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Chapter 142 Frey's Great Wisdom
Chapter 142 Frey's Great Wisdom
The bleak autumn wind is chilling, the color of the sunset is gradually swallowed by the dark clouds, and the dark gray and black begin to dye the world.
The dense forest is filled with a strange dark atmosphere, and the thin light is increasingly unable to dispel the aggravated shadows around.
The Holy Maiden of Destruction's breathing was rapid and low, and she staggered through a forest.
Now she has waited until the cooldown of [Compulsory Dispel] is over, dispelling all the statuses on herself.
Finally, the throat no longer hurts like a knife scrape, and the various abnormal conditions such as reducing healing and blood loss that were imposed are also lifted.
She kept stepping on the soft soil, slippery and cold.
She only needs to hide a little further until it gets dark, and recover her state a little bit. When the blood lord wakes up, she will have the capital to use the power of the blood clan to fight back again.
At least two people will be slaughtered tonight... strip their stomachs, hang them in the church, and let them die in pain!
It would be best... to capture the half-demon princess who has been with Lan Qi all the time, scrape off her flesh, and spread it on the banquet table in the church, so that Lan Qi, who will come to the church tomorrow morning, can witness the most miserable and ugly death of the princess with his own eyes.
Can he still maintain that indifferent appearance?
Just thinking about Lan Qi's appearance when she saw that scene, the Saintess of Destruction couldn't help but tremble at the corners of her mouth.
Even if she still can't kill Lan Qi tonight, until Lan Qi's minions are all pulled out, and when he becomes a bare commander, no matter how many epic cards Lan Qi has, he will no longer be able to threaten her!
As for the detective with only muscles in his head, he probably discovered the reminder message from the Shadow World as soon as he arrived in the town, and then returned halfway in disgrace.
He was probably very happy, thinking that his teammates had already solved all the problems in advance.
However, he would never have imagined that the moment he climbed up the cliff again would be the time of his death——
The Saintess of Destruction would stand guard on the edge of the cliff, watching the detective who climbed up little by little, cut off his hands with the flaming magic sword, and let him fall 800 meters of the cliff in shock and despair and smashed into a ball of flesh!
"You guys are wrong...you shouldn't have provoked the Church of Resurrection...and met me..."
The voice of the Saintess of Destruction was cold and cruel, mixed with vicious determination.
However, at the moment of thinking like this, the Saintess of Destruction didn't notice her feet, and there seemed to be something wrong.
Her feet were suddenly empty, and a sense of weightlessness enveloped her whole body in an instant.
The next moment, it was like falling from the physical world into nothingness.
The deep black burrow, as if the throat of a monster in the night swallowed her instantly!
"boom!!!"
Accompanied by a loud noise that trembled her eardrums and brain, she fell heavily into a deep pit several meters away.
She fell into the pit, shaking with pain.
"Ahhh-!!!"
The sharp poisonous thorns in the pit penetrated her skin, her muscles, and reached her bone marrow.
The Saintess of Destruction's face twisted, her pupils shrank violently, and her eyes were full of disbelief and horror.
This is a third-order earth magic that can instantly lay holes in the mud.
But this burrow is not the most deadly. What is terrible is that the burrow is also full of poisonous thorns and traps.
Then came the pain, the sharp pain was like thousands of needles piercing into her body, her scream echoed in the jungle with endless pain.
At this time, her trembling eyes saw the shadow that continued to extend above the pit.
Accompanied by ghostly steps, each step is like the whisper of death.
A tall figure slowly appeared, and he stood there quietly, like a statue carved in the darkness, motionless, his long clothes flapping in the wind, looking down at the Saintess of Destruction in the cave.
When the Saintess of Destruction saw the man's face clearly, her heart seemed to be tightly grasped.
It was a face she was familiar with.
Standing on the edge of the pit, holding a heavy crossbow in his hand, his face is looming in the shadows, except for the purple pupils on the half-closed sunglasses, like the cold night sky, always invincible.
Frey looked at the Saintess of Destruction as if he was looking at a struggling elk.
The Saintess of Destruction's staring eyes were full of disbelief, and her heart sank into the frozen lake instantly.
The world around me became silent again.
All this seems to be staged in slow motion, cruel and merciless.
"You for..."
Before the Saintess of Destruction could finish her words, the next second her shoulders were pierced by the heavy arrows that pierced through the air, and they were nailed to the wall of the pit, followed by another scream.
Frey, standing on the edge of the burrow, shot her an arrow without saying a word.
Although the number of arrows is limited every time it is brought into the Shadow World unless it is repaired by a battlefield card maker, it is an armor-piercing heavy hand crossbow with a slow firing rate and extremely deadly every blow.
"Why are you here?!"
The Saintess of Destruction panted heavily and roared hoarsely.
"Are you stupid? According to the mechanism of Shadow World, you shouldn't climb mountains to solve crimes."
Frey asked back as if doubting the IQ of the Saintess of Destruction.
"...?"
The saint of destruction listened to Frey's tone of course.
It felt like my IQ was being rubbed against the ground.
She thought of the detective's way of turning over the cliff without hesitation this morning and fooling everyone.
I finally understood that this detective was just trying to change everyone's psychological pressure in the morning, and then handed everything over to Lan Qi at Gengjian Tomb, and the detective turned into a hunter, squatting in the jungle to guard the fish that slipped through the net, and has been squatting until now.
"Give up resistance, my force is now absolutely above you."
Frey replaced the heavy hand crossbow with new arrows, and the mouth of the crossbow pointed directly at the Saintess of Destruction, and the arrow's edge that was braving the cold glow exuded a strong breath of death.
"Haha...hahaha——!"
The Saintess of Destruction fiercely pulled out the arrow on her shoulder, let the flesh and blood splatter, and laughed frantically while holding the flaming demon sword,
"Let's die together!!!"
After realizing the fact that I was played with by these two people today, the last string in the spirit of the saint of destruction seemed to be snapped.
Whether it's Lanci or Frey.
Such humiliation was too heavy for her to bear!
Even if she dies, she will kill this detective who played her tricks to the extreme!
……
In the hall of the sanctuary, the hopes of the people are like the afterglow of the setting sun, about to sink into the dark night.
In the corner under the rose window, another Resurrected believer who was still under the watchful eye of Huberian and her sister guard, the Priestess of the Empire, finally woke up slowly from the coma.
She saw people in the church full of depressed expressions.
Then he looked around at the severely injured and exhausted challengers, and the disappearing Saintess of Destruction.
She immediately raised her head and laughed frantically, knowing that Atelis, the saint of destruction, had successfully left after they were severely injured.
Tonight is the time of the blood sacrifice!
Thanks to the lord of Mubai Jinyu!This chapter is updated, and it will continue to be updated normally at [-] pm!
(End of this chapter)
The bleak autumn wind is chilling, the color of the sunset is gradually swallowed by the dark clouds, and the dark gray and black begin to dye the world.
The dense forest is filled with a strange dark atmosphere, and the thin light is increasingly unable to dispel the aggravated shadows around.
The Holy Maiden of Destruction's breathing was rapid and low, and she staggered through a forest.
Now she has waited until the cooldown of [Compulsory Dispel] is over, dispelling all the statuses on herself.
Finally, the throat no longer hurts like a knife scrape, and the various abnormal conditions such as reducing healing and blood loss that were imposed are also lifted.
She kept stepping on the soft soil, slippery and cold.
She only needs to hide a little further until it gets dark, and recover her state a little bit. When the blood lord wakes up, she will have the capital to use the power of the blood clan to fight back again.
At least two people will be slaughtered tonight... strip their stomachs, hang them in the church, and let them die in pain!
It would be best... to capture the half-demon princess who has been with Lan Qi all the time, scrape off her flesh, and spread it on the banquet table in the church, so that Lan Qi, who will come to the church tomorrow morning, can witness the most miserable and ugly death of the princess with his own eyes.
Can he still maintain that indifferent appearance?
Just thinking about Lan Qi's appearance when she saw that scene, the Saintess of Destruction couldn't help but tremble at the corners of her mouth.
Even if she still can't kill Lan Qi tonight, until Lan Qi's minions are all pulled out, and when he becomes a bare commander, no matter how many epic cards Lan Qi has, he will no longer be able to threaten her!
As for the detective with only muscles in his head, he probably discovered the reminder message from the Shadow World as soon as he arrived in the town, and then returned halfway in disgrace.
He was probably very happy, thinking that his teammates had already solved all the problems in advance.
However, he would never have imagined that the moment he climbed up the cliff again would be the time of his death——
The Saintess of Destruction would stand guard on the edge of the cliff, watching the detective who climbed up little by little, cut off his hands with the flaming magic sword, and let him fall 800 meters of the cliff in shock and despair and smashed into a ball of flesh!
"You guys are wrong...you shouldn't have provoked the Church of Resurrection...and met me..."
The voice of the Saintess of Destruction was cold and cruel, mixed with vicious determination.
However, at the moment of thinking like this, the Saintess of Destruction didn't notice her feet, and there seemed to be something wrong.
Her feet were suddenly empty, and a sense of weightlessness enveloped her whole body in an instant.
The next moment, it was like falling from the physical world into nothingness.
The deep black burrow, as if the throat of a monster in the night swallowed her instantly!
"boom!!!"
Accompanied by a loud noise that trembled her eardrums and brain, she fell heavily into a deep pit several meters away.
She fell into the pit, shaking with pain.
"Ahhh-!!!"
The sharp poisonous thorns in the pit penetrated her skin, her muscles, and reached her bone marrow.
The Saintess of Destruction's face twisted, her pupils shrank violently, and her eyes were full of disbelief and horror.
This is a third-order earth magic that can instantly lay holes in the mud.
But this burrow is not the most deadly. What is terrible is that the burrow is also full of poisonous thorns and traps.
Then came the pain, the sharp pain was like thousands of needles piercing into her body, her scream echoed in the jungle with endless pain.
At this time, her trembling eyes saw the shadow that continued to extend above the pit.
Accompanied by ghostly steps, each step is like the whisper of death.
A tall figure slowly appeared, and he stood there quietly, like a statue carved in the darkness, motionless, his long clothes flapping in the wind, looking down at the Saintess of Destruction in the cave.
When the Saintess of Destruction saw the man's face clearly, her heart seemed to be tightly grasped.
It was a face she was familiar with.
Standing on the edge of the pit, holding a heavy crossbow in his hand, his face is looming in the shadows, except for the purple pupils on the half-closed sunglasses, like the cold night sky, always invincible.
Frey looked at the Saintess of Destruction as if he was looking at a struggling elk.
The Saintess of Destruction's staring eyes were full of disbelief, and her heart sank into the frozen lake instantly.
The world around me became silent again.
All this seems to be staged in slow motion, cruel and merciless.
"You for..."
Before the Saintess of Destruction could finish her words, the next second her shoulders were pierced by the heavy arrows that pierced through the air, and they were nailed to the wall of the pit, followed by another scream.
Frey, standing on the edge of the burrow, shot her an arrow without saying a word.
Although the number of arrows is limited every time it is brought into the Shadow World unless it is repaired by a battlefield card maker, it is an armor-piercing heavy hand crossbow with a slow firing rate and extremely deadly every blow.
"Why are you here?!"
The Saintess of Destruction panted heavily and roared hoarsely.
"Are you stupid? According to the mechanism of Shadow World, you shouldn't climb mountains to solve crimes."
Frey asked back as if doubting the IQ of the Saintess of Destruction.
"...?"
The saint of destruction listened to Frey's tone of course.
It felt like my IQ was being rubbed against the ground.
She thought of the detective's way of turning over the cliff without hesitation this morning and fooling everyone.
I finally understood that this detective was just trying to change everyone's psychological pressure in the morning, and then handed everything over to Lan Qi at Gengjian Tomb, and the detective turned into a hunter, squatting in the jungle to guard the fish that slipped through the net, and has been squatting until now.
"Give up resistance, my force is now absolutely above you."
Frey replaced the heavy hand crossbow with new arrows, and the mouth of the crossbow pointed directly at the Saintess of Destruction, and the arrow's edge that was braving the cold glow exuded a strong breath of death.
"Haha...hahaha——!"
The Saintess of Destruction fiercely pulled out the arrow on her shoulder, let the flesh and blood splatter, and laughed frantically while holding the flaming demon sword,
"Let's die together!!!"
After realizing the fact that I was played with by these two people today, the last string in the spirit of the saint of destruction seemed to be snapped.
Whether it's Lanci or Frey.
Such humiliation was too heavy for her to bear!
Even if she dies, she will kill this detective who played her tricks to the extreme!
……
In the hall of the sanctuary, the hopes of the people are like the afterglow of the setting sun, about to sink into the dark night.
In the corner under the rose window, another Resurrected believer who was still under the watchful eye of Huberian and her sister guard, the Priestess of the Empire, finally woke up slowly from the coma.
She saw people in the church full of depressed expressions.
Then he looked around at the severely injured and exhausted challengers, and the disappearing Saintess of Destruction.
She immediately raised her head and laughed frantically, knowing that Atelis, the saint of destruction, had successfully left after they were severely injured.
Tonight is the time of the blood sacrifice!
Thanks to the lord of Mubai Jinyu!This chapter is updated, and it will continue to be updated normally at [-] pm!
(End of this chapter)
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