Mrs. Quentin, whose face is even more delicate and bright than a flowery girl, took a step forward. At this moment, she was only about one meter away from Augustine, but what bothered her was that even if she learned that the new nobles of the Inquisition were to make a ruling on her, she could not easily attack her after occupying an advantageous position. In the nearly 50 years of dark history of the Holy See, no powerful man could be safe and sound after launching a substantial attack on the high-level judges of the Sacramentary Department. Most of them were dragged into the torture hall and could never see the sun again.

Mrs. Quentin, who is a minor in the Irish Book of the Dead, quietly sang her delicate white little finger with "Our final redemption" to calm down her restlessness and try to make the last effort to restore the deadlocked conversation. "Do you really want a woman who is quietly doing small business on the Champs-Elysia Witch Street to enter the Sacramentary Department and then be purified?"

"There are many eyes watching you identify whether I am qualified to stand in White Elephant Castle. Is the young and beautiful Lady Quentin willing to let them down?" Augustine also stepped forward. The two were less than half a meter apart, with strange eyes. He almost whispered the answer in Mrs Quentin's ear, and was as intimate as a lover's murmur of lovesickness.

"Despicable." Mrs. Quentin shouted, and her graceful figure, which meets all the beauty's visual requirements, quickly retreated and slid backwards on the ground for a distance. It is hard to imagine that the big burden of the pair of murderous weapons on her chest can burst out with such amazing agility in an instant. The chest of her simple but not boring dress was broken, and the ivory white strapless bust that wrapped in turbulent waves seemed to be shaking, and the gorgeous style was visible at a glance.

However, an unforgettable weapon appeared in her left hand. Unlike a spear or a knight sword, it could not even be classified as any swordsman's sword. The four Solomon-style chrysanthemum sword worn by the mysterious warrior in the Orange Auction were already amazing enough, but the special metal weapons in Mrs. Quentin's hand were even more remote, similar to the "mixed" of short spear and dagger. The sharp blades were intertwined with several red and black lightnings. It was this mafia who helped Mrs. Quentin block Augustine's unexpected attack.

The young magician's hands were still motionless and condensed large elemental balls, red fire elemental balls, black water elemental balls, fire and water were not single elements, but they were one of the best states when many cumbersome basic elements were fused. Like lightning, they belong to the [Gabriel sequence], which are several golden forms that can allow a single element to exert the maximum energy after superimposing it. Some awkward arcane and gamma can condense metal or even dark gold out of thin air, but that requires quite complex chanting and hard exercise.

Augustine lowered her head and looked at the two spheres created with her hands using gloves. The diameter reached a terrifying 40 cm, which was 4 times that of her previous peak state!

All of this is his masterpiece after he escapes his dependence on the Titan Longan staff, which is amazing.

Mrs. Quentin rushed forward suddenly, not straight lines, but S-shaped s-shaped s-shaped s-shaped, like a fierce wild cat with light steps. The hybrid weapon finally removed the influence of the remaining lightning and showed a sharp edge.

Whether it is a knight, a samurai or a bounty hunter, fighting a magician who is not invincible is closer to one meter from a win that is within reach.

Augustine did not want to give her a chance to fight in close combat. The red and black spheres splashed out two dazzling lightning bolts of arms. One of them faced Mrs. Quentin, who was sprinting towards her. The location was extremely accurate, almost equivalent to seeing Mrs. Quentin's seemingly chaotic and disorderly progress. The other red lightning rose into the dome of the hall in a zigzag manner, and then suddenly fell rapidly and hit Mrs. Quentin, whose body was blocked by the black lightning.

"Our final redemption comes from the Queen Dorothy who holds the power of death and guards the tomb. I choose to surrender to you and give my servants the source of the spear of San Carlo."

Mrs. Quentin, who had originally insisted on not exposing her heretic identity, looked at the black lightning that was rushing towards her like a giant python, frowned slightly, and recited quickly. The dark golden runes on the thumb of her right hand burst into bright light, and 7 almost transparent ancient books appeared beside her. They were seven Irish undead books that had been passed down for countless years. The seven undead books blasted Mrs. Quentin the moment before two lightnings containing huge destructive power hit Mrs. Quentin, surrounded her in the center of the circle, from flat to erect. Each blurred sacred undead book spread out pages, successfully blocking the rapid collision of the two lightnings.

Two of the spiritualized Irish Books of the Undead bombarded together with lightning, and the remaining five books of the Undead flew behind Mrs. Quentin, while she continued to rush forward, trying to kill the damn magician with one blow.

In the colorful bombardment, it seemed that the heavy pair on her chest was the most attractive to the eyes.

Not heavy? Not tired?

Augustine sneered at the corner of her mouth. When she arrived at the castle of Shinig and entered the cosmo that the empire's powerful people sneered at, he felt that it was necessary to liberate and comfort the pair of toys that must have a great feel.

After the second sprint, Mrs. Quentin was only four meters away from Augustine. With the unknown mixed cold weapon, she was already wary of her being sure that after getting two meters away, she would no longer be attacked successfully by that unreasonable guy. Her character like the assassin and bounty hunter has always had excellent desire and control over distance. Although she did not understand what the motivation of Augustine's standing origin came from, Mrs. Quentin was unwilling to give up this opportunity. Her intuition told her that the young consul who had improved the capacity of the nuclear weight but was not too exaggerated.

This is the fatal weakness of magicians that have been severely criticized by other major professions.

Without sufficient nuclear weights, a magician who is physically strong is a rat at slaughter in front of the butcher knife of the assassin and bounty hunter.

The interval is only 3 meters.

Mrs. Quentin narrowed her eyes, waiting for the fatal blow to Augustine and his dying struggle.

In fact, she didn't want the child to die prematurely, but she didn't reject him from dying at her hands. After all, this dark giant in infancy could be worth countless Caesar gold coins.

2 meters!

Mrs. Quentin instinctively made a beautiful and gorgeous 90-degree turn. Sure enough, Augustine knocked out a lightning column with a diameter of two meters out of thin air, and directly penetrated the ground with the southeastern territory of the Holy Empire.

After the turn, Mrs. Quentin was about to harvest her head one second before she retracted the weapon that was about to be stabbed out and rolled sideways.

The second lightning column of the same size crashed down.

Mrs. Quentin, who was a little embarrassed, looked panicked and did not speculate on how abnormal the capacity of Augustine's nuclear weights was expanded to. The third and fourth lightning columns hit her feet almost at the same time. Each one was a slight difference, extremely thrilling. The map hall, which could be called a work of art, was opened by four large Augustine lightnings. Mrs. Quentin retreated again and again, as if she was forced to play a game of cats and mice. She was finally completely aroused.

She kept her half-squatting posture, raised her head and stared at the calm guy in the distance. Her right hand, which was engraved with dark golden runes, suddenly pressed against the ground with her thumb, and five Irish undead books containing mysterious power protected her head, because she knew that the fifth lightning pillar would inevitably hit this position, and silently chanted a spell in her mouth, praying for strength to Queen Gama Saint Doroth: "The great Queen of the Undead, servant Quentin-Florence begged you to erect the tombstone for me to imprison the sinner."

As expected, lightning exploded at the book of the undead as she expected. After the roar of piercing the eardrum, an energy wave radiated in the air.

Almost at the same time, five stones like tombstones were erected beside Augustine, 3 meters high and 2 meters wide, full of spells.

The beautiful hall was completely devastated at this moment and almost became a ruin.

Mrs. Quentin looked at the center of the five tombstones of the dead, closed her eyes and increased the force, and the arm that was close to the ground was sinking an inch deep, and said in a deep voice: "Accept the sigh of the dead!"

Five tombstones suddenly accumulated together and burst into powder in an instant, floating in the clean and gorgeous hall a few minutes ago.

The dust settles.

But it was not Augustine's bloody corpse, but a young consul intact.

The observers hiding behind the scenes couldn't help but exclaim, light or heavy.

"Naughty little cat, it's time to go home." Augustine smiled.

Mrs. Quentin was angry, but she laughed instead of anger. She stood up and patted the dust with a charming voice, "I can't catch you, and your lightning post can't attack me, let's just waste it."

"Little cat, your master runs very quickly." Augustine sneered, and in the blink of an eye, he jumped to Mrs. Quentin with the agility that only the Great Knight could burst out, and the latter retreated in a hurry.

But in a hurry, her physical strength was as good as Augustine who exploded after being charged. Moreover, her back smashed several lightning poles at an awkward time at an awkward time, completely blocking the space she was wandering. The distance between the two was instantly pulled to two meters. This was really a funny picture. A young man considered to be a pure magician approached a little gamma master who was close to an assassin or bounty hunter at an amazing speed. He was stuck on his abdomen by two super-large and dazzling magic balls. Augustine looked at the angel face full of surprise and smiled and said, "Be obedient."

The two red and black magic balls burst out with violent light, intertwined and bloomed.

Mrs. Quentin's pupils shrank, but she had no time to resist.

Bang!

In the White Elephant Castle, the mysterious and powerful Mrs. Quentin was blown away by Augustine.

The most creepy thing is that before Mrs. Quentin landed, another particularly thick lightning chain fell from the sky, and nailed the beautiful woman who would have hit the wall of the hall directly to the ground.

Not only that, when the tenacious Mrs. Quentin wanted to struggle to get up, one after another, lightning bolts quickly smashed down, and the only remaining Irish book "Notes on the Cemetery of Helen" was also destroyed. The small dress on her body, which was not cheap, was shattered, and could only cover some sensitive parts. The two slender thighs exposed to the field of vision and a part of her plump breast were so white that it made people saliva.

Some of the black-bellied nobles who watched the whole drama behind the scenes were involuntarily numb.

Such bloody means can indeed be done only by the miscellaneous parts of the Sacrament.

Of course, the Hualu Manor would not let the situation deteriorate without limit. A group of about twenty high-level entourage knights of Greenspan immediately emerged, led by two powerful palace dragon knights, eyeing them covetously.

There is a row of stained glass windows on the wall near the cliff of the building, which was suddenly smashed by a huge head.

A white giant python, which was probably at least ten meters long, spitted out a scarlet tongue, and its head and a piece of torso penetrated into the hall in a destructive manner.

A little girl sitting above the white python's head is more delicate and charming than any baby princess.

The glass slag on the floor fell on the floor of the hall, and it was another magnificent and thrilling scene.

A group of knights opened their eyes wide and their mouths wide, not daring to move.

Augustine walked to the dying Mrs. Quentin, crouched down, carried her on her shoulders, completely ignored Greenspan's entourage knights and walked towards the gate.

Alice, who was pale, held the cup of warm Ceylon Heights black tea, bit her lips tightly, and bloodshed.

Pass by.

At that moment, Alice burst into tears.

Suddenly, Augustine stopped, took two steps back, took the exquisite tea cup with just the right temperature from the desperate Miss Alice, and smiled gently: "Alice, thank you for your black tea. Next time I will visit Hualu Manor as your personal magic teacher."
Chapter completed!