I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian

In the room.

Listening to Count Granat's story about Aura's obedience to the balance, Hugh Tark said in a low voice:

"Even so, we can only resist temporarily."

Even for a warrior with extraordinary willpower, this matter is difficult to solve.

"But this is a fatal flaw." Count Granat looked up and looked at Hugh Tark, his tone was extremely heavy:

"That guy must think that their will is an obstacle, so..."

At this point, Count Granat thought of many warriors and his son.

"Guillotine Aura dealt with the people she manipulated."

"It's inhumane."

The screen switches.

'Crack, crack, crack', the screen heard the sound of metal armor stepping on the ground and running.

Facing the three headless warriors rushing towards her, Fulilian dodged with the staff in her hand.

[So, this is the origin of the demon army, and the reason why those warriors became headless? ]

[Because there are many warriors with strong willpower, in order to solve the problem, Aura cut off their heads and left only the bodies. ]

[Without the head, there is no will to resist. ]

[It is cruel. ]

The headless warrior waved his sword and attacked from the ground, sticking to Fulilian's hair and raised his sword.

A strand of white hair floated in the air.

Fulilian looked at Aura coldly.

[Flilian holds the staff, but why doesn't she attack? ]

[Fight back, Fulilian! ]

[How can a magician beat a warrior! ]

"How is it? My undead army is strong, right?"

Aura found that Fulilian was almost chopped, and said with contempt.

Fulilian tapped her finger lightly, and a golden light rose on the half-moon staff, and magic covered the half-moon gem of the staff.

With a sound of 'ding'.

Instantly, golden light spread rapidly around, covering the headless warriors around.

Dark purple magic suddenly flashed inside the armor of the headless warriors, and then gradually dissipated, and they fell to the ground one by one.

[Flillian finally used magic. ]

[What a cool magic. ]

Seeing this.

Aura put away her smile and looked surprised.

"You shocked me."

"The magic I cast was actually removed." She looked at Fulillian coldly, "This is the first time it has happened."

[So, Fulillian didn't use magic before because she was analyzing Aura's control magic? ]

[Is this a way to remove it? So fast? ]

"Such a powerful magic to remove the curse must consume very little magic."

Aura took the obedience scale and took a few steps forward.

Feeling the magic to remove the curse that Fulillian released just now.

[Wow! Is this a crack? ]

[Flillian is really a genius! ? In such a short time, she has analyzed the magic of obedience to the balance! ]

[But the magic power consumed is also very huge. Can Flillian's magic support the removal of the magic of so many headless warriors? ]

[The number of demon army is too large, and there is also Aura. Flillian will be exhausted to death. ]

The number of demon army behind Aura is huge. She is very puzzled and looks directly at Flillian:

"Why do you have to do this?"

Flillian glanced at her and did not answer.

Aura continued:

"Didn't you blast them all away heroically when fighting that year?"

Last time.

When the brave Xin Meier was still there, Flillian faced the demon army, but she directly used magic to blast the army to pieces.

Why didn't she do that now?

And just now, Flillian was dodging, even though she was holding a magic staff in her hand. But he never released any attack magic.

It was really strange.

What Aura said.

Fulilian squatted down, and the headless warrior lying on the ground in front of her had the same style of armor that she was familiar with.

Fulilian said: "After that, Xinmeier taught me a lesson."

Seeing this.

Fulilian thought of eighty years ago.

The same scene.

After the brave men defeated the demon army, the ground was full of broken armor.

Haita knelt on the ground facing the armor, clasped his hands together, and prayed to the broken armor remnants that these warriors would ascend to heaven forever.

Xinmeier's face was a little ugly, and he called Fulilian to talk, and his attitude was very serious.

Fulilian can still recall Xinmeier's expression at that time.

She squatted on the ground, looking at the armor covered with mud in front of her.

He stretched out his robe and wiped the dirt off the fallen warrior's armor with his sleeve.

[Flillian has changed. She is completely different from before. Before, Flillian didn't care at all.These, let alone wiping the dirt off the headless warrior's body, she really understood. ]

[Xin Meier really deserves the title of a hero. ]

[What a strong personality charm. ]

[Said to be a lesson, Xin Meier is still very gentle, he is really a brave man of universal love. ]

[The past is the past, now is now. ]

"Then now, there is no need to do this, right?" Aura said, with a tone of incomprehension.

Fulilian asked coldly: "Why?"

"Xin Meier is no longer here." Aura said.

At this time, hearing Aura's words, Fulilian stopped wiping the armor.

The background music string music stretched out, seeming to be sad.

[What pot is not open. ]

[It's over, Fulilian seems angry. ]

[The art of language. 】

【"Language is like magic."】

Aura thought that the hero who restricted Fulilian's actions was no longer around, so why should Fulilian obey the request of a dead person?

"Really? I'm relieved now." Fulilian stood up and looked at the demon army on the ground.

【Simeier is no longer around, so Fulilian can now beat people without worry. 】

"You demons are really monsters."

Flilian turned her head and looked at Aura, "You can kill them without mercy."

【Kill them without mercy! 】

【Fufu used to think so, but the hero Xinmeier was very kind and didn't let Fulilian kill all the demons. 】

【You can chat. 】

【As expected of a talking monster, you can talk more. 】

【Fufu: Thank you for reminding me. 】

The screen switches.

In the city, in the church.

Hugh Tark stood in the room, holding the other shoulder to move his arm and feel the injury on his shoulder.

"Okay, I can move it almost."

Under the treatment of the priest, Hugh Tark was almost able to move.

The wooden door opened with a bang, and the priest walked in.

Holding a tray and a teapot.

"Father, is it safe here?" Hugh Tark turned around and asked the priest.

"Yes." The priest, wearing glasses, holding a tray in his hand, said to Hugh Tark: "Although it is not as safe as the city's protective barrier, this church also has a barrier."

Hearing the priest say that it is safe here, "Then, Count, you wait here."

Hugh Tark walked aside and picked up his clothes.

Philen looked at him, and Hugh Tark seemed to be ready to go out.

"What are you going to do, little brat?" Count Granat asked with a look.

"Will the demons leave by themselves just by hiding here?" Hugh Tark put on his clothes.

"Mr. Hugh Tark, are you serious?"

Fellen looked at Hugh Tark's back as he was about to go out. If he went out to deal with the demon Lugna now, he might have recovered his magic power.

Hugh Tark's chances of winning were not great.

It was tantamount to going to his death.

"We just succeeded in the surprise attack at that time." Fellen reminded Hugh Tark.