She Is Not a Witch

In the underground ruins, Mo Ruo's butler took the girl to hide in a corner of the edge. He didn't know why the world suddenly became fragmented, and the light was blocked by dark sections, and they continued to extend here.

Aware of the risk of death if he continued to move forward, he had no choice but to temporarily stop and hide here with the girl.

According to Viscount Moruo's original idea, it is natural to use those mercenaries and adventurers to obtain the holy object, and this girl is a spare key to unlock the seal.

"Stay here, don't move around." After observing the girl quietly, the housekeeper turned around and warned.

After hearing the threat, the girl nodded uneasily and fearfully, and then squatted down again. In fact, she just felt an unknown crisis gradually awakening and approaching. Some kind of change is taking place in the strong necromantic power around it, it is getting colder and colder.

It's a pity that the housekeeper's attention has long been attracted by everything in front of him, so how could he notice such subtle changes.

In the center of the area, Viscount Moruo swung his sword and strode forward. He slashed with his sword, leaving a trail of blood. Only then did he realize that it was another remaining red-clothed officer who had been hacked to death.

'It's not, but it's not bad to cut it. ’ He kicked the broken corpse away, and the desire to destroy in his heart was released, which made him feel a kind of pleasure.

"Where are you hiding, my lovely Miss Mesia?" The little old man walked around the hall again holding his sword, constantly creating steel cuts, making this area even more fragmented and divided.

Looking at the crazy Viscount Morrow in the darkness below, Lorraine quietly suspended in the air, thinking about how to solve it.

Although the order of war has very little flying ability, as a witch in charge of the atmosphere and wind, she can always easily grasp this, and she can keep it silent and secret.

Most of the abilities of jobs related to the order of war are related to physical attacks. Although it is simple to practice, consumes less energy, and is conducive to long-term combat, the disadvantage is that the attacks are relatively simple. When facing the Viscount Moruo who holds the holy relic, he is always in a state of being restrained. status.

It is indeed difficult for me to let the wind attack the fortress, but there are still other solutions.

Now that the jobs in the War Order are restrained, let’s switch to other extraordinary jobs, Lorraine Hill thought so, his thoughts changed, the brilliance in his pupils changed, the purple gradually faded, and then the clear blue began to emerge.

Necronomicon Sequence 6: Youlan Gemei (Evaluation: Perfect Crystal Level) has been switched.

Facing the crazy nobleman below, Lorraine Hill lightly pressed his fingers on the blade of the sword, and dots of faint blue emerged from his side, and then turned into silver-blue brand marks, which were gradually engraved on the blade.

And these silver and blue outlines the traces of butterflies on the blade like silk threads, and a concept of shattered death emerges on the butterflies. As a necromantic sequence specializing in the soul domain, bypassing the material body and getting straight to the essence, it is perfect to deal with such a scene.

Afterwards, Youlan's butterfly wings suddenly spread behind the girl, and she also kicked from the air and flew backwards to the ground.

"It finally appeared." Looking at the figure that suddenly appeared above his head in front of him, the Viscount Mo Ruo didn't retreat but was overjoyed, he clenched his sword again, and slashed down fiercely.

One, two, three, the silver steel pierced through the air, shattering the oncoming blue figure into pieces, but before Viscount Mo Ruo was happy, the attacking figure disappeared like a illusory bubble.

She dodges!

Viscount Mo Ruo was startled, and rushed forward quickly, avoiding the place where he was standing, but soon, a faint blue sword light suddenly appeared from the darkness, as if there were traces of butterflies in it, beautiful and dreamy.

Facing the elusive cold blade, Viscount Mo Ruo urged the holy object with all his strength, and his body turned into steel again. However, the impact and sparks he expected did not happen.

The blue sword blade sliced ​​into his body like an illusion, slashed quickly, and then disappeared into the darkness.

"it's over."

After a long time, Lorraine Hill's figure slowly walked out of the darkness, looking at Viscount Moruo who was standing still in front of him, and then the long sword fell from his hand with a bang, bounced off the ground, and made a clear trembling sound.

Afterwards, Viscount Moruo's body collapsed in the reverberation of metal tremors like piles of rust, turning into iron filings all over the place.

Looking at Viscount Moruo, who had been corrupted by power and died without a whole body, the girl shook her head lightly, sighed, and then slowly picked up the rusty long sword.

[When you come into contact with the Holy Armed Forces, do you want to access it? whether]

【yes】

[Beginning to connect....]

[Code recognition starts]

[Recognition completed, data synchronization in progress...]

[Synchronization complete, start initial boot]

Immediately, a pale golden virtual screen unfolded in front of the girl, on which densely packed information emerged, showing the condition of the holy object, its division of power, and its fragmentation from various angles.

【Zhan Tie Stowett】

Attribute: Element - Steel

Integrity: 37% (the higher the fragment integrity, the stronger the power-energy-efficiency ratio)

Activity level: 82% (enters a dormant state after the activity is exhausted)

Compatibility: 85% (the identity of the original four +80%, the original wind +5%)

(Explanation: A high degree of fit will make the use more flexible and consume less activity. The use of this holy weapon requires a minimum of 10% fit.)

field:

[Silver Iron Conversion] (upper level): the ability to convert other substances into iron

[Iron Edge Sharpening] (lower level): You can manipulate iron-containing objects to sharpen their blades

Looking carefully at the description above, Lorraine Hill was thoughtful, and he could see that this power is a fragment of the Sun Crown, and it is also a subordinate power of the Rock of Four Elements. Although wind and rock are opposite attributes, but fortunately, my own characteristics are adaptation and change, which still does not reduce the degree of fit.

[Because the host is connected to the core of the Sun Crown, this holy creation can be further improved, do you need to complete it? whether]

[Supplement: This process will take some time (the specifics cannot be determined), and it will also cause a certain degree of fatigue. ]

【yes】

[Received, start to complete]

The information in the system flashed, and the rusty long sword in Lorraine Hill's hand seemed to be recovering, and began to spread lines like circuits, and as these luminous lines extended, some dark red rust gradually Fade away and reverted to pure silver iron.

Looking at the sword in his hand, guessing that it would take a long time to complete it, Lorraine Hill turned his attention to other places.

The magic power of the undead here is getting stronger and colder, and it seems that it is time to leave.

She put the two swords together, then picked up the torch on the ground with the other hand, shook it slightly to let it burn more vigorously, and then walked in the direction she came.

The smell of pine oil and smoke from the torch filled the air, and the long sword flashed from time to time, cutting through the lavender sword marks, cutting through the broken steel on the road, and opening a path. Lorraine Hill avoided the sharp iron thorns on the ground, and felt Looking around, she found that besides herself, the only one still alive was the housekeeper and the girl hiding in the corner.

As for Yan Liuyan, after being rescued by Lorraine Hill, he quickly left the ground. As a graduate of Emenes, he has been firmly educated to retreat in time when the situation is not right. Now that he has no weapons and his body is injured, he is really not suitable for participating in the future situation.

Hearing the sudden silence of the relic hall, the butler felt a burst of anxiety. He rubbed his index finger and thumb restlessly. The hard calluses on them made him feel at ease when he touched reality, but the surroundings could not hear the sound or see the darkness of the scene. Like a black hole in the abyss, swallowing his outward perception.

To go or not to go, he was hesitating at the moment, unable to make up his mind.

Fortunately, someone finally broke the silence. A girl holding a sword came slowly from the darkness holding a torch.

Seeing the girl who suddenly appeared, the housekeeper felt that his breathing was much more relaxed and brisk. Since this girl is alive, the master should not have a big problem. He remembered that Mo Ruo had prepared a lot of treasures on his body before coming, which was enough to save his life.

"Go back, it's already very dangerous here." Lorraine Hill's clear and soft voice sounded, and with the words, her shoes stepped on the ground full of debris, approaching the two of them.

"Where is Master Mo Ruo? Has Master Mo Ruo found the treasure?" the butler asked excitedly, his appearance was completely different from his usual steady appearance.

"I found it..." The girl hesitated for a few seconds, and decided not to mention Viscount Moruo's fate.

"But this place is about to be destroyed, if possible, let me take you away."

"No, I have to wait for Lord Mo Ruo to come back." The butler shook his head, rejecting the swordsman girl who fled.

"But....."

"It's nothing, it's my profession and my belief." The butler refused again, expressing that he was happy to do so.

"But the child behind you is very scared now. So, why don't you ask her what she thinks?"

"Her? Hehe, she is our master's property. I advise you not to meddle in your own business." The butler waved his hand and easily refused.

"Is that so..." The girl tilted her head, paused for a few seconds, and then directly asked the girl behind.

"Would you like to go with me, it's very dangerous here."

"Miss Mecia! Please pay attention to your words and deeds now. What you are doing is tantamount to stealing and robbing noble family property." The butler pulled out the rapier from his waist and placed it in front of Lorraine Hill.

It's a pity that Lorraine Hill didn't care about this, and continued to ask the girl.

"I...I want to leave..." Maybe it was those clear talking eyes, or maybe it was that gentle voice, the girl finally mustered up the courage to reply.

"You!" The butler looked at the girl behind him who dared to resist, and was about to slap her down, making her realize the reality.

"That's it." A long sword was raised from time to time, and it was suddenly placed on the butler's neck, leaving a faint trace of blood. Even though it hasn't been cut open, the cold touch makes people calm down quickly.

Lorraine Hill was a little tired of negotiating with such nobles. Of course, she could see that the girl was being coerced, but she didn't want to ask the reason anymore.

"I understand." The butler carefully put down the sword in his hand, and stood nervously aside, allowing the girl to pass by him.

With the only two people left, Lorraine quickly rushed to the ground, and all the ghosts and corpses encountered along the way were chopped up by the flashing sword light, clean and neat.

It wasn't until this time that the butler gradually realized that this Miss Mesia was not only good-looking, but her strength was comparable to those of Emenas' geniuses.

"I hope the master will forgive me for retreating early." Along the way, the steward murmured in his heart, and then quickly followed the figure in front of him. Now he also feels bad. There are more and more ghosts along the way, and the magic power of the undead in the air is getting thicker and colder, slowly corroding the body.

Climbing up to the final staircase, the long passage stretched upwards, and Lorraine Hill could smell the freshness in the air, which was the dewy smell of the forest at night, with a hint of coolness.

Thinking back on this action tonight, she felt as if she had overlooked something, or was a little uneasy. Why is the defense of this relic buried with holy relics so simple, and why did I encounter this incident? You must know that 'holy relics' are rarely seen outside, and often new ones may not be found in a hundred or two hundred years .

Why did I just happen to be so 'lucky'? Is it all a coincidence? If so, the probability of this is extremely small.

And if not, it means that all of this was carefully prepared by someone.

Analyzing the information in his mind, Lorraine Hill's footsteps became faster and faster, and he began to get out of sight of the two behind him, rushing into the forest night wind from above.

After that, a girl in a red and black dress suddenly jumped out from the clearing in the forest, and the figures before entering were no longer seen around the entrance. Those soldiers, officers, guests, and adventurers who came out in advance all disappeared without a trace.

Everything was silent, not even the Eastern swordsman Yan Liuyan could be seen.

Lorraine Hill stepped on the ground with his toes and lowered slowly. Looking around at the forest where there were no insects singing, he couldn't help but slowly clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand.

"Welcome, lovely and innocent junior." A female voice suddenly came from the treetops.

Looking up, this name has long straight black hair, sitting leaning among the branches, leaning slightly, looking at the girl in front of him. The long skirt can barely cover the curve of the calf, and the feet are swaying gently like a crescent moon, and the slender fingers are pressed on the rough tree below him, and several rings are worn on it.

Although she looked only in her 20s, Lorraine Hill would not despise the other party because of this, after all, the age of a witch cannot be measured by her appearance.

Seeing that Lorraine Hill was about to ask, the woman lightly raised her palm and waved it down at Lorraine Hill. Immediately, countless swaying figures came from the forest.

The pitch-black giant wolves jumped out of the dark forest, their blood-colored pupils were full of ferocity and bloodthirsty.

"Ow—"

One wolf shouted, and ten thousand wolves followed, and the whimpering wolves roared one after another under the night sky. And this is not the end, the wolf roar under the night sky is like a beacon tower, spreading to the distant ridge, countless beast roars continue one after another.

one hundred...

a thousand...

10,000...

In the roar of the beast that flooded the sky, Lorraine Hill seemed like a small boat surrounded by huge waves, weak and insignificant. And among these magical beasts, there are even Sequence 7 and even Sequence 8.

Like a horizontal ridge, the giant Spinosaurus rising up from the forest, every time it takes a step, stones and soil will fall from its back. And when the iron hoof landed, the ground seemed to be elastic, and there was a huge sound wave in the rebound.

[Dragon Sequence 8 Ridge Forest Dragon]

The amber pupils are taller than a human, and a giant lion with a red mane surrounds this witch~www.readwn.com~Demon Sequence 8·Red Angry Lion]

The soil on the ground was turned over, and the corpse of a giant white bone was assembled again.

[Necromancer Sequence 8 Ouroboros]

These extremely ferocious monsters made this remote town the most noisy place in the entire southern region.

In the roar of beasts shouted by thousands of people, this lapis lazuli-like witch lightly jumped down from the branch, and then was lifted up by the monsters and sat on the back of the giant lion that was as tall as dozens of stories.

For a moment, countless monsters gathered together, surrounding the tiny girl in the middle like a mountain, and roaring wantonly.

Looking at this tall figure sitting on a cloud under the night sky, Lorraine Hill recalled the stories sung in the ancient poems, and finally remembered this name that was about to be forgotten.

"The Witch of the Beast of Violence, Iber."