"Stupid woman, it's all your fault."

North pulled out the thorns growing out of his chest, ignored the fleshy balls underneath, and attacked Hermione directly.

The steel-like courage dispels the fear and desire spread by him, and the masculine flames combined with the black flames directly burn away the filth.

With firm eyes, Hermione raised her sword and blinked in front of North. She slashed him away with her sword, and a large flame ignited on his body.

The flesh thorns below protruded upwards, but Hermione dodged them directly. What responded to the flesh thorns was fire and thunder.

"You deserve to die, you ruined our Yansil, die to me. The great mother, the incarnation of order, the master of desire, the high-dimensional...

After the flesh-thorn ball finished speaking in the ancient language, it quickly began to mutate, and the tumors protruded and swelled, as if giving birth to life.

Arousing desire, the aura of decay and decay... came together, the thorns of the fleshy ball turned into thorns, and the tyrannical aura surged.

Hermione swung her sword into the void, and large pieces of the fleshy tentacles were chopped off and burned to ashes.

There is also a power of confinement in the space. Is it to prevent myself from using mirrors to jump?

She smiled and said, "What if you call a lot of hidden existences? Will they care about you? They have already failed."

It’s a disaster for me! What’s the use of restricting these?

The ground cracked and bulged out, intensifying the shaking. The water column sprayed out became thicker, and the flood gradually spread.

The sky has been completely covered with flames, and dense thunder and lightning and storms are raging here.

The meat ball's tentacles were destroyed by her as soon as they grew out. The ground below cracked open, and thunder and lightning struck it downwards.

The fire tornado full of flames directly absorbed it and became extremely huge, pouring the flames from the sky into it like a funnel vortex.

Inside Murray's house, he stood in front of the canvas with his two children, and the color on it had completely fallen off.

Hermione's original outline was also blurred, and flames gradually appeared and burned it away.

The cracks in the ground continue to expand, and except for the temporary structures, other places have been destroyed.

"It's still too forced!"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Murray touched the children's heads and led them to disappear into an oil painting, and then the oil painting disappeared.

The subsequent floods caused by the disaster submerged the place including the burned canvas.

In Edmond's yard, he stood on his keelboat and lowered the straw sail. The strong wind lifted the sailboat with its huge mast into the sky.

"I did it, I really did it, it flew."

He kept raising his hands and shouting, and then disappeared into the flames under the red mist.

On the chaotic water surface of the square, North held a blood-red sword that exuded poisonous gas and broke through the flames and attacked Hermione.

His sword was constantly flushed with blood, covered with a layer of filth, and exuded poisonous gas that could exterminate all living things.

"Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Hermione slashed North with a sword and flew him away again. Fire, storm and lightning swept up and engulfed him.

I don’t know why, but the negative effects of the red sword are very small, and I understand my own thoughts, and it seems that it is really something at home.

In addition to being filled with the thrill of fighting and the desire for war, she felt that she could now command an army.

In an instant, we arrived at the forest cabin, and the old man inside was gone.

She checked the cause and effect, and sighed. He could never get rid of it, so let's destroy this place and let him get rid of it.

The traces of Perec have also disappeared. Also, unless someone protects him like her and Dermot, he will be lost here.

Thinking of 'Natalia', she helped herself block that fatal blow. Who is she? It's a very familiar feeling.

In the end, no one could save me. I thought of the broken and fragile spirit body and the scene where 'Natalia' was shattered.

She raised the red sword formed by the weather warlock's characteristics and returned to the square, looking indifferently at the hybrid of North and Yulia Little who was trapped in the storm flames and thunder and lightning.
Chapter completed!