"Huh? Surround me? Don't be so pretentious! No fluctuation of the Force of Nature can hide from Alpha — "Before the martialist could finish his words, he was hit in the face by a container flying toward him. The huge impact sent him tumbling backward, and at the same time, his voice was cut off in his throat.
Another traitor stared dumbfoundedly at the witches flying out from their hiding places. Some of them came from the ground, some from the sky, but most of them appeared out of thin air, as if they had been waiting there for a long time.
This situation was completely against common sense. With so many people hiding less than 10 meters away, even if there was no fluctuation of the Force of Nature, they should have been able to detect their breathing and footsteps!
Why didn't the Fallen Evils who acted as sentries sound the alarm?
But now there was no time to think.
In an instant, the two groups of witches were engaged in a melee.
The originally silent dock suddenly erupted into a frenzy!
...
Ling had been wandering outside the range of the searchlight. Light and shadow always went hand in hand. Although the searchlight overhead illuminated the yard, it also made the darkness behind the iron suitcases more intense.
She had long chosen her targets: the Fallen Evils standing on the high ground. The long shadows of the Fallen Evils were connected with the backlight of the suitcases, which was a natural flaw for her. If someone were to look at Ling's back when she was approaching the enemy, they would see a very shocking scene — her entire body had disappeared into the shadows, leaving only half of her head exposed. From time to time, a few bubbles would come out from under her nose, but they did not make any sound.
Soaking in the shadow, she felt warm and comfortable. Even the hot springs in this world could not compare with it. Ever since she transformed into a God's Punishment Body, she had thought that she would never be able to experience this feeling again, until Phyllis brought back an incredible piece of news a year ago.
A strange world that could bring them back to the past.
Ling fell in love with this new world at first sight.
His Majesty had also changed from a somewhat maverick king to an inviolable Chosen One, even though he could not activate the Divine Moat Instrument. She had always tried to persuade Pasha, Celine, and the others to get more opportunities to enter the Dream of Nature. She had worked hard to get the chance to be chosen as the guardian of the witches who entered the Dream of Nature.
Fighting the demons was his most important mission, but as long as it didn't violate this principle, it was naturally best to relax.
Therefore, anyone who wanted to harm His Majesty or destroy the Dream World was an unforgivable enemy of the Taquila Witches.
Ling rose from the shadows like a ghost and stabbed a dagger into the chest of the Fallen Evil.
These enemies would not be fatally injured by ordinary weapons, so an additional action was needed — to inject magic into them. Under the influence of the surging magic power, she could clearly feel that the rotation of the other party's star vortices had become unstable. This kind of situation was similar to the mutual interference between the effects of the ability, and it also confirmed His Majesty's opinion: there was no essential difference between the Force of Nature and magic power, and they both came from Erosion.
After that, he just had to casually pull out the corroded core, and the enemy would be paralyzed into a pile of meat paste.
The moment the Fallen Evil collapsed, she had already leaped over several boxes that were several meters apart and appeared behind another Fallen Evil.
Fierce sounds of battle erupted from below as well.
Soon, all the enemies who served as sentries were wiped out by her.
Ling stood at the highest point of the yard, overlooking the entire battlefield. Her sisters had maintained the same level of use of their abilities as 400 years ago, and they had even become more agile and agile because of Scourge's training. However, compared to their own strength, what was more eye-catching was their soaring momentum.
Betty's immense strength allowed her to become as powerful as a Transcendent in a short period of time. She held the iron box in one hand and rushed to the front, scattering the Fallen Evils that came after her.
Flash and Phyllis were still very tacit partners. Whenever Flash blinded the enemy with a strong flash, Phyllis's blade claws would appear in the most fatal parts of the enemy.
Dawnen, Rother... everyone was the same. This kind of exciting battle reminded Ling of the Taquila Era. She could not help but look at Roland. Perhaps even he did not realize the significance of the Dream World to the Taquila Witches. Not only was this a place where they could regain their sense of touch and enjoy themselves, but it also allowed them to relax their taut hearts.
The hundreds of years after the collapse of the Three Saint Cities and the division of the Union could be said to be the darkest time for the survivors. Although everyone took a deep breath and tried their best to adapt to their new bodies, their gradually fading senses made them lose the joy of living. Moreover, they did not have a clue about the Chosen One's plan, and everyone was under great pressure. Even if they could survive by changing their bodies, their mental state was deteriorating day by day. At that time, Ling even suspected that they might collapse under the pressure without the demons' help.
But now, the Third Border City was full of vitality. Everyone was excitedly discussing which restaurant had the best takeout, and their forgotten senses were gradually regaining their senses. Even if they did not enter the Dream World, they could still hear the cheers and laughter, which was completely different from the scene 100 years ago.
Ling knew that her sisters felt the same, which was why she showed such a high morale.
The Dream World could not tolerate the existence of these Erosion enemies.
She jumped down from the shadow behind a Fallen Evils and joined the battle below.
…
As soon as the container was thrown out by Betty, Roland had already rushed forward and bumped into the leader of the enemy.
Roland knew from his experience of fighting with magic creatures that these monsters were extremely troublesome for martialists, and they were the biggest variable on the battlefield. Whether it was the strange black and red domain or the twisting black tentacles, they were very troublesome to deal with. Even the witches could not escape if they were entangled.
However, the ability of the magic creatures had no effect on him. As long as he stalled the leader, the witches would naturally deal with the rest of the enemies.
The situation was just as Roland had expected. When Alpha found that he could not get rid of Roland for a while, his arrogant tone finally changed.
"You —"
"I already told you that I'm the creator of this place." Roland did not want to give the other party a chance to speak. After all, he had heard the same words over and over again. "So what if you're an Oracle? Is an Oracle that great?" He pinned him to the ground, muttering indignantly as he pummeled his enemy's face until the strange mask broke into pieces, revealing the rotating astrolabe underneath.
Its face was the core of a huge mass.
Without hesitation, Roland grabbed the astrolabe and pulled it outward until it completely fell off.
At that moment, the jubilant power in his body suddenly gushed out and engulfed the astrolabe, turning it into a dazzling pillar of light that shot out from his hand and into the sky. As if they had heard the call of the pillar of light, the cores that had fallen off from the Fallen Evils scattered into specks of starlight and gathered together, lighting up the dark sky for a moment.
The feeling that the world was faintly changing came back to him.
But this was not the end … The pillar of light became brighter and brighter, showing no signs of weakening, until it completely enveloped him! Roland felt something was crazily rushing into his mind, and a sharp pain almost made him lose consciousness.
Everything in front of him became blurred, and countless snowflakes filled his vision like a black and white television in the 1970s.
"Hiss … hiss …"
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