The target is a goddess!Sacred Path of the Scrap Succubus

Edward looked in the direction of the gap in horror.

There, the commando team he had high hopes for escaped crying and screaming, and even killed each other because of the scramble for the not-so-large gap.

In front of his eyes, the thieves who originally wanted to take advantage of the exhaustion of the knights' momentum had lost their will to fight, and turned in separately.

The originally perfectly designed victory turned into a complete defeat due to some reasons that he did not understand at all.

But Edward still didn't give up.

He knew very well that his goal was just to get that thing.

At this moment, Knight Ted, who was almost always carrying that thing with him, was hacking and killing his subordinates without warning at a place less than ten meters away from him.

There is no doubt that as long as he takes down this arrogant guy at this time, everything will be reversed.

"That's right, I can fight back!"

Edward's eyes lit up.

He stretched his hand into his bosom, and touched the treasure he treasured.

With this power, even the Dawn Knight is no problem!

Chapter 11 Pursuit and Crossroads

"Die, you scum!"

Knight Ted cooperated with another knight to force the three thieves together, and then waved the weapon in his hand with an excited and ferocious smile.

But at this moment, Knight Ted's horse suddenly trembled in fear.

Before Knight Ted could figure out the situation, an inconspicuous small bottle flew over from the woods and landed in the open space among the few people.

Almost as soon as the bottle hit the ground, a large cloud of thick smoke floated out of it, and quickly spread to the surrounding area of ​​15 meters.

"Get out!"

Ted yelled at the top of his lungs—as an experienced fighter, he knew very well how dangerous their situation was at this moment.

However, it was too late.

Before Ted and his companions mentioned the speed of the horse, Edward had finished reciting the obscure spell, and walked towards this side holding a strange statue.

"Pain! Howl! Then become my slave!"

Edward's eyes were bloodshot, and the magic power on his body was quickly being swallowed by the evil thing in his hand.

But he was very happy.

The spell casting has been successful, and the few people in this cloud of smoke will be transformed into monsters that can be controlled by him by the evil curse power.

The thieves don't matter, but the strength of these two knights is good, especially Ted, who is a serious title knight...

Edward's good expectations were interrupted here.

The smoke gradually faded, and two figures who were fighting appeared from inside.

Before Edward could do anything, one of them knocked down the other, and rushed towards Edward in one go.

"Bastard! Go to hell!"

That's right, it was the angry Ted Knight who walked out of it.

Although his comrades and the few thieves were transformed into monsters, he was unaffected for some reason.

As the strongest among them, Ted ruthlessly attacked the surrounding targets immediately, and killed everyone before Edward successfully manipulated it.

"Impossible, this is impossible! A mere knight..."

Edward finally fell into horror at this moment.

How much he had prepared for this day, how much he had sacrificed!

How could things have become like this at this most critical moment?

It is obviously impossible for anyone here to resist this curse - this is something he unearthed from an ancient ruin, which is completely different from the current mainstream curse ideas, and has always been protected as his biggest secret...

Without corresponding research, how can it be possible to resist?

Of course he wouldn't know how much Serena had been obsessed with this curse in her previous life, and how long she had studied it after killing him for revenge.

"Go to hell and repent for your sins!"

Ted didn't want to say anything to Edward.

As a knight, all he thought of at this moment was to kill the enemy in front of him and avenge his sacrificed companion.

It's rare for the two sides to get closer now, so he won't give the caster a chance to fight back!

"Squeak!"

Edward would not be caught without a fight. Even though his brain was still a little muddled, he still used his magic props to summon two ugly little goblins to block Ted.

As for himself, he turned around and fled without hesitation—this kind of determination is essential to become the leader of the bandit group.

However, within two steps, Edward felt a chill in his heart.

In just a short while, the thieves led by Buck had completely collapsed, and ran desperately towards the woods behind them.

That's all, it's so hard to die, the direction of these people's escape is actually the same as that of Edward!

If this continues, it won't take long for Edward to bump into the pursuers led by Aurora and Serena.

Edward gritted his teeth, took out a scroll from his arms with some heartache, and tore it apart forcefully.

The power of magic surrounded him, his footsteps suddenly became a little lighter, and his speed increased again and again.

Knight Ted was left behind by him, and he also took advantage of the opportunity of the distance to adjust his direction and fled to the depths of the woods.

"Don't worry, we will catch up with this guy!"

Just as Knight Ted looked at Edward's back in resentment and felt sorry for his horse that had just died in battle, an indifferent and calm voice came from behind him.

He turned around and saw that it was the two spellcasters, Margaret and Pastor Allen, and several guards following them.

Margaret was still as calm as before, but Pastor Allen was clearly beaming with joy at the moment.

That's right, as long as the final result is that one's own side wins and the bandit group is wiped out, then who will remember his poor performance?

If you're lucky enough to pick up Edward's trap and have a relationship with Margaret by the way, then everything will be fine again!

Ted nodded helplessly—he couldn't run anymore, so he could only watch these friendly troops go to get credit.

Fortunately, there is the trophy of the magic spider, otherwise he is really a blood loss!

And after these people followed Edward into the dense forest, Aurora and Serena also rushed here with their people.

When those thieves with low morale surrendered one after another, and Aurora began to direct the crowd to gather the prisoners, Ted came to Serena's side lightly and whispered.

"Ma'am, your amulet is very effective. Thank you so much today, I don't know..."

Serena blinked mischievously, and raised a crystal finger to her delicate lips.

"Shh, it's our secret, isn't it?"

"Well, I'll keep this a secret, forever."

Ted nodded, and then asked:

"Then next..."

"Next, Aurora and I will follow to see if there is anything that needs help. Just take your people back and rest."

Ted nodded, then waved to the knight companion who finally arrived, and sat on his companion's horse.

And Serena and Aurora also chased after the traces of Margaret and the others.

Several guards who followed wanted to follow the two of them, but they were all declined.

"Let's just follow and see the situation. The enemy is already broken, so it's not a threat anymore. And our companions are also very strong and reliable, aren't they?"

In this way, the two tracked all the way, and came to a small intersection after ten minutes.

Here, two trails trampled by humans and wild beasts converge, one of which has obvious horseshoe marks - there is no doubt that Margaret and the others chased it from this side.

"This way, Sister Serena, let's go..."

Aurora wanted to follow, but Serena shook her head suddenly.

"No, this side is actually more suspicious-look, what's on the grass blades here?"

Aurora took a closer look and found that there were silver-gray fibers of silk hanging on it, and she had only seen this color of silk on Margaret's robe.

"how come……"

Aurora's eyes widened, and then she looked at Serena in confusion.

"Perhaps, that thief has other means to interfere with the pursuit;"

"Maybe... there are other enemies here!"

Chapter 12 The Familiar and Strange Person

Margaret looked around vigilantly.

A few minutes ago, she was riding a horse with others, chasing the bandit leader who was about to be caught.

But almost in the blink of an eye, she suddenly found that she had become a lonely person.

After softly calling her attendants in coded words, but without any response, Margaret dismounted wisely, led the horse forward slowly, and at the same time took out her spell-casting material package, ready to cast spells.

After walking a few more steps, she whispered to herself:

"It's magic...and, unmistakably, it's her."

After thinking for a while, she simply gave up on the horse, closed her eyes, and felt the faint magic power around her.

Then she gripped the wand even more tightly in her hand - so hard that her knuckles turned white.

She has already noticed the flaw of this magic.

But is it really going to be revealed?

After taking a few deep breaths, she clenched her teeth.

Is it a blessing or a curse? A disaster cannot be avoided. Now that you have encountered it, you should face it bravely. This is what a Granster should do!

She whispered the incantation, and then tapped the tip of her wand twice on a specific location in the void.

Then, I opened my eyes.

Sure enough, the woman appeared in front of her—unfortunately, at the same time, Pastor Allen's dead body appeared.

"Yo, isn't this my dear disciple?"

The purple-robed woman with weird tattoos asked in a hoarse and deep voice.

Margaret's eyes swept over her, and focused on the purple pupils, the black rose tattoo on the white forearm, the crystal buckle on the belt, and the bone staff inlaid with black gemstones for a moment. .

"Is this your true face? Teacher Stephanie."

Stephanie nodded frankly.

"Of course, this is not the heavily guarded Earl's Mansion. I don't need to hide anything, do I?"

Margaret did not answer this sentence, she looked at the corpse on the ground with slightly sad eyes, and said in a low voice:

"You killed him... There was no need for it, he was just a waste."

"Blame him for being unlucky!"

Stephanie replied in an almost cheerful tone.

"So, I am also unlucky, you will kill me today, right?"

Margaret straightened her hair and looked straight at her teacher.

"No, no, my dear disciple, I have prepared a better funeral for you!"

Stephanie licked her lips excitedly.

"How could I kill my favorite disciple in such a simple environment?"