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"It's not good! Witch Garuda ran to trouble the Abyssal One!" When the messenger sent the news, Rachel, Yun Daos and Deriya were closely discussing the changes in this incident.

Rachel's first reaction after hearing this was joy!

If in the past, the power of the council tried everything, and could prevent potential second-five youngsters from jumping into rebels from the root, then of course it would be used to death. Now that there is a cloud of rebellion, it is really hard for this straightforward person to let the young Rachel play some imperial tricks.

Rachel's second reaction was - no! Finally, there is a Tianhu start. If the two main forces under him fight, it will be a problem who will be injured and who will die. It doesn't matter if the Witch Dark is dead. If the only Abyssalian who guards the waterway makes a mistake, it will inevitably lead to the collapse of the defense system.

As soon as she jumped up like a needle pricking her buttocks, Yun Daos persuaded: "Don't worry! Let's take a look first. The abyss is rare, and he has experienced the expansion of the world. water body, there is no reason to suffer so easily.”

At this time Dariya frowned: "What if, the Abyssal One subdued the witch?"

Immediately, all three of them laughed—how is this possible! That crazy woman is a typical snake spirit disease, and she has great problems in communicating with others normally. If there is no council to suppress her, everything will be burned to the ground long ago.

Rachel smiled: "Then pay close attention. If there is any sign of the abyssal being injured or deflated, we will stop it. Of course, we can't let the abyssalian kill the witch Duck casually."

Daria: "Then send Charlie!"

The Charlie she was talking about was the hero who was best at reconnaissance and sensing in the Yandi Legion.

Rachel nodded in agreement.

Here, Wang Hao has a headache.

He has seen fallen heroes and anti-heroes before, and the Demon Queen is the most typical example.

But if you want to be a happy salted fish, why do you become your own person and hit the door?

I was thinking, what's the point of praising her as 'handsome'?

Who knew that her brain circuit seemed to be a little different, this is called humiliation?

Do you have a strange understanding of the word humiliation?

On the scene, it can be said that fire and water are incompatible.

The violent flames formed a huge fire tornado three meters high and twenty meters in diameter, which revolved around Hei Zhen non-stop. If there were no black water tornado of the same level wrapped around it, the lobby built of bricks and stones would have been destroyed long ago.

Even so, the situation is dire.

The cold black water, the purgatory-like flames collided in mid-air like a chainsaw, and the splashes and sparks merged into one ball, forming a water vapor that would definitely burn anyone who touched it.

Wang Hao couldn't just deal with the water vapor casually, if he put it outside, he would definitely hurt his subordinates, so he could only let his thoughts surge wildly, so that all the fish, shrimps and crabs in the water channel of this waterside fortress would get out immediately.

"Gurgling——" The moment the clearing was completed, a massive amount of hot air poured into the water channel that could hold four carriages in parallel, bulging up a large number of water bubbles and creating a fiery chaotic turbulent flow.

This scene is very much like a volcano erupting on the bottom of the earth.

Here, the two people who were facing each other realized at the same time that the opponent was very different from the opponent they had faced before, and it was obviously not a guy who could be dealt with easily.

The clash of water and fire has completely become a terrifying elemental meat grinder.

Any third element or existence, if you dare to rush in, will be easily swallowed up by these two groups of terrifying energy.

Hei Zhen growled a little sickly: "What the truth! The whole world is liars! Handsome? Don't you think it's too stupid to describe me as a witch? Are you insulting my IQ? Show your hypocrisy?"

"Pfft!" Wang Hao didn't understand what Hei Zhen was thinking, for some reason, he just wanted to tease Hei Zhen: "But you are really handsome! Please, if you don't shout at the top of your voice, you'd still be cute .”

This is a sentence that Chinese netizens feel has no problem.

But the pleading word 'please' hit Hei Zhen's heart in a daze.

She felt like her heart skipped a beat, and she was stunned for a few seconds before her eyes suddenly became sharp again.

"Hmph! Looking at my disgusting face full of curses and ominousness, who wouldn't tremble with fright? Cute? Are you blind?"

Wang Hao blinked.

He didn't understand.

This melon-seeded face is extremely in line with the aesthetic vision of the Chinese people, coupled with the perfect proportions that plastic surgeons can't get out a hundred times, and the waterfall-style silver-white long hair that the average person in the Chinese Dynasty controls is white, Wang Hao can't do anything against his will It's not beautiful!

As for curses and ominous?

Wang Hao smiled: "Haha! Hahahaha! My armor was formerly the Demon King Armor [Silent Abyss]. Do you think I'm afraid of some shit curse? However, beautiful is beautiful! Cute is cute! I'm not lying— —”

Wang Hao strode forward, and the black water lingering around his body broke through the fiery waves of fire in the short and fierce confrontation, allowing him to ride the momentum of the wind and waves, approaching Heizhen step by step.

Little did he realize that his super charisma was at work.

He didn't even notice that he had unintentionally launched a mental attack on Hei Zhen, torturing her soul.

Facing Wang Hao's aggressive and startling aura, Hei Zhen's mind went blank for a while, and she suspected that she was dead.

Memories of the despair of the previous life flooded my mind.

It was the last moment of her burning at the stake, and the crowd poured out, throwing everything from rocks to rotten tomatoes at her.

"Ugly witch!"

"You deserve hell!"

"Burn her! Burn her—"

The angry howls of a misguided populace hurt her more than the base accusations of the British.

She saw the flames on the stake again.

The questioning in the trial court came to her ears in a trance: "Do you feel that you are blessed by God?"

This question is a trap. The dogma of the church at the time was that no one could be sure of his own grace, and if she answered yes, she would have proved herself heresy. And if she answers in the negative, she admits her guilt.

At the beginning, Joan of Arc replied: "If I don't get it, I hope God will give it to me; if I have it, I hope God will still give it to me."

She was so pious, but in the end she could only end her young life painfully in the flames.

The burning pain of being burned, even though she was resurrected in the Land Abandoned by God as Dark Joan of Arc, still tortured her day and night, that terrible phantom pain existed all the time.

In the previous life, she longed for the angel of God to save her at the end of her life and preach her correctness.

In this life, relying on the curse of countless British and Burgundians for five hundred years, she was born as an anti-saint, and she also longed for a recognition deep in her heart.