Four hundred and fortieth chapters city on the city
The fluffy brown hair floats up and down in the green ocean, like a group of water plants drifting with the current.
A mantid waved a huge machete, vibrating its wings, and fell from the sky. When passing by this group of 'water plants', its scarlet giant eyes turned, noticing this 'impurity' in the sight, and chopped it down with the long knife in its hand.
The pitch-black blade landed on the group of 'water plants' with a sound of piercing the air and an afterimage visible to the naked eye.
But contrary to the Mantid's expectation, the blade did not feel any resistance at all, as if it was cutting on a ball of foam, easily cutting the thick wicker under the ball of 'waterweed' into several sections.
The group of 'water plants' quietly appeared dozens of meters away from the mantid, and continued to move forward as if nothing had happened.
A dangerous aura flashed in the mantid's huge scarlet eyes.
On this battlefield, what is most indispensable is the impulse of violence and destruction that surges from the deepest depths of everyone's heart. Regardless of monsters or wizards.
It roared sharply, jumped up, and the end of each step was on top of the fluffy brown hair. Then it danced with a long knife. The tip of the knife contained a breath of destroying everything, and a layer of Amaterasu flames ignited on the dark blade.
, it is a flame that can burn the soul and will never be extinguished until the soul returns to ruins.
This sword was already the mantid's all-out sword.
Seeing that the black blade was about to land on the shaggy brown hair, a golden stream of light suddenly appeared and stopped under the black blade. Then, with a pick, a flip, and a sweep, the black blade flew into the air, and flew up together.
Has a mantid's triangular head.
Until the last moment, it didn't seem to understand what happened, and there was still a hint of ferocity and confusion on its long and narrow face.
"boom!"
A ball of blazing flames appeared out of thin air, covering the triangular head. In the blink of an eye, the mantid's head completely disappeared from the world, leaving only wisps of blue smoke that drifted away in the wind. Its remaining limbs
He fell to the ground, relying on his nerve reflexes, and finally struggled a few times before being entangled and torn by the thick willow branches that came after hearing the news, and finally dragged deep into the ground.
"Damn big willow tree!"
A rude voice cursed: "It's just slipperier than a loach... Jing Muyan, go faster next time you light the fire, don't give your opponent a chance to eat extra!"
"The premise is that you can stop those big willow branches that are jumping around." A calm male voice replied: "According to the combat requirements, I can only deal with the demon heads first."
"Stop arguing."
The golden stream of light drew several elegant circles in the air, and finally stopped in front of the fluffy hair, revealing the appearance of a small golden sword. The sword light vibrated, and a hazy wizard figure emerged:
"Whose child are you? Why are you running around on the battlefield!"
Although he couldn't see his face clearly, anyone who heard these words seemed to see a face with a frown and stern eyes.
The fluffy brown hair belonged to a little witch with a round face.
She was wearing a black robe. Although the style was very new, the robe seemed a bit big, and the corners of the robe dragged between the thick branches, making it seem a bit cumbersome. After hearing the wizard's question, the little witch picked up the corners of the long robe and raised her head.
, showing a confused face.
After a long while, she slowly asked: "What?"
"Whose child are you?" Another rude voice sounded impatient.
This time, the little witch seemed to have gotten rid of her previous semi-sleepwalking state, and there was a hint of clarity in her eyes: "I am... the child of mom and dad... I am looking for dad and mom."
After saying the last sentence, the clarity in her eyes seemed to be a little more clear, she said softly, looked back at the tall inner castle wall in the distance, then sighed slightly, and looked at the collapsed castle on the left again.
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Those were the ruins left behind after the previous battle between the Dean of Starry Sky Academy and the Captain of the Iceberg, two great wizard-level beings.
The little witch sniffed, the clarity in her eyes disappeared again, her expression was blank, she murmured, and repeated her previous words: "I'm looking for... daddy and mommy."
Before she finished speaking, her figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.
The next second, when several wizards found the little witch again, the shaggy brown hair had appeared dozens of meters away, holding the corners of her long robe, stumbling around, getting closer to the collapsed ruins.
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"etc……"
A thin figure stretched out his hand, as if trying to grab the little witch's robe.
But immediately, the blurry figure formed by the golden sword raised his hand to stop his teammates.
"Don't waste your energy."
The vague figure stopped her with a low voice: "She is dead, not even a ghost... What we see is just her last obsession... So, don't interfere with her last thoughts."
Several figures appeared silently behind the golden hazy figure, silently watching the little witch's retreating back.
"Damn hell!"
"No...it's a damn monster!"
Several thick willow branches, with a hint of wind, fell down diagonally, and a little cold light bloomed at the top of the willow branches, like a criss-crossing spear battle formation. The figures that had just emerged were penetrated directly by the willow branches, but no trace of blood was left.
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The hazy figure converged back into the small golden sword. The sword vibrated and let out a long, low roar. Then golden light shot out, cutting the willow branches into pieces of wood.
This is the battlefield between wizards and demons.
It is also the place where life and death are closest.
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When Zheng Qing told Jiang Yu and Black Cat about his decision.
The black cat looked a little surprised.
The witch showed a nonchalant expression.
"The defense on the city wall will be left to you two," the boy looked at the witch apologetically, and then looked at the black cat, with a serious expression on his face: "...please."
"whispering sound."
The black cat tilted its head, raised its paw, and swung it. Three light red slashes flew out into the air, like three rainbows, and struck down heavily, killing a 'Migo Emperor Insect' that had just jumped and its
Several thick willow branches beneath him were chopped into pieces.
Then the black cat turned around with an impatient look on his face: "What did you just say?"
Zheng Qing chuckled and turned to look at Jiang Yu: "...If Principal Ruoyu or Mr. Zhuge come back, you can tell them what happened. This is my decision alone... Don't worry, I will be careful."
"etc!"
The witch grabbed the sleeve of the boy's robe and hurriedly rummaged through her shoulder bag: "Get ready first, get ready... Merlin is on top! There are monsters down there, you can't just rush down like that."
Zheng Qing hesitated for a few seconds.
Then he grabbed the witch's hand and pulled back the sleeve of his robe.
"Prepared is a good word,"
He forced a smile, and then looked back at the chaotic battlefield below the city: "But we can never be fully prepared, we can only try our luck... While I still have enough courage, pray for me."
As he spoke, he blinked, took a step back, took a deep breath, leaned back, and fell down the city wall.
The witch stretched out her hand and grasped it twice in the air.
The palms of my hands were cold.
"God bless……"
She murmured and repeated these four words, rushed forward, lay on the crenel and looked down.
In just a blink of an eye, the boy's rapidly falling figure disappeared from her sight.