Creator's Steam Fairy

Milton pointed to a short mummy and said: "The internal organs of the corpse are corroded and melted with a special solution, then poured into a jar and sealed for preservation, and then the remaining torso is smeared with preservatives, air-dried and preserved."

Speaking of this kind of weird mummy, he didn't feel disgusted at all, and he didn't seem to be as uninterested in his father's other collections. Instead, he seemed very excited, "Judging from the spear and shield next to him, he should have been famous in his lifetime. Warrior of the Sun."

If the body and internal organs do not rot, the soul will last forever.

What a wicked tradition!

Loria looked at the small jar next to the mummy's feet, and she couldn't help feeling sick when she thought of the mixed sewage that had been filled with soup and water.

So much so that she ignored that there were many similar things around her.

The mummy moved.

Loria has already watched the dead man's play, so naturally she won't feel dazzled, so she reminded Milton who was about to stick to the showcase: "Good way...Mr. Westwood, you'd better stand back. Find a safer place."

With such a physical thing, the silver-plated long sword is useless, right?

Besides, she tried the long sword made by Gu Gu, and it was of good quality.

But it's just good, far inferior to Roland's song.

Miss Loria did stretching gymnastics, and by the way, when the mummy struggled to pick up the obviously forged weapon in the collection, she also threw the small bag to Milton.

She didn't believe that any warrior's weapon from thousands of years ago could be preserved to this day.

This wave is old Westwood's right enemy, and I don't know if he will be shocked if he knows that the old steel weapon he forged is likely to be chopped on his cub's head.

Maybe you will be happy or maybe.

"Since I came to the mortal world, I have never used Roland's song to engage in a serious cold weapon battle with others."

Loria muttered to herself, she did not sneak attack very frankly, but waited for the mummy to knock on the broken glass of the display cabinet, and regarded her as a target.

Anyway, what kind of warrior is she, should she be able to show the overwhelming strength of Roland's Song in melee combat?

Although the sword is against the spear, death is unjust.

But the Song of Roland is not an ordinary sword.

The short mummified samurai took a stance, protecting himself with a round shield, and at the same time raised his spear looking for an opportunity to stab.

Loria, on the other hand, was slowly pacing outside the attack range of the spear with her sword in her hand.

There was no good chance, she believed that as long as she took half a step forward, she would be stabbed by the spear immediately.

No way, had to use a little trick.

Let this ancient warrior understand why one-handed weapons are the choice of the times and the ultimate winners.

There was a roar, and smoke with the smell of gunpowder drifted away.

The head of the mummy was actually opened with a big hole, and it was thrown to the ground by the impact.

Just to let adults know that times have changed.

Just to let adults know that Miss Loria is occasionally accurate.

Chapter 100 Let's go get the useless secret weapon

"This……"

Young Mr. Milton thought he was about to see a fencing fight like in the afternoon.

But who knew that this naughty lady actually took out a revolver... She was so thieves, and she deliberately blocked her left hand with her body, so even he couldn't see clearly.

Look at her little smug face.

Just as Milton was about to come out of his hiding place, he saw the mummy struggling a few times and getting up from the ground again.

Yes.

"Miss Romero, when they were disposing of the corpse, their brains melted together."

So the heads of these mummies are not a weakness.

"Hey? Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Loria nimbly jumped to one side, avoiding the stabbing spear, and raised her left hand to return a bullet.

Empty.

She was not in a hurry, she stepped back and pulled the trigger again and again, firing the remaining three bullets in one go.

Fortunately, he hit it once and knocked the mummy off balance, failing to pursue it.

The gun doesn't make much sense, and it doesn't do much damage to the mummy if it hits it.

I don't understand how this thing with no brains and no internal organs drives its body, and it doesn't seem to be attached by those black shadows... But fortunately, its movements are much slower than humans.

Thinking of this, Xiao Fenmao didn't play any tricks anymore. He flicked the revolver, held the sword, and stuck it on it. He changed his pace on the way, easily dodged the spear, raised his hand and waved the sword, and put the mummy in the middle of it. The arm holding the shield was severed.

Evidence of God's glory, nothing will not be cut, and the blade will never be rolled.

The fact that Cuckoo cannot copy Roland's song alone can explain a lot of problems.

Lightly stopped the pace of advancement, turned around and held Roland's Song with both hands, and cut off the left leg of the mummy from bottom to top.

As a result, the mummy, which lost its arms and legs, could only fall to the ground and struggle ugly, unable to pose any threat to her anymore.

That's it?

Much easier than dealing with those evil spirits.

Although this thing is not afraid of light.

There was a crackling sound, like the sound of many small bugs crawling, and then there was the sound of glass breaking everywhere.

One mummy after another walked out of the display case carrying Milton's father's imitation weapon, gathering together a whole team.

Luo Liya was silent for a while, no matter how slow these mummies moved, she didn't want to try to see if she could avoid more than a dozen spears thrusting out at the same time.

Double cast.

Magic Shock · Water Arrow.

Magical Creation Projection.

She got a little shorter, and then hid behind the gradually formed knight's large shield with a round face and a fat chicken coat of arms shining with silver luster.

A throwing spear hit the knight's shield, causing her arms to go numb, and she almost fell to the ground.

She silently recited the dark spell, held the strap on the shield and hid behind the stone pillar on one side, then popped her head out from the other side.

The water arrows in a larger area smashed the remaining mummified corpses, and they fell to the ground and twisted their bodies needlessly.

If she hadn't been quick-witted, she would have been poked a hole with a spear.

I really miss the days when I still possessed magical powers. Like these evil dead, speaking a single truth from a distance is enough to crush them to ashes.

The broken voice became denser.

Loria suddenly squatted down and rolled.

A black long knife fell from behind her, making a heavy muffled sound.

Violent magic power surged behind her, and the stormy impact mixed with water vapor wiped out the long knife and everything after it.

Luo Liya didn't know if she hit it, but those small voices finally stopped.

She silently chanted a dark spell, squatting on the spot motionless, always ready to release a powerful magical impact on her surroundings.

But after a long time, the invisible enemy did not appear again.

What the hell is that?

Vaguely, Loria felt that that thing might be the warrior Milton was talking about. She glanced at the mummies that gradually stopped struggling.

The fighting power of this thing, why can't it be called a warrior?

Just when she was about to go up to make up the knife and completely remove the corpses, they suddenly turned into grains of sand.

……

A hut with warm lights suddenly appeared in the desert.

Sitting on the roof were two girls with blonde hair and one with white hair.

To be precise, one is sitting and the other is floating.

Staring at a water mirror, they breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

The evil spirit seemed to be stronger than they expected.

"How about... I'll kill it." Sasha frowned, looking very hesitant, "No, no, if she can't even deal with such a weak brat..."

That's too yummy.

How dangerous the outside world was, and now it was no longer possible to lock her up.

It is impossible for everyone to look after her all the time.

"How old is she... I remember that in the first few hundred years of my life, I always thought I was a cat, hehehe." Iris, who was floating in the air, smiled and changed into a comfortable position, "You It doesn't seem like much, does it?"

It's not so good, Sasha recalled those first memories...but found that it seemed that for hundreds of thousands of years, she was just fighting Flora with nothing to do.

"No worse than ordinary people."

Iris went on to say: "Ordinary people grow up so fast, and age so quickly, they are gone in the blink of an eye."

She also had a few mortal friends before, but when she woke up, they almost disappeared from the cemetery.

"It didn't seem so short-lived before?"

When it comes to the lifespan of mortals, Sasha is also stunned. The mortals in her impression don't seem to be as fragile as they are now?

Iris fell silent.

Her memory is worse.

It is also often difficult to distinguish the difference between reality and dreams.

She said with some uncertainty: "It seems to be long and short?"

Sasha retorted: "How can the lifespan of living things be long and short?"

Iris tilted her head and asked, "Aren't those powerful mortal magicians quite able to survive?"

"Stop talking nonsense." Sasha was annoyed by Iris' babbling, "What should I do next?"

"what should I do?"

"Do you think I can't beat you to death?"

"I'm dead, you don't have any friends anymore." Iris floated close to Sasha triumphantly, winked at her and said, "You're the only friend I have."

Shasha clenched her metal right fist: "Think about it carefully."

Iris froze for a moment, and drifted away silently... She just forgot several people, so to speak... She is indeed not the only friend of this irascible woman.

She drifted away again.

"Throw her something nice." Iris said with a serious face after thinking for a moment: "I'll get it right away."

In order not to be beaten, she can also speak without taking it.

……

In the early morning, Londinium, No. 23 Park Road...in the royal garden behind.

Tumei just finished a set of Tutu health exercises, and felt her body was fully awakened.

Now is the time for high-intensity training.

It took a deep breath of the fresh air in the forest, and couldn't be more satisfied with this new home - there is a spacious woodland for it to exercise, no natural enemies, it can dig holes to protect itself, and it has good food.

Although it felt as if it had been forgotten by the pink-haired master and her servants again.

Chapter 101 Cruel and Merciless Nature

Tumei stretched out her short forelimbs, and kept bouncing around with her powerful hind limbs following the rhythm of birdsong.

Tumei didn't stop to take a rest until the birds stopped calling.

Hello, little bird, thank you for your music.