Quadruple split

"Gui'an, His Highness Xia Lian Zhuye."

The black-haired woman with a calm temperament landed lightly on the ground, elegantly raised her skirt and saluted Xia Lian, and used her moving voice, which was no longer as ethereal as before after losing the cover, but was as sweet as a hymn. Smiling: "Counting the time, we haven't seen each other for almost two years, right?"

Xia Lian looked coldly at the figure in front of her who was extremely graceful in both voice and appearance. Her eyes lingered on its proud waist for a moment and then she said lightly: "I never remember that I have ever met a living bastard of the night. Even if you have met, the other person will basically no longer be alive after meeting you."

After saying that, she gently raised her hand, and then she heard a sound that broke through the air. The star-gold cross that had just shattered the big black cocoon at the critical moment flew back to her hand in an instant. Exuding a heavy and flowing sense of oppression.

"You are right. In fact, when we last met, I had not yet converted to my Lord. In other words, I was not the 'night bastard' you called me at that time."

The other party chuckled and nodded, raised his right hand and shook it gently, and a black staff appeared in his palm. The top of it was embedded with a six-digit star surrounded by three pairs of black wings, shining with a hazy light. The edge-shaped crystal is as beautiful as a breathtaking black snowflake.

Xia Lian narrowed her eyes slightly and asked in a bad tone: "So, what kind of bastard were you when we last met?"

"Why ask knowingly, my dear Your Highness, even if your mind is far from being comparable to mine, but even if you were pushed by Tefilo to barely reach the legendary realm, the absolute strength gap is still enough for you to recognize it at a glance. It’s hard to tell which old friend I am, right?”

The woman who emerged from the black cocoon sighed softly, then held a staff and performed a skirt-lifting ceremony to Xia Lian that was different from the previous relatively ordinary skirt-lifting ceremony, but was full of religious characteristics and provocative connotations and was exclusive to the Dark Night Sect. Li, said quietly: "But... well, since you don't want to look me in the eye, let me speak for myself, the Dark Saint Margaret, who belongs to the Dark Night Sect and is the favored one of my Lord Delia. ·Yazhi, hello to you."

"I don't know what you're thinking about."

Xia Lian clutched the cross in her hand tightly and said word by word: "But I don't know a bug named Margaret. Now, get out of my way, otherwise... huh?!"

Before she finished speaking, Xia Lian's eyes suddenly condensed, and then she appeared a few meters away in a dazzling aurora, and the place where she was originally standing had been melted into a black light beam that fell from the sky and formed a sphere with a diameter of 30 meters. There is a three-meter deep pit.

"I've wanted to tell you for a long time... Shamal Pratt."

Margaret put down her staff expressionlessly, her delicate and soft beautiful face was covered with frost at this moment: "I hate you, your rudeness, your slowness, your bigotry, your vulgarity, Your hypocrisy, your naivety! And your washboard-like figure with no feminine charm at all, they all disgust me!"

Xia Lian was stunned at first, and then she subconsciously jumped three feet high. She raised her eyebrows and said angrily, "What the hell do you think you're supposed to do! If you hang around with two big bumps on your head every day, do you think you're fucking attractive?"

"yes."

Margaret nodded, puffed out her chest very deliberately, and asked with a sneer: "Are you envious?"

"Kill you!"

The sound of Xia Lian's silver teeth clenched in the mountain suddenly turned into an aurora and flew towards Margaret. At the same time, the stars that were gradually dimming in the sky burst out with a round of light again, which actually made General Zhengyu Margaret, who retreated, forcibly stayed in place.

In the blink of an eye, the cross in Xia Lian's hand appeared in front of Margaret. However, at the critical moment, the cross that originally hit the latter's Tianling Cap finally deflected and fell towards the thin and delicate body of the Dark Saint. Shoulder.

Xia Lian Zhuye or Shamar Preet, after all, still failed to kill their former friends, even if the other party had clearly shown their disgust for them, even if the other party had thrown themselves into the darkness and became a friend of theirs. Despite Dawn's irreconcilable heresy, she still avoided Margaret's vital point at the last moment.

It's a pity that the latter doesn't seem to appreciate it very much——

"That's why I said, your naivety and childishness are annoying."

As Margaret's cold and sweet voice sounded close by, the old friend in Xia Lian's field of vision disappeared directly in the same place in the blink of an eye. The next moment, she only felt her figure stiffen, although at the first moment He used three silent words to break free from the shadow's shackles, but he was still stabbed in the back by Margaret who 'rised' from behind him.

【Dark Apocalypse】

boom--

Along with a black beam of light filled with bone-chilling chills, Xia Lian deployed several defensive magic spells on her left, right and back the moment the attack failed, but she was still overwhelmed by the surging dark power. After being blasted into the air, although he was not seriously injured, he still felt a surge of energy and blood, and he almost coughed out blood.

However, to Xia Lian's surprise, the attack that completely exceeded her expectations was not Margaret's full strength, so when she adjusted her body in mid-air, holding the cross, she was about to hit a jumping chop. At the same time, I discovered that my surroundings were already filled with [holes] formed by the combination of negative energy and dark divine power. Although these [holes] dormant quietly in the space seemed very stable and harmless at first glance, if they were affected by even one A little stimulation, just——

Snapped!

With a snap of Margaret's fingers, dozens of [holes] were suddenly detonated, directly 'gouging out' the space with a radius of about three meters with Xia Lian as the center into a literal hole, if not for the latter He used a full twelve [Holy Word Techniques - Stabilization] to forcefully anchor himself in space in the first place. He may have been directly drawn into the subspace or alien plane at this moment.

"If you still want to use that ridiculously lame physical skills against me..."

Margaret raised high the staff in her hand named [Curse], which was blessed by the Dark Goddess Delia, and stared coldly at the somewhat embarrassed Saint of Dawn in mid-air. Han Sheng said: "I promise that tomorrow all Dawn Churches on the entire continent will be hung with black cloth."

However, Xia Lian did not reply to Margaret this time. She just looked down at the other party with a gloomy expression, staring at those familiar yet unfamiliar red eyes. After a while, she asked in a deep voice: "What do you think about this?" Where does the power...come from?"

Margaret smiled sweetly and cast out several black ripples with terrifying power and wide coverage. She smiled and said: "Are you stupid? This power is naturally a gift from my lord Delia. And gifts, what? Could it be that our Holy Maiden of Dawn is tempted? That’s really embarrassing. Although I, the Dark Night Sect, have always been generous and tolerant, I still have reservations about potential believers with a simple figure like yours."

"Stop talking to me about useless things."

Xia Lian slowly fell back to the ground, staring at Margaret with her eyes that turned into pure gold at some point. She gritted her teeth and said: "Under my [Eye of Dawn], you are nothing like a person now." A group of disgusting, high-purity dark divine power, that is not a state that a 'person' can show, even a person favored by God... it is absolutely impossible."

Margaret nodded in agreement and said with a smile: "Indeed, for example, in my [Black Night Eyes], you are just a muscular girl with a flat body. Even if you are a little brighter than ordinary people, you are still It's far less 'pure' than my body."

"I don't want to catch up with you, Margaret."

Xia Lian stared at the other party with cold eyes and said in a deep voice: "Listen, I have to go back now to save those boys and girls who are still fighting, and you... Although I don't know what happened to you, but I I can guarantee that you will never be my opponent. You should also know very well that in the face of legends, no matter how powerful the epic is, there is no chance of winning, even for someone like me who was pushed from behind by Typhilo. A crappy legend, even a heretical epic like yours that is far stronger than most of the same level."

Margaret raised her eyebrows slightly and asked leisurely: "So?"

"I'll give you two choices now."

Xia Lian looked at Margaret's bright and playful red eyes and said coldly: "The first choice is to get out of my way. Although I can't tolerate half a heretic in my eyes, the situation is urgent now. I have to go back and join up with the Dawn Regiment’s rear-cut troops, so I can let you go today.”

Margaret shrugged noncommittally and raised her eyebrows: "What about the other options?"

"I will no longer show mercy. Even if I consider that killing the gods directly may be noticed by the Dark Goddess, I will beat you to half death and then join those little guys."

Xia Lian casually hung her beloved Star Gold Cross behind her back, and then ripped it off from her neck. It could only be regarded as a decoration most of the time, but when necessary, it could be transformed into a terrifying magic weapon instantly. The silver cross of the instrument [Prayer] was wrapped around her wrist like a serious priestess, and she said solemnly: "Now, choose."

However, even though Margaret noticed that the legendary Saint of Dawn in front of her was indeed going to use all her strength, she still did not panic at all. She just smiled mockingly and said softly: "Then I will choose... the third path. alright."

"court death!"

Seeing that the steps she had kindly handed over were ruthlessly opened, Xia Lian, who was worried about the safety of Hans and others, finally stopped controlling her anger and power, and directly shook the cross on her wrist and used her first legendary magic.

One shot of [Condensing Light Arrow].

Even a newly baptized trainee cleric can master it within three days. Together with [Condensing Light Technique] and [Holy Healing Technique], [Condensing Light Arrow] is known as one of the three entry-level magical arts of Dawn Sect.

However, this thin light arrow, which is less than twenty centimeters in length and exudes a hazy light, contains legendary power. In Xia Lian's judgment, as long as Margaret is hit by this light arrow, she will be If the proportion of dark divine power in the body is too abnormal, more than one-third of the body structure will be destroyed from the inside by this [Condensing Light Arrow] in an instant. Although there is a high probability that it will not kill you directly, if you leave it alone, Her body was constantly being eroded by the dawn, and she could only live for about half a day at most.

only……

[After all, she is a saint of the Dark Night Sect. No matter how unreliable those bastards are, they will not leave their beloved ones in such a ghost place for half a day. 】

Sighing silently in her heart, Xia Lian took a deep breath and threw the ordinary-looking light arrow casually.

The next moment, Margaret, who was holding the [Curse] and concentrating on it, suddenly trembled, and then directly sprayed out a burst of golden flames, and she staggered to her knees without any warning.

"...Since you know that divine magic is my strength, how could I give you the opportunity to capture the trajectory of this blow?"

A wry smile appeared on the corner of Xia Lian's mouth, and then she no longer looked at Margaret, who was holding a staff and desperately resisting the power of dawn in her body, and floated up and flew directly in the direction of the troops behind the dawn regiment.

Then--

"God said..."

"!?"

"The night is full of joy and the dark moon will extinguish all remaining light."

Accompanied by the cold holy words with a strange accent, a dark full moon suddenly hung high in the night sky. At the same time, the originally bright starry sky was 'extinguished' almost instantly, and the arrogant darkness, In an instant, it swept across the entire Borderless Land.

[Legendary Holy Word? How can this be? ! 】

The moment darkness fell, Xia Lian lit up the cross on her wrist and became the only source of light under the black moon. She didn't have time to think about it and immediately shouted softly: "God said - the remaining light of fireflies can also break through the eternal night."

In an instant, a soft, bright and magnificent light wheel spread out with Xia Lian as the center. In an instant, it swept away the darkness that was so thick that it was almost nothingness, regaining the concept of 'light' for this land. However, what shocked Xia Lian was that although her magic regained the 'light', it failed to dispel the dark moon in mid-air, which also meant that she did not take advantage of the battle in the Holy Word field. Although they had an advantage, they just barely stabilized the situation and failed to allow Margaret to completely take the lead.

"Isn't it strange?"

Looking at the Saint of Dawn with a gloomy expression, Margaret smiled sweetly and said: "Are you very confused, why you have clearly used legendary magic and holy words, but you still can't deal with me, who is only at the epic level at best. What about the heretics?”

"..."

"Look carefully, look carefully again, Xia Lian Zhuye, even you should have noticed it at this moment, right?"

"Margaret, are you..."

"Yes, I am 'broken', but fortunately, my Lord used her power to fill the holes in my body and soul."

"you……"

"Come on! Xia Lian Zhuye, look me in the face and face...the power of the Dark Goddess."

Chapter 1917: End