The witch ladies want me to confess my love

The jungle of long swords left several holes on the floor, but there was no figure of Gerald there. The King of Orleans appeared in mid-air. Heizhen waved his flag, and the magic mass turned into a short spear and knocked him down from the air. The scarlet line stretched from the stage to the landing point, and in the blink of an eye, Fourier had appeared near the landing.

Several magic circles appeared on Gerrard's waist, and the air flow from them deflected Hei Zhen's attack. It also helped him adjust his posture in the air in a way that conformed to Newtonian mechanics, and entered Fourier's combat range.

The young man made a gesture of drawing his sword, which prompted Gerald to protect his cane on his chest.However, Fourier's action of drawing the sword suddenly stopped midway. The weapon box that had shrunk to the size of a scabbard was turned upside down in his hand, and the black muzzle at the end of the weapon box was pointed at Gerald's body.

"boom!"

Fireworks shot out from the muzzle, and the red crystal blade popped back. When the bullet was about to hit Gerald's body, the shield on his ring was activated, and the bullet left only ripples on the translucent shield.

The offensive and defensive momentum was reversed in an instant. Gerald stretched his arms and hit Fourier's head with his cane. Fourier raised his scabbard and the weapon box expanded to the size of a shield, allowing Gerald's cane to fall from the ground. It scratched across the curved surface, making a dull sound.

When Gerald landed, he raised his eyes to look at Fourier, only to find that the latter turned sideways and crouched down. Mrs. Gerald held Fourier's back with one hand and jumped over, swinging a sword.

The powerful and heavy sword strike from the Sword Witch caused Gerald's defensive posture to collapse before he could adjust his center of gravity after landing, and his shield shattered. He staggered back and saw a scarlet shadow out of the corner of his eye.

Not Fourier.

Gerald suddenly thought that when the young man fought with him before, the red crystal blade in the weapon box popped out backwards. Right now, the only one who had the chance to hold the red crystal blade was...

Mrs. Foer, or Sword Witch Alter.

"Do not!!!!!!!"

Gerrard let out a roar. When his youth passed and he took control of Orleans, calmness became his style because nothing could threaten him.

When he was forced into a desperate situation, the ferocity of his youth returned to Gerald's body. His roar was by no means an incompetent rage, but a necessary means to activate the magic items hidden under his gold-encrusted teeth and tongue.

The air became distorted in his roar. This extraordinary blow hit Mrs. Foer's wrist. The red crystal blade bounced from her hand... and was caught by Fourier again, scarlet The sword light slashed across Gerald's body diagonally, and blood spattered.

Heizhen waved the flag, the flames of malice burned brightly, and the magic-condensed spikes penetrated Gerald's limbs, nailing him to the wall.

Fourier looked at the time. It was 23:35, only 10 minutes had passed since the battle started, and there were still 25 minutes until Thursday.

"We can wait until Gerald is dealt with."

The original Sword Witch took the initiative to propose a truce to the pirated version. Mrs. Foer nodded. She first went to check on her two sons and found that they looked fine, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"who are you?"

Kane's alert look made Mrs. Foer a little sad. In the eyes of Gerald's eldest son, it was obvious that this slightly overweight middle-aged woman was also one of the "tricksters" who besieged his father.

"I'm... I'm this man's mother," Mrs. Foer said, hugging Osh.

Fourier looked at the original Sword Witch and interpreted the bitterness in the pirated tone.

Fourier casually shot Gerald in the thigh, and the latter grunted to prevent himself from screaming.The reason why Gerald was not killed was because Hei Zhen still had unsolved doubts.

"Gerrard should have the ability to control earth veins and expand the imaginary space roughly. His plans must be completed by expanding the imaginary space. After a startup method is sanctioned by you, he must have a backup plan, but that one seems You were also sanctioned...what did you do?" Mrs. Gerrard asked.

"In the days of preparing for the war, except for me asking my 'friends' to plant explosives near the Shinra Building... Naturally, the security there was very tight. My 'friends' were caught on the spot before they even entered. The evidence is conclusive. , entered the police station with his female assistant and lover, but he didn’t need to worry too much. He could just sit in jail without any worries. From now on, I would provide humanistic care to his German wife and several-year-old daughter.

I actually asked another group of people to copy the method used in the chapel, which was signal jamming. Signal jammers were placed outside the Shinra Building. Gerald's thinking was still stuck in the old times. He felt that as long as he kept the arrangement in the Shinra Building The workshop on the [-]th floor is foolproof, but the control over the surroundings is relatively weak.

After finishing that, I thought about the issue of earth veins. Even if the workshop cannot precisely open the imaginary number space, Gerald, who has already controlled Orlan's earth veins, can use huge magic power to forcibly activate the imaginary number space.

So I used the high-energy crystal I purchased to improvise a thermodynamic formula, using temperature changes to change the flow direction and speed of magic in the earth's veins, disrupting Gerald's control of the earth's veins.

To use an analogy, the password Gerald needs to answer to activate the imaginary number space using the magic power of earth veins is equivalent to answering 1+1= in the real number field?After I meddle with this question, his thinking was equivalent to answering the complex number w=(1+z)/(1-z). When the complex number z≠1, the real part, imaginary part and module of w.

This problem is equally simple. It is nothing more than the application of the conjugate complex number formula. However, it is more difficult than the 1+1 problem, so Gerald, who was in the middle of the battle, had no time to break through the obstacles I set and think of a way to activate the imaginary number space. "

"Oh."

Although she didn’t understand, Mrs. Gerald still pretended that she understood. Anyway, no matter what the theory was, the result was obvious——

Now that Toby Gerald, her husband, and her nightmare were hanging half-dead on the wall, Sword Witch had no other feelings except "comfortable".

Chapter 27 Cry with you on Thursday·Cheng

"Don't blame me for being ruthless and unreasonable, colluding with outsiders to deal with you. Anyway, there has never been trust between us, so there is no betrayal." The Sword Witch spat out harsh words towards her husband, "If you die like this, Only then can everyone live comfortably. Your property and your son will belong to me. I don’t mind being another Mrs. Gerald.”

It's a pity that you are thinking about Kane, but Kane is thinking about your clone's daughter. Why is this happening? It was obviously you who came first.Fourier thought.

"Did you love him?" Fourier asked.

"If there was such an emotion as love, I wouldn't help you."

"Where is your son Ruota?"

"I hoped that I could give birth to a girl who would inherit the power of the optimized sword witch, but I only gave birth to a rebellious loser who yearns for freedom."

"Isn't his rebelliousness and character the result of his upbringing?"

Mrs. Gerald spread her hands and said: "It's true that I am his mother, but don't use ordinary people's ethical relations to trap us. I have no responsibility for this child. So, don't ask me why I want to eat it." "Kane, you see, your client seems to me to be vicious and duplicitous. This character is simply annoying, but you still like her very much."

Do you need a reason to like someone?Does it need to be based on rational thinking?It's really strange. Your swordsmanship is experienced in many battles, but your emotions are like a young boy's. "

"Because I have stopped growing long ago." Fourier replied.

Gerard hanging on the wall turned a deaf ear to the fact that his wife had cuckolded him. Fourier could feel that the enemy's spirit was in an extremely unstable state, and Toby Gerrard was about to wake up from his dream. But who will he become when he wakes up?

Fourier only had guesses and no answers. The only person who could understand everything was the existence standing on the outside of the world and staring at the world. He was not, so he knew nothing about certain things.

A writer who is allergic to seafood once said that the oldest and strongest human emotion is fear, and the oldest and strongest fear is the unknown.

Observing the scene of Gerald's spirit deteriorating day by day and being captured by the undead from the past, Fourier's sword was laughing wildly, and some of the dissipated energy was converted into heat and transferred to his fingers, making him realize that his fingers were like this Ice cold.

Now he was gripped by the emotion of fear.

The sword-wielding witch standing next to him noticed the change in the young man, but did not know why such a change occurred.What's more, just because the grievances with her husband have been settled does not mean that she is relieved: she is not going to let go of Mrs. Foer as a clone, nor the little girl named Phoenix who was born by the clone and competed with her for a man.

In the final analysis, they are just a mob. They can barely have the same interests when defeating Gerald, but after losing their common goal, their grievances will automatically make them into the ranks of enemies.

Hei Zhen looked past the two complicated spectators, her pale golden eyes reflected Gerald's miserable look, her lips pursed, and her complicated emotions made it impossible for her to form coherent words.

At the same time, she knew that she was not alone, so she looked back and saw the smile given by Fourier. This was a hateful and reliable man. Just knowing this made her feel at ease.

Her steps were slow and hesitant at first, but became more determined under the encouragement of Fourier's gaze. She quickly came to Gerald's side and looked up at the man hanging on the wall, who had turned pale due to blood loss.

Both Fourier and Mrs. Gerard placed their dominant hands on the hilts of their swords to prevent accidents.

"I came here to say a few words to you that I have always wanted to say: first of all, thank you, I always appear in the world because of you; secondly, pervert, I am not your doll, not someone's replica... ....Maybe it was once, but it will never be the case again. I am Joan of Arc. I have my own life. Don't place any more delusions on me, or I will kill you."

"No, you are wrong, Jeanne."

The client's sincere words were only met with a low laugh. Fourier's sword popped out of the weapon box. He passed by Heizhen and held the hilt of the sword to stab Gerald's heart. Jay, who was a moment slower, Mrs. Ladd also raised her sword.

The magic book exuding blasphemy slipped from Gerald's robe. The contents recorded in the open book made people dizzy just by looking at it. It delayed Fourier's attack, and the invisible force also helped Gerald. Ladd's weakened body came to life again.

Gerald raised his head at this moment. His hair was half black and half gray. Some kind of force caused his face to move. His eyes protruded outward and were filled with bloodshot eyes. Mysterious lines clung to his arms, red. Blue and white cassocks were replacing his shattered attire.

He said to Heizhen in a weird accent: "You are my wish, a dream in vain, don't run away, let me liberate you... Fafnir!"

The imaginary space, which Fourier had banned as a means of activation, enveloped the chapel. The dome burst, and a dragon-shaped black shadow fell from the sky, destroying the enclosed space. Fourier walked through the smoke and debris to Heizhen's side, and found the man named Trust. Gerrard's man is no longer there. Instead, a black magician who looks exactly like Ozil is standing there holding the "Luoyan City Teaching Book".

"Miss Alt, be careful, Toby Gerald is just a dream." Fourier looked at the other party warily, "Now that he has woken up, judging from his appearance, it seems to be Gilles de Rais."

"Jill de Rais?" Heizhen chewed the name in astonishment, "Is it the man who always got poked in the eye by me... no, by the Joan of Arc in history?"

"It seems that you have touched the memory of the original body, but that is not important."

Fourier shook his head, and the surface of the crystal blade in his hand reflected the outline of the BOSS that had transformed into the second stage: "Toby Gerrard is a second-rate hero in the new era, but his thinking, his goals, his His methods of doing things are tied to the old era, and the manuscripts and magic books he holds are weapons from the old era.

Therefore, he is an undead from the old era who has been wandering around the world just to realize his twisted and persistent wishes.Orleans is a dream, Miss Alt, you were once a dream, and Toby Gerrard, who created the dream, was just the dream of the dark wizard Gilles de Rais.

Now, Jill wakes up from her dream. Toby Gerrard has died, and instead, a dark wizard has returned to the world.There are still 24 minutes until Thursday, which is how long it takes to kill a demon. "

Fourier's expression became serious and cautious. Gilles de Rais, a comrade of Joan of Arc, a famous dark wizard in history, was rumored to have sacrificed hundreds of people, and was described in historical documents as being captured He was later put on trial and executed.

Is a dark wizard really that easy to deal with, Ozil (crossed out), no, it wouldn't be a surprise if Gill somehow escapes.

There are three types of handwriting in that manuscript, which can be interpreted as records made by three people at different times, or as records made by one person at three different times.

However, this possibility cannot be supported by evidence. In fact, Gerald's family members are also confused now, especially Mrs. Gerald's wavering. She thought she knew her husband, partner and enemy well enough. , but never knew that her husband had any direct relationship with the dark wizard.

She felt a sense of surprise, and then she felt annoyed that she had been fooled.

Fourier's mood relaxed a little. Knowing is better than unknown. He didn't feel annoyed that he didn't realize that Toby Gerard was equal to Gilles de Rais.

It is impossible for a young man to be fully prepared for a black wizard who exists in theory. The methods of each black wizard are difficult to measure with common sense. For example, at this moment, the imaginary number space that has been suppressed by his methods is still unfolding, called law. Funa's mythical creatures also appeared in this space with the support of the magic power of the earth's veins, flowing with filth and malice.

"Joan of Arc, the holy virgin in my dreams and reality..."

From Gerald to Gil, the man's appearance has been fixed: from fat and tall to thin, gray hair mixed with a hint of black, two particularly prominent eyes, blood-colored lines emerging on his arms, he is dressed like It's a circus clown + a red and blue plaid toilet seat robe, which is as physically uncomfortable as the magic book in his hand.

"Jill..." Hei Zhen appeared shaken, "No, get out of my head, I am not Jeanne."

"My lovely comrade, are you still unwilling to wake up from your trance?"

The dark wizard howled like a [-]-pound child. After a few seconds, he wiped away his tears and laughed wildly.The extreme sadness and smile are both proof of madness. The dark wizard's mental pollution has reached an irreversible point.

"Come and help me!"

Fourier gave instructions to the Sword Witch. In any case, the imaginary space has been opened. The dark wizard's plan to sacrifice Orleans with blood to extract Aweiz has completed the first step, and the city will not have more than half an hour left.

Just in time, Thursday came and the dark wizard's plan was finished before he was completed.

Gil turned the pages of the book, and the power of blasphemy was inspired from the "Luoyan City Textbook" and spread to the surroundings.Phoenix let out a scream. As a pure spectator and a witness of comedy, she had not yet recovered from the BOSS's second transformation, but she saw the corpses already lying on the ground, including squirming alien creatures. Get out of it.

"Is this the spirit called 'Chain' mentioned in the manuscript?" Mrs. Gerald murmured.

“No,” the dark wizard replied, “I recruited these cute little guys from the books, used my staff as homes and fodder, and then dismembered the hosts with a bang to reveal their own silhouettes.

The real 'chain' is Fafnir, a by-product I got when I constructed the imaginary number space. It turns out that mythical creatures will fall into the Abyss after death and become spirits.

But it’s so good. The vicious world never offers salvation. Now we have returned from hell and are counterattacking. This is the case with Fafnir who made a contract with me. This is the case with those alien monsters that eat human flesh and blood. Joan of Arc, my saint Virgin, I will make your wish come true, and you will definitely join us.

Just like the Twilight of the Gods, you are the queen of the dead, and the fireworks of revenge will burn across the entire world, settling all injustices and grudges.Now, we are raising the banner of salvation again!All those who have been abandoned in the world can gather under this flag! "

Chapter 28 Cry with you on Thursday·Redirect

The first half of The Dark Wizard is still explaining the settings, but the second half turns into incomprehensible gibberish.Of course Fourier did not stand still and wait for Gill's speech in front of the battle, but his surprise attack was stopped by the demons.

In the same situation, Mrs. Foer is fighting to protect Phoenix, while Mrs. Gerald goes to protect her sweetheart Kane, and by the way, Osh and Jota.

The chain named Fafnir has become entangled with Heizhen.

In other words, Fourier can't count on anyone to help him. Before he clears out those difficult monsters, the dark wizard can calmly advance his plan.

Gil's hands turned the pages of the book, and the blasphemous power solidified around him. Facing the divided opponents, he almost without hesitation aimed at Phoenix, an ordinary person, the theoretically least threatening target in the scene.

"In my plan, you are not needed." The dark wizard said coldly: "Poor girl, disappear."

The majestic power was inspired from the book. Fourier cut off a tentacle that stretched out to his armpit, and threw a scarlet light towards Gerald's attack. The demons along the way collapsed in mourning. , the blood mist gathered on the crystal blade, making Fourier's weapon as delicate as a rose.

But before intercepting Gerald's attack, the weakening sword light was finally lost in the alien monster's flesh.

The second closest person is Heizhen. Black flames are burning around her, using evil thoughts and crimes as fuel. Her opponent, Fafnir, who has turned into a "chain", has left behind large and small bodies under the raging power. Small wounds.

However, her enemy is not just Fafnir. Memories that do not belong to her chase her, persevering and never stopping, telling her about the life called Joan of Arc, about the despair of the saintly virgin, about the anger of the saintly virgin, reason tells her, This is the prejudice and subjective assumption of the dark wizard... But at this moment, Hei Zhen was still angry.

Due to various factors, the Joan of Arc that the dark wizard is looking forward to is overshadowing the client whom Fourier knows. The dark wizard's obsession lasts for more than 400 years, but Joan of Arc Alter can only remember one year. Which is more important? You can know the answer even without weighing it on a scale.

Hei Zhen herself was still fighting against her 400-year-old obsession. She deliberately wanted to use the flag to stop the attack and return it twice as hard, but her wavering will made her move a beat slower.

The attack towards her friend passed through the path of the waving flag, and the genuine Sword Witch didn't bother to care about it. She was exhausted from taking care of the three men, and finally, like an inevitable fate, it turned on Mrs. Foer.

The pseudo-sword witch only has one stool leg in her hand. Her broken ancient sword has died in the battle, and the remaining strength is not enough for her to use the skill of summoning the sword tip from the mirror.

The desperate mother relied on her superb skills and the feeling of protecting her daughter to make the best strike so far. It was a sword that made Fourier temporarily lose consciousness. It is the skill and realm that any swordsman is pursuing.

However, what Mrs. Foer holds is not a crystal blade or a kryptonite prop that can fire a light cannon, but a stool leg. Material science has limited her upper limit, so that determination and emotion seem so powerless in the face of pure violence.

All she could do to remedy the situation was to stand in front of her daughter and block the attack with her flesh and blood... Then, a sharp weapon emerged from Phoenix's shadow and penetrated both mother and daughter.

Gil shifted his gaze indifferently. The tragedy of mother and daughter could no longer stimulate his pursuit of happiness. The next person to be eliminated was Jota, nicknamed JoJo. Whether it is career or love, he pursues a free man. Finally, like a substitute, he was freed from the demon that appeared from behind and broke his neck.

Although the Sword Witch did not love her son, the reason why she married Gerald was because she wanted a daughter to optimize and pass on the power belonging to the Sword Witch. After Ruota was born, she betrayed her in order to relieve loneliness and in revenge. ’s Gerald, Mrs. Gerald becomes involved with her stepson…ironically the son of a clone she loathes.

Therefore, Mrs. Gerald did not have much affection for JoJo, a loser, but when JoJo fell in front of her with wide eyes, the witch from Portugal still tasted the pain.

She prides herself on being a cold-blooded profit animal like Gerald, but in the end, she actually has the same feelings as a mother?

So weak!So ridiculous!This resentment can only be solved with the blood of a dark wizard.

Gilles de Rais's expression was still cold, until he took Heizhen into his eyes, the madness that fit his image returned to his body, tearing his hair, scratching his arms, and roaring from his throat that was somewhere between a human and a beast.

The tragedy of her friend overwhelmed Heizhen's last line of defense. She could not cry, but she was more sad than those who cried.The voice describing her desire for revenge in her mind became particularly clear and began to interfere with her actions in reality——

Under the pressure of those pale golden eyes, even the mythical creatures shuddered.

The death of the innocent person ignited the anger of the client. The anger gave her strength. The black arrogance spread from her flag as the center. The wail and death brought not only the surrounding demons, but also those who fluttered their wings and wanted to escape. of Fafnir.

"No, Miss Alt, you can't..."