Amidst the smoke and dust, she immediately spotted the target of this operation.
Count Lorenzo.
Apparently, he had just woken up from a sweet dream. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and putting on his pants in a panic. Scourge, who was guarding the bed, had already pulled out his dagger and pounced on the collapsed wall.
Breaking through the wall had obviously violated the "bottom line" of these bodies. As long as the prior order was to kill any enemy that broke into the room, even if the controller was unconscious, Scourge would automatically respond.
"Betty!" Zoey shouted.
"Understood." The latter followed closely behind, kneeling on one leg and clenching her hands into bowls. "Come on!"
Long-term training and cooperation had made the two of them telepathic. Zoey did not even look back and directly jumped backward.
Betty caught her accurately.
With a push of her hands, Zoey leaped into the air and flew over Scourge's head like a swallow. Then, she grabbed the chandelier on the arched ceiling and swayed. In the blink of an eye, she was already on top of the bed.
The spacious and luxuriously furnished bedroom provided a very comfortable space for the lord to enjoy and also became her stage.
Zoey directly raised the shotgun in the air.
Time seemed to stop.
Scourge was still turning around, but obviously, it was too late for him to keep up with her.
Betty, on the other hand, had her back to the big bed and put on a victory pose. Obviously, this bad habit came from the Dream World. Real men never turned around to look at explosions, and the aesthetics of combat... She did not even consider that it was all magic movie special effects. However, seeing that Betty only tilted her body and was still paying attention to Scourge's movements, Zoey did not bother to argue with her.
As for Count Lorenzo, he looked up in horror, his eyes full of disbelief.
From the moment he fired the shotgun until now, only a few dozen seconds had passed. For him, he probably never thought that the defense line formed by Scourge would be so fragile.
The chandelier fell apart under the tremendous force, and burning candles danced in the air like flickering fireflies.
In the midst of the flames, Zoey aimed at the target and pulled the trigger.
"Boom!"
With a loud bang, time resumed its flow.
A mist of blood instantly rose from the Count's body!
Dozens of steel balls fell from above and almost completely enveloped him. Under the powerful impact, he first sank, then bounced up, and when he landed again, he was already twisted into a ball like a rag.
Zoey's feet then stepped on the bed, and the bed frame that had been ravaged finally couldn't take it anymore. With a bang, it collapsed into a pile of broken wood.
At the same time, Scourge suddenly stopped moving.
"Except for the imperfect landing, you got full marks for everything else." Betty whistled. "It would be even better if you had a pair of sunglasses."
Zoey rolled her eyes at her. "Let's recycle the body first before talking nonsense."
"Yes, yes …" Betty shrugged, took out a small horn from her waist pocket, put it to her mouth, and blew it.
It was a special tune, and it was also a fragment of Scourge's memory during the transformation process. For an ownerless body, it was equivalent to an activation command.
"From now on, I'm your new master," Betty cleared her throat and said word by word.
The six Scourge clenched their fists in front of their chests.
"But only until we return to Neverwinter. When we arrive at the Third Border City, you'll be thrown into the storage room for everyone to use. If you're good-looking, you'll have a chance to see the light of day again. Otherwise, you'll be scrapped. Of course, I don't think you'll have much hope, "Betty said half-jokingly, although she knew these bodies wouldn't react at all.
The Magic Blood had destroyed the self-consciousness of the original owners.
Zoey opened the bronze door and saw many guards rushing toward the lord's bedroom at the end of the corridor. She also heard hurried footsteps upstairs and downstairs. Apparently, the short battle had completely broken the peace of the night, and the entire Castle District had entered a state of defense.
"Do you see those guys in armor?" Betty smiled. "Go and kill them."
As soon as she finished speaking, the God's Punishment Warriors rushed out from behind her like wild beasts. They raised their swords and rushed toward the guards. Under the surprised and puzzled gazes of the guards, the God's Punishment Warriors thrust their swords into their chests.
The castle seemed to be boiling.
…
With the soldiers of the First Army clearing the way and Hagrid covering for them, Joe entered the dungeon without any trouble.
However, when he saw Farina hanging on the rack, he felt as if his chest had been smashed by a hammer, and an indescribable pain gripped his heart.
The dazzling woman was now like a piece of dead wood that had been drained of all vitality, hanging powerlessly on the chain.
There was hardly a patch of smooth skin on her body, and the crisscrossed whip marks spread from her shoulders to her legs.
Places like the back and chest were the main areas of destruction.
Thick liquid was flowing from the red and swollen marks, which were obviously wounds that had not been properly treated after being burned by a soldering iron.
Judging from the interrogation, she did not choose to surrender to Lorenzo even though she had been tortured like this.
Joe trembled as he walked toward her, feeling that every step was extremely difficult.
However, the soldiers reacted faster. They untied the chains and released Farina from the rack.
"Is this the person you want to save? Don't just stand there, come and help! "
"Ah … Yes …" Joe seemed to have woken up from a dream. He picked up Farina and laid her flat on the straw couch.
The soldier seemed to have been prepared for this. He took out a bunch of bottles and jars from his backpack and began to give her emergency treatment. Although Joe did not know what the effects of those potions were, he could tell from Farrina's gradually calming breathing that they were effective.
While he was helping to bandage her wounds, Farina suddenly moaned and opened her eyes slightly.
"How … How could it be you …" she murmured. "Am I dreaming?"
"No, it's not a dream. It's all over!" Joe held her face in his hands and replied in a choked voice.
"All over?" Farina paused for a moment. "I see. I'm dead, right? That's why I saw you in the dungeon … "
She slowly raised her hand and touched Joe's cheek with her twisted fingers. Lorenzo had not only pulled out her nails, but also broken her fingers one by one. At that moment, it looked more like a withered branch than a hand. "I'm sorry that I couldn't continue the church … I've let you down …"
"I don't care, I don't care at all …" Joe felt a warm trickle down his cheeks. "And it's not your fault at all!"
"Are you comforting me? Strange … You've never been like this before. "Farina's bloody lips parted." No matter what, don't go away. Stay with me for a while, okay? "
Joe could no longer hold back his tears and hugged her tightly. "I'll stay with you. No matter where you go, I'll be by your side … even if I die! "
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