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Chapter 689 The Holy Maiden of Light VS Lord Death 38

After Yuexia exclaimed, a light imprint of a laurel leaf appeared on her forehead.

Burning pain pierced through the eyebrows.

She grabbed Kathy's shoulders, but the pain was unbearable.

Cather hugged her body, but she still fell to the ground in excruciating pain.

"Ah, Kather, it's the Holy Court of Light calling me, Kather, it's Windsor, something happened to Windsor, take me there!"

Yue Xiya grabbed his hand.

In Xiangzhou City, after several days of training, she has become a high-level great magician.

Windsor watched fewer and fewer sisters around her, and more and more monsters and corpses in front of her.

She can no longer stand still.

The magical power overdrawn is overused.

The elder wizard is dead.The bishop is still strongly supporting.

"Windsor, you leave quickly, you must survive and save the fire of life for our Bright Holy Court."

Windsor was teleported to the city gate by the archbishop. Windsor had cried so many times during the past few days, and the tears had already flowed clean, and now she just wanted to escape.

She tried her best to escape, escape from this purgatory on earth.

I remember that when they first came in, they not only drove away the monsters, but also healed some victims, but the plague became more and more serious.In the end, they could only protect themselves and choose to save their lives.

Windsor looked at the city gate in front of her wearily. She was holding the Holy Bead of Light in her arms. It was the last fire that was related to the Temple of Light. She must protect it.

The memory travels back to that time.

She suddenly regretted why she pushed her sister away from her, further and further away.

At that time, how could I have the heart to let my sister stay away from the Holy Court of Light like that?Without the Holy Court of Light and magic, where would she go?

Deep in her memory, she has relied on her elder sister since she was a child.

"Windsor, what do you want?"

"Windsor, you have to be obedient."

"Windsor, I'm going to be a saint. If you have anything to say, just write it in your diary. If you have any secrets to tell me, I will remember it. Don't miss me."

Her mind was in turmoil, and at the end she was somewhat unconscious.

The holy bead fell to the ground with a plop and broke into pieces.

"Holy bead, holy bead."

Windsor burst into tears.

"Don't cry, Windsor."

It was like the gentle voice she heard countless times when she was young.

My elder sister, Yuexia, always shows up when she is saddest, and then gives herself warm care.

She opened her dim eyes, as if she saw her sister coming to pick her up.

"Sister, I'm sorry, I love you."

She opened her mouth in despair, her chapped lips still struggling to make a sound.

"Windsor, don't be afraid."

Yuesia put her palm on her forehead, countless healing lights enveloped Windsor, and then her body gradually disappeared.

"Windsor, sleep well, and everything will be fine when you wake up."

"Kather, please take care of Windsor, I should do what I should do."

Yue Xiya said with a gentle smile.

Looking at Windsor's pale smile, Cather's heart sank, her voice was faint, and she couldn't hear any other emotions: "Take care of yourself, Yuesia."

Yue Xiya shook her head and held his hand with a hoarse and gentle voice.

"I know what I should do, Cather, you go back first."

Cather was noncommittal, and just looked at Yuesia, her beautiful eyes calm, "Yuesia, I can't help you, God can't interfere with natural decisions."

Yue Xiya's heart skipped a beat, knowing that Cather would rarely say such words, a trace of warmth floated into her heart, and a wisp of lingering bitterness also came out.

(End of this chapter)