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But at this moment, Merrittra had no strength to fight again. The sharps of her hand, Lednard, disappeared, and the head was smashed to the ground, as if it were a stray dog. The black blood flows from her body and gathers on the ground, slowly flowing, freezing, and solidifying, forming a strange pattern. She gasped, but still raises head, looking at Brando with an unbelievable look:

“Why… how could you not die!?”

She had already burned out the lights at the moment, as if only this obsession had supported her to gnaw her teeth and shouted this sentence.

Brando glanced at her and hesitated and silently retracted Earth Sword: “The one who knows you the most, in addition to yourself, has your enemies.”

“Chouren?” Merrittra gave a slight glimpse.

And a cold voice took over Brando’s words and answered the question on his behalf: “I can get the same injury under this gun.”

The silhouette of a young girl seems to be coming out of the air out of thin air. After the coldness that haunts her side slowly dissipates, the first revealing is the long black hair with Feng Feiyang, a prismatic crystal on her forehead. The glory of the captain. The girl looked at the Merrittra on the ground with a condescending gaze, and said quietly:

“Not to mention that part of the power of Mirza is still in my hands.”

At the moment of seeing this girl, the inheritor of the month of lies, the fraudulent witch, the believer of Kouha, and Merrittra were shuddered by their own control.

……

In the shadow country, the solitary hill, in the field of the golden sea, Sword Saint of Grey Mephisto suddenly startled slightly, then put down the sword in his hand, the desperate witch Agathris attack is like a starry sky, bombarded unreservedly to him, but these attacks When you touch the grey area around Mephisto, you are all assimilated and disappeared. Agathris saw this scene, his eyes flashed a trace of color, slightly lifted the eyebrow, she took a step forward, but after considering it for a moment, he took back his hand and slammed it off.

For a moment, the fierce battle between the two sides ended at the same time.

“Sword Saint of Grey, sure enough, name is not in vain.” Agathris replied faintly, even this praise, filled with a high sense of pride in her tone.

But Mephisto didn’t care about it, just looked at the Queen not far away and replied: “It seems that your plan is a bit embarrassing.”

Constance looked a little bit dull. Through contact with Witch Queen, she used to know everything that happened in the past, but she was just snorted, staring at Mephisto’s eyes, as if she was staring at the grey scorpion. Come. If at this time she still doesn’t know that she is on the other side, then she is not called Constance.

“Archduke, it seems that you already know this result?”

Mephisto does not say a word.

“How do you know all this, could it be that who vented it? Is it An Wei?” Constance shook his head. “This is impossible. She can’t betray that person, but only she knows it all, Who told you all about this?”

Mephisto seemed to get some kind of pleasure from the doubts of the Queen’s majesty. He just turned around and looked at Constance, said with a smile: “This world is not only a smart person, Constance.”

……

(ps: Yesterday I didn’t know what was wrong with the typesetting. I deleted the last word of Merrittra, so I turned people into Meriette and drunk.)

Time turned back three days before Ludwig Baron Castle was inside a different courtyard…

Brando accompanied Nemesis and Ciel’s to this courtyard, which is located in the courtyard behind the castle. The entire courtyard is covered by a lush oak tree shade. Under the oak, a woman with a black hair shawl sits In the wheelchair, the sun sprinkled mottled shattering light on her through the branches. The woman was motionless, standing beside her, standing next to a silver-haired lady who was extremely tall. Ms. Yinfa is Ms. Yinlong Mystryl, and the woman in the wheelchair can be seen as a beautiful woman from the body, but the exposed skin and face are extremely terrible, covered with traces of burns, a piece of necrotic brown skin. It is molting, and the new red new skin left behind after the suede is extremely disproportionate to the white skin elsewhere.

If any other woman has suffered such a blow, maybe it will be mad because of the big blow, but the daughter of the prime minister, Delphine, is quietly sitting in a wheelchair. Her eyes are already smashed, leaving only the eyelids shrinking. In one group, but the other eye is as calm as usual, and the deep rays of light are hidden in the depths of the purple scorpion, as if this huge disaster did not happen to her and had no effect on her.