He didn't want to go back to the past and be kicked around like a bug by those officers.

"I am the noble Viscount! Stop!" He stood there, his eyes bloodshot, and he swung the long sword in his hand, pointing directly at the girl in front of him.

Facing the sudden shouting of Viscount Moreau, Lorraine Hill finally felt a hint of danger, as if standing behind the door and hearing someone turning the keyhole, which was the trace of the movement of power. In this moment, Lorraine Hill

Her body turned into a lilac fluorescent light and flashed away, avoiding the sight of Viscount Moreau. And then behind her, a long and narrow silver iron stretched like ice.

The original stone floor turned into silver pure iron, smooth and strange.

[Silver-Iron Transformation], Viscount Moruo finally used the abilities attached to the holy object.

But this attack did not leave Lorraine Hill behind. He glanced angrily again, hoping to find the girl's figure in the darkness. Unfortunately, there were not many torches left on the ground, and the scattered and weak sparks were not at all

Not enough to illuminate the surroundings, the darkness is like a monster of nothingness, devouring everything around it.

Viscount Moreau nervously held his sword and moved in small steps, preparing to find an opportunity to join the butler behind him, one of the few loyal subordinates.

However, this time, Lorraine Hill planned to take action.

The lavender fluorescence flashed in the air, and before Viscount Moreau could react, a sword light cut off his head.

The sword blade cut on Mo Ruo's body, bringing out large sparks, as if cutting on thick steel, full of resistance, and after the sword blade passed, the shallow wounds were closed together again, melting into pure steel, as if

Never been attacked.

"Hahaha, it's just that. It scared me." Seeing that the other party couldn't hurt him, Mo Ruo shouted excitedly, and his original worries were swept away.

"This is the power of the 'holy object'. No wonder it is so beautiful." As if he had reacted, he grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and then swept across it suddenly.

The silver steel extended outward from the sword light, and extremely thin steel formed in the air instantly, dividing the underground space into two isolated parts. Then the steel fell, and a sound of struggling and tearing was heard in the distance.

"Is it there?" Viscount Moreau, who was holding the long sword, rushed over again. The long sword in his hand slashed wantonly in the air. Steel was formed in an instant, and the world was dismembered and broken into pieces, forming isolated spaces.

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Chapter completed!