Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

North tore open the blockade of a storm, and the corruption and filth spread, corroding all the disasters inside.

"If it weren't for you, a stupid woman, how could I be like this?"

He roared unwillingly, his belly bulged high, thorns with strange patterns sprouted from his flesh and blood, and his intact body seemed to be broken into several pieces.

"The villagers here are very delicious, aren't they." Hermione licked her lips, her face covered with evil patterns and red marks extremely charming.

"I ate you too."

North tore open his stomach and directly took out a pool of blood-red liquid filled with the desire for life and threw it at Hermione. He opened his huge mouth and kept cursing her in ancient languages.

The blood-red liquid that covered it grew bloody flesh and thorns quickly decayed and turned into dust all over the sky. The strong wind dissipated, the flames receded, and the thunder and lightning fell into the flood below.

The surrounding space was like a cracked mirror, with purple-black dust projected onto those places where blood and flesh grew and thorns wrapped around Hermione in the middle.

In an instant, these scenes fell into a smooth ice mirror, were shattered by the red flaming sword, and fell into the flood that dissipated below.

The charred and burning flesh ball monster took the opportunity to break free from the flame tornado. The flesh thorns under the water broke through the flood, taking up a string of undestroyed monster villager stumps and integrating them into its body.

The pile of twisted thorns and flesh strung together moved, and stretched out its tentacles toward Hermione in the sky, until it finally merged into the ball of flesh.

"Yanciel, my Jancil."

The thorn balls stood in the air like nerve cells, and the flesh thorns grew back as many times as they were destroyed by the flame tornado and lightning.

North, who was confronting Hermione, had just cleaned up the thorns that kept popping up on his body, and his belly immediately bulged again. One arm was covered with dense eyes, and his thick thighs began to dry up and spread, with purple scars appearing.

He directly turned into a pool of blood-red liquid and adhered to the flesh ball thorns. The flesh thorn tentacles tried to tear apart the mucus, but they were entangled tighter and tighter, becoming crazy.

At this time, Hermione also felt that something was constantly invading her body. The large eyeballs densely connected to the occult were looking at her indifferently, turning from time to time.

The imprints in her body lit up, including the twisted curves forming eye symbols that lit up to help her cut off these unknown connections together, and the stinging cracking feeling disappeared.

The condensed fireballs in the sky erupted into clusters of black flames, which continuously merged and compressed with the red flames. The tornado that cut and melted away the flesh thorns became more violent and restricted the movement of the flesh balls in the air.

The blood-red liquid attached to it continues to seep in, leaving the thorns, eyes, and bulges on the surface.

Like a world-destroying meteorite, a huge red and black fireball fell, swallowed up the flesh ball, and then exploded. The raging red and black flames destroyed all traces of Yansir Village floating above the flood.

Hermione, who was a little tired, looked at the sword in her hand. The rose wrapped around the hilt blossomed into a flower on the guard. The more she looked at it, the more familiar it became, and she thought of her sister and mother.

The dry and charred ball of flesh was thrown out of the blazing fire. A stream of flaming water rolled up and sealed it in ice, then shattered inch by inch.

North, who had freed himself of his own pollution, opened his mouth of black mucus, "filthy", and the flames around Hermione were wrapped in deep, thick darkness.

She dispersed them with a swing of her sword, then a storm of fire swept in to clear them away.

The Yansil below turned into a sea of ​​burning fire. The red mist in the sky was covered in flames. Countless tornadoes wrapped in flames filled the entire space. The rumble of thunder and lightning sounded from time to time, just like a scene of doomsday.

Both are in Sequence 2, so it is really difficult to kill the opponent.

Hermione pushed North back into the flame tornado again. Even with the sealed object formed by the weather warlock's characteristics, she could only suppress him.

This weird space should be almost unbearable. Fortunately, I was not tempted to do anything truly dangerous during the time I lost my memory and was blinded.

The most dangerous thing is to wear the necklace that restricts them. People like North eat the contaminated villagers indiscriminately. Although their strength has been restored, the hidden dangers have also increased.

Is it the ability of the evil gods? Let this space become like this, even mythical creatures can be deceived, like people on TV, not playing their roles properly.

Fortunately, he had enough protection, and the original witch was unwilling to let him live outside, so she made an exception and reminded herself through the brand left behind.

She didn't know how much sense North still had on the other side, but Hermione really hoped that he would go crazy so that she could have a chance to kill him.

The evil god's pollution in the star gemstone of the necklace on the wrist has dissipated, and the gray-white mist swept through it, leaving the mark formed by the twisted curve.

"Get away, all of you, get out of here."

North once again cleaned up the thorns and eyes that had grown out of his body. A pure blood-red outline was pulled out, and then wrapped and absorbed by him.

This made him mentally unstable and lost part of his calmness and rationality.

Of course Hermione would not miss this opportunity and came to him and waved the red sword. The claws covered with evil thorns grabbed the sword body, but the palm was almost split in half.

Thorns wrapped around the sword, swelling up and cracking open to release all kinds of desires, depravity, and aphrodisiac auras.

North also tore open the flesh and belly to drain out the contamination again and threw it towards Hermione. He cut off the thorns and let go of the red sword and retreated away.

Hermione swept away the obstruction in front of her, put away the scattered ball of flesh, and directly drove the disaster to attack North. She wanted to completely tear the world apart.

Return to the narrow and weird Swan Castle and see where else you can hide.

Fireballs like meteorites fell, turning this place into a world of flames.

The white edges began to tear apart under the violent vibrations, and the whole world disappeared like fragments.

Hermione returned to the room filled with oil paintings. The huge oil painting fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. Except for the sword, it was still intact.

North, who fell to the ground, maintained the form of a giant demon, with the bright red blood on his body constantly washing away, and the blood-red lines glowing to suppress the crazy pollution.

The red mist and filth simultaneously covered the oil paintings on both sides, cutting off contact, and the castle was constantly shaking at the same time.

"Let me see where else you can go."

Hermione's thick, burning hair squeezed out of her pale face and pointed all at the person in front, waiting for the right opportunity.

North also stood up and drew out his bloody sword. The thick black filth corroded the surroundings, and fear and desire came again.

"Alista, this madman actually left a hole. If you hadn't been so stupid, I wouldn't have suffered so much. That's the same sentence."

After he finished speaking, he rushed forward and engaged in the most primitive struggle with Hermione. Storm and flames filled the inside again.

Hermione felt that she was also being affected by a certain aura, and she wanted to fight, cause turmoil, and cause disasters.

Sword after sword struck North, and the condensed frost mirror was constantly covered with filth, and then froze and shattered.

The curse brought by the ancient language caused parts of the bodies of both parties to continuously explode and heal, and the red and black flames and filthy poisonous gas eroded each other.

"die."

The frost around Hermione shattered, and she directly cut North's blood chest open, and flames spurted out from there.