I caught an angel

Dickens turned his back to Helena, with one hand in his pocket and the other looking at a small crystal bottle, seemingly unaware of everything in the room.

Helena held the dagger transformed from the brooch. The powerful magic power made the dagger linger with light, which was very conspicuous even under the scorching sun.

Helena panted lightly, her eyes were extremely dark, cold and indifferent, without even a little struggle.

She raised her hand well, and the sunlight cast her figure into a shadow, sprinkled on the ground.

Dickens quietly looked at the raised arms of the black figure in front of him, and turned around.

Flora, who was going upstairs, was breathless, and the next second, the space in front of her turned suddenly, and she directly adjusted the space and returned to her room.

Then I saw that Helena raised her arm with a ferocious face, holding a dagger, and stabbed Dickens fiercely.

Dickens didn't react, and wanted to block it with magic power.However, it was in vain, a deep bloodstain was cut on the arm by the dagger, it hung down weakly, and then pierced into the flesh of the chest.

Time seemed to stand still at this second, and a mournful cry escaped from the queen's mouth.

The people of the kingdom, Anna, and even Nora, who was waiting boringly on the chair in the alchemy room, felt the changes in the kingdom.

Dark clouds covered the sky, the sky was dark, and the torrential rain poured down in the next second.

The deer statue on the fountain in front of the castle cracked slowly, turned into stones and fell, and was buried here.

Accompanying this change of scene was a flood pouring from nowhere, gradually covering the kingdom.

Nora stared blankly at the narrow window on the wall, and murmured blankly: "Has sister's seal been broken? What happened?"

In the queen's room, Flora helplessly hugged the fallen angel who was leaning against her arms. His pale lips were set off by the black hair, making him look even more fragile.

The blazing hellfire climbed up from the bottom of Helena's feet, and the flame that could directly burn the soul tortured her to the point of madness.

In the end, she was reduced to ashes in a horrific howl of pain.

Unless a king-level existence takes action and leaves a trace of her soul before she is burned, she will die completely, and her soul will not be found in hell.

Helena died miserably, and the strong wind came in through the window, forcefully taking away the last trace of her, but it didn't attract anyone's attention.

Flora hugged Dickens tightly, her eyes were blurred with tears, her eyes were hazy with tears, and the life source liquid was quickly condensed in her palms, healing Dickens' wounds, she choked up and called his name, her words were full of sorrow: " Dickens, Dickens...don't scare me."

Big tears fell from her eyes and fell heavily on Dickens' cheeks.

Dickens raised his hand weakly, stroking her face weakly but gently, and said softly, "Flora, I feel a pain in my chest."

Flora suddenly cried even harder, and she quickly untied the chains that imprisoned Dickens, crying and said: "I'm sorry, Dickens, I will not imprison you again, it's all my fault, I bound your magic power , will allow you to be attacked by someone..."

Dickens grabbed her hand, his eyes were broken and dim: "It's not like this...Compared to the pain of being forgotten by you, the damage of the blade is not worth mentioning."

Even after the chain was released, Dickens's wound didn't seem to have healed, and golden blood was still leaking out.

Flora immediately said: "I remembered, Dickens, I remembered our past, don't be sad!"

Dickens asked quietly: "Have you remembered it, or have you never forgotten it?"

Flora avoided talking, still staring nervously at Dickens' wound.

Dickens shook her hand slightly: "Answer me, Flora!"

Flora cried again: "Dickens, can you heal your wound first?"

Dickens stared at her quietly for a moment, then removed the camouflage on his chest, and the smooth and intact skin appeared in front of Flora.

The tears in Flora's eyes hadn't run out, and her sad expression froze on her face, which looked a little funny.

Flora slowly withdrew the hand held by Dickens, and her expression gradually turned cold: "You are lying to me. You have not been injured or lost your magic power..."

"You're lying to me..."

Dickens said softly, "You lied to me first, Flora. I just want you to be honest with me."

Flora bit her lower lip lightly, looked at him with a complicated expression, her voice trembling slightly: "Then what are you trying to do now..."

Dickens grabbed her hand and said in a deep voice, "You don't want to tell me frankly, so I can only use some means. Everything between us should have an explanation and end to each other..."

Flora jerked his hand away and stood up, breathing heavily, staring at him.

Dickens frowned his pretty eyebrows, seeing Flora's performance, he couldn't help feeling a little worried.

But before he could say anything, Flora turned around and ran out directly, then went down the stairs.

Dickens chased him out, stood by the railing and stared blankly at his back. After a long time, he slightly lowered his eyes.