"Which woman?"

Imprisoned in a special 'skull', Afrey's mind asked doubtfully: "While I was sleeping, what deal did you make with that guy who was clothed in light but full of evil?"

Blood Witch: "He borrowed the prison I built underground in the Blood Forest and imprisoned a poor woman in it."

Her skull made a clanging sound, and she regretted: "If we hypocritical people call her pitiable, then she must be really pitiful."

"That was a woman born from a defiled holiness. She was supposed to be a rare demi-angel, but only the Pope remembered her past."

The blood witch stared at the mirror, took out a glass of aged vampire wine with her left hand, and tapped her gloved fingertips on the wall of the glass, "She was deprived of memory by the Pope, and only the remaining part cannot be separated. She is absolutely loyal to the divine light in her heart."

Emotions. Moreover, she was transformed by the Pope's magic, and she was forced to retain her identity as the White Crow Saint. She was killed repeatedly, and then reborn again as a parasite in a new body.

Although she had been reborn many times and was tainted with evil thoughts due to death, that woman still helped the Holy Son because of her inner emotions... and even wanted to escape from the Temple of Light, which made the Pope feel intolerable."

The skull moved its thin hand, took out the wine glass filled with blood from the mirror, and spit out a butterfly-like mouthpart from its open mouth, "I seem to know who you are talking about, the White Crow Saint

Female Andrea, right? I remember that every time she was reborn, a princess would die. It is obviously a painful thing, but in the eyes of others, it becomes glory and kindness because of the Pope. It is really sad."

"There is only one White Crow Saint who deserves to be remembered."

The Blood Witch removed her fingers from the cup wall and raised her bright red lips, "You say she is pitiful, but it still tastes good when you suck the brains from their skulls."

"The brain contains light and darkness. She cannot be reborn unless she absorbs all the evil. We are helping Andrea and those innocent girls who died tragically."

The skull extends its mouthparts and slowly sucks blood gracefully, "Besides, I only absorb the skull and brain. More parts will either be eaten by you or transformed into various perverts. None of us are good people."

Alfred's brain hidden in the skull sighed softly, and the soul fire staring at the mirror flickered in his eyes: "He hid the White Crow Saint in the underground prison of the Blood Forest... The sudden arrival of this light mage was probably because

Get acquainted with the Holy Son of Light. Do you want to 'let' the White Crow Saint be rescued by waking me up now?"

"Of course. You see, this light mage is purifying our fallen ones right now, but the Pope has not punished us at all. It was he who violated our contract first." The eyes of the blood witch showed anger, "What's more, I am guilty of this.

His request caused the Avatar to leave the castle... only to suffer the consequences of being purified in the Earth City."

The Blood Witch looked at the skull that stopped absorbing blood and suddenly trembled, "Whether it is the light that is burning in the blood forest at the moment, or the light that purifies our incarnations. Don't you think we should be angry when the incarnations we finally created are destroyed?"

"As an ally, his performance was really poor and he completely failed to fulfill his original promise."

Afrey in the skull absorbed the blood in the cup at once, "I can feel that the pope's light is very calm at the moment. He seems to be creating something... We can't leave the Castle of Blood because of him. The Sinker wants to seize that

A light mage will suffer heavy destruction. Even if the woman is allowed to be rescued, it only means that we abide by the rules, and the light cannot blame us."

"To minimize the loss, let him know that allies will also be angry, and we can't do it too obviously."

Afrey in the skull lowered her voice, "If you guess that he may be looking for that woman, then he should be more subtle and let some sacrifices be blasted to open the passage. If they go underground and find the white crow, they can't

If you use the secret space props that you left, seal them in the prison with your blood. As the price for trespassing into the blood forest today, those 'little bugs' are also hungry.

No matter what the outcome is, remember to take the initiative to inform the Pope of the matter, whether he comes or not is his problem."

"you're right."

The Blood Witch put down the empty wine glass and whispered to the skull: "Just leave it to me for the rest. You should continue to rest."

Afrey's brain in the skull sighed softly, "It feels like he is planning something. Pay attention to safety. Since that prison has been lent to the Pope, what will happen has nothing to do with us."

"Since they are going to save the poor White Crow Saint, let them keep their courage and rush in... What will happen next has nothing to do with us, and it just saves some trouble."

After the instructions, the soul fire in the eye sockets dissipated, and the skull returned to its normal state. When the blood witch took it off from the candle tip, the skull immediately turned into an ordinary weathered stone.

The blood witch put the skull into the magic mirror, and then used a secret method to erase the traces of its existence in the brain. The split mental power was condensed into a hand that reached into the bottom of the foot. In the small mirror that had been dark just now, she took out a bright and bright bird.

.

The Blood Witch took out a piece of light stone, and the sleeping bird immediately woke up. It grabbed the light stone with its claws, flapped its wings and floated in the air. Its golden eyes stared at the Blood Witch coldly.

"I don't have a suitable place for living in the light. Sleeping is also for your safety. If you want to be angry, you can only blame your master."

The blood witch snorted lightly, took out a parchment and wrote words on it with a quill. After folding it, she handed the parchment towards the flying bird and whispered casually: "You have to go back quickly, otherwise my blood forest will be destroyed."

It will be destroyed... As for that woman being rescued, it has nothing to do with me, after all, my fallen person hates light the most."

The bird flapped its wings, looked into the Blood Witch's eyes, and after a moment, silently carved heavily on the back of her hand.

The blood witch's delicate skin cracked due to the sharp beak, and a large amount of blood gushed out. The blood witch hissed, and the scroll fell from her hand. The light-clad bird immediately opened its beak and caught the parchment, leaving its beak and flight feathers contaminated.

The dripping blood turned into an illusory figure when he turned to leave, turning into ripples of light that traveled through space and returned to where the owner was.

The blood witch stared at the place where the bird left with resentful eyes, wiped the blood on the back of her hand with her other hand, and used magic to heal the wound. Because she wanted to maintain her beauty and elegance, she kept calm, suppressed the words she wanted to curse, and finally

Just a silent condemnation: "Damn guy, just as annoying as him."

She didn't think too much about the reason for Feiniao's behavior at this moment, she just assumed that Feiniao was angry because he was forced to sleep and was locked up for too long.

The pecked wound healed completely within a few seconds, restoring the skin's original delicacy. The Blood Witch's conversation with the brain lasted less than five minutes. She saw from the picture projected in the mirror that the dragon had already taken the two people on its back.

Companions, began to approach the underground prison.

The blood witch tapped her fingers lightly on the magic mirror, and the contact between her fingertips and the mirror looked like ripples. The ripples of blood were pushed away layer by layer, and the blood forest silently changed shape following her movements.

Outside the Bloody Castle, the originally tight, suitable distance between the black dead trees was suddenly widened. Salad stretched out his wings and flew cautiously in the forest, condensing multiple sharp gravels into arc-shaped apertures and rotating around him, controlling the mud flow to stop it.

Everything close to them perishes.

Isidore held the silver-grey staff in his right hand, and the tip of the staff emitted golden light due to magic power. Prayers and blessings condensed into a mark that only Isidore could see, guiding him to find Andrea at this moment.

Through remote contact with Violet, Isidore and Camos, they all know that the battle in the City of Earth is over. There are too many Sunkens in the Blood Forest, and they cannot be solved by just the three of them. Now that they have arrived

One of the main reasons has been successful. As long as Andrea is successfully found, their plan for today will be successfully completed.

"Just underground where we are at the moment, the entrance seems to be one of the dead trees. I still need a little time to confirm."

Isidore raised the staff in his hand, with the intention of forging light magic to make the flames stronger and directly burn the dead wood and the ground. However, the moment he raised the staff, he suddenly felt a strong darkness coming.

"Be careful, something seems to be approaching -"

Isidore used props to remind Camos and Salad in their minds. He stood on the back of the dragon and turned slightly sideways. His eyes under the hood looked towards the place where the darkness gathered. When he raised his staff, a sudden surge appeared in the dense forest.

A black mist emerged, from which flew out a bunch of strange and deformed monsters with a pair of small wings on their backs and frog-like heads.

The strangely deformed monster has a body shape similar to that of a frog. It is one meter long, half a meter wide, and has a bulging belly.

The monster's frog-shaped head has a pair of gray eyes, and the skin all over its body is covered with fishy mucus. Not only does it have a pair of transparent dragonfly-like wings on its back, but its limbs have also been transformed into deformed bones. It looks like

The same animal leg is divided irregularly, and there are multiple twisted long tails similar to tongues on the inner side of the slightly thick thigh.

A large number of transformed frog-shaped monsters jumped out of the black mist. They flapped their wings vigorously, kicked hard in the air with their tails, and pounced on Isidore at full speed.

When he heard Isidore's call, Camos immediately turned sideways and looked towards where the monster was, and at the same time placed the sword of the brave in front of him.

"Ouch!"

Salad and Camos had a spiritual connection. When Camos raised his sword, he immediately roared loudly, breathed out the dragon's breath and sucked the sinkers together who jumped out of the black mist, and controlled the turbulent flow of mud and dragon's breath with the intention of sucking the sinkers together.

Crush.

"Something doesn't seem right."

Isidore looked at the stirred and fused mucus in the dragon's breath and the expressionless eyes of the frog-shaped monster. He paused the thought of light ignition and continued to calmly say in the minds of Camos and Salad: "I can't identify these.

What kind of monsters? They give me a very strange feeling, as if they are already dead and are moving due to some secret method.

Even though he was sucked into the dragon's breath, he didn't resist at all... We can't see any reason why we can't let this weird transformed monster get close to us."

"I also feel very strange. But from just now, it seems that something has been spying on us secretly."

Camos also calmly passed the props and quickly communicated with Isidore and the others in his mind, "I can understand the reason why Guangming does not appear at this moment. Maybe it is because he is aware that the flower of time is recording, and does not want Guangming's hypocrisy to be changed.

What a revelation. As for why the Blood Witch didn't appear, I can't think of a reason. It's obvious that we've all been here a long time ago... and there are just too many perished ones around.

The higher-level Sinkers are already hiding, as if they are waiting for our physical strength to run out."

"Their souls were so sad when they were purified, and the gratitude that was conveyed to the soul made me feel heavy. In short, we should deal with these weird guys first, and don't let this modified monster get close to us, so as to avoid unknown consequences.

"

Camos: "Sarad, please gather them all together. Mr. Isidore, please cooperate with my actions. The person monitoring us may not be the Blood Witch, but it may also be the light. We must act as soon as possible."

"The soul here...I will cooperate with your actions."

Isidore responded softly in his head, pursed his lips and silently chanted the spell.

Salad roared with a dragon's roar, controlled the dragon's breath to sweep across, and sucked in all the strange frog-shaped monsters emerging from the black mist.

Kamos held the hilt of the Brave Sword tightly with his right hand, and quickly stroked the blade with his left hand. The Brave Sword erupted with light as he moved, condensing arc sword energy.

Salad guided the dragon's breath away from himself, like a tornado controlling the monster to stir in the dragon's breath. At the same time, the wings on his back flapped with great force, setting off a more violent storm to clear the surroundings. Kamos calmly watched the frequency of the dragon's breath, and then held the sword.

He slashed horizontally with all his strength, and arcing sword energy flew out from the blade, powerfully chopping the middle of the dragon's breath into two halves in an instant.

Camos tilted his head slightly. Without any reminder from him, Isidore immediately pressed down the staff in his hand, guiding a piece of pure light to strike the divided monster.

When the holy light touched the mucus, the blood witch's fingertips in the castle drew long marks on the mirror. Then all the frog-shaped monsters' eyes glowed at the same time, and the surrounding sinkers fled frantically at the same time, away from the increasingly weird situation at this moment.

Frog monster.

Seeing the Sunken One's reaction at this moment, Camos and Isidore immediately felt something bad in their hearts.

"Ugga~"

The light-stained mucus was absorbed by the chopped frogmen, and their swollen bodies fell in the air, making strange sounds from their mouths, and the tongue-shaped curly tail behind them twitched crazily.

"It was my error in judgment and something was wrong."
To be continued...