Chapter 142: Frey's Great Wisdom
The bleak autumn wind was chilly, the colors of the sunset were gradually swallowed up by the gloomy clouds, and dark gray and black began to permeate the world.
The dense forest was filled with an eerie atmosphere of darkness, and the thin light was increasingly unable to dispel the deepening shadows all around.
The Saint of Destruction's breathing was rapid and low, and she staggered through a forest.
Now she has waited until the cooldown of [Forced Dispel] is over and removed all the statuses on herself.
The throat finally no longer hurt like a knife, and all the abnormal conditions such as reduced treatment and blood loss were also lifted.
Her footsteps kept stepping on the soft soil, which was slippery and cold.
She just needs to hide a little further away until dark, and recover her condition a little. When the Blood Lord wakes up, she will have the capital to borrow the power of the blood clan and fight back again.
At least two people must be slaughtered tonight... Their stomachs must be ripped open and hung in the church to let them die in agony! It would be best if... the half-demon duke girl who has always been with Lanqi could be captured, her skin and flesh scraped off, and spread on the banquet table in the church, so that Lanqi who comes to the church tomorrow morning can witness the duke girl's most miserable and ugly death.
Could he still maintain that indifferent look? Just thinking about Lanqi's expression when he saw that scene, the Saint of Destruction couldn't help but tremble at the corners of her mouth.
Even if she still couldn't kill Lanqi tonight, she would wait until all of Lanqi's minions were plucked out and he was left alone. Even if Lanqi had more epic cards, he would no longer be a threat to her! And the detective who only had muscles in his head would probably find the prompt information of the shadow world as soon as he arrived in the town, and then return halfway in disgrace.
He was probably very happy, thinking that his teammates had solved all the problems in advance.
However, he would never have thought that the moment he climbed up the cliff again would be the day of his death.
The Saint of Destruction would stand guard at the edge of the cliff, watching the detective climbing up bit by bit, and cut off his hands with the Blazing Demon Sword, causing him to fall 800 meters down the cliff in astonishment and despair and turn into a pile of meat paste! "You were wrong... You shouldn't have provoked the Resurrection Church... and met me..."
The voice of the Saint of Destruction was cold and cruel, mixed with vicious determination.
However, while thinking this, the Saint of Destruction did not notice that something seemed to be wrong under her feet.
Her feet suddenly felt empty and a feeling of weightlessness instantly enveloped her whole body.
The next moment, it was as if I fell from the physical world into nothingness.
The deep, dark hole in the ground was like the throat of a monster in the dark night that swallowed her up instantly! "Boom!!!"
With a loud bang that shook her eardrums and brain, she fell heavily into a pit several meters deep.
She fell into the pit, her body shaking in pain.
“Ahhhhhhhh!!!”
The sharp poisonous sting in the pit penetrated her skin, her muscles, and reached her bone marrow.
The face of the Saint of Destruction was distorted, her pupils shrank violently, and her eyes were filled with disbelief and fear.
This is a third-level earth magic that can instantly create holes in the mud.
But this hole is not the most deadly thing. The scary thing is that the hole is full of poisonous thorns and traps.
Then came the pain, the sharp pain that felt like thousands of needles piercing her flesh, and her screams filled with endless agony echoed in the jungle.
At this moment, her trembling eyes saw the shadow above the pit extending continuously.
With ghostly steps, every step seemed like the whisper of death.
A tall figure slowly appeared. He stood there quietly, like a statue carved in the darkness, motionless, his long robe fluttering in the wind, looking down at the Saint of Destruction in the cave.
When the Saint of Destruction saw the man's face clearly, her heart seemed to be tightly grasped.
It was a face she was familiar with.
Standing on the edge of the pit, holding a heavy crossbow in his hand, his face was looming in the shadows, and only the purple pupils above the half-closed sunglasses were like the cold night sky, always indomitable.
Frey looked at the Saint of Destruction as if he were looking at a struggling elk.
The Saint of Destruction's eyes widened with disbelief, and her heart instantly sank into an icy lake.
The world around me became silent again.
All this seemed to be happening in slow motion, cruel and ruthless.
"Why are you..."
Before the Saint of Destruction could finish her words, her shoulder was pierced by a heavy arrow that came through the air and nailed to the wall of the pit, followed by another shrill scream.
Frey stood at the edge of the hole and shot her an arrow without saying a word.
Although the number of arrows is limited each time it is brought into the Shadow World unless a battlefield card maker repairs it, it is an armor-piercing heavy hand crossbow with a slow firing rate and each shot is extremely deadly.
“Why are you here?!!!”
The Saint of Destruction breathed heavily and roared at the top of her lungs.
"Are you stupid? According to the mechanism of the Shadow World, you shouldn't climb mountains to solve cases."
Frey asked back as if doubting the intelligence of the Saint of Destruction.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
"……?"
The Saint of Destruction listened to Frey's matter-of-fact tone.
I felt like my IQ was rubbed hard on the ground.
She thought again of the detective who had jumped off the cliff without hesitation this morning and fooled everyone.
I finally understood that this detective just wanted to change the psychological pressure on everyone in the morning, and then handed everything over to Lanqi in the sword tomb. The detective then turned into a hunter, waiting in the jungle for the fish that slipped through the net, and has been squatting there until now.
"Give up resistance. My strength is definitely superior to yours now."
Frey replaced the heavy crossbow with new arrows, and the crossbow was pointed directly at the Saint of Destruction. The cold arrow tip exuded a strong breath of death.
“Haha…hahahaha——!”
The Saint of Destruction fiercely pulled out the arrow on her shoulder, letting the blood and flesh splatter. She raised the flaming magic sword and laughed crazily, "Let's die together!!!"
After realizing that she had been played around by these two people today, the last string in the Saint of Destruction's spirit seemed to break.
Whether it's Lanci or Frey.
Such humiliation is too much for her to bear!
Even if she dies, she will kill this detective who has played tricks on her!
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In the hall of the cathedral, everyone's hopes were like the afterglow of the setting sun, about to sink into the dark night.
In the corner under the rose window, another resurrectionist, the Imperial Priestess, who was still being watched over by Hyperion and her guard sister, finally woke up slowly from her coma.
She saw that the people in the church were full of depressed expressions.
He looked around at the seriously injured and exhausted challengers, as well as the disappeared Saint of Destruction.
She then raised her head and laughed crazily, knowing that the Saint of Destruction Adalis had successfully left after severely injuring them.
Tonight is the time for the blood sacrifice! Thanks to the leader of Mu Bai Jin Yu! This chapter is an extra chapter, and will continue to be updated as normal at 9 pm! (End of this chapter)