The Melancholy of the Holy Maiden

Kneel on the ground, keep your back straight and loose, and clasp your hands in front of your chest.

His eyes are as bright as the sun and the moon, and his expression is compassionate and indifferent, but what he is looking up at is not a god statue, but the soldiers fighting among gray and black monsters under the city wall.

Gentle and soft light gushes out from Luxini's body, and turns into dots of starlight falling down on the battlefield.

Bedwell stood beside her, the flaming spear in her hand flickering with lightning.The maiden knights surrounded the monarch, busily bringing soldiers who were seriously injured and unable to fight to the vicinity of Lucini from time to time.

The sound of slashing and killing on the ground outside the fortress under the city wall was as distant as if covered in a layer of ashes.

Bedwell suddenly turned around, a string of sparks came out from the place where the spear intersected with the bone of her hand, and there was a sound of gold and iron.

Lucini, who was within the attack range of the two, remained motionless, and the wind lifted her long hair, revealing her side face.

The three are like living in different worlds, one is a dynamic confrontation, the other is a static painting.

——Because, Bedwell will protect her.

The knight girls who came to their senses also stood by Lucini's side, looking at the intruder vigilantly.

The intruder was wrapped in a black robe, and the black mist covered his face, revealing only two pure white soul fires.

The blow failed, and the ghostly soul fire twisted in the black mist, as if tilting its head in doubt.Then, the intruder tried to strike again, but he was hit hard in the abdomen, and was kicked back a few steps by the red-haired girl.

Gorgeous divine lines climbed up her cheeks, and the girl shot out with a thunderous gesture, without the slightest hesitation.

The mist dissipated, revealing half of a pale face, half of that face turned into bones, and the dark and deep eye sockets were no longer prosthetic eyes of different colors, but soul fires belonging to the undead.

"Your strength has grown." The intruder's tone sounded quite aggrieved, "You have become stronger."

Bedwell sneered—God knows how she suppressed her anger!

The dream of the saint being killed by a lich turned out to be not a dream, but the scene was wrong.She had expected such a situation when the Holy Maiden agreed to the Grand Duke's request, but she didn't expect that the little sage was really willing to let the strongest and most trustworthy guy around her come here just to kill him Lady Saint.

Is this guy the chess game that Abner used to kill Lady Saint?

Her nominal brother, that hypocritical puppet, doesn't care if the chess pieces are broken or even put herself in danger?

Under the extreme anger, Bedwell calmed down.

"Honestly, I'm curious."

Bedwell's voice always carried a sense of sternness, she didn't sit on the sidelines, but went forward with a gun.

"Born as a lich, he has no heart or heart, no relatives and no reason. You can't have blood relatives. Why did you confirm that Abner is your nephew?"

Several death banshees were summoned, and the knight girl immediately followed up the siege. Before the banshee screamed, the long sword directly pierced the opponent's throat.

"You... where is your sister from?"

Bedwell's attack also surged up like a tide. Her words caused the Lich to hesitate for a moment. It was this moment of hesitation. This guy should stop trying to easily summon undead who are free to help.

"A sister is a sister, and a nephew is a nephew."

Feeling aggrieved, Shang replied with a bit of waxy intention.

The tip of the spear almost pierced through the bone hand, and the lich was overwhelmed, unable to bypass Bedwell and land the attack on Lucini.

After all, he is a lich, even if it is a king-level lich, it is just a lich, a spellcaster of the necromancer, not a warrior or knight.This Lich's undead army is still farther away, together with the demons, blocked by the soldiers of the alliance.

What's more, he is one of the races restrained by Lucini's divine power.

The light that emerged from the silver-haired girl made the Lich feel uncomfortable, and the sensitivity of the body also dropped a lot.Bedwell and the girl knights became more and more brave under Lucini's blessing.

"Can you step aside a little bit, I want to go back soon..."

The Lich pouted, his jade-like bony hand was scorched black, and he was holding his broken little finger in the other hand, and the white soul fire actually felt a little pitiful during the shaking.

Bedwell was unmoved.

The victory or defeat had already been confirmed as early as when he showed up, or even earlier, when Bedwell put down all her burdens.

However, Bedwell was temporarily unable to kill him.Fortunately, the Guardian Knight was never alone.

The situation is still stalemate.

On the other side, Greya drove straight in, holding the holy sword and breaking into the demon army.

The closer she was to the general's camp, the more undead armies she encountered.Greya knew that the little sage of the original Etern was protected by a king-level lich, so he didn't have any doubts about it.

There were only two soldiers left beside the short-haired Valkyrie, and the rest either fell behind and were entangled by the demons, or were forced to separate and were surrounded by the enemy army.

On her way, a beautiful frosty road spread, and the black magic flames on it were frozen. At the end of the way, she was standing in front of the main general's camp.

This small tent is shunned by all demons and undead.

Inside, the culprit who may have caused the situation here is sitting upright.

"Something's wrong." The boy's voice came straight into her mind, "I can't feel it, this tent cuts off my perception."

"Teacher, don't be afraid." Greiya also replied in her mind.

"Who said I was scared, I mean, I mean you have to be careful."

The boy's slightly annoyed voice made Greya smile. She took a deep breath, and slowly raised the curtain with a long sword as penetrating as ice.

The pupils of the short-haired girl shrank.

The white-haired demon youth looked at her, showing his shark-like teeth, and smiled wantonly.

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"I don't think that demon will help that red-haired disguise."

The handsome man with a scar on his face said: "The glorious Valkyrie worked so hard to break into the general's tent, but what she brought back was the head of a counterfeit. You are really insidious."

Hearing this, the little sage closed his eyes and meditated, but said indifferently: "Geriya will not kill Derrick. She will bring Derrick back for a military trial."

"As the king of a country who raises demons and colludes with demons."

"Really? What about you?"

Grimm asked patiently, "If you were in that tent, she would hold you hostage in the name of instigating a 'war between the demons and the mainland', coerce you to command the army of demons back to the abyss, and send you to trial afterwards." ..."

"—Or just kill you, the sinner?"

"Holding me hostage doesn't do anything."

Abner still looked defenseless, if it wasn't for his mouth still moving, Grimm would almost have thought this guy was dead.

"Unless Isaacs is also killed, His Majesty the Demon King announces that he will give up and no longer send a steady stream of troops."

"It seems that you are dispensable and don't need my protection." Grim shrugged, and the dagger flew between his fingers, "After all, I can't help you deter the demons."

"No." The little sage opened his eyes, and his brown eyes shone with an unknown light, "The glorious Valkyrie will kill the prince of the demon clan. Even if Isaacs is not dead, he is not suitable to be a commander."

"When I die, the demon army will be in chaos."

"If the army is in chaos, it will fall."

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