The Amber Sword

Metisa didn't think much about it when she opened her wings, like a general subconsciously guarding her deployment. But she realized what she had done wrong when she saw the dead general who had attacked the black coat, looking quietly at herself - it stretched out its right hand, spiky metal gloves gripping the giant, pitch-black sickle and gently placing it on the ground.

Bai disappeared into her sight at the next moment.

The Silver Elf Girl subconsciously returned to the Long Gun, but it was a little late. She raised her head and the glow erupted on the wings of the Spirit as if it were a darkness, a cold, icy sickle that covered the light and then pulled out a black light from top to bottom - a 'clicking' sound, a silver lock chip, like glittering leaves falling, a rosy blood blooming a stinging red flower. Metissa looked incredibly pale at the wound that stretched from her shoulder to her belly.

When the spirit fell, she reached out her hand under the black cape and strangled her throat, pushing her arm forward, and the powerless Girl of the Silver Pokémon was thrown off her unicorn like a kite that had broken the line, banging on the ground. Raise a piece of dust.

At the same time, the Black Knight landed without a hint of emotion under his cold metal mask, calmly holding the sickle forward; the lunar blade cut out a perfect half-circle, the wind pressure swept away like a knife on all sides, temporarily returning to God and reacting to the mercenaries who wanted to come up to protect the female knight, beating the whole thing upside down.

The mercenaries screamed backwards, as if the sickle had swept through the straw and sliced backwards. When falling white, a vacuum semi-circle is formed within a radius of ten meters with its body as its center. The unicorn stopped in front of Metissa, but the Dead General knocked it down at will, and he looked down at the girl lying on the ground: Metissa lay quietly in a bloody pocket with a slightly silver look.

The girl occasionally coughs up blood foam weakly, and bright red blood falls all the way down her white, long neck, forming a striking red spot. The teenage girl could hardly feel her body, only felt the pain spread along her nerves, a kind of tiredness gradually grasping her mind, consciousness as if it was gradually moving away; but in the dimming view, the teenage girl saw the cold mask magnifying - squatting down beside her white, one hand grabbing her throat and pulling it up.

“Methisa, you haven't grown in yet ——” Bai said.

Silver Fairy Princess shook up and coughed up a breath of blood, “Cough, you--" she squeezed out the sentence, but saw white close one eye, and the golden flame burned in the other, looking at herself motionlessly.

Reading minds!

“Damn -” the girl bites her teeth and concentrates, and the rest of her soul's power seals the space around her body like running water. Reading minds can only read superficial thoughts, but they are equally shameful, and in the circle of uppermost wizards, only the shameless use such tricks.

However, the spell is widespread among the dark nobles of Madara, and Metisa is not familiar with these dead spirits who live behind the sun; if Brando pays one of the most here, the elf girl trembles in anger, as if she feels immense humiliation.

The Dead General with the sickle shook his head.

“Cough, no...” Metisa shook her head powerlessly, as if to break free from each other's pliers. She felt her consciousness gradually waning, but the cold feel of her neck - a metal glove with a thorn strangling the girl's throat - made her feel very uncomfortable. She knew she was dying, but she had to remind her lords immediately.

Looking at her unmoved, her golden eyes seemed to show a kind of mercy. When Princess Fairy shocked, she immediately felt like an invisible wall on the battlefield, rebounding her psychic senses.

Her mind was cut off from Brando's...

“You... cough...” Madisa coughed painfully.

“There are many ways to use the elements of the soul, and Madara's dead spirits have much to learn about developing them. And I'm no exception,” White, like catching a bird, squeezes the elf princess's neck, coldly answering, “Spiritual junction: blocking —— in this space I've opened myself, blocking all connections to the material world, and to come in or leave, there has to be more power than mine ——”

The white voice stopped and suddenly turned back.

He lifted his hand in one direction, and a red figure was like a flame from the ground, filled with a rushing lightning. ‘Bang’ made a loud noise, rowing several long arcs in the dark. Muffled, however, Sy had fired one shot at each other in the left hand and quickly retreated.

“There is also a gold-grade presence," said the Soul Knight, staring at the red-haired girl who stood in the distance. "That young man has a lot of men. ”

“Let her go...!” Sheesh looked at Metisa in his hand, biting her teeth and answering.

Cold snorted, dropped Metisa, and the opposite hand swung toward Sy. The red-haired teenager flashed slightly because she felt the moment suddenly detached from her field of view and could not be captured; but the next moment, the cold sickle had touched her neck - the impending cold breath with a tingle and a chill in Sydney's heart. She came a long way to see the scene of White and Metisa fighting each other. She thought it was the real power of the other, but she didn't think he was even holding hands before compared to this moment.

The power of this dead spirit is out of her imagination, out of perception - which, according to the young man, has at least the power of the Golden Peak. And in fact, only the Golden Peak can initially master the power of the autonomous development element, but the spiritual junction is invisible, so Sydney doesn't know that she has missed the best opportunity to estimate the strength of the other party.

But none of these ideas helped now, and Sy had to stagger her teeth at the last minute, avoiding the harm and letting the sharp edge of the sickle hit her back; the blade and her body, she was snorted out, but although the blow was much heavier than Metisa's, the red-haired girl quickly climbed over her shoulder.

God makes resilient natural protective and regenerative abilities far less than natural weak Pokémon.

“Huh?” Bai slightly stunned. He thought he should have killed Sy even if he had 80% of his strength. After taking a sickle, he didn't expect the other party to climb up like a nobody else. But if the black knight of one of the Four Apocalypse knights knew that the young girl with the long red ponytail in front of her had been subjected to a monster after the elements of chemistry - the earth god had made Ekmen lie down for only a week after a blow, and then jumped again, the sickle would probably have done its best.

It was undoubtedly the best opportunity for the two of them to leave the empty space where Metisa was, but the mercenaries became frightened after eating their previous losses and did not dare to go forward at this moment.

Sy grabbed her teeth and looked at these guys, and her amber eyes seemed to be burning.

However, Kronsia, the leader of the Rose and Alcohol Mercenaries Corps, was hesitating at the moment, and his long silver hair was covered with sweat beads on his forehead, the enemy was powerful beyond his imagination, and his heart persuaded him to leave at this time. But that young man is equally unpleasant, not only after the aristocracy itself, but also with so much gold-grade fighting power in his hands. I'm afraid no one believes that there is no deep background behind such a young man.

But as he raised his head, he immediately saw the elite skull throwers, under the command of the Sovereign Knight, begin to surround the battlefield with Metissa, who was badly wounded in the centre.

The tide is like a dead spirit.

Kronsia bit her teeth and finally made up her mind. Disobedience to Brando is likely to be killed, but at this point they have to face a more real threat. The dead party is clearly stronger. At least the black knight in the mask hurts the fact that Metisa and Sy are common to everyone. He took his sword and sheathed, ready to give an order to retreat, but he was just about to retreat and felt his clothes caught by a small hand.

It's that little girl.

The silver-haired middle-aged man lowered his head and saw Fania lifting her little face and looking at him with a big, deep, green eye, whispering, “Uncle? ”

Kronsia, of course he knows what Fania means. But what's he gonna say, tell this little girl that Uncle's getting ready to run? He opened his mouth and found himself unable to say such a thing because he couldn't help but think of his daughter when he saw Fania's serious face. Wives and daughters have died in insurgency, along the Eruin border, for decades, and almost everyone living in these areas has experienced the ordeal of war.

Middle-aged people close their eyes and sweat their heads cold.

“Captain?” Heart asks beside heart.

Kronsia opened her eyes and her eyes were filled with blood silk: "Take a bet. ”

Everyone around is a lump.

“Leave it to Martha!” Kronsia said with biting teeth.

“Success and defeat to Martha...! ”

The mercenaries finally made their move, pushing forward and colliding with a platoon of bone skeletons, the battle unfolded in an instant. The mercenaries closest to Metisa formed a human wall to protect the fairy princess, lifting her out of the bloodstream at the behest of a teenage girl - who shook her head so hard that she was about aware of her situation - but she immediately thought that she had one last chance to change the situation on the battlefield.

Metissa took a gentle breath--

……

Sy staggered with Bai. When she was injured for the third time, suddenly she heard the mercenaries shouting at her behind her back. The red-haired girl stubbornly wiped the blood off the corner of her mouth, and she turned around and heard the mercenaries shouting at her: "Attack the guy once with all your might! ”

One full attack?

What's that supposed to mean?

Sydney was slightly stunned, but her eyes immediately followed the crowd's eyes and saw Metisa sitting halfway there. The Silver Fairy Princess's eyes almost faded, but the last glimmer of burning hope in her eyes reached her heart, and Sy instantly understood each other's meaning. “Attack with all your might?” She raised the axe gun, Thunder's Gun - the tip of Lukos' gun immediately flashed a dazzling arc of light, and the red-haired girl danced the trident forward, stopping the approaching Sovereign Knight.

White.

Sy flattened the axe gun, and at that moment countless pieces of electric light emerged from her body, even the red ponytail spread away for a moment, and her hair floated up. She stared at the Horseman of the Dead, revealing her little tiger teeth.

“Seventh string--”

“The sound of thunder! ”

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