A gust of wind passed through the deep and long passage, and the figure just touched the ground lightly, and disappeared into the dim underground space like a stream of light across the night.

Lorraine Hill felt an oppressive dullness getting closer and closer, and the surrounding space seemed to become more and more viscous, as if it was compressed by high concentration. A depressing feeling surged into his heart from his body, skin and consciousness.

In such an environment, many space-based spells or abilities will encounter greater interference and resistance when used. Even ordinary actions are like encountering layers of stagnation. The faster the speed, the more difficult it is.

and strenuous.

Just a few minutes of traveling at high speed consumed most of her energy.

Her chest was rising and falling, and Lorraine Hill could hear her tired breathing at this moment. She raised her head slightly and looked towards the end of the dim passage.

Finally, a closed door appeared in view.

This door is made of gray steel, and there are slowly rotating gears on and around the door. Although it is not large, it gives people an extremely solid feeling.

She slowed down for the time being, stepped on the black and white steps with her gray boots, and walked up step by step. The clear sound of footsteps at this moment echoed in the empty space.

As Lorraine Hill got closer, she could gradually feel that the gears on the door were connected to many large and heavy transmission mechanisms, and the steel gears were rotating slowly and powerfully.

Holding the cold door handle in his hand, a cold and rough feeling came.

She recited the code word silently, and then slowly turned the solid steel handle, and a slight clicking sound came from the structure of the door.

Each gear rotates with the handle, driving each pull rod, shrinking the structure that combines the door leaf and the wall, and then the door finally slowly opens.

The wind was raging, debris was flying, and a vast underground world came into view.

And in that dim world, a slowly emerging black vortex was gradually reflected in the girl's eyes.

No--

She couldn't help but want to stop the dense crowd of mages in the square, but it seemed that it was too late. After discovering the abnormality, the time for their ceremony seemed to be advanced again.

On the dim dome, two witches, one black and one white, stood side by side. They gradually released their clasped fingers and floated to both sides. Then, like black and white Pisces, they slowly rotated around the middle point.

Under the power related to space, a small black spot appeared between the two people, and then they slowly stretched out their pale arms towards the center.

Tear--

Two hands respectively reached into the tiny vortex and suddenly tore it open, and then a cold, stale, twisted gray aura poured out from it.

As these gray airflows surged out faster and more violently, the black vortex in the middle also continued to expand, like dark pupils from the abyss slowly opening, staring at all the beings present.

The chaotic and overflowing turbid air was like sewage, making Lorraine Hill feel sick and uncomfortable. She had to hold up a spherical shield with pure white stripes to resist the breath from the abyss. And the turbid air coming from this filthy air flow made her feel sick and uncomfortable.

Such distortion and madness still stimulated her keen perception and consciousness.

Just when she was about to be submerged in the gray-black turbidity and couldn't see clearly what was ahead, the pocket watch on her waist finally lit up, and a warm arm embraced her.

The bright flame burst suddenly in this pitch-black world. The scorching incandescent flame was like substance, swaying in the rapid gray-black turbidity, then expanded, exploded, and erupted.

Both tangible and intangible existences were burned away by the blazing flames, thus sweeping out a clean space in this dark world.

A woman in a black dress slowly floated in front of Lorraine Hill. Her hair was like flowing magnificent flames, with countless tiny sparks spilling out of it. As long as one of them touched the material, it would burn it.

It was annihilated into faint blue smoke and dissipated invisible.

In the dim and dark world, this flame witch has a pair of millions of red eyes. As she raises her hand, layers of heat waves surge into the space in front of her like a sea tide. Countless turbid currents are burned out and burned.

Turned into black ash smoke and scattered in the air.

A field of flames with a diameter of nearly a kilometer gradually formed beside her, and any material that came close to it would be submerged by the blazing heat waves that distorted their vision.

"Witch of Fire, Keti!?" Several Transcendent Sequence 9s in the square shouted out this name in surprise, this famous existence in history.

With Keti's appearance, the scorching crimson air waves continued to spread out in all directions, washing away the turbid air currents in the underground space. Even the newly formed black vortex was crumbling in the twisted heat wave.

"We can't let her go on like this anymore."

An old man with gray-blue eyes walked out. If anyone is familiar with him, he will naturally recognize that this is one of the sages resident in Emenas, Ocean Sequence 9 of Bridge Pier Academy, Weidulu.

A few years ago, he reported to the Sage Council that he needed to check the Chaos Seal in the Endless Sea, so he temporarily left the school, which coincidentally caused the emptiness of Emenas that year. Unexpectedly, he would appear here now.

The four extraordinary Sequence 9s in the square began to help stabilize the newly emerged chaotic vortex, while the other two Sequence 9s took action together with Weiduru, preparing to suppress the flame witch who suddenly arrived.

A faint mist of water seemed to float in the air, and then the mist became heavier and heavier, becoming more and more condensed, and finally formed a downpour. Coupled with the turbid smell coming out of the vortex, this filthy rainwater flowed in the air,

Like dozens of giant pythons, they rushed towards the circular flame field.

Boiling white smoke suddenly rose, and the two sides reacted violently the moment they met. The flashing air waves expanded wantonly in the underground space, making people feel like they were stretching out of a humid and hot room, and every breath,

It can cause burning pain in the lungs.

Many mages in the square fell down.

In response, a being of Magic Sequence 9 stretched out his hand, and a huge silver clock plate covered the square, acting like a barrier to separate the dangerous environment outside.

After the filthy rain python temporarily suppressed the domain of flames, the black vortex in the sky slowly expanded under the guidance of the two witches, black and white, and even a twisted figure could be seen faintly emerging from it.

"Go and stop them, Keti, don't worry about me."

Standing in this world of crimson flames, Lorraine Hill didn't seem to feel the heat, but instead felt comfortable. She looked at the back of the flame-haired figure in front of her and said this.

"But, Lorraine..."

The pair of overlapping red pupils turned around and looked at the girl behind her, with hesitation and uneasiness in her eyes. It seemed that in her heart, the safety of the person beside her was more important than anything else.

"Okay, now is not the time to be willful. Keti, go quickly. It will be bad if you are late."

Although the outside world was still fiercely fighting, Lorraine Hill still said this. She looked at this powerful partner with clear and serious eyes.

"Okay." Seemingly seeing Lorraine Hill's determination, Keti had no choice but to agree. She hugged the companion who usually took care of her, and then her body spread out like a stream of flames.

With the intervention of three extraordinary Sequence 9s, the heavy rain in the underground world became more and more violent and colder. The dozens of turbid pythons that were dancing wildly before gradually condensed into a viscous state that was half ice and half water.

, and a wall of turbid black ice also began to condense.

Supplemented by countless turbid currents, this wall of black ice sealed the previous flame domain in the corner, and was stacked layer by layer, constantly increasing in thickness.

When they saw that the wall was so dense that they couldn't see the firelight wrapped in it, several Sequence 9s breathed a sigh of relief, and they only had to hold on for ten more seconds. When the vortex of chaos opened, everything would be a foregone conclusion.

Just when they let go of their uneasy hearts, the thick wall of black ice suddenly cracked, and rain of red flames fell from the sky, burning everything they encountered, whether it was metal, rock, or liquid. These flames were like

Like living creatures, it swims and chases all targets, swallowing them up, and then transforming them into intense light and heat.

A small number of mages in the square were stuck by these flames, and even those in Sequence 8 would struggle and die in despair in a helpless state.

"Damn it, is this a witch?" A Magic Sequence 9 was very unwilling. He stretched out his hand again, and rounds of silver clocks emerged from the atmosphere behind him one by one, as if he wanted to stop the spread of flames in this space.

.

Then, before he could fully unfold it, a burst of crimson flame light particles rushed straight towards him and passed through his body.

Time seemed to stand still and blurred here. After a few seconds, the body of the Sequence 9 suddenly split open and turned into dissipated gray and black embers.

Weidulu stared nervously at the flames that flowed like the wind, with beads of sweat streaming down his forehead. The extremely compressed water flow surrounded his body, and the thick and dull water mist enveloped the area of ​​several kilometers around his body, acting as a barrier and

Slowing barrier.

But even so, he still felt a sense of fear and uneasiness. This feeling had not been experienced for almost two hundred years after he became Sequence 9.

But at this moment, he did feel the weight of the legend. As the most terrifying flame witch among witches, this witch left a terrible name in history, and the number of Sequence 9 killed by her now probably exceeds ten.

In the other corner of the battlefield, Lorraine Hill was struggling to resist the rushing turbidity. After losing the protection of Keti's flame domain, she had to face this stormy attack alone, as if the ship would capsize at any time.

Small boat.

Fortunately, in this dark world, a raging stream of flames would always fly in from time to time to help her resist this ferocious filthy python.

Keti still didn't fight wholeheartedly. Lorraine Hill thought so, and the hairpin next to her ear was held in her hand, slowly blooming.

The unstable environment and the abyss underground took her a long time to gradually become aware of the existence of the star world.

The figure gradually rises, like an illusory object, faint and faint, with eyes full of twinkling stars.

When Lorraine Hill slowly rose, several Extraordinary Sequence 9s in the distant square also sensed this sudden existence. The figure that gradually broke free from the constraints of the world and space, breaking through layers of obstacles and rising,

It immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

"The Star Witch of Cranthia, Lorraine Hill." They said the name slowly, and saw a star rising in the dark underground space.

"Stop it, witches representing starlight." Two figures, one black and one white, appeared in the air again. They were the two witches who opened the vortex of chaos. Following their words, the entire space seemed to be swept by invisible fluctuations.

There was a pause, and then chains stretched out from the void. They intertwined and shuttled back and forth, tightly binding the rising star.

The stars swayed, the chains tightened, and the clicking sound continued to echo in the space.

"Stop, this is a closed door." The witch in white said.

"Bind it, it's a forbidden chain." The witch in black ended.

As the two witches exerted their full power, the starlight gradually dimmed, and Lorraine Hill's figure appeared in the sky again, turning from illusion into reality.

After all, she only has the strength of Sequence 6. Even with the help of the hairpin left by Trinasha, she can only withstand it for a while. After a long period of power confrontation, one against two, she still cannot break free of the layers of shackles.

Those dark golden chains are the product of power, which not only restrains Lorraine Hill from moving, but also blocks her power of miracles and starlight.

Seeing the silver-haired girl being tied by chains and slowly falling from the sky, countless crimson flames flowing in the air converged on the silver-haired girl again.

Lorraine Hill only felt a burst of warmth in her body, and then the dark golden chain melted into little bits of light and blue smoke, dissipating in the air. Keti's figure also appeared next to her again, protecting her behind her.

Although she was not seriously injured, it was a pity that Trinasha's hairpin in her hand gradually faded and could not be used again.

Seeing that the starlight witch was restrained, the other Transcendent Sequence 9 beings also breathed a sigh of relief. Although they failed to kill the new witch, fortunately, the existence of Lorraine Hill finally allowed Keti to burn everything.
To be continued...