Chris, who was on his last breath, felt the hydra Kilika's dozen or so tentacles disregard his corrosive blood as they wrapped around him tighter and tighter, even fusing with him as they dissolved. He looked at Simon and sighed, "Why can't I avoid them even with your speed?!"
"I don't know." Simon struggled madly, but realized that his limbs were not listening to him at all. "I feel like I've lost control of my body, as if I sent myself up …"
The tentacles wrapped around the two of them and sent them to their master. The Blood Mystic sighed. "Thank you for not jumping up and down anymore … I can have a good meal again."
Chris and Simon shuddered slightly.
The Blood Mystic smiled and said, "You know, ever since I was hit by the dwarves' damn cannon, I've been a little weak."
Under Chris and Simon's fearful gazes, the Blood Mystic gently finished her last two words.
"Need supplies."
The next moment, the Blood Mystic stretched out her hands and stroked their faces with a smile.
"Absolutely not!" Katerina's expression was solemn. "This black coffin was named after the God of Dark Night. What makes you think that a prisoner imprisoned by a god would be safer than the Blood Mystic?"
"Of course, turning into dozens of sticky, moving pieces is really the safest," Serena said sarcastically.
Thales lowered his head and weighed his options, but a voice suddenly came from behind him.
"So, who exactly is inside?" A gentle voice came from behind them.
The three of them shuddered and turned their heads.
They saw the Blood Mystic standing on a tentacle made of broken limbs and blood, smiling at them.
Thales resisted the urge to look at the wriggling, nauseating, broken limbs and various organs on the tentacle. Then, he felt figures flash by his sides.
"Hey!" Thales only had time to shout one word as he watched the two sisters' figures leave.
However, he immediately saw, to his shock, Katerina and Serena shudder at the same time. The two of them jumped down from the black coffin uncontrollably and walked towards the tentacles under the Mystic's feet.
"What's going on?! What did you do to me? "
Katerina trembled as she walked forward step by step. Shocked and furious, she fell into the bloody hole formed by the tentacles. "Where's Simon?"
"Idiot, isn't it obvious?"
Serena also shuddered and moved. She was convulsing as she was wrapped up by the tentacles. She gritted her teeth and said, "She's controlling our bodies!"
"I've just recovered some of my strength … It's been a long time since I last used it, so I'm not very familiar with it yet." The Blood Mystic smiled and wrapped the two sisters in a tentacle made of severed limbs. "Don't be impatient, I still need your blood later …"
The girl turned her head to look at Thales.
The boy felt his skin crawl as he stared at the Mystic.
His heart started beating violently again.
The last time this happened … was in a chess room in Red Street Market?
The tentacles moved, and the Blood Mystic's face, which was drenched in blood, slowly approached him.
"You."
The girl scrutinized him.
The Mystic took a deep breath. "The blood flowing in your veins feels strangely familiar."
Bloodline?
Thales was instantly shocked.
That was right.
I have one last trick up my sleeve.
He cleared his throat.
"Although I can't remember, for the sake of this bloodline, I won't let you suffer." The blood-colored girl smiled and extended her hand towards him.
"Wait!" Thales roared.
"This … Miss … Blood Mystic …?"
Thales closed his eyes and hesitated for a moment before he slowly and arduously said, "I am also a Mystic.
I am also a Mystic. "
The Blood Mystic's expression froze for a moment.
Thales opened his eyes gently and calmly stated the truth he was most worried about. "We are the same kind."
The Blood Mystic was unmoved and spat out a word, "Lies."
She pressed her hand against Thales' face.
"Wait a minute!
"I-I know Asda Sakern, the Air Mystic!" Feeling the warm blood on his face, Thales quickly said, "Asda said that I am a newborn Mystic after the Battle of Eradication!"
The Blood Mystic's blood-stained hand stroked his face.
"Asda?"
"A newborn Mystic?"
The girl chuckled and said, "How smart of you to choose that guy who was just sealed to testify for you."
"I'm telling the truth!" Thales was scared out of his wits. He raised his hand and said, "I can prove it! That 'loss of control'! "
The girl's face was still full of smiles.
But her tone changed.
"Loss of control?" she said softly.
"How?"
Thales was stunned for a moment. His understanding of mystic energy was still too little.
He could only try his best to recall that night in Red Street Market.
"Asda wanted to kill me, but my power seemed to have interfered with him … There was an explosion … He said that only mystic energy can interfere with each other …" Thales frowned. "He also said that I am the first in more than a thousand years … He will guide me …
"If you need me to prove it …"
But he did not continue speaking.
"Enough." The girl looked at him solemnly.
"So it's true.
You are a Mystic. "
Thales widened his eyes.
'You … believe me just like that?
Isn't it too easy? '
But the girl seemed to see through his doubts. "Your blood and vitality are telling me …
"You are not lying."
'Blood.
Vitality? '
Thales remembered Asda's control over the air.
Curiosity surged.
"You really … believe me?" he still asked, not daring to be certain.
But the blood-red girl ignored him.
"So, you are the one with the potential to become a Mystic — the first in more than a thousand years?"
Thales breathed a sigh of relief.
'Looks like I saved my life again.'
"That's what Asda said. He also said —"
But the girl still did not let him finish speaking. "So, Asda found you."
Thales could only shut his mouth and nod.
The Blood Mystic only stared at him and asked warily,
"Which faction did you choose? The Extremists, the Obfuscators, the Moderators, or the Magic Empress? "
"Huh?" Thales looked puzzled.
The girl frowned.
"Did Asda not tell you about the history of Mystics? The three Mystics' internal wars and the Three Great Treaties? "
Thales shook his head, not understanding.
"Internal … internal wars? Aren't Mystics immortal and indestructible? "
The Mystic stared at Thales.
"He also did not explain the rules of the Mystics' 'Three Deaths and One Prohibition'?"
Thales widened his eyes and shook his head.
The blood-red girl's expression became more and more unpleasant.
"Did Asda talk about the difference between 'matter' and 'perception', and the connection between 'chaos' and 'purity'?"
Thales sighed and shook his head helplessly.
"So, which stage are you at in the four stages of Mystics? You should know this, right? "
Thales still shook his head in shame.
"Then, which Magic Tower's inheritance of knowledge did you receive?" The girl spat out words that Thales had seen in books before, but he had no clue about.
"Alchemy Tower? Soul Tower? Or Ascetic Tower? Or is it an independent inheritance that has wandered outside? "
Thales was already numb. He just shook his head mechanically.
The girl looked at him in disbelief.
"So, you don't even know the connection between mystic energy and magic, and the difference between Mystics, wizards, and witches? Wait, do you know about wizards? "
Thales stared at her innocently.
"You don't know anything. How did you become Asda's so-called 'newborn' Mystic?" The Mystic sighed.
Thales lowered his head and spread his hands in secret.
'No teacher, no education … It's not my fault.'
"You're no different from a normal person now," the Mystic said quietly.
Thales did not know how to answer.
Silence.
Giza suddenly chuckled and said, "Asda, did that fool go to the capital because of you?"
"Well …" Thales scratched his head. "I don't think so. We bumped into each other by accident."
'But he was indeed sealed because of me,' he thought to himself.
'But of course, I can't let you know.'
The girl suddenly said softly,
"Giza."
Thales was stunned. He raised his head. "What?"
The Blood Mystic looked up. "Giza Streelman. That is my name. If you are also a Mystic, or a candidate to become a Mystic, then you have the right to know my name."
Both of them were silent for a moment.
'Very well.
Her hostility disappeared. '
Thales felt assured.
'Then the next step …'
"Um, Miss Giza," Thales said cautiously, "I have a few friends —"
"Why?" The blood-red girl, Giza interrupted him with a smile.
"Huh?" Thales was puzzled.
Giza looked at him with a meaningful gaze. "If you are determined to become a Mystic, why are you mingling with humans, elves, and Blood Clansmen?"
'Damn it, who wants to become a Mystic?
A Mystic who is treated like a rat on the street every day? '
But of course, he could not say that.
Thales scratched his head. "This … I was born there after all …"
"Ah." Giza shook her head and laughed hoarsely. "You can't get rid of your past either, can you?"
Just as Thales was thinking about how to answer, something unexpected happened.
In the next moment, the Blood Mystic, Giza pressed her hand against his face again.
"Ah!" Thales cried out in surprise. "You —"
"Don't worry, I will act quickly," Giza said calmly, her words filled with a frightening chill.
"You will die without a sound."
Die painlessly. "
Thales' pupils instantly shrank to the smallest.
"Wait!
Why?! "he shouted angrily.
"Why do you want to kill me all of a sudden?
Aren't we the same kind? " Thales asked in shock and anger, "Your goal is to save the Mystic in this coffin, isn't it?
"If you want to save him, why do you want to kill me?"
Giza stared at his twisted expression, which was filled with resentment. She gently caressed the side of his face and revealed a gentle smile.
"Who told you …" Giza glanced at the black coffin and said gently,
"I want to save the Mystic in this coffin?"
Thales shuddered violently.
'No way.
She's not here to save him?
Then why go through so much trouble … '
A thought immediately came to his mind.
"This is …" Thales trembled and asked in disbelief, "The civil war of the Mystics you mentioned just now?"
Giza smiled softly and did not answer.
Thales suppressed the panic in his heart and tried hard to organize his words. "You … we are already enemies with the world and are at a disadvantage. Why do you still want to kill each other?!
"If you kill me, you will have even less help in the world!
"At least, think about the future of Mystics!"
Giza smiled. This time, her smile was happier than usual, but it was also more bitter.
"The future of Mystics?" Giza closed her eyes and shook her head slowly.
"Asda and the Moderates he belongs to might still have the thought that Mystics can always win their own future …"
Thales watched in surprise. The blood slowly faded from Giza's face, revealing her originally elegant face.
But he did not have the energy to observe her appearance.
"But I gave up a long time ago." Giza smiled shakily. To Thales, she looked more like she was crying. "Existences like us … the fewer, the better, isn't it?"
'What?'
"The pain in our bodies and the pain we caused is already enough … Why do we still need a newbie like you to bear it?"
'This …' Thales' eyebrows twitched. He looked at Giza, his heart filled with panic.
Giza gently covered his face with her hand.
The blood in Thales' body began to tremble uneasily.
"Don't worry, child. You will die peacefully here." Giza looked at him pitifully and gently stroked his hair.
"You will never become a Mystic …
"I will never let you suffer … the pain of being a calamity.
"This is for your own good …"
At that moment, the boy used up all the grief and indignation he could muster in two lifetimes. He just wanted to say those three words happily.
'F * ck!'
* Thud! *
Wya fell to the ground weakly. He could no longer hold his sword.
Putray fell limp on the ground and watched helplessly as Istrone easily lifted the powerless Wya.
'Damn it.'
"You're that brat's attendant? God knows how much I hate him. "
Istrone grinned savagely and bared his fangs at Wya's neck.
But his expression suddenly froze. He let go of Wya and disappeared in an instant!
* Clang! Clang! *
The sharp claws and the sword clashed in the air, sparks flying everywhere!
"Who are you?!"
Istrone roared furiously. He dodged the sword and took three steps back.
A young, cool-looking, black-haired swordswoman in light armor with a heroic aura stood in front of him. She looked at the Blood Clansman indifferently.
Istrone narrowed his eyes.
'That strength and angle … Is she another person who has mastered the Power of Eradication?'
* Thump … *
The sound of dozens of horse hooves rose from the forest around them!
"It's right in front!"
Putray's spirit was lifted. He recognized that it was the voice of the veteran, Genard!
Istrone's expression changed.
'Reinforcements?'
As he pondered, the swordswoman's sword closed in on him.
Istrone unleashed a speed that no one could match and dodged the enemy's sword in an instant.
An attack of this speed was child's play.
He dashed to the swordswoman's side!
'Get rid of her, and then …'
But Istrone did not have the chance to think anymore.
To his great shock, he felt a threatening chill of metal coming at him!
* Rip! *
Istrone stopped in his tracks.
He lowered his head and looked at his own heart.
The swordswoman held her saber in a reverse grip and did not even look behind her.
Her blade came out from under her armpit.
It went straight into Istrone's heart.
Istrone trembled and touched the blade.
"When …" he said in disbelief, "did you stab me with your sword?"
"I did not," the swordswoman said coldly and pulled out her blade.
"You brought it to me yourself."
Istrone clutched his pierced heart and fell down without a sound.
"This Power of Eradication that forces the enemy's rhythm …"
Wya Caso, who was struggling on the ground, gritted his teeth and looked up. "Pegasus' Music!"
The swordswoman turned around and helped Wya up.
Wya stood up laboriously. Suddenly, he saw the mighty eagle holding a branch on the swordswoman's gloves.
"The White Eagle?"
"You are …" Wya was stunned and spat out a name.
"You are Miranda Arunde."
"The 'seed' from the previous tournament in the Tower of Eradication!" he shouted.
But Miranda ignored him and coldly pressed him down to sit under the tree.
A dozen cavaliers holding the Double Cross Star Flag and the Strange Starlight Flag came out from behind the bushes and dismounted in front of them.
"Your Grace!" Genard nervously went to Putray's side.
"Go and find the prince!" With his help, Putray stood up with difficulty. "The prince, Prince Thales is —"
"There is no need to worry," Miranda interrupted him coldly.
"Lady Sasere will take care of it."
Wya picked up his saber and was shocked when he heard that.
'Lady Sasere?'
He looked at Miranda and was pleasantly surprised. "Are you saying that she came personally?"
"Her Excellency, the Fortress Flower?"
Today's experience made Thales once again confirm that the most suitable term for Mystics was:
'Lunatics.
'A bunch of f * cking lunatics!'
The prince shouted in his heart.
But his body could not move. The blood in his body seemed to be boiling.
Thales could only resign himself to fate and close his eyes.
At this moment …
"Huh?" Giza's hand froze. She straightened her back and looked behind her.
* Whoosh! *
An extreme whistling sound came from the direction she was looking at.
Thales breathed a sigh of relief and could not help but open his eyes.
* Puff! *
One of the tentacles beside Giza's body suddenly exploded!
"Ah!"
A furious roar rang.
A blood-drenched female warrior in full armor held a two-handed broadsword that was half the height of a person. She charged forward with an indomitable spirit amidst the splattering blood.
Giza's eyes were burning. Another tentacle instantly intercepted the attack.
The silver light of the blade flashed.
* Rip! *
The female warrior's broadsword drew an exaggerated arc and chopped the second tentacle into pieces.
Blood fell on her armor and even on her face, but the female warrior did not care. She only charged forward with a zealous expression.
She came to Giza's side.
Giza sneered and raised her hands. Countless small tentacles emerged from her body and reached towards the female warrior.
"Be careful!" Thales roared. "She can resurrect!"
Then, he saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.
The female warrior flung away her broadsword without hesitation. In a flash, she took out a gray, diamond-shaped metal shield from her back.
The moment Giza's small tentacles approached the gray shield, they turned black, shriveled, and finally shattered into ashes.
Giza's expression changed for the first time.
The female warrior roared angrily. She grabbed the handle of the shield and swung it fiercely.
* Bang! *
Giza fell to the ground!
Then, the female warrior nimbly grabbed both sides of the shield and smashed it down. She used the shield to suppress Giza, who had an unpleasant expression on her face.
Thales stared at the scene before him, dumbfounded.
'This is …'
'America. No …' Thales saw the double-crossed star pattern on the female warrior's armor. 'Captain of Constellation?'
"I am Sonia Sasere." The female warrior's face was full of fighting spirit.
"I have brought a gift for you, Your Grace."
The Blood Mystic, Giza's expression was extremely unpleasant under the shield. The flesh on her face looked as if it was scalded by steam. It bubbled, shriveled, and turned into ashes.
Giza stared at the shield and spat out a few words indignantly.
"No! This is … "
"Yes!" The female warrior pressed her left hand on the shield and grinned heroically. "Allow me to introduce …
"The legendary anti-mystic equipment."
Sonia Sasere smiled and raised her right fist. She slowly clenched it.
"The Supreme Shield!"
Once she finished speaking, under Giza's incredulous gaze, she punched the center of the gray shield.
* Bang! *
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