When the girl mentioned her father, the dwarf felt sad and felt sorry for Sophie. Flint patted the girl's hand. He wanted to help Sophie pull the blanket that was gradually sliding off her back, but he really hated standing on tiptoe.

What does it feel to the palm of an old blacksmith over 200 years old to touch? I'm afraid it's rougher than gravel, but Sophie holds it with gratitude. The continuous and irrepressible trembling made her panic. The existence of the old dwarf is quite helpful for stabilizing her emotions.

Isabel killed a lot of demons with one stone, but more bad guys didn't know where to go. For this reason, Flint stayed to accompany the girls. The dwarf was a loyal and reliable partner. Only with him, Lyon, dared to leave with confidence.

Sophie spoke very quietly, which was harder to understand than whispers. Flint had to focus twelve points to understand Sophie's words. It would not prevent Flint from caring about them if he had long legs.

"Child, I..." I was very sorry to almost blurt out the words.

But Sophie only stared at the fire, and obviously fell into memories again, so the dwarf continued to be in front of the audience.

There are time limits for mental control magic, and with the spell caster's intentions, the person who was hit has basically recovered his freedom. However, the attacking spirit was lost. When the blood gradually cooled down, the soldiers carefully examined the kind of demons they were facing for the first time. These monsters that came out of the old lady's story did not use weapons, did not wear armor, had no rules of war, and had no possibility of communication. They looked strange and ferocious, and were the only thing they had in common.

Antonia stood in the middle of the battlefield and became the mainstay of resisting floods and beasts. Without her, there would be no front line. But the soldiers finally needed command. The knights who could speak either fell into a hard struggle or were either lost in the charge just now. Sophie wanted to give orders and shouted a few times. Unfortunately, no one paid attention to it. Who would listen to a woman who didn't even wear armor on the battlefield? A few infantry showed signs of retreating. Sophie saw more than a whole weapon on the ground, and the coward who deserved to be hung!

A knight must come, preferably a duke. She searched for her, her eyes stayed in a swaying alley with vague figures.

Francis was still faithfully a slave. The snake demon had exchanged body fluids with him. This level of bond could only be achieved by the priest exorcism. The knight firmly guarded the alley, leaving his saliva to wield the black sword. Ashley tried to bypass him several times but failed.

The long sword slashed the shoulder pad, leaving only a mark. It poked the breastplate, and there was no depression. Francis's whole body was wrapped tightly, with no flaws at all. After being controlled by the snake demon, the knight acted like a zombie, tireless and fearless.

The place where the two fought was only a wall from the church. The demon's chanting became louder and louder, and the skeleton throne inside the bone gate became clearer and clearer, as if within reach. A huge werewolf sat upright on it, and two horns grew on the top of his head. Different images represent different emotions. The demon prince was eager to kill a big fight. He was tired of the same kind of flesh and blood and planned to exchange for something fresh.

Such a guy can't resist it if he enters the mortal world.

Ashley slashed at the knight's forehead with a sword. Francis wore a helmet and just lifted up his face armor. Even so, he still raised his sword to block it. Ashley used all his strength to smash the sword as a war hammer. The black sword intersected with the iron sword, and the iron sword broke, but the inhuman force also smashed Francis lost his balance and retreated. The succubus raised his foot and kicked the knight down, then jumped over and kicked the weapon given by the snake demon, and stepped on the knight to make him unable to get up.

"Give me your weapon!" Ashley turned around and asked for the Duke's axe gun.

William did not move, and watching Ashley attacked Francis was enough for him to suffer. Now he had to offer the murder weapon with both hands, which he could not do.

"Give it to me! Do you want to kill everyone?" Ashley was anxious.

Even if he defeated Frances, how could he deal with the group of demons with a higher rank than her? Ashley didn't know that, so he could only take one step. At least he could rush in and interfere with the summoning ceremony and buy time for the stupid dragon.

The roar of the night sounded particularly loudly in the alley, and the vibrations on the ground showed that the dragon was still fighting.

The possessed knight raised his hand to hug Ashley's boots, as if he was planning to lift the succubus. His right hand suddenly pressed his left hand and gritted his teeth and shouted at Ashley: "Kill me, hurry up and do it!"

Of course, the Duke of the petition of his confidant beloved general heard. He limped forward with an axe and gun, and the sadness made the wrinkles on his face more obvious.

"Please let me do it, Miss." William no longer shirked responsibility and asked others to bear his conscience debt.

The snake demon's magic trick controlled the knight again. He twisted his body and wanted to escape from Ashley's feet. There was not much time left for the Duke. He really hoped that he would have the opportunity to say goodbye to Francis.

Duke Bernard raised his axe and gun and looked at Francis' face. This face looked very much like when he was young. When his brother died, his younger brother would follow him. He eliminated the distracting thoughts, raised the axe and gun high, and aimed the tip at the knight's chin, just to leave Francis with a relatively complete remains at the funeral.

The night was taller from head to toe than three floors, so of course she could see the trick in front of the church door. The bone door was about to take shape, and the highest point was above her head. The night was nervous just by imagining the big guy coming from the other side.

She almost escaped, but the dragon was also at the top of the food chain, which was particularly respectful. She ran away in front of so many people and left Duke Bernard and his daughter alone. The dark night could only go through the ravine and become a beast that was chased by others.

Antonia took a big breath, and the part close to her jaw expanded more than twice. The black dragon suddenly opened its mouth, from left to right, and any demon that was stained with magma would become disabled even if it was not dead. There were not many low-level demons left. After being touched by Hei Ye, no other demon dared to come forward to challenge the dragon. Even the big guy with a bad temper would shrink into the shadow of the building and refused to come out.

The battlefield situation returned to balance, and the dragon was able to free up his hands to deal with the guys in the church. Time was urgent, so she did not take off again, but tightened her wings and raised her head and crashed into the church with a siege of ten times the siege cone. She left footprints of varying depths on the road, but unfortunately the demons on the dragon's charge route were all stepped into some kind of irrecognizable minced meat.

The dragon triggered a small earthquake, and Ashley couldn't stand firm, let alone the Duke. Francis took the opportunity to overturn the succubus and rolled and crawled into the church. Sophie ran over and helped the Duke up and handed his father over to others to take care of.

No matter how pity William cherished his daughter, he knew that now was the time to do his best. It was like siege, if he didn't do anything in one go, it would only increase casualties. The knights would not leave Fengjun's daughter and let her fight alone. The duke was taken away, and more than a dozen knights who could still fight were simply arranged in formation, and the sound of demons chanting spells in the church was rough and difficult to understand, as if they were biting a bone. The walls of more than one person could not cover the bone gate, and everyone saw the werewolf covered with black hair inside.

This horror has long exceeded the limit that ordinary people can tolerate. If it weren't for the oath of loyalty in front of the statue of the Virgin, the Knights might have run away completely. Ashley didn't want so much. She picked up the axe and gun left by the duke and left without a word. No one followed the rest, including Sophie, and there was no natural warrior. The knowledge of the day after tomorrow will make people even more timid.

Sophie gritted her teeth and walked forward. There were only a few magic left. Sophie was much different from the sophisticated and skilled combat mages of the Empire, the knowledgeable scholar mages, and even the black robe that could not be shy. She was just a lady taught by a third-rate wizard that her father found from prison. She had never had a practical experience before going to the Horn Castle.

But she had to take the lead, just like her father. The walled courtyard gate was dozens of meters away, and the wooden gate had been smashed to pieces. One was lying on the ground, and the other was gone. She took one step at a time, and after about seven or eight steps, the knights surpassed her, followed by infantry, and men rushed into the church. The social place where the former gathered and prayed was unfortunately reduced to the battlefield of inhuman monsters.

The blessing of Chaos Wind is still left. Every time Ashley kills a similar person, she becomes less like a human. She fights like crazy, and when the faceless person comes to the mortal world, the church judgment will only be the smallest problem she faces. Perhaps because of the axe gun, the Burgundian warrior recognizes Ashley with wings and chooses to fight side by side with her. The night also broke through the obstacles of the demons in the front row and approached the Bone Gate.

In order to survive in the pile of demons, humans followed Ashley, who turned back to the succubus, and moved closer to the dragon. At the critical moment of life and death, all prejudices were false. With the snake demon watching from the side, the lowly ones tried their best to block the dragon. However, the night did not need to move forward any further. There were a total of six high-level demons, two Barolo flame demons, two six-armed snake demons, and two mysterious devils, standing at the six corners of the six-pointed star. He saw it very clearly that as long as one was killed, he could destroy the summoning technique. To be on the safe side, the black dragon took a big breath again.

The hot lava was sprayed out from her mouth. The temperature of the jet was so high that it burned the air around it into white mist. The demons were all selfish. Among the six high-level demons, only one of the flame demons was spit out because of their backs facing the dragon. The others jumped away before the black dragon waved their heads and allowed the black dragon to destroy the magic circle. The door frame made of white bones lost its power to maintain and became a pile of rotten bones on the ground.

Win? Sophie's eyes widened, unable to believe it.

All of them ran away, and the big demon gathered next to the snake demon, as if he was planning to resist stubbornly. Ashley sneered twice and was about to walk forward. The door of the church was pushed open, and both sides turned to see the unexpected guest that suddenly appeared.

As soon as he looked at it, Ashley was so scared that she couldn't hold her weapon, and her heavy axe and gun fell to the ground. She really looked like a man. If her skin was not brown and her head had no horns, she was actually quite handsome.

"He" was holding a nun in his arms, with his soft breasts half exposed, and his long fluttering hair hanging to the ground. He must have been a beauty during his lifetime. The long-horned man lowered his head and moved his mouth, like a kiss and flirting. When he raised his head, the blood dripping on his chin and the biting flesh in his mouth scared Sophie. The mage retreated repeatedly until he leaned against the thick legs of Heiye that she felt a little relieved.

The nun was not dead yet. With the victim's scream, the man chewed a few times and swallowed the meat into his stomach.

"Tasteful." It commented.
Chapter completed!