Taming the Dark Lord

"Rita...?"

Amelia yelled hoarsely.

She was stunned for a moment, her pupils dilated, and before she had time to see Rita's state, another arrow dropped from the sky penetrated her shoulder blade.

"Shit!" The sound of a sharp weapon pierced through the flesh and blood.

Large strands of blood immediately seeped out, and the hem of the white gauze skirt was stained red with blood, wet and glued into clusters.

Amelia bit her lip, suppressed the painful moan, and looked up at the middle-aged man who was walking slowly in front of her.

"Who is it!" Debra's voice trembled, and she insisted: "We are the saints of the Cult of Light, do you dare to attack us, and are not afraid of being chased by the Cult? I can let you go."

The visitor laughed.

He walked a few steps forward and walked from the haze to the sun. Under the black hood, there was a rotting maggot skull face. The eye sockets were empty, with two green flames.

A knight exclaimed: "Necromancer!"

The arrow inserted in the shoulder slowly melted and condensed into drops of corrosive green liquid, dripping on the wound, making a squeaky corrosive sound.

Amelia was about to faint in pain. She bit her lip and tried to stay awake. While covering the wound with one hand, applying healing magic to herself, she yelled: "Don't froze, run quickly. !"

too strong.

This person is too strong.

The magic pressure spreading from the Necromancer's body is overwhelming, and it is mixed with countless souls and bones. It is incomparably powerful and cannot be defeated.

Amelia's heartbeat thumped, and the dizziness of pain and blood loss seemed to be dragging her footsteps with one hand, stumbled and followed everyone into the city gate.

"Rita! Rita is still behind!" Debra held Amelia's arm, supporting her crooked body, her voice was terrified and panicked, turning her head and looking behind her.

Rita's slender body lay on the ground, and the blood moistened the surrounding ground.

The Necromancer stepped on Rita, met Debra's gaze, and smiled at her with his head tilted, raising the magic wand in his hand, once again condensed a bone arrow, and shot it like lightning.

"thump!"

A knight fell.

This bone arrow seems to have its own tracking function, no matter how the targeted person dodges, they can't dodge the fate of being hit.

Seeing that the necromancer raised his wand again, the remaining knights gritted their teeth and turned around with their long swords, blocking the wizard's way.

"Master Saint, go away!"

Debra finally couldn't help crying, and tightened Amelia's hand, dragging her into an alley.

Amelia's eyes turned black, and as she turned the corner, she raised her head and glanced hard.

The blood of the knights filled the entire sky, and the warm sunset shone on their shining armor and blood, reflecting the golden light.

"Go, go to church." Amelia coughed up a mouthful of blood and murmured: "There is divine light for protection, and the undead will burn when approaching."

But why is the road to the church so far?

The two girls cuddled up and stumbled into the distance. The slow footsteps behind them followed like a shadow, like a predator teasing prey without hurries. Time is near and far away, and you can never get away, but they always give you a glimmer of hope of escape.

"What to do?" Debra's voice choked.

This was the closest to death in her nearly two decades of life, and she almost fainted in fear.

"Let me go."

Amelia keeps healing for herself, but the wound is getting bigger and bigger, constantly expanding outward, corroding the flesh, like a hole in her soul, drawing all her strength and life .

She can't escape.

Amelia thought to herself that instead of two people dying together, it is better to let one live.

Although a little unwilling, if everyone died here, no one would avenge them.

"Let go of me." Amelia repeated, her pale face showing a faint smile, and she drew her arm from Debra's hand.

In terms of how much Debra hates her, she took the initiative to bring it up. Debra should be happy to accept it, right?

Amelia thought casually, almost surely waiting for the affirmative answer.

——But Debra grabbed her hand again.

Debra wears a mask of false smile all the year round, tears in her eyes, and she clings to her hand firmly: "Who do you think I am? Am I the kind of person who is so weak that I give up my companion?"

"Amelia, I tell you, don't think that you are the only one who understands the righteousness, so can I! I will never lose to you!"

What are you fighting over in such a strange place?

Amelia wanted to laugh a little, but her tears flowed first.

She sniffed and held Debra's hand instead, "Okay, this is what you said, and I will hold you even if I die for a while."

Debra tweeted her: "Bah, then you better let go."

Amelia couldn't help laughing. From the hand she was holding, there seemed to be endless power injected into her body, which made her gradually forget the pain and followed the footsteps of her companion.

With hope, time seems to be faster.

The endless escape has finally come to an end, and the next turn is the church.

However, the footsteps behind them are getting closer, and it seems that the Necromancer finally decided to end this cat-and-mouse game and take their lives.

In the speed of life and death, the running of the two suddenly stopped.

--"she was?"

Amelia and Debra panted, looking suspiciously at the skinny witch who was supposed to be on the torture instrument in the basement in front of the church.

The skinny witch stood crookedly on the steps, her wounds were not fully recovered, her clothes were still dripping with red and yellow blood, her clothes were tattered, and a pair of bloodshot eyes looked at them from her messy hair.

"What is she going to do? How did she run out? Is she going to avenge us?"

Debra said anxiously, the figure of the Necromancer was just a dozen steps away, looking at them with a smile, and approaching them with a breath of death.

And the only way to survive was blocked by the witch who looked forward to revenge.

There were wolves in front and tigers behind, Debra dragged a wound, and wanted to cry in the face of a collapse.

"What do you want to do?" Amelia tried to speak, pursing her lips and looking at the witch.

To their surprise, the witch moved away in silence, her voice hoarse and low: "Go in."

?

Amelia was stunned for a moment, met her indifferent gaze, and suddenly understood something, and dragged Debra who hadn't reacted to it and charged in.

Debra: "????? Hey?"

Debra and the witch passed by, and those hateful eyes scratched on her, as if they would pounce on her in the next second.

But after all, the witch did not move, she kept looking at her like that, let her pass by, entered the church, and closed the door loudly.

As soon as she stepped on the floor of the church, Amelia couldn't hold her back, her white dress was dyed into a red dress, and her injured right arm lost consciousness from the shoulder blade to the fingertips.

Debra took her waist, held her under the idol, and looked at her wound.

"Boom!"

There was an explosion outside the church, and the whole house shook.

Debra was taken aback: "What, what? They started fighting?"

"It seems to be." Amelia saw through the gap in the window that it was a ball outside.

"Why is she helping us?" Now that she is safe for the time being, Debra couldn't help but start conspiracy theories: "I beat her like that before. She didn't take advantage of the opportunity to run, but came to help us, what's the situation.

Amelia stayed silent, and put her bandage on her eyes.

It's to repay the favor.

At that time, she felt soft and let go of the two innocent girls, and now the witch is willing to save her life.

It's just that the Necromancer is powerful, I wonder if the witch can win?

-The answer is obviously no.

The Skinny Witch couldn't even beat Amelia, not to mention the stronger Necromancer.

After a loud noise with the sound of water, there was no movement outside.

Long silence.

Amelia pursed her dry and pale lips, and comforted Debra who was clutching her tightly: "It's okay, he can't get in, this is the residence of the gods, and the necromancer can't get in..."

She has a low voice, not knowing whether she is comforting Debra or herself.

"despair."

A drop of water fell from the top of his head.

Amelia was startled.

The drops fell on the ground, red, red, white and white, like... brains?

She raised her head.

I don't know when, the Necromancer was already standing behind them, smiling and supporting his chin, looking at them condescendingly.

Amelia:!!!!

"Go!"

She tugged at Debra who hadn't reacted, and then rolled out.

"What are you running, can you run away?"

The invisible barrier opened from the Necromancer and swept across the two of them, numbing them like an electric current, and fell to the ground without running a few steps.

The necromancer laughed, half sitting on the bright idol, with one leg stomping on the idol's eyes, and the dirty soles stepped on the pure white jade face unscrupulously.

He is blaspheming.

why?Why didn't Guangming God respond?Necromancers have stepped on your head!!

Coming soon!Kill him!!

Amelia lay on the ground and raised her head strenuously, the despair in her eyes growing stronger.

Debra's eyes turned red all at once.She roared, her slender fingers grasped the ground firmly, her nails were flipped, and five bright red blood stains flowed out.

The god who had been admired and loved since consciously was so ruined in front of Debra, it was more crazy than killing her directly.

"Don't be impulsive!" Amelia grabbed Debra, gritted her teeth and looked straight into the empty eyes of the Necromancer: "What the hell are you doing? Why don't you just kill us!"

"Kill you?" The Necromancer looked at her and tilted his head: "Kill you, how can I lead the little mouse behind you?"

Amelia was startled, what little mouse?

The Necromancer looked at Amelia, who was incomprehensible with a smile but did not intend to solve her confusion. Instead, he turned his gaze to another girl who stared at him with resentful eyes.

He shook his head, and two faint green flames jumped, seeming to be smiling cheerfully: "Good job."

"my daughter."

He raised his hand, and the direction pointed by the miserable bones was Debra with a shocked face.

At the same time, the wind carrying the scent of Amelia's blood crossed the city wall, over the dense forest, and finally reached the elf's side after a long journey.

Alfonso stood up suddenly, his blood-filled eyes opened, and he looked into the distance where the smell was blowing.