Taming the Dark Lord

Amelia turned her back to the street. When the knife hit, she was caught off guard, she had no time to reach out and block it, and a sharp pain rushed to her brain.

She snorted, and quickly pulled out the wand around her waist with her right hand, and the light blade gushed from the tip of the wand and flew towards the attacker.

"Huh!"

The attacker swung his knife and blocked the light blade.

At this time, Amelia had time to turn around and saw the appearance of the attacker clearly.

This is a description of a withered woman, pale, with layers of wrinkles covering her facial features, and her fingers holding a long knife are long and thin, like chicken paws, with violent veins.

"Who are you! Where is the madman!" The knights threw away the woman who was holding them, each drew out their weapons, and stood in front of Amelia who was holding her bloody left arm.

The skinny woman sneered, "Who am I? I am the person you are looking for."

Her cold eyes slowly lifted, and shot at Amelia full of hatred and murderous intent, as if to scrape off her skin with an eye knife.

Amelia's voice trembled with pain and frowned, "Are you a witch?"

The witch waved, and the mad woman who was still struggling on the ground suddenly rose into the air and floated to the skinny witch.

The witch guarded her behind: "I am the one who killed the bishop. Don't involve innocent people. Come and catch me if you have a species, dogs."

"You!" The leading knight commander was angered. He brandished his spear and rushed towards the witch at an explosive speed, smashing her thin body severely.

The witch smiled weirdly.

She stood there without changing her face, as if she hadn't seen the approaching weapon, and smiled calmly at Amelia behind the crowd with weird eyes.

Something is wrong.

Amelia's heart jumped and she hurriedly stopped the knight's attack: "Wait, don't come near her!"

The knight was taken aback and wanted to regain the offensive, but it was too late.

The long/gun pierced through the air, passed through the figure of the witch, and slammed into the ground, smashing a hole in the ground.

An electric current passed through the metal gun body and rushed into the knight's body. He twitched and fell silently to the ground.

"In three days, I will come to kill you, and these demons in human skin. Wash your head and wait for me." The witch's figure flashed a few times, and she disappeared in place with the mad woman. , Leaving a bloody and murderous notice.

"She's gone!" The other knight was stunned for a moment, then turned around and looked at Amelia helplessly, waiting for her instructions.

At the same time, the door behind them was suddenly opened, and Debra and Rita rushed out with a group of people: "What's wrong? What happened?"

"It's the witch who killed the bishop. She just came to attack me."

Amelia clutched the wound and turned around, and the blood dripped down her soft white fingertips to the ground, which looked abnormally dazzling on the white floor, as if she had been seriously injured.

But in fact, only a gap was made on the inside of her arm, and Amelia was able to hide in time, but suffered a little trauma.

Rita panicked as soon as she saw Amelia’s bloody left hand: "Does it hurt? Quickly open the sleeve and I will treat you."

The healing magic enveloped the hot and painful wound, and the split flesh healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Debra heard the whole process from other knights, and was half angry: "Amelia! What do you do, the witch is so close to you, how can you let her run away."

Amelia squinted coldly.

Before she could speak, Rita pushed Debra back: "There is something for you to try, what kind of jokes are you saying, haven't you seen Amelia hurt her hand? You can't see anything. I'll just pick it up, right?"

"I stab me?" Debra laughed absurdly: "Not only people have not been caught, even the knight is dead, the chief saint is on the scene, and he can be beaten like this against a witch. Who can just say that?"

Rita sneered: "Fart! I think you want to use your mind again, are you greedy looking at the position of the chief?..."

"Alright!" Amelia stopped Rita from beaming her eyebrows, retracted her undamaged arm, and tapped the knight who fell on the ground with her chin: "He's not dead, but he was stunned."

She retracted her wand and wiped the dry blood on the back of her hand with a handkerchief. "The accountability matter can be said later. I will not run. You can complain to the Pope as much as you like. Now the most important thing is to trace the witch based on the smell of my blood. , Debra, if you are not convinced, go after it yourself."

The blonde girl hung her head, her soft hair fell, and her soft facial contours became more and more amazing under the sunlight.

Amelia has always had a very good temper, just like her appearance, weak, pleasant, and never angry.

But for some reason, Debra looked at her profile at this moment, and did not say a word of refutation for a long time, and acquiesced to her arrangement.

When the crowd dispersed, only Rita and Amelia were left on the stone steps.Rita looked at her expressionless expression and said cautiously: "Are you angry?"

"En?" Amelia turned her eyes and smiled at her: "No, I'm not angry."

She just thought it was absurd.

Even the notorious witches know to protect innocent people.

That crazy middle-aged woman, Amelia deliberately secretly tested before, she had no special aura in her body, she was just an extremely ordinary citizen, but Debra announced in the public that she was in collusion with the darkness.

Not only did the residents of the town heard this, but the mayor of high authority heard it.

At that time, Amelia saw his eyes looking at the crazy woman's family, and knew that he would not let them go.

Amelia walked down the stairs and looked up at the gloomy sky. The heavy black clouds pressed on the top of her head, like a cult of light that oppressed the civilians so that they could not breathe.

She didn't know why Debra lied.But she knew that such a thing would not be uncommon.

A witch can save one, what about the rest?Who will help?

Most of them died silently, stigmatized, and died in pain.

The skinny witch embraced the struggling mad woman in her arms, jumping dexterously in the woods, sweat ran down her forehead and wet her hair.

She wants to go back to her home.The hut is located deep in the forest, outside the rule of the sect of light.She must rush back and hide her breath before the pursuers catch her.

If you must come to kill in three days, that's just bluffing and cruel words.

The witch decided to hide in the house for a year or a half after returning, and would never come out until the saints left.

Thinking about this, the witch moved faster and faster, stepped on the branches and jumped through the air.

"Ok?"

The witch lowered her head and keenly found a figure in the dead branches and leaves, "Who is it? Where is who?"

The black-clothed and white-haired man sat on the ground casually with his back to her, and the fallen leaves fell on him, as if sitting here for a long time.

Can sit alone in the forest full of wild beasts for so long, this man is by no means ordinary.

The witch held the woman in her arms tightly, cautiously bypassed the man, and jumped away from the other side.

She jumped a few branches and walked around a little bit. Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a sound of wind suddenly heard behind her.

"call out!"

A black object suddenly struck and knocked the witch down in midair, and fell to the ground with a'bang', making her unable to get up for a long time.

"What do you want to do?" The witch reluctantly stood up with a tree trunk on the side, her leg broke, and she slumped to one side, holding the long knife in her hand tightly, "Why attacked me?"

Long silence.

In the witch's nervous gaze, the man slowly turned his head, his white hair slipped, revealing a pair of scarlet blood eyes.

"You have the smell of that woman." The man's narrow eyes narrowed slightly. It was obvious that his position was relatively low, but he saw a feeling of being condescending and looking down at all beings: "Did you hurt her?"

No one responded.

The witch stared at those eyes dullly, and there was a bang in her head. She couldn't hear what the man said, but she felt her heartbeat speed up and blood rose rapidly, all rushing to the top of her head.

This kind of heartbeat is not the heartbeat of the witch when she was young when she faced Kiyotoshi Muraguchi. It was abnormally fast, shook like a drum, and even jumped out of the afterimage, and it sounded continuously.

"puff!"

A blood stain slowly flowed from the corner of the witch's mouth.

The long knife with blood on her hand soared into the air, and flew to the man as if bound by an invisible silk thread, lowering her head obediently.

Alfonso stared at the red mark for a moment, his slender fingers touched it, and the dark skin was stained with blood and sent to his lips.

smelly.