this moment, we still

Find a way to get out of here. I have to say, you are really not pretty at what you do."

Lyrilla, whose body was occupied by hatred, looked at Naifen and sneered. She held the magic knife in one hand and carried Naifen behind her back with the other hand, and walked outside step by step. After hesitating for a moment, Naifen also took it back.

After breaking the blade, he fell down behind Lyreira and closed his eyes to rest.

Although Naifen also understood that this kind of thing was very dangerous, her rationality told her that she really needed to rest at this time.

Outside the room, there are already soldiers surrounding him inside and outside. These soldiers are the last strength of the castle. No matter what happens, they will not leave the castle for even half a step. Therefore, they don’t know that the mayor has given up on Morgan and will naturally kill him now.

Morgan's two men were treated as intruders.

Facing these people, Lyreira sneered and strode forward, as if the people in front of her were not dozens of fully armed soldiers, but just dozens of ants, and she was not even interested in letting her stop for a moment.