"I would rather be hung on the tip of your spear." Uriel pushed himself ashore, with the salty taste of seawater in his mouth.
"Do you have a plan?" Joey asked first as usual.
Damn it, come again? "The current information is enough for me to make a judgment. You don't need to squeeze the apprentice. I think Ms. Helen will deal with him." But before that, the dark wizard force will deal with us first. "But you have to go help her."
The messenger gave him a cold look, then suddenly took off and accelerated, crashing into the battlefield of elements and witchcraft. It seemed like he didn't have to wait for me to leave the dock. Uriel found Nanna beside a stone pillar, and together they held on to a small remaining corner.
With Joey's participation, even the number of voodoo golems crossing the battlefield has dropped sharply. Uriel finally had a chance to rest for a while. He sat down opposite the maid and listened to the soldiers knocking on the barrier of the "shelter." "Are you hurt, miss?" He felt that his communication with Nanna would always start with these words.
"I am not a lady, my lord. I am all right. I am not hurt," she replied. But it was obviously perfunctory, and the burn scars were quite dazzling on the girl's arms. Uriel guessed that the holy water potion he gave her earlier was probably useless to her. The maid looked at the magical barrier surrounding her and was even cautious about opening her mouth. It seemed that they were not in the center of a battlefield surrounded by enemies, but in a magnificent and spacious temple.
"Please relax, Nanna, no one can come in. If you want to go out, just tell me."
"I will, my lord."
You don't. "Don't be too nervous. Bai Zhizhi is not here right now."
"I am not afraid of him, my lord," the maid said bravely. "I know you are good people, Croita's messengers. You will save Eastman from the mysterious disaster. Indeed."
Fake. I don't ask for your flattery, Miss Nanna. Do you want to tell her that I can tell lies? Uriel didn't have many knacks for communicating with others, but he did know which lies were best left unexplored. "Sorry, we didn't do enough." Otherwise, your life would not be disturbed by mystery at all.
The existence of divine magic seemed to make her very cautious. The last person to be protected by his magic was Roma, and before that it was Danlfion Lancost. They didn't look much alike. The only thing they had in common was that they were both noisy and extremely dissatisfied with his magic. Nanna was different. The witch's little maid was quite well-behaved. Fearfully well-behaved. She was least fearful when she was around her master, Uriel thought optimistically, and my taking the liberty of taking her out of the apartment might have made me popular for a while.
Then he started to get annoying. She might have assisted her mistress but for the presence of such a hindrance. Being made into a puppet of black magic is undoubtedly a terrible thing, but if Uriel pretends to comfort Nanna from this perspective, you can see what she will think. Of course, she would probably force a perfunctory smile. Besides, what was he going to say? I'm not here to purify you, and I don't want to send you to the fire. Please believe in the knights of Gaia? To be honest, he himself couldn't believe Knox's church.
Even less trustworthy than the church are the devils in the guise of priests. Come to think of it she's a lot smarter than most. Mr. Lion claims to have a way to communicate happily with women. Maybe I should ask him for advice.
Nearly a hundred yards in front of them, although the battle between Chloe and the Society has come to an end, it will not end so quickly. The addition of Joey caused the pressure on the Lord of the Flame Moon to increase sharply, and he was overwhelmed. The witchcraft of the Harp Seat continued to dispel the mystery, and the demon was a little slow to even evade attacks in elemental form.
Seroma disappeared from the spot again, relying on the puppets' lives to temporarily distance themselves. For the tower messengers, the dark wizard's various witchcraft was a bit tricky. Even Joey couldn't avoid many locked spells, let alone Ms. Helen. The demon lord suddenly threw a spear of lightning into the street, and the witch was almost buried by the boulders raised by the explosion in order to escape the unprecedented witchcraft light.
When the devil showed his whereabouts again, the messenger appeared nearby almost without any interruption. His speed even caused a sharp explosion in the air.
The messenger struck the opponent's back with a stick, and the light elemental life that had just condensed into a human form collapsed and fell like thick fog dispersed by a train, disappearing again in the cluster of arrows and magical brilliance. It seems that the low level of mystery affects the messenger's use of freezing and slowing down to catch the opponent, but it does not prevent him from closing the distance and using fists and kicks. Apprentices who have taken a one-month training course have a deep understanding of this.
It wasn't until the strange magic power broke out at a certain point, and the concentration of elements produced a qualitative change, that the devil reversed the situation. In the lighthouse town at dawn, even the last darkness is driven away by light. Uriel saw a strange mystery burning in the air. It had the shape of nothing but flames, as light as clouds and mist, but its essence was more profound. The apprentice instinctively believed that it was not fire, but some kind of "immaterial" that the ring level could not understand.
He also saw this scene in the future dream. The messenger said that it was a low-level manifestation of the existence and change of order. The nameless person's fire allowed him to obtain the mystery of the sky realm limit, causing the "eternal fire" to descend.
The messenger was forced to take the initiative to distance himself, giving up the intention of pursuing, and at the same time preventing the witch from approaching. As the fire rain fell, Ms. Helen's figure gradually blurred and reappeared in another part of the sky. Joey grabbed the hexagonal shield made by magic and threw it like a dart to offset the incoming elemental cannonballs. The frost smoked in the heat of the "Eternal Fire" and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Fortunately, he didn't have to skimp on magic power, and the superimposed magic power was enough to form an effective defense.
Nanna stared in fear at the magnificent scene of fire falling from the sky to the ground, spinning on the edge of divine magic. She was obviously worried that she would be hit by magic. In fact, she felt uneasy staying where she was for too long.
However, due to the concentration of power, Tielongang was fortunately not affected too much. Uriel would not think that the "Sanctuary" was stronger than the mentor's ice shield. Without Joey's Frost Sword, it was impossible for him to cause the "Ice Crown" with his bare hands. If any bomb landed on the floating platform, he would have to take Nanna and escape to the sea.
Uriel touched the parchment roll in his pocket and a hard and smooth fragment with edges and corners next to it. It was a small part of the alchemical core, small enough for him to carry in his pocket. He was still aware of the sudden feeling before, so he took it ashore. When the fire rain appeared, the strange feeling given to him by the fragments reappeared, but this time it was almost unnoticeable. What's wrong?
On the other side, the little maid's anxiety was much more obvious. Although she had not spoken yet, she expressed that she could no longer be in the same room with Uriel.
"I'm sorry." Uriel let go of his magical side, "But if you want to go out and stretch your hands and feet, you don't need to endure your thoughts."
"I have no patience, my lord."
"It is very important for Ms. Helen to come to the dock. It will be difficult for the Lion to entangle the demon lord. Personally, I don't want you to participate in the war. Maybe it will be good for you to stay away from the battlefield-"
The maid suddenly jumped up. "No. Sir, you saved me! This is the safest place!" Her voice suddenly rose, and Uriel was startled, not knowing what he said wrong. The girl looked around in panic, twisting her palms together. "Excuse me, my lord." Her expression was like a canary in a cage.
I didn't put a trap outside the door, Uriel thought, you can go wherever you want. Why do you look like you're being threatened by me?
He completely lifted the magic.
The presence of the "shelter" was even more distinct than the lighthouse nearby. Soldiers rushed forward one after another, trying to break through the barrier. After the messenger joined the Sky Realm battlefield, there were no elemental shells flying from the dock, but Uriel still released the divine spell after recovering his basic physical strength. Nanna, the maid, is crushing the witch golem and refuses to rest. Even though Uriel guessed that she might not be tired, he still had no shame in accepting the protection of this little girl with peace of mind.
After experiencing a wave of fire and rain, almost all of the puppet soldiers on the floating platform swam over from the sea, and there were only about a dozen of them. Uriel can cut the enemy into pieces with one sword, and any magical spell can be effective. The mysterious suppression finally allows him to experience the feeling of having the upper hand. The vanguard of the dark wizard is quickly encircled and suppressed by him and Nanna. On the verge of destruction.
A heavy sword was slashed at him, its owner standing on the dusty planks. Uriel kicked the end of the wood, causing the soldier to lose his balance and spin around the board. The apprentice was about to give him the final blow when Nanna suddenly pulled him down. From the corner of his eye, he saw a silver light whispering past his ears and stabbing into the puppet's belly. The soldier twitched and lowered his head, as if he was observing the internal organs in the bloody hole.
Damn it. "Lord Mercury?" He felt the chill numbing his limbs. She must have seen me remove the magic.
Lametta stood in the shadows near the sea, covered in blood and with a sinister look in her eyes. A mysterious storm surged around her, and her long hair was like silver seaweed, flying and cutting through falling stones. Their roots are as sharp as a knife. Empty realm. Uriel couldn't even summon his magic power.
Metal was pulled away from the building, chains dancing in the air. "Give it to me." She stared closely at the fragments of the alchemy core. The veins were bulging under the broken mask, and her face was extremely ferocious. "Give me!"
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