Release that Witch

For the first time, Garcia saw the horror of the extraordinary.

Her weapon is obviously an ordinary one-handed sword. The gesture of the heart is erupting, and every hit on the shield is as heavy as a giant sword. After two or three, Garcia's arm. I couldn't lift it anymore, and then I was smashed by a blow from bottom to top.

After recovering, the Queen of Waters completely gave up the defense, and in the turn of the room, a bed squat appeared in front of her. She pulled the trigger and shot not the iron spear, but a few cans of black water. Jieluo swayed the sword and fell down on the crock, but it was covered with black water. The evil fire crystals soaked in the jar are in contact with the air, and quickly smoke and burn, turning the pure person into a pillar of fire.

However, the next move would not work. The other party used the speed of the ordinary people to move around the flower pool quickly, and the mattress could not be turned over. Garcia had to rely on rising stone walls and spiked iron railings to stop it. The action of the pure person turns the flower buds placed in the garden into explosives filled with snow powder, and sometimes the ground suddenly sinks, forming a deadly trap.

After killing the other party several times, Garcia found that her breathing gradually became heavy. The big sweat of the beans slipped from her forehead, and the stuns in her mind almost made her unable to stand.

"Good job," the reborn Jiro did not attack, but patted the palm. "You can do this step is beyond my expectation, but forgot to tell you, although in this world, you can rely on Your own consciousness changes the environment and the venue, but it consumes far more energy than the emptiness creation...even with the resurrection. You should be able to feel the weakness and exhaustion of the body, maybe the next death is a complete sleep. ”

"Hah, that's better than necking," Garcia gasped a few breaths. "And you seem to have forgotten the screams that have just been burned by evil fires. How many times have you died in this round? Three times, still Four times? I don't think you will stick to it longer than me."

"..." Jielu said after a moment of silence. "Since I became a pure person, the church has made a lot of preparations for me, from insights, learning combat skills, to feeding the trial army to improve my ability. Those trial warriors Knowing that they will sacrifice, they will still be happy to step into the soul battlefield. In the world of consciousness, they temper my skills in a desperate struggle, then accept death with peace of mind and pass on their own sentiments and experiences to me."

Garcia did not interrupt her, maybe the other party was delaying time, but she did need to take a break.

"I also engulfed an extraordinary person. Her strength is daunting. I almost lost in the battle of the soul, but in the end, I relied on the devil's weapon to defeat her and got everything for her. Because of the different nature of the magic, I can't really turn into a superb, or the ability to be engulfed by other witches, but in the world of consciousness, these are not difficult. Few people can threaten me, the number of people I have engulfed in more than two hundred years. I don’t even remember much about myself. Any pain, joy, sadness, and joy in this world is like a personal experience...” She paused. “It’s the same with death.”

"What do you want to say?" Garcia frowned.

"You and my gap," Jielu replied calmly. "The superposition of many souls makes my will extremely powerful. If I measure it by the number of deaths, I think I can bear at least hundreds of deaths."

"I will help you to verify it." She sneered twice, but her heart sank... The other person's attitude is not like a bluff, when the dock cleanly kills the guard, it can be seen that the pure person does have Fighting skills that don't match age. If that's the case, you have to have more powerful weapons... Hurry and think, is there anything that can easily kill an experienced extraordinary witch?

"The battle of the soul is not a contest of imagination." Jielu seems to see through her thoughts. "You can't make yourself invulnerable in no time, and you can't summon the weapons of ancient legends that destroy the earth... What you have not experienced can't be created, what you see and know is the key to determining the outcome."

"I will make the whole garden covered with strong snow powder, so you can't avoid it," Garcia said coldly. "Even if you die, you can at least drag you together!"

“Even if the result is meaningless?” The pure man looked at her with pity. “In this case, let you see the true power of the church.”

A red light appeared behind Jielu, and then condensed into a horrible chariot. Their shape was so huge that they directly crushed the wall of the garden. Two metal sharp spears protruding from the top of the head reminded Garcia of the report of the Wolf King's Guardian. A kind of rifle that has never been seen is attacking the wall. No matter the range or power, it is unprecedented. Is the guard talking about it? This behemoth?

Then she heard a bang.

The thick lance directly crossed the layers of obstacles set by Garcia, and tore her in half without any effort. When she flew back, she could see her own organs and blood.

The chariots repeatedly fired unstoppable spears. After the restoration, they quickly repeated the same death. She didn't even have time to create snow powder and the enemy. The persistent pain made her consciousness gradually blurred, the earth began to tremble, and the sky appeared. Under the cracks, lightning and thunder, the garden ignited a raging fire.

"A strong will only delays failure, and cannot change this result," Jielu closed her eyes. "You have been holding on for a long time, rest in peace."

As the voice landed, the whole world collapsed.

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"End?" Isabella grinned. "Isn't it supposed to be done in an instant? Ming Ming has already changed back to the original appearance, but he hasn't said a word for a long time... I thought you really failed."

"In her memory, I found something interesting," Jie Luo opened his eyes. "These thoughts... I feel a little sigh."

“Hey? Is there something that can make you sigh?” Isabella was careless. “The strange alchemy powder should be found?”

“Well, the alchemist called it a strong snow powder, and the ingredients are quite simple, and they are common in the workshop.”

"That's it, go back to the holy city and return to Oberlin," she exhaled. "The battle here will last at least three or four days, but without the leader and the witch, Yu Yu has not been able to defend the gods." Threatened."

"Let's go," Jie Luo nodded.

"Wait..." Isabella stopped her.

"what happened?"

Is it an illusion? It is clear that her appearance has not changed before, but why do I always feel that there are more different looks in those light red eyes? Isabella carefully looked at each other for a moment, then shook her head. "No...nothing."

Probably I think more about it. (To be continued.)

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