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Illusion in Blood_2 It’s not that the young lady didn’t wish to teach, but this type of advanced application obviously wasn’t sothing that a spiritual energy rookie like Murphy could master in a short period of ti.
She took a deep breath.
Her black hair dashed about wildly in the disordered forest wind, yet she stared fearlessly at Old Feinock across from her, provoking him with her cold voice:
“Scum of the old faith, stop pretending to be forced into battle!
Didn’t you fall to this point because you broke your vows and turned your weapons towards the people and state you swore to protect ten years ago?
What a grand national faith, to actually collude with those fools from East Prussia and instigate a rebellion!
Is it our King Louis who instigated you after your suppression and turned you into a holess dog?
The whole Posya Confederation was dragged into the ten-year war because of your stupid rebellion!
You bear a share of the chaos and darkness that you now despise!
What were you, the self-proclaid paragon of justice, doing at the ti?
Participating in the rebel massacre of the Ice Bay and the Sax Mountain people?
Or leading riotous mobs into Bourbon and burning that Pearl of West Lan to the ground?
Your words—throw them back at you!
All you’re going through now is what you brought upon yourselves!
Do you know why the Blood Vulture Clan deliberately tortures captured witch hunters?
It’s not that we are naturally cruel, but it’s your own people in West Lan who are secretly paying us to do this!
Unexpectedly, it’s not us who hate you the most, it’s your own kind.
And you guys…
Deserve it!”
The young lady may not be so talkative normally, but she really had a knack for harsh words.
She pointed out the core of the problems in just a few sentences, leaving the old knight speechless and only able to silently raise his holy blade and take the offensive to end this aningless debate.
The young lady threw a crimson spear that was deflected by the White Knight’s sword.
In front of the holy blade burning with purifying fire, all of Phemys’ skills and knowledge were rendered useless.
In less than a minute of resistance, her arm was severed by Old Feinock and she was bound by the vines summoned by the White Knight.
“Sharp-tongued girl, rest now.”
He murmured, then swung down his holy blade.
Phemys closed her eyes in despair.
She could feel the scorching purifying fla pouring down on her, maybe the next mont would take away all her life.
But the expected pain did not co.
The surprised young lady opened her eyes and saw the oak-decorated holy blade standing still in front of her head.
The purifying fire coating the blade was quickly fading, revealing a smooth blade with elfin words and a very old and sacred oak cross-guard.
“Are you insulting ?
Ah…
kill !”
The young lady, her usually pale face now flushed, swallowed.
She thought that this big-eyed, thick-browed old knight was mocking her.
But that was not the case.
Norfick’s face showed no emotion, but he was also surprised inside.
He was not deliberately mocking this little vampire.
The purifying fire on the holy blade self-extinguished, and the blade, which had been screaming at the vampire in hatred a mont ago, suddenly fell silent.
It was as if the holy blade was hesitating about whether to hurt this midnight evil.
How is this possible?”
The old knight was shocked.
The oak holy blade in his hand, one of the three blades of the old faith, the Protector, passed down from the elves, was a divine item and the one that detested “Eternal Sinful Descendants” like vampires the most.
How could it have withdrawn its power after slaughtering the Midnight Hunters like slaughtering chickens just now?
He stared at the petite vampire in front of him, then thoughtfully sheathed his sword.
Under Phemys’ wide-eyed gaze, he took out a black seed and pinched her sowhat baby-fat cheek, forcing her to swallow it.
“Cough cough”
The seed dissolved as soon as it entered her mouth, its strange taste making the young lady cough violently.
She yelled:
“You…
What exactly did you feed ?
Lowly bastard!
How could you treat a young…Ah…”
“What do you see?”
Finoc paid no mind to the young lady’s struggle; the old knight held Phemys’ head, demanding:
“Tell , what do you see now?”
“Get lost!
Shaless creature, I will not…Ah!”
The young lady clenched her teeth, refusing to respond.
However, the seeds seed to carry a strong hypnotic and disorienting effect, creating illusions before her eyes as if the entire world had turned upside down and twisted.
She could only vaguely hear Old Feinock’s inquiries.
“Tell , child, what do you see?
Describe what you see!
It’s crucial for both of us!”
He kept asking.
Phemys, on the other hand, felt her mind wandering in a chaotic scene, vaguely seeing herself walking among crisscrossing starlight.
She swayed her head haphazardly, stuttering:
“Blood…
I saw blood…
A tree…
Sprouting from an endless pool of blood…
Without leaves, only branches…
A tree…
What is…
What is that?”
“Snap”
Her response made the old knight narrow his eyes.
He decisively released the young lady from the clutches of the bloodsucking vine and threw her towards the ground in the distance.
The violent impact woke the young lady from her bizarre vision.
She looked up weakly to see the old knight had already sheathed his sword and was marching deeper into the forest.
“Why?”
She cried weakly:
“Why did you let go?
Are you humiliating ?”
The question made the old knight stop in his tracks.
Without turning around, he muttered in a deep voice filled with a hint of exclamation:
“Ask your father when you get ho, poor little girl.
I didn’t spare you; it’s just that your future fate is miserable enough.
Letting you live…
is the best punishnt!”
His words raised even more questions in Phemys’ mind.
However, she felt as if all her strength had been drained.
She could only watch helplessly as the monster who single-handedly slaughtered her entire team disappeared into the shadowy woods.
The humiliating and bitter taste of defeat compelled the young lady to clutch the mud beside her in agony, she scread in fury after a few seconds of silence.
“Ah!!!”
Then, this scream unexpectedly summoned an aid that she didn’t even anticipate, its effect was miraculously akin to the whistle summoning spell of a pet trainer.
“Yo, young lady, are you alright?”
Murphy’s voice rang out from not far off, and then the small players rushed out from the woods that had returned to normal.
They gathered around the young lady who was lying on the ground in an unsightly defeated posture.
Instead of helping her up, they chattered in a language she couldn’t understand.
“Bast…
Bastard!
Murphy!
Control your impertinent servants!”
When had the young lady ever suffered such humiliation?
She was already injured and feeling weak, being made fun of by a bunch of child players made her cry out in anger and frustration at Murphy.
Murphy sauntered up to her, extending a hand to help her up and saying:
“These are just how my servants are; impolite, uncivilized, but warm-hearted.
Don’t be angry now.
You need to rest…
Oh, she fainted…
What a fragile young lady.
My warrior Bull Bull, co here!
I appoint you as the young lady’s personal knight!
Carry her.
Let’s go ahead and see.”
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