"No--"
Hermione shouted when she saw the broken body, dropped her sword and rushed over desperately. She remembered that she was here to find her.
North was also slashed in the shoulder by the furious Natalia with a sword, almost removing half of his body.
"Little, you let him come here on purpose, right?"
"You control too much. I am the manager of this place, not you, a mixed product."
Little shot Natalya, who was pinning North, forcing her to pull her sword away, and could only kick North out.
"Then what are you? A bastard of rules?"
Before Natalia could finish speaking, the plump women and Awosika merged into a huge flesh-and-blood monster and headed toward Natalia to cover her.
Betty's thorns also dug into the flesh-colored tentacles of the flesh-and-blood monster, and the entire square began to become chaotic and attack each other.
"Bunch of idiots, I want more blood."
North casually grabbed a villager, who suddenly laughed wildly, making North feel like his heart was being torn apart.
'Natalia' raised her big sword and slashed at him. The sword seemed to be ignited with flames. He hurriedly dodged and headed towards Little.
Little ignored the current chaos, and he and Yulia quietly stood guard there, preventing anyone from approaching the raised pile at the back.
Hermione ran over to check on Dermot's condition. There was no blood flowing out of her split area, which was blocked by dark tentacles.
The giant-mouthed monster's dark tentacles also wrapped around her, leading the two of them to dodge the crazy people around them.
"I remember, I came here to find you. But I feel there is still a familiar feeling in it, but I just can't remember it."
"I also remembered that Lecia, you called Hermione. Am I going to die now?"
Hermione hugged Dermot. Her body had no warmth or touch, and her eyes began to lose focus, as if they were about to disappear.
"No, I will save you. You still have your family waiting for you to go back."
"I seem to remember, I have a husband and children, and...
Dermot watched Hermione fail to finish the last words, his eyes were dull, and the hand below held Hermione tightly, and then let go.
The originally solid body began to shatter piece by piece. If there were no tentacles, it would probably have shattered into pieces.
Emotions of pain, regret, and sadness surged into her heart, and Hermione felt something being washed away, remembering everything, she screamed loudly, and her loose red hair spread out and floated.
"Stop screaming, go and pull out the sword, you won't be hurt. If you don't want to die, just do as I say." A cold and ruthless female voice sounded in her body, and then there was no movement.
Hermione burst out a ball of fire directly into the mouth of the monster below, tore off the tentacles, wrapped Dermot and quickly headed towards the forbidden place.
There is hope, there is opportunity out there.
She avoided the monsters that were attacking her in unison. If she wanted to go there, she had to regain her strength and get out of this place.
Little shot back the attacking North, and Natalia behind him cut off one of his wings with a sword.
"You bunch of ants and stupid women, if you don't hurry up and draw your sword, do you want us all to die here?"
North opened his sharp mouth and bit off the head of a villager he caught casually. He threw the body towards Natalia and was shattered by her sword.
Hermione took advantage of North's time to restrain Little and wanted to move forward. Yulia blocked the way, and Little also came over with a shotgun.
North was suppressed by Natalya and could not lift his head. He suffered more and more sword wounds and was beaten steadily.
They have lost the support of their extraordinary abilities, and now that they have this little strength, they are unable to deal with these powerful enemies.
"Although we have some differences, we are still unified when it comes to major issues."
"Don't worry about Lecia, I can conceive her for you, or you can conceive and rescue her yourself."
Little and Yulia were still inducing Hermione, and Betty and Awosika also came here entangled. At this moment, they were like giant octopus spiders.
"Come back, Teacher Lecia. You have no chance."
"You haven't visited my secret garden yet, Teacher Lecia. I'm so sad."
The people around her gradually surrounded her, and the raised haystack was just ahead, obviously only a dozen steps away. Hermione was reluctant to carry Dermot, and held her fingers tightly together.
"Protect yourself, Sister Lecia."
Schiller shouted, and the three of them came out of the bushes. The hooded man threw the rabbit directly there, and the three of them quickly lay down.
Flames ignited and a huge sonic boom sounded, sweeping away everything around.
Hermione fell down as soon as she got the reminder, and Betty Awosika who was approaching from behind was directly rushed away.
Hermione, who couldn't hear or feel anything, endured the discomfort, hugged Dermot and quickly headed there. As long as she regained her strength and woke up, no matter how serious the injury was, she would be fine.
Little stood up unsteadily, feeling a little angry. He stretched out his hands to squeeze the three Schillers from the air and embedded them into the ground.
Perec held on to the ground and looked at the two people next to him. He understood what he said before and remembered it himself. only!
His body changed rapidly, and the outlines of his body were peeled off and dissipated until the whole person became transparent and disappeared.
"die."
The ancient language rang out, and North didn't know when he bit Yulia's abdomen, and she stood there holding the whip.
North's originally tattered body quickly repaired. Little finally became angry and flicked him away, but North still tore a piece out of it and ate it.
Yulia also continued to mutate, twisting her body into a fleshy membrane to wrap Little, who was holding her, into a fleshy ball.
Natalia had just jumped into the air and bounced very far away. When she came back and saw this scene, she quickly raised her sword and stepped forward.
Hermione used this moment to run to the weeds, and sure enough, the sonic boom was not aimed at her.
He hurriedly reached out and grasped the dark red sword hilt directly, responding to its familiar call.
Stinging pain, killing, roaring, thousands of troops galloping, and the burning sensation of burning fire all over the sky came together. Painful mental torture.
The meat ball wrapped in front was like a sea urchin, and densely packed flesh thorns were pierced around it, and North was directly pierced and scratched on it.
Hurry! Hurry! Hermione struggled with intense mental torture to pick up the red sword and block the flesh thorn in front of it.
There was a squeaking sound, and Natalia stood in front. She used her big sword to sweep away the flesh thorns in front of her body. But they came back up, down, left and right and stabbed her all over.
The figure with red hair and blond hair was instantly torn into three pieces, and fragments of various colors scattered and disappeared here.
The dark tentacles disappeared, and Dermot below also shattered into pieces and turned into a shadow. He could no longer hold on and almost disappeared here.
Hermione didn't know why she was so sad at the moment. It was clear that 'Natalia' was treating her like this, and the surrounding area instantly ignited with bright red flames of destruction.
She raised and pulled out the sword that was burning with flames, flames appeared all over the sky, and red mist filled the entire sky. The condensed fire all hit the dense flesh thorns together.
The beautifully crafted red sword with rose patterns was as red as dripping blood, wanting to blend into Hermione's palm.
Her whole body was covered with evil lines, her hair floated, and she opened her eyes towards the thorns with blurred human faces. The flesh thorns turned into stones and were beaten into ashes by the flames.
She took out a mirror and sealed the spirits that had not dissipated on the ground in it. Why was it so painful?
The red sword continued to scream in response to her emotions, and red marks split open from her evil appearance.
Schiller and the hooded man quickly hid behind Hermione to avoid the incoming flesh thorns.
The book that was originally inserted quickly collected the scattered purple and black dust, and was picked up by the hooded man.
Schiller also put away the leaf below that had been cut by a red sword. It seemed to be covered with dense symbols, and the two hurried back to put it away.
"Aren't you a conch? Why are you a leaf flute?"
"Didn't you also turn a seed into a book? The name doesn't have to match the appearance."
The hooded man pulled Schiller back, who was still trying to step forward. Hermione's momentum in front changed drastically.
"Come on, you can't leave if you don't leave. You don't have to worry about Him, He is much stronger than us."
Helpless, Schiller and the hooded man continued to retreat together, and began to speak an ancient language.
“The incarnation of decay, the king of decay, the inevitable process…
“Spiritual babble, the incarnation of sound…
The two of them quickly disappeared without a trace.
Hermione was next to the Forbidden Land. The cracked red marks on her body made her look like a cracked lava skin. Evil lines emerge, emitting light and balancing cracks emitting red light.
She endured the stinging pain and floated to the sky.
This red sword is actually formed by the characteristics of the weather warlock. It feels very familiar. Does it belong to your family?
She raised the red sword, and the blazing fire rolled into the storm and hit the fleshy ball.
The scattered red hair ignited with streaks of fire, as did the red marks on his body. The huge flames enveloped the body and the immediate area.
Various conflicting temperaments of masculinity, evil charm, coquettishness, and heroism appeared in her, and her steely courage washed away her previous negative emotions. At this time, she was like a Valkyrie covered in flames.
The originally brilliant star gems on the neck, wrists and ankles also lost their spirituality and became dim.
The roar of fear, corruption, and filthy aura appeared on the other side, and North once again returned to the appearance of a terrifying demon from hell. He spread his wings covered with blood-colored lines and opened his dark, sticky fangs toward Hermione.
She responded without any sign of weakness, and the ground began to shake. Thunder and lightning fell from the red mist sky. Fire tornadoes and fire falling from the sky destroyed the villages below.
Jets of water emerged from the cracked ground and gradually spread, turning the broken square into monsters and villagers fleeing in all directions.
Either burned by fire, chopped into charcoal by lightning, or caught in a fire tornado and disappeared. The same goes for the monsters covered in dark, viscous liquid around North.
"Stupid woman, it's all your fault."
North pulled out the thorns growing out of his chest, ignored the fleshy balls underneath, and attacked Hermione directly.
The steely courage dispels the fear and desire spread by him, and the masculine flames combined with the black flames directly burn away the filth.
Hermione, with firm eyes, raised her sword and blinked in front of North, slashing him away with a sword, and a large flame ignited on his body.
The flesh thorns below protruded, but Hermione dodged them directly. The thorns responded to the flesh thorns with fire and thunder.
"You deserve to die, you ruined our Yansil, die to me. The great mother, the incarnation of order, the master of desire, the high-dimensional...
After the flesh-thorn ball finished speaking in the ancient language, it quickly began to mutate, and the tumors protruded and swelled, as if pregnant with life.
Arousing desire, the aura of decay and decay... came together, the thorns of the fleshy ball turned into thorns, and the tyrannical aura surged.
Hermione swung her sword into the void, and large pieces of fleshy tentacles were chopped off and burned to ashes.
There is also a power of confinement in the space to prevent yourself from using mirrors to jump?
She smiled and said, "So what if you call a lot of hidden beings? Will they care about you?" All have failed.
It’s a disaster for me! What's the use of limiting these?
The ground cracked and bulged out, intensifying the shaking. The water column sprayed out became thicker, and the flood gradually spread.
The sky has been completely covered with flames, and dense thunder and lightning and storms are raging here.
The meat ball's tentacles were destroyed by her as soon as they grew out. The ground below cracked open, and thunder and lightning struck it downwards.
The fire tornado full of flames directly absorbed it and became extremely huge, pouring the flames from the sky into it like a funnel vortex.
Inside Murray's house, he stood in front of the canvas with his two children, and the color on it had completely fallen off.
Hermione's original outline was also blurred, and flames gradually appeared and burned it away.
The cracks in the ground continue to expand, and except for the temporary structures, other places have been destroyed.
"It's still too forced!"
Murray touched the children's heads and led them into an oil painting, which then dissipated.
The subsequent floods caused by the disaster submerged the site, including the burned canvas.
In Edmund's yard, he stood on his keelboat and lowered the straw sail. The strong wind lifted the sailboat with its huge mast into the sky.
"I did it, I really did it, and it flew."
He kept raising his hands and shouting, and then disappeared into the flames under the red mist.
On the chaotic water surface of the square, North held a blood-red sword that exuded poisonous gas and broke through the flames and attacked Hermione.
His sword was constantly flushed with blood, covered with a layer of filth, and exuded poisonous gas that could exterminate all living things.
"Do you think I'm afraid of you?"
Hermione slashed North with a sword, and fire, storm, and lightning swept up and engulfed him.
I don’t know why, but the negative effects of the red sword are very small, and I understand my own feelings. It seems that it is really something at home.
Except that some people are filled with the pleasure of fighting and the desire for war. She felt like she could lead an army now.
Arriving at the forest cabin in an instant, the old man inside was gone.
She checked the cause and effect and sighed. He could never get rid of it, so let's destroy this place and let him get rid of it.
All traces of Perec have also disappeared. Also, unless you have someone to protect you like her and Dermot, you will get lost here.
Thinking of 'Natalia', she helped herself block the fatal blow. Who is she? Very familiar feeling.
In the end, no one could save her. Thinking of the broken and fragile spirit body and the scene where 'Natalia' was shattered.
She raised the red sword formed by the weather warlock's characteristics and returned to the square, looking indifferently at the mixture of North and Yulia Little who was trapped in the storm flames and thunder and lightning.
"Let you, including this ghost place, bury all their victims together."
