Uriel never thought that Joey would lose in the battle. In the Holy White City of Kamaria, the messenger froze the cardinal of the Holy Council of Light into ice during the ceremony of sealing the Broken Moon. The latter is the mysterious mentor of Paladin Commander Lemons, and Uriel and Lemons fought twice in the Moon Capital. The first time there was no difference in mystery, but he couldn't even block a single blow; the second time, there was no difference in mystery. The next time he fought with the Knox mercenary group against the Paladins, Lemmons cut off the frost sword that Joey gave him. If it hadn't been for the sudden change in the mysterious environment of the Moon Capital, Uriel might have become a dead soul under Durandal.
But that was Bai Zhizhi, the commander of Kongjing, not the current Joey. An incomplete "Confession" cannot quickly restore magic power to its owner like a parchment. He must fight without using magic as much as possible.
On the dilapidated plank road, Joey had extinguished the flame. He pulled out the ice spikes on the ground and knocked away a charging puppet without looking back. It knocked down a series of its kind like a boulder. Flaming arrows kept flying towards him. When the messenger turned his spear, the crossbow arrows hit the stone wall like grass stems popped up when children were playing, and fell weakly to the ground. The sparks on it have all cooled down.
But a bright light suddenly appeared in the smoke, and a bolt of lightning struck the hexagonal shield of "Aloof Praise". Lord Yan Zhiyue kept his distance vigilantly. It seemed that he had learned a lesson. The messenger threw the spear, and the demon immediately turned into elements to dodge, determined not to confront the white messenger head-on. However, Joey's attack density was extremely high, and the demon was able to escape with the help of the ruins and the black wizard's puppet. But no matter what, it is difficult for both sides to make progress for a while. In the end, the messenger was standing on the pile of mortal corpses, while the demon lord was swimming around more freely.
"He rarely uses magic." The witch can also point out the root cause of the stalemate in the battle.
The sword of frost and the sword of gold were held in his hands, one on the left and the other on the right. The apprentice tightened the handle of the sword. "No magic required."
The Witch of Destiny tugged on her cloak and took a step forward. The surrounding elemental arrows suddenly changed their targets and flew towards her, then penetrated the slender body and nailed into the stone wall or wooden partition. These magics penetrate not real people, but shadows of the past. The lyre represents the past. There seemed to be no threat in the dock, only the number of puppets moving back and forth continued to grow. "Stay up there," she said.
"Please stay here, Your Excellency." Uriel didn't want to rush to help, nor did he want Ms. Helen to go there.
Uriel needs Joey to spend time with the enemy. The "Confessions" part can sense each other's existence. The Black Knight will not come here. The only person hiding in the dark may be Mercury Lord Lametta. Regardless of whether she took that page of confession with her or not, her target could only be the dock. Dreams have proven this countless times.
Ms. Helen doesn't need to put too much effort into dealing with the seriously injured Lord Mercury, but Lord Seroma of the Flame Moon will be quite tricky if he doesn't delay deliberately. Uriel hoped that she could be prepared while watching the battle - the Harp Witch was the nemesis of most elementalists. The more she sees, the better our chances are.
The knowledge about the profession of witches is the information obtained by the apprentice in dreams. However, after Uriel informed the mentor of the plan, he still planned to capture the demon directly in the battle - this seemed to be a safer plan than Uriel's plan of letting things take its course. method, because dreams and reality cannot be exactly the same. In fact, most of Uriel's uneasiness now comes from this. There was no Nanna in his dreams, and the old thief who stole the alchemy parts always killed his younger companion before he arrived. The most important thing is that he did not confess his "vision". No one except Joey would completely trust his judgment.
But his efforts to stop him worked. Ms. Helen stopped, the silver needle still in her eye socket. The witch glanced at him thoughtfully, but didn't ask anything. This was a good sign, but Uriel began to worry again. How would she define my magic? Could it be associated with the devil? I should use my dreams to try a future where I don't reveal my power.
too late. Uriel didn't know what Joey told them, so he could only shut up and believe him. "Our battlefield is equally important, Your Excellency." His eyes searched around the dock. Lametta's method of entering the room was different every time. The only thing that was certain was that she would definitely come.
I won't succeed every time. Uriel knew this very well, he had failed many times in his dreams. It wasn't a flaw in the plan or an accident that disrupted the situation, but a simple... mistake. If he raises his hand a step too late during the battle, makes a mistake in judgment, or is distracted for a moment, things may become irreversible. However, in reality there is no chance of starting over again, he must succeed once and for all.
A puppet suddenly breaks free from its restraints.
"Left!" Uriel reminded. The strange magic approached, before he saw it lunge at the witch, trying to grab her right hand. Usie Gerson was worn by a witch on her little finger, with alchemical parts hidden inside.
Ms. Helen turned her head and stared at it, the tail of the silver needle in her eye sockets trembling. The puppet suddenly paused while running and almost fell to the ground. However, under the mysterious influence of two contradictory effects, its body was suspended in mid-air, moving unsteadily. "Adversity" pushes the puppet backward, while "Jester" drives it forward.
Shadows are scurrying in the factory, and in the tug of war, the puppets controlled by the dark wizards are ready to move. You can't look at it like this. Uriel turned around to let Nanna retreat to the outside platform, but saw the maid jumping from the railing on the second floor and tearing an out-of-control puppet in half.
He froze in place. The feeling this time was very clear. Nanna's soul was not fire, and there was no mysterious phenomenon accompanying her attack. She is completely human. There are many races in this world whose physical fitness can exceed human limits before they are exposed to magic, but Uriel did not find any alien characteristics in Nanna. Who is she?
Before Uriel had time to ask, two blades struck directly at his back. He swept across with his sword, and the puppet assassin's body and head were immediately separated. The coldness spread, freezing the soldiers who were swarming in place. So far, he has not seen the shadow of Mercury Lord Lametta, and his all-conquering demonic fire induction has also lost its effect. This is not surprising. The magic to evade divine magic is used by the Starless Night to protect the Nameless One. Uriel can only detect subtle magic disturbances when the opponent uses demonic power, and positioning cannot be expected.
Fortunately, Lametta's target could only be the Witch of Destiny's ring. Uriel was concentrating on observing the situation around Ms. Helen. Nanna kicked away the loosened "Rigoletto" again, and an ominous black thread brushed her forehead and penetrated the stone wall.
Ms. Helen was immediately free. She diverted her attention and pushed the surrounding puppets out of the room. Her method is not violent resistance, but direct control of the traces of the past to produce effects in their present. These people retreated silently, as if they had never entered. The figure of the witch also faded and disappeared in the moonlight. Uriel turned around and saw Ms. Helen appearing behind him at some point.
"She also knows a lot about my witchcraft," Ms. Helen said.
"You are Chloe's 'Witch of Destiny'," the apprentice pointed out. Lametta understands that witches are normal, that demons hide in the dark, and that Ms. Helen cannot hide when she uses magic.
"It's not a superficial understanding of 'watching'." She explained, "This demon has a very professional understanding of witchcraft - whether it is orthodox witchcraft or black witchcraft, or even the witchcraft of the Harp constellation. Once she With all my strength, it’s hard for me to guarantee your safety, so you’d better get out of here first. Nanna, you come and protect him.”
I don't need it. "Your Excellency, I am certain that Lord Mercury cannot attack with all his strength." Uriel told her, "The White Envoy has seriously injured her, not only on the physical level. Her mystery has been weakened."
The witch pulled out the silver needle. "The same goes for Bai Zhizhi?"
"he's good."
"The Commander is the most powerful Sky Realm I have ever seen. Maybe I should worry about myself." The witch grabbed her braids hanging from her cloak. "Dean Rubin, the Blue Envoy, wanted me to enter the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, but the Prophet vetoed it. Your judgment was different from his."
"It was Lord Prophet who obtained the Red Prophecy." Uriel whispered, "It was he who sent you to Eastman, Your Excellency."
"Oh." Ms. Helen seemed to have some revelation. Her expression changed and she whispered to herself in a low voice, "He is not Andrea. And I know what I should do."
The building trembled, and metal thorns protruded from the ground, densely projecting on the stairs on the left. Nanna jumped up on the spot and climbed onto the railing, her body bumping in the light yellow air waves. Uriel used the divine chain to pull her up. "Stay here with me." He said to the maid, and suddenly noticed that a pile of alchemy warship wreckage on the bottom floor was gradually melting.
Nanna nodded. Ms. Helen retreated to the platform outside the attic, and the White Envoy landed next to her covered in blood and cold. After the flames were extinguished, the white mist rose like gunpowder smoke and was torn by the sea breeze. She handed the bag of vital alchemical parts to the messenger, while twisting the silver needle to ball up the surrounding steel. They temporarily swapped opponents.
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