The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

“Really? You don't even know a puppet? I mean, what kind of remote human are you from? ”

Night Spirit looked at her like an idiot, "If this were a ghost, where would this slow swallow speed be, we didn't even have time to talk, it would have been torn to pieces. ”

As she threw up, she raised her hands and her sharp black fingernails came out.

Bloodthirsty and belligerent glow in those black and green eyes.

Though he knew he was going to die, the Devil's people worshipped bravery and never went forward!

Whoever backs off is a turtle bastard!!

The Night Spirit screamed and rushed straight up towards the two corpse puppets in the front.

Black nail polish swept through and the stinking smell of the nose burst out with rotting crumbs.

The Night Spirit grabbed the head of one of the dead puppets and dragged it down alive.

“Ow--! ”

But the next moment, her shoulder was bitten hard.

“Bastard! It hurts!! ”

Night Spirit threw away his head in his hand, and his claws grabbed at the body puppet behind him.

Fall back quickly on one side of your body.

But she had so little magic in her body that she was almost dry.

The claw swung, forcing the puppet back only two steps, but was immediately surrounded.

The Night Spirit is clear.

The worst of these puppets is not the lack of pain, the lack of fear.

Instead, they can't really be killed.

Night Spirit had just said she had solved ten dead puppets, but she knew it.

Those disgusting things will soon regenerate in another corner of Devil's Cloud Ridge.

And in front of this group of [corpse puppets].

If only ten or twenty were killed, the dead [puppets] would soon be resurrected.

The Night Spirit sees a nauseating monster approaching, and there is already despair in his eyes.

It's over!

Looks like she's definitely going to die in Devil's Cloud Ridge today.

Shit, I didn't get a bite of fresh meat before I died. That's so unhappy.

When the big mouth of the blood basin came together, the inner magic had completely dried up and the night spirit had not hidden, biting his teeth and standing in place, straightening his back.

Just the moment her teeth were going to bite her head off.

She saw a brilliant sword.

Pfft!

There seemed to be a slight noise in the ear.

Then the puppets that were surrounding the Night Spirit, trying to devour her, one after the other, rolled their heads off their necks.

Still at the feet of the Night Spirit, he grunted several times.

The Night Spirit turned his head rigidly and slowly.

In the eye curtain is a young girl wearing a bloody coat and slowly walking up in front with a sword.

What a strange sword she has!

Clear, transparent, almost invisible without looking closely.

Was it this strange sword that cut off the puppet's head and saved her life?

Night Spirit opened his mouth, so halfway back he found his voice, “You... chop your head off, it's... you can't kill these [corpse puppets], you have to... burn with magic. ”

Indeed, as the Night Spirit said.

The bodies without heads did not fall, but continued to shake forward.

On that broken, disgusting neck, there seemed to be an invisible piece of energy connected to the fallen head.

As his body advanced, his head flew off the ground and fell back into his neck.

The puppets are moving faster!

Night Spirit said urgently: “Forget it. Forget about me. Let's go. I think you're still doing very well. You should be able to escape by yourself. ”