It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

Several flaming swords soared into the sky, shooting towards the sun occupying the sky!

Amidst the tooth-piercing sound of metal rubbing, black shadows like vultures or crows hovered under the flames, flapping their wide fleshy wings and trying to swoop down against the sharp sword stabbing the sun.

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In a theater in the northern suburbs of Paris, masked audiences filled the auditorium and whispered to each other.

They are ordinary wizards who do not have a cooperative relationship with the government. In a chaotic situation, it is impossible for the executors who are enemies to provide them with protection.The few superficial spells they mastered can't cope with the large amount of filthy blood appearing on the streets. Only by gathering together can they provide some guarantee for safety.

After being notified by the baron, these people who had gradually disappeared within a month gathered together again.

"Quiet."

The party organizer, who went by the pseudonym "Baron", was standing on the stage, and he pressed his hands falsely to control the chaotic scene.

A woman who was strange to the party members was standing on his left, a young or short girl.

On this occasion, she wore an inappropriate purple dress and a half-covered black feather mask. Although it covered most of her face, her delicate chin and pink lips still looked very attractive.This half face is matched with a plump figure. If it weren't for this special period, many people would want to get to know her better.

Now, the attention of the party members is more focused on the "Baron". The latter's past prestige has led many people to place their hopes on the organizer of the party.

But the baron took a step back and gave the center of the stage to the unknown girl.It wasn't until then that people realized that she seemed to be the protagonist today.

The girl cleared her throat and said:

"My friends, like you, I am a person who is excluded from the order by the executor."

"We have endured the oppression of this group of hypocrites for a long time in the past, but there is nothing we can do about it. They claim to be the guardians of the orderly world, and they have always done a good job. Sacrificing some freedom in exchange for a safe life , which is barely a reasonable price.”

There was a commotion in the audience, but due to the baron's prestige, it quickly quieted down.

Farmine looked around, then continued.

"But everyone must have noticed that in the past year and a half, this world has become more dangerous. For the sake of the so-called order, Albert Kleist has formulated stricter rules. We are Forced to endure, leave home, hide in the cracks of the rules!"

The whispers of the wizards became louder, and a lot of negative emotions were brewing.

"But after we made such concessions, what did the executors protect!"

The girl's voice, amplified by magic, echoed in the hall.

"When the filthy blood is rampant in the streets, and one party member after another is killed, what are they doing!"

"The executors retain their power, and would rather use it to hunt us down than protect the safety of the city. What kind of guardians are they! Why did we make so many concessions!"

This kind of statement sounds like a little girl's crazy talk at first glance, but the wizards faintly sensed a strange atmosphere.

The baron took out a crystal ball from his bosom, where some vague magical images were recorded.The phantom appeared on the stage, but even if it was only a vague effect, people could clearly see the tragic scene of eleven ordinary wizards being lured into the room by the executors and killed.

"This is the information that our members who broke into the inside exchanged their lives for. At this time, they used the pretext of cooperating to trick our compatriots and brutally killed them!"

The baron's voice was hoarse, and he seemed to be in grief.

A dead silence.

"But even so, what can we do? They are the executors, the divine blood mages!"

A young man off the stage broke the silence and questioned loudly. His voice was weak and dry, but he concealed great anger.

Famini took off her mask at this time, revealing a saintly appearance.She held a rough puppet behind her back, and said faintly:

"That's just Kleist's deception. Next, I will show you my true strength."

In the next second, everyone in the auditorium found themselves in a molten hell, and the burning despair and fire-ridden pain seemed so real!Dozens of wizards just sank into the abyss of death without any resistance, even the wailing could not be conveyed, because their throats had been burned by the flames.

The smiling girl is suspended above the lava, facing the undulating arms and face,

"Do you want me to save you from the flames of purgatory?"

She clapped her hands lightly, and the world fell into deep darkness, while an insignificant bright spot exploded and expanded in the depths of the darkness, gradually covering everything.

The audience was surprised to find themselves still sitting in theater chairs, exhausted and drenched in cold sweat.

The girl's voice echoed clearly in everyone's ears,

"Divine blood is just a scam, and my teacher and I will share with you the real power."

Chapter 78 Blood Moon Song

Fetili coughed violently several times to clear out the bloody phlegm blocking his organs, and then pulled his body out of the gravel and glass.

Blood scorched the throat and lungs, and the rust-like taste filled the entire mouth.

As she straightened her body, the misplaced and broken bones began to reset and heal.

Just at the moment of touching, Fitili's fingers and inch-long hard nails were shattered by the spear, and then the gun rod hit her abdomen, causing the internal organs to deviate from their original position.

Nils was still suspended in mid-air. In the collision just now, Fitili was completely at a disadvantage. She shot backwards and hit the dome of the church, while Nils' position hardly changed.

"I'm sorry, Nils..."

This was just a misunderstanding between two people who were afraid of being alone. After the coming-of-age ceremony, Abigail Cain worried that his blood-stained posture would frighten Niels and left alone. Ten years in the depths of hell.

The misunderstanding was solved the moment they met their eyes again, and both of them saw clearly the thoughts deep in each other's hearts.But it's too late now, mistakes and hurts are not things that can be forgiven or erased so easily.

Only the death of one party can completely calm everything down.

No need for more words, the battle started again in the next moment, and the two stretched out their index fingers:

"boiling!"

"erosion."

Fittili left Enoch City very early, and she didn't master too many magics exclusive to Dirty Blood.It wasn't until a week ago that she temporarily grasped part of the knowledge from the "Book of Nod" held by Ella. Boiling blood can increase the activity of one's own blood in a short period of time or disturb the humoral balance in the opponent's body. When his own magic power touched Nils, an extremely chaotic force was poured back.

Two thin lines of blood sprayed from Fittilly's eyes and nostrils, and she fell into a short-term sudden blindness.

And Nils' magic also took shape at this time, the front of his fingers began to melt, and the splashed blood mist swirled in the air.

Under the crimson moonlight, the mist made a disgusting sound of fluttering its wings. It wasn't mist, but a very small swarm of insects!

The sharp exoskeleton made them look like little balls of knives, and the swarm easily tore off Fitili's tuxedo and skin, penetrated into the flesh and began to wreak havoc.

These two kinds of magic are undoubtedly the spells built for the characteristics of dirty blood, and only dirty blood is best at killing their kind.

The intense pain caused Fittili's spirit to be in a trance. The church area was originally shrouded in the crimson moon created by Mrs. Nadasdi's crown. Under the influence of the sacred object, Fittili's spirit was approaching a very dangerous state.

The nails of her hands touched her shoulders deeply, and she growled:

"combustion!"

In an instant, the liquid in her blood vessels was ignited like oil, and the insect swarm that penetrated into her body and a large amount of flesh and blood turned into coke!

Fittili fell into the stagnant water of the dome, the scorched flesh fell off, and the pink and tender new skin grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Before leaving the 29th Champs Elysees, she drank all her reserves, so she didn't have to worry about the loss of blood in a short time.

It took another ten seconds for her to construct the burned body tissue, and during this period, Nils did not make any other movements.

Fittili left the stagnant water and looked at the other end of the church dome.

A little blood oozed from the corner of Nils' mouth. The boiling blood was not useless to him, and his fingers, which were the price of magic, hadn't fully grown.His breathing seemed a little heavy, and although the calmness on his face could conceal some problems, the abnormally pale complexion and heaving chest still exposed Niels' state.

This shouldn't be the recovery speed of high-level filthy blood species. Such a minor injury can be repaired in a breath.

Feitili frowned and stood up as the sense of disobedience lingered in his heart.Although Niers showed a stronger fighting ability than in the cemetery, there was undoubtedly some kind of problem with his state.

"Very good, come again."

Niels wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, touched the tip of the cross between his feet, and then bent down.The long skirts of the dress spread out in the wind like broad bat wings.

With one move of his hand, the Tepesh spear nailed to the wall flew back upside down, and the crimson spear shadow enveloped Fitili's whole body.

Nils' spear skills suddenly became delicate, unpredictable in the moonlight.

A few huge blood splashes splashed from Fittilly's body, but she clearly felt that the force on the spearhead had weakened a lot.

Nils' breathing became heavy, exhaustion caused the spear's trajectory to deviate fatally, and the shot that should have pierced the heart passed through Fittili's waist and cut through the tuxedo, leaving a long scarlet scar.

Fitti used his elbow to deflect the barrel of the gun, held the end of Tepesh's spear with one hand, and grabbed Nils' collar tightly with the other.

There was a sound of cloth cracking, and she tore open the evening dress on the chest of the other party!

But what appeared there was not the thin and slender body as imagined, the skin on Nils' chest was wrinkled and squeezed into a ball, and a thin and distorted face like an old man appeared there, it was even wriggling, trying to get out detached from under the skin.

Where it can't be seen, there are more twisted wrinkles and knobs, as if there are thousands of souls and individuals trying to squeeze his body.

Sure enough, Fittili's use of magic was not rebounded by Nils' magic power, but was backlashed by the pollution in his blood.

Nils snorted coldly, kicked on Fittili's abdomen, and threw her flying.He staggered back a few steps, then reversed the gun, drawing two crossed gun marks on his chest!

"Get back!"

When the face under the skin touched the gun point, it twisted in pain, and a light yellow transparent liquid mixed with black mist seeped out from the wound.

Those faces faded a lot, leaving only some facial features.However, the skin and flesh under the two wounds showed no signs of healing.

This is the inevitable out-of-control phenomenon of the old dirty blood at the end of life, but he may not be 20 years old.The self-healing ability of the filthy blood is closely related to the curse in the blood, and being damaged by the holy object, the signs of loss of control and the self-healing ability are inevitably suppressed at the same time.

"Nils!"

"Shut up...Abigail, don't you think I can't do it anymore? I can't kill you anymore?"

He laughed, struggle written all over his face.In the end, Niels seemed to have given up something he had been holding on to for a long time, and his amber pupils were completely stained red with blood.

"I still have, I still have this..."

Nils embraced the spear to support his body. Although it looked precarious, a powerful magical aura escaped from his body.

"The third son who walks in the world,

You night king of the wilderness of Enoch,

You are the co-lord of our filthy blood.

..."