"Rita...?"
Amelia yelled hoarsely.
She froze for a moment, her pupils dilated, and before she could see Rita's state, another arrow that fell from the sky pierced her shoulder blade.
"Chi!" The sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh and blood.
Blood suddenly seeped out in large strands, and the white gauze skirt was stained red with blood, sticking wetly into clusters.
Amelia bit her lip, suppressed the painful groan, and looked up at the middle-aged man who was walking slowly in front of her.
"Who is it!" Debra said with trembling voice, "We are the saints of the Light God Sect. Are you afraid of being hunted down by the God Sect if you dare to attack us? I can let you go."
The visitor laughed.
He walked forward a few steps, and walked from the haze to the sunlight. Under the black hood, there was a rotten skull face full of maggots. The eye sockets were empty, dyed with two green flames.
A knight exclaimed: "Necromancer!"
The arrow inserted into the shoulder slowly melted and condensed into drops of corrosive green liquid, dripping on the wound, making a creaking and corrosive sound.
Amelia was so painful that she almost fainted. She bit her lip and tried to stay awake. While covering the wound with one hand, she added healing magic to herself, and shouted: "Don't be dazed, run! !"
too strong.
This person is too strong.
The magic pressure spreading from the necromancer's body is overwhelming, mixed with countless innocent souls and bones, so powerful that it is incomparably powerful and invincible.
Amelia's heart was pounding, and the pain and dizziness from blood loss seemed to be dragging her footsteps with a hand, and she stumbled into the city gate with everyone.
"Rita! Rita is still behind!" Debra held Amelia's arm to support her crooked body, her voice was fearful and panicked, and she kept turning her head to look behind her.
Rita's slender body lay prone on the ground, and the surrounding ground was wet with blood.
The necromancer stepped over Rita, met Debra's gaze, tilted his head and smiled at her, raised the wand in his hand, and once again condensed a bone arrow, shooting it like lightning.
"thump!"
A knight fell.
This white bone arrow seems to have a tracking function, no matter how the target person dodges, he cannot escape the fate of being hit.
Seeing that the necromancer raised his wand again, the remaining knights gritted their teeth, turned around with their long swords in hand, and blocked the way of the mage.
"Master Saint, you go!"
Debra finally couldn't help crying loudly, grabbed Amelia's hand tightly, and dragged her into an alley.
Amelia's eyes were dark, and when she turned the corner, she looked up with difficulty.
The blood of the knights filled the entire sky, and the warm setting sun shone on their shining armor and blood, reflecting golden light.
"Go, go to the church." Amelia coughed up a mouthful of blood, and murmured, "There is a divine light there, and people from the undead department will burn if they get close."
But why is the road to the church so far away
The two girls cuddled together and staggered towards the distance. The slow footsteps behind them followed like a shadow, like a predator teasing its prey. It is always close and sometimes far away, but it always gives you a glimmer of hope of escape.
"What should I do?" Debra's voice choked.
This was the closest she was to death in her nearly twenty years of smooth life, and she was so frightened that she almost passed out.
"Let me go."
Amelia kept healing herself, but the wound was getting bigger and bigger, expanding outward, corroding the flesh, as if a hole had been opened in her soul, sucking out all her strength and life .
She cannot escape.
Amelia thought it better to live alone than to die together.
Although a little unwilling, but if everyone dies here, no one will avenge them.
"Let me go." Amelia repeated, with a faint smile on her pale face, she took her arm from Debra's.
Given how much Debra hates her, if she offered to bring this up, Debra should be happy to accept it, right
Amelia thought casually, almost firmly waiting for the affirmative answer.
—but Debra grabbed her hand again.
Debra's fake smile mask was broken all the year round, her eyes were full of tears, and she held onto her hand tightly: "Who do you think I am? Am I the kind of person who is so cowardly that he abandons his companions?"
"Amelia, let me tell you, don't think that you are the only one who understands righteousness, I can do it too! I will never lose to you!"
Why fight in such a strange place.
Amelia wanted to laugh a little, but the tears flowed down first.
She sniffed, and held Debra's hand instead, "Okay, this is what you said, and I will hold you even if I die later."
Debra spat at her: "Bah, then you'd better let go."
Amelia couldn't help laughing, as if endless power poured into her body from the hands she was holding, she gradually forgot the pain and followed the footsteps of her companions.
With hope, time seems to move faster.
The endless escape finally came to an end, and the next corner was the church.
However, the footsteps behind them were getting closer, and it seemed that the Necromancer had finally decided to end this cat-and-mouse game and take their lives.
At the speed of life and death, the two people's running steps suddenly stopped.
-"she?"
Amelia and Debra gasped, looking at the skinny witch in front of the church door who was supposed to be on the torture device in the basement.
The skinny witch stood crookedly on the steps, her wounds were not fully healed, red and yellow blood was still dripping, her clothes were torn, and a pair of bloodshot eyes looked at them from the messy hair.
"What is she going to do? How did she get out? Is she trying to get revenge on us?"
Debra said anxiously, the figure of the Necromancer was just a dozen steps away, looking at them with a half-smile, approaching with a breath of death.
And the only way out was blocked by the witch who came for revenge.
There were wolves in front and tigers in back, and Debra dragged a wounded patient, facing the dead end and collapsing, she wanted to cry.
"What do you want?" Amelia tried her best to speak, pursing her lips and looking at the witch.
To the surprise of the two, the witch moved away silently, her voice hoarse and low: "Go in."
Amelia was stunned for a moment, met her cold gaze, suddenly understood something, and rushed in, dragging Debra who hadn't reacted yet.
Debra: "??? Huh?"
Debra and the witch passed by, those eyes full of hatred scratched her body, as if they would pounce on her in the next second and devour her flesh and blood.
But the witch did not move after all, just kept looking at her like that, let her pass by, entered the church, and closed the door loudly.
As soon as she stepped on the floor of the church, Amelia couldn't hold herself back and collapsed. Her long white dress was dyed red, and her injured right arm was numb from the shoulder blade to the fingertips.
Debra hugged her waist, helped her under the statue, and leaned over to check her wounds.
"Boom!"
There was an explosion-like sound outside the church, and the whole house shook.
Debra was startled: "What, what's wrong? They're fighting?"
"It seems to be." Amelia saw the mess outside through the gap in the window.
"Why did she help us?" After being safe for a while, Debra couldn't help but start conspiracy theories: "I beat her like that before. She didn't take the opportunity to run away, but she came to help us. What's the situation?"
Amelia remained silent, her eyes drooping and wrapped in bandages.
It's for gratitude.
She was softhearted at the time and let the two innocent girls go, and now the witch is willing to save her life.
It's just that the necromancer is powerful. I don't know if the witch can win
- The answer is obviously no.
The skinny witch can't even beat Amelia, let alone the stronger Necromancer.
After a loud noise with the sound of water, there was no movement outside.
A long silence.
Amelia pursed her dry and pale lips, and comforted Debra who was holding her tightly: "It's okay, he can't come in, this is the residence of the gods, and necromancers can't come in..."
Her voice was hoarse, and she didn't know whether she was comforting Debra or comforting herself.
"despair."
A drop of water fell from overhead.
Amelia was taken aback.
The water droplets fell on the ground, red and white twisted together, like... brains
She looks up.
At some point, the necromancer had already stood behind them, smiling and looking down at them with his chin propped up.
Amelia:! ! ! !
"Go!"
She pulled Debra, who hadn't reacted yet, and rolled out.
"What are you running, can you run away?"
The invisible barrier opened from the necromancer's body, sweeping across the two people's bodies, paralyzing them like an electric current, and they collapsed to the ground within a few steps.
The necromancer laughed loudly, half-sitting on the statue of light, with one leg stepping on the eyes of the god, and the dirty soles of his shoes unscrupulously trampled on the pure white jade surface.
He is blaspheming.
Why? Why didn't the God of Light respond? Necromancers are stepping on your head! !
Coming soon! Kill him! !
Amelia lay on the ground, raised her head with difficulty, and the despair in her eyes grew stronger.
Debra's eyes turned red all of a sudden. She let out a roar, her slender fingers firmly grasped the ground, and the fingernails were clasped to cover, and five streaks of bright red blood flowed out.
The god who has been revered and loved since she was conscious is being ruined in front of Debra, which makes her even more crazy than killing her directly.
"Don't be impulsive!" Amelia grabbed Debra, gritted her teeth and looked directly into the empty eye sockets of the necromancer: "What are you going to do? Why don't you just kill us!"
"Kill you?" The necromancer looked at her and tilted his head: "Kill you, how can I lure that little mouse behind you?"
Amelia was taken aback, what little mouse
The necromancer looked at Amelia, who was puzzled, with a half-smile, and had no intention of explaining her confusion. Instead, he turned his eyes to another girl who stared at him with resentful eyes.
He shook his head, and the two faint green flames jumped for a while, seeming to be smiling cheerfully: "Good job."
"my daughter."
He raised his hand, and the pale bony fingers pointed in the direction of Debra, who was full of astonishment.
At the same time, the wind carrying the smell of Amelia's blood crossed the city wall, crossed the dense forest, and finally reached the elf after a long journey.
Alfonso stood up suddenly, his blood-red eyes opened, and he looked into the distance where the breath was blowing.