Secret: The Fool's Witch Angel

North tore apart the blockade of a storm, and the corruption and filth spread to corrode all the disasters inside.

"If it weren't for you stupid woman, how could I become what I am now."

He roared unwillingly, his belly swelled high, thorns with strange patterns grew out of his flesh and blood, and his intact body seemed to be broken into several pieces.

"The villagers here are delicious, aren't they?" Hermione licked her lips, her face covered with evil patterns and red marks was extremely alluring.

"I ate you too."

North tore open his stomach and directly took out a pool of blood-red liquid full of desire for life and threw it at Hermione, opening his mouth wide and continuously cursing her in ancient languages.

The covered blood-red liquid grows bloody flesh and thorns quickly decayed into dust, the wind dissipated, the flames receded, and the thunder and lightning fell into the flood below.

The surrounding space was like a cracked mirror, and the purple-black dust was projected onto those places, where bloody flesh and thorns surrounded Hermione in the middle.

In an instant, these scenes fell into a smooth ice mirror, shattered by the red flaming sword, and fell into the flood that dissipated below.

The scorched and burning meat ball monster took the opportunity to break free from the flaming tornado, and the meat spurs under the water broke through the flood water, bringing a string of undestroyed monster villagers' stumps into their bodies.

A pile of twisted thorns and flesh moved, and stretched out its tentacles towards Hermione in the sky until it finally merged into the meat ball.

"Yanciel, my Yanciel."

The thorn ball stood in the air like a nerve unit, and the thorns would grow back as many flesh thorns were destroyed by the flame tornado and lightning.

North, who was confronting Hermione, had just cleaned up the thorns that kept popping up on his body, and his stomach immediately swelled up again. One arm was covered with dense eyes, and his thick thighs began to wither and spread, with purple scars appearing.

He directly turned into a puddle of blood-red liquid and attached to the fleshy ball thorns. The fleshy tentacles wanted to tear the mucus, but they became more and more tightly entangled and became crazy.

At this time, Hermione also felt that something was constantly invading her body, and the big eyeballs of various colors densely covered in mystical connections looked at her indifferently, turning from time to time.

The imprints in her body lit up, including twisted curves forming eye symbols that lit up to help her sever these unknown connections together, and the tingling cracking sensation disappeared.

The condensed fireballs in the sky emitted clusters of black flames, which were continuously fused and compressed with the red flames, and the tornado that cut and melted the thorns became more violent and restricted the movement of the meat balls in the air.

The blood-red liquid stuck to it continued to seep in, leaving the thorns, eyes, and bulges on the surface.

A huge red and black fireball, like a meteorite, fell and engulfed the meat ball and then exploded. The raging red and black flames scattered in all directions destroyed all traces of the village of Yansier floating above the flood.

A little tired, Hermione looked at the sword in her hand. The rose wrapped around the hilt bloomed a flower on the gauntlet. The more she looked at it, the more familiar it became, and she thought of her sister, mother and the others.

The dry and charred meat ball was thrown out of the raging fire, and a stream of burning water rolled up to freeze it, and then shattered inch by inch.

North, who had decontaminated himself, opened his mouth drawn with black mucus, "filth", and the flames around Hermione were wrapped in deep, thick darkness.

She scattered them with a flick of her sword, and a storm of fire swept over to clean them up.

The Yancier below turned into a sea of ​​burning fire on the water surface, and the red mist in the sky was covered by flames, and countless tornadoes wrapped in flames filled the entire space, and the rumble of thunder and lightning sounded from time to time, just like the scene of the end.

It's also Sequence 2, so it's really hard to kill the opponent.

Hermione beat the up North back into the flame tornado again, and even though she had the Sealed Artifact formed with the characteristics of a weather warlock, it just suppressed him.

This weird space should be almost unbearable. Fortunately, I was not tempted to do anything really dangerous when I lost my memory and was blinded.

The most dangerous thing is to wear the necklace that restricts them and eat the polluted villagers like North. Although the strength has recovered, the hidden dangers have also increased.

Is it the ability of the evil gods?Let this space become like this, even mythical creatures can be deceived, like people in TV, improperly playing their own roles.

Fortunately, she had enough protection, and the original witch was reluctant to leave her home and made an exception to remind herself through the brand left behind.

Not knowing how rational North was, Hermione hoped that he would go crazy, so that he would have a chance to kill him.

The evil god's pollution in the necklace star gem on the wrist has dissipated, and the gray mist swept through it, leaving the mark formed by the twisted curve.

"Go away, you all go away from me."

North cleaned up the thorns and eyes that had grown from his body again, and a blood-red solid outline was pulled out and absorbed by him again.

This made his spirit very unstable, and he lost part of his calmness and rationality.

Of course Hermione would not let go of this opportunity, she came to him and swung the red sword.The claws covered with evil thorns grabbed the blade, but the palm was almost split in half.

The thorns wrap around the sword body, bulging tumors and splitting to release all kinds of desire, depravity and aphrodisiac.

North also tore open the flesh and stomach to drain the pollution again and threw it towards Hermione, cut through the thorns and let go of the red sword to retreat to the distance.

Hermione swept away the obstacles in front of her, collected the crystals scattered by the meat balls, and directly drove the disaster to attack North. She wanted to tear the world apart completely.

Go back to the narrow and eerie Swan Castle and see where else you can hide.

The meteorite-like fireballs fell, completely turning this place into a world of flames.

The edge of the whiteness began to tear under the violent shock, and the whole world disappeared like fragments.

Hermione returned to the room full of oil paintings. The huge oil painting fell to the ground and shattered into pieces, except for the place where the sword was inserted, it was still intact.

North, who fell on the ground, maintained the form of a huge demon. The bright red blood on his body was constantly washed away, and the blood-red lines were shining to suppress the crazy pollution.

The red mist and filth simultaneously blocked the oil paintings on both sides, and the castle was constantly shaking.

"I'll see where else you can go."

Hermione's thick, burning hair squeezed out her pale faces, all pointing at the people in front, waiting for the right opportunity.

North also stood up and drew out his blood sword, the sticky black filth corroded to the surroundings, and fear and desire came again.

"Alista, a lunatic, actually left a hole. If you weren't so stupid, I wouldn't have suffered so much. That's the same sentence."

After he finished speaking, he rushed up and fought Hermione in the most primitive way, and the storm and flames filled it again.

Hermione felt that she was also being affected by a certain aura, and she wanted to fight, cause turmoil, and launch disasters.

One sword after another slashed at North, and the condensed frost mirror was continuously covered with dirt, and then froze and shattered.

The curse brought by the ancient language caused parts of the bodies of both parties to explode and heal continuously, and the red and black flames and foul gas eroded each other.

"die."

The frost around Hermione shattered, and she directly cut North's bloody chest, and flames gushed out from there.

Feeling heavy and exhausted, he could only stay where he was, and didn't immediately make up for North, who was hit to the opposite side.

The castle shook violently, as if it was about to shatter, and the oil paintings appeared again, directly dispelling the covering red mist and filth.

Bright red blood began to flow from the purple wall, without the filth like North, it was pure killing and anger.

Cracks appeared one after another, and Hermione became bitter when she saw the scene of being destroyed, and she couldn't do anything.

Thinking of the spirit body that had been broken and mixed in the mirror, the whole person seemed to lose strength.

The flames entangled in the hair of the body were dimmed, feeling sad for her.

"Put the sword back in quickly, do you want to put them all in?"

A cold voice came from the imprint left by the original witch in the body.

The old castle kept shaking and shattering, the oil paintings on the wall began to come alive, the eyes inside were constantly turning and were about to be squeezed out, and the surroundings instantly opened large and small eyes to look around.

The thorns spread out one by one, like tree roots and roots, and the skin was covered with viscous yellow liquid, which was constantly shaking there.

Some walls swelled up, and the sound of heartbeats came from inside, gestating new life.

The purple crumb powder fell and was picked up by the wind, floating in the cracked castle.

The broken walls seem to exist in different spaces, just like a portrait.

……

The Duke of North on one side still maintains the appearance of a huge demon, with blood-red evil patterns flowing on his body, and thorns grow out to wrap him.

The eyes and bulge disappeared, layers of yellow mucus flowed out to completely cover him, and the thorns piercing the bloody flesh flew up, responding to the companions on the wall.

"Great father of demons, mother of desire... I beg for your forgiveness and protection. Please forgive me. I will serve you all my life and become your most devout believer...

He kept bowing his head and praying. Those thorns didn't mean to fade away, but they didn't continue to grow either.

Hermione, who still wanted to make up the knife in the past, was unwilling. This place was full of all kinds of power and pollution, which weakened her flames and storms.

Thinking of the things in the oil painting, she reluctantly inserted the red sword full of red flames back into the faded and blurred residual oil painting.

The red sword trembled a few times and seemed a bit reluctant, wanting to merge into Hermione's body, the red scar erupted into a strong flame.

This made her struggle extremely, she was very reluctant to let go of the red sword, she didn't want to.

Half of the sky above the castle has been shattered, revealing the dark sky above and the bright stars all over the sky.

Under the black curtain directly above, there is a huge crack that is visibly darkened, and the two ends spread into the distant darkness.

There were eyes of different colors, red, gray-white, gray-green, and white, constantly blinking and approaching here, staring at Hermione below.

It felt like my own face was on my face, even though it was still so far away.

She felt the power of her body constantly surging, and strands of breath entangled inside to break off the malicious pollution.The flames ignited by the red hair became more violent, and the intense red light from the red marks on his body covered his whole body.

The evil patterns also lit up with black light, and blurred human faces rushed out from the tips of the hair, screaming in pain.

The gray twisted curve left by the Fool and the brand of the original witch resurfaced on his body, resisting the unknown maliciousness above.

The red sword covered with flames, like blood flowing, was inserted back into the oil painting reluctantly by her and let go.

She didn't know why she felt a little lost in her heart, feeling lost.

The fallen walls returned to their original positions one by one, and the flowing blood covered the oil paintings, shaping the original frame of the castle.

The things that were destroyed were also restored and reorganized, and the things that squeezed out of the oil painting began to retreat, or were covered in blood and disappeared.

The cracked red marks on Hermione's body also disappeared, and the evil patterns filled up the gaps, exuding light to resist the erosion caused by the pollution of the old castle.

The flames on the red hair also dissipated and extinguished, leaving blurred faces on the tip of the hair floating up, and they looked around in confusion.

The masculine flames and steely courage dissipated, and Hermione once again turned into a charming and charming appearance, exuding the most beautiful temptation.

The darkness brought about by depravity and desire also returned at the same time, and the roar of fear sounded to frighten the mind.

"North, you think I'm afraid of you."

The black flames spread over, and the frost froze the filth. Hermione held the ice mirror and wanted to reflect North into it.

North hit all the thorns flying around his body, the ice mirror shattered directly, and Hermione backed away to avoid these weird things.

"I'm not in a good state right now, next time I will definitely cut your corpse into thousands of pieces and make it a tool for me to vent my anger."

After saying that, He disappeared and left here. He didn't expect that the thing he had been trying to avoid all along happened, and he finally got it.

He thought of Tatiana and Hermione, the two culprits, and himself, and felt remorse when he heard that it was the greed left by Arista.

In the end, he disappeared here unwillingly, and he would have no self if he stayed any longer. The moody master would not be merciful.

The castle has been fully restored, the oil paintings on both sides seem to have solidified, and the huge oil painting in the middle has been restored.

The red sword wrapped in flames is still stuck in the lower part of the middle, and the surrounding picture is blurred, as if it has been washed away by water.

Her gaze changed rapidly, and before Hermione could continue to observe, she was squeezed out and returned to a woods where she sat on the ground. The strange patterns all over her body began to fade, and her red hair returned to normal and scattered behind her head.

He hastily took out the small pocket mirror that he had put away, and there were broken and fused spirit fragments in it, but he still failed.

Some regret, sadness, sadness, and dare not recall.

"Is this sad? It's really not like you used to be, you would be sad for an ordinary person."

The primordial witch's icy voice came from the imprint in her body, carrying some emotion.

"Do you know why that sword is so familiar? Because it was dug out from your sister's body, it should be more appropriate to say brother." A sneering voice came from inside, as if watching a joke.

The mirror in Hermione's hand fell to the ground and shattered into cracks, drops of crystal tears dripped on it,
The sword of the red rose is formed by the characteristics of a weather warlock, calling, familiar, and friendly, that is to say... that is to say...

She put her hands on the ground, bit her lips tightly, her light blue eyes were covered with mist, and she fell down and sat there as if she had lost all strength and support.

The expression on his face became painful and helpless, and the sound of breathing gradually increased.

After so long, her tears finally came back, but only tears came back.