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The war with the Blood Clan had just ended not long ago. Although the Protoss had the fewest casualties, it also consumed a lot of mental power. Thanks to the holy water in the Holy Hanoi, otherwise the Protoss would definitely suffer when fighting against the witch backed by the Gorefiend.

However, although the protoss did not suffer in terms of mental power, they still felt a lot of pressure. This is still the case that the blood demon did not take action in person.

Cynthia refused the escort of the light knight with a staff from another protoss, and walked to the front from the back alone. The cold force of darkness lashed out one meter away from her, only covered by a thin layer of light. Blocked by the barrier, Cynthia could even see the witch on the opposite side through the barrier of light and the power of darkness. The darkness was even more gloomy than the sky above her head.

Daxi, who was directing the protoss to fight against the witches, caught sight of Cynthia's figure out of the corner of her eye. She put down her staff and walked over, saying solemnly: "These witches are very wrong."

Among the witches facing them, there are many familiar faces of Darcy. They once talked and laughed together to study the magic circle. Even if the relationship between them became stiff because of Witch Anderson, this "stiffness" would not make them like they are now. In this way, they besieged the city of the Protoss without saying a word, and they still had the momentum to put the Protoss to death.

There was no such deep hatred between them and Witch Garcia.

It would be normal if it was Witch Anderson on the opposite side, but what surprised Darcy was that she didn't see any Witch Anderson inside.

"They were bewitched." There was a strange black mist floating above the witch. Cynthia's eyes moved with the black mist, and she said lightly, "The general Blood Demon next to the Dark God should be hiding nearby."

"Bloodfiend?" Darcy frowned, "What does she want to do?"

Witch Garcia's strength suddenly increased in a short period of time, and now they are attacking their protoss again, could it be...

Cynthia's words confirmed Daxi's guess, "Who has experienced the age of the gods, who would not want to become the god of this continent."

In particular, the Gorefiend is still the warrior next to the Dark God, and was once the closest existence to God.

Just drove out the blood race, and now there is another threat of a blood demon, Da Qian's mood is really not very happy, she looked away from the black mist, turned to discuss countermeasures with Cynthia, but saw her frown Wrinkled tightly, with a dignified expression, he couldn't help but paused, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

She followed Cynthia's line of sight as she asked, and there was a familiar face among the dark group of witches, even Darcy couldn't help opening her eyes wide when she saw it, and her voice lowered, "Why is Betty here... "

Before she and Doris went to the Temple of Light, Betty went to them to ask about Chloe's situation. She should be taking care of Eunice now.

"It seems that the power of deception is much greater than I imagined." Cynthia held the staff with a slightly bent index finger and tapped on the body of the staff. Mou pondered for a while, then said in a low voice: "I'll deal with the blood demon, you guys see the right time to keep the witch behind."

"Leave the witch?"

Cynthia nodded, her red lips curled up, but there was no smile in her eyes, "I'm a little curious about what Witch Garcia went through."

What kind of "bewitching" can completely change a family in such a short period of time.

Cynthia has never made a move, and there are too many light believers and light knights on the Protoss side. The Gorefiend floated in the air and stared down for a long time but couldn't find Cynthia, which made her a little bit uninterested.

Long, the gun circled around the black mist, the Blood Demon turned his head and couldn't find Elder Xi, and immediately clicked his tongue impatiently. She raised her hand and was about to urge the witches to speed up, but the order hadn't been issued yet. The arrow flew out from the crowd below, time stopped suddenly, and the golden light gradually spread across the entire field of vision of the blood demon, like a golden lightning with the momentum of thunder splitting the sky and the earth.

This golden long arrow did not deter the Gorefiend but aroused the fighting spirit in her heart. The arm condensed by the black mist stretched out to one side. The long arrow that was still surrounded by the black mist just now was caught by her. Holding it in his hand, the Gorefiend scanned the crowd below condescendingly, and soon spotted Cynthia's figure.

Cynthia stood alone in an open space, and the dark green longbow that shot golden long arrows touched the ground under her feet. She raised her head slightly, and a few strands of her long silver hair were scattered on the longbow by the wind.

"I found it." Gorefiend looked at Cynthia below, and her deep voice was full of unconcealed excitement. She threw the spear in her hand at Cynthia. Condensed more than one meter above the head.

The spear of the Gorefiend is an artifact. Almost at the moment when he locked onto the enemy, Cynthia felt the heavy oppressive force. The blood color gradually occupied Cynthia's entire field of vision from a spot of light.

The black mist and the long gun struck together, and Cynthia took a step back cautiously, and she raised the dark green longbow that was randomly placed on the ground again, but the time to gather the bow and arrow was not enough, the long gun suddenly approached, sharp The tip of the gun was aimed at Cynthia's throat, as if it could be pierced at any time.

The Gorefiend looked at Cynthia, who had no backhand ability, and gave a low laugh. He moved his wrist slightly and was about to move his spear forward to pierce Cynthia's fragile throat. The light green long arrow rubbed against her side face and hit the long spear. The surging natural force suddenly turned into a powerful whirlwind, and the blood demon's body condensed with black mist was instantly torn apart.

The long spear was hit by the bow and arrow, and the aiming head changed from Cynthia's throat to her shoulder. A golden light led Cynthia back a few meters. She sideways avoided the long spear, and raised her right hand. It collided with the long gun and made a harsh sound.

The dark green longbow was taken out by Olivia from the temple of the forest goddess. It is also a divine weapon, and it is longer than the Gorefiend's spear, and it is a higher-grade divine weapon.

Without the control of the Gorefiend □□ after hitting the dark green longbow, it bounced off. Cynthia switched the longbow to the other hand, then shook her numb hand, turned her head slightly to look backward, Olivia was floating in the air and was preparing for the second bow and arrow. She had a beautiful appearance but looked a little serious because of her expressionless face. She stared at the black mist coldly. side glanced.

Seeing her and Olivia's eyes met, Cynthia blinked at her deliberately.

Olivia's finger pulling the bowstring paused for a moment, and then she looked away, but those cold pale green eyes were subconsciously softer.

Although the hurricane did not cause any substantial damage to the Gorefiend, because she is in the state of a soul body now, and the black mist that condenses her body is always scattered from time to time, which makes the Gorefiend feel annoyed, she raises her hand to fly The spear who came over grabbed hold of the gun, and then impatiently glanced at Olivia who had been shooting cold arrows. The power of darkness was fully released, and the dark fog instantly swallowed Cynthia below.

The black mist blocked Olivia's vision and cut off her perception, making it difficult for her to figure out the positions of Cynthia and the Gorefiend. The long arrows on the bowstring had been condensed, and Olivia tried to adjust several angles. But in the end, he frowned and waved his hand to scatter the long arrows.

Bloodfiend can be said to be the most powerful enemy of darkness that Cynthia has ever encountered. When the dark fog filled her body, the staff in her hand trembled in fear. With golden light, but very little light.

As the power of the Protoss grows stronger, the staves that Daxi configures for the clansmen are all made of the best bright gems and staff materials. Even in the blood domain of the second-generation blood clan, they are not so "cowardly" Performance.

Cynthia looked down at the staff, and reached out to touch the gemstone on the top soothingly. The staff trembled for a while before gradually calming down.

The black mist cut off the noise outside, and Cynthia was a little unaccustomed to the sudden silence in her ears. She grabbed the staff and looked up, as if she was looking for a place to break through.

Gorefiend looked at Cynthia, who was confused and helpless in the power of darkness, and her impatience just now was swept away. She likes to play tricks on the enemy, watching the enemy cry and beg for mercy is more exciting to her than tearing them apart .

In an environment that is too quiet, even the sound of the wind is very clear. The cold wind blows away Cynthia's long silver hair. A blood-colored long gun hits her from behind, and she barely avoids it by dodging, but there is still a strand of hair It was cut off by the sharp spear blade and slowly fell to the ground.

"This body should be the most satisfactory work of the Goddess of Light." The blood demon did not approach Cynthia, but floated in the air and manipulated the spear. Seeing that Cynthia was dodging in a panic, he laughed secretly, and said loudly, "It is you who is not The lone soul who knows where it came from has taken over, but it's a pity that the gods have left, otherwise they can also see the joke of the goddess of light."

Cynthia guessed that the Gorefiend might know her body, but she didn't expect that she knew quite a lot. She waved her staff to summon bright flames to block the attack of the spear, and the golden flames interlaced with the surrounding darkness, flickering. The environment made Cynthia's expression blurred.

The Gorefiend talked for a long time but Cynthia didn't respond at all, which made her good mood compromised. She floated a few meters towards Cynthia and asked, "Why don't you speak?"

Cynthia summoned the bright flame and did not chant spells. Although she had to be on guard against spear attacks at all times, it didn't affect her speech at all.

The Gorefiend circled her around, looked up and down, and said to himself with a hint of doubt in his voice, "Can't she hear me?"

She had met Cynthia a few times before. This person had a very sharp mouth. It was not like her character to keep silent when she heard what she said.

The staff in Cynthia's hand was just an ordinary staff. Under the dual pressure of the power of darkness and the spear, cracks soon appeared on the body of the staff, and even the gems on the top gradually became dim, and finally lost the power of light and became A cold and hard stone.

The staff broke into several pieces from the middle, and the bright flame disappeared together, and the space lit by the power of light fell into darkness again. Seeing that Cynthia's staff was broken, the Gorefiend felt complacent. He laughed and said, "You can't even protect your weapon, but it's really useless."

The Gorefiend just got closer to Cynthia to find out if he could hear him speaking. Now that her staff was broken, he had no scruples and wanted to stick it on her body and laugh at her.

After the light flame disappeared, the power of darkness that was blocked outside instantly surrounded Cynthia, and her vision was deprived by the darkness again. The power of darkness also attached to her exposed skin and tried to erode it. Cynthia threw away the broken staff and took out While drinking a bottle of holy water, he observed his surroundings. His face was not full of panic and fear as the Gorefiend thought, but calm like an ancient well without waves.

The Gorefiend has no entity, and it is not easy to catch her, so the Gorefiend must let his guard down... Cynthia felt the black mist that was getting closer and closer to her, and her red lips slightly evoked a beautiful smile in the darkness. With a radian, she threw away the bottle in her hand, and gently rested her palm on the space gem around her waist.

The Gorefiend circling around Cynthia was still muttering, when suddenly a burst of golden light exploded in front of her eyes, she was vigilant and instinctively wanted to back away, but she couldn't move, a circle of light trapped her soul in place .

"Who said I only have one weapon." Cynthia grabbed the staff and twirled it in her hand, looked at the Gorefiend who appeared in the golden light, with a smile on her face, and said softly, "I finally caught you, Warlord Gorefiend. "

After she finished speaking, she paused, then said with a smile: "Or should I call you... Lord Dark God?"

The Gorefiend struggled but couldn't break free from the halo under her feet. She never expected that Cynthia could trap herself, but what made her more angry than this was Cynthia's ignorance of her. She raised her eyes and stared at Cynthia. Angrily said: "You can hear me, why didn't you respond to me just now?"

Cynthia blinked, with a delicate expression, "Is this important?"

The Gorefiend was furious, "Of course it's important, you humble lonely soul dare to ignore me!"

After all, she was a warrior beside the Dark God, and she was ignored by a little lonely soul, which made her more angry than being calculated.

The author has something to say: Unqualified God

Greed, arrogance, lewdness, lust, anger, jealousy, laziness...Gods are beautiful and should not have any negative emotions, but the gods of the Statu Continent have deviated from the track from the very beginning, so the Statu Continent has been perennially shrouded in war.

There are also beautiful gods, the mother of the earth, the goddess of the forest, the god of harvest, the goddess of wisdom... Maybe in the eyes of the gods, there is also a god of the sea.

The God of the Ocean is perfect, and all the gods think she is capable of becoming the fourth main god, but only she herself knows that she is not a qualified god.

This continent will collapse sooner or later. The god of the ocean stared at the slender figure shrouded in golden light, and slightly curled his lips, because the main god of this continent was even more unqualified than her.