There's definitely something wrong with this script.

Chapter 431 The Witch's Heart
"He's been able to hold on until now, and it's pretty amazing."

In order to hide the embarrassment, the archaeologist began to speak to the enemy: "After ordinary people are polluted by this thing, they will soon lose their sanity and become monsters who only follow their instincts to attack. Only people like us with stronger mental strength can survive." But look, he still protects that flower now, and understands ridicule."

The traveling poet didn't answer her words, and looked at the huge monster in front of him with a solemn expression, and a few thin metal sheets appeared between his fingers and scattered in all directions.

The archaeologist stopped being embarrassed, and pulled out the inexhaustible marbles like a magic trick.

"You hold on first, I'm saving... Hey wait, don't we still have that sword? Where's your sword?"

The archaeologist originally wanted to repeat the same trick and let her teammates go up to resist the damage and test the monster's details. However, she suddenly thought of something in the middle of the talk, and quickly scanned the traveling poet up and down, but she couldn't find the crossed epee.

Even if the power of that sword is used up, it is still inherently restraining darkness and all kinds of evil forces. Isn't it better to fight with it?

Hearing this, the traveling poet also remembered his crossed epee, and turned his head to look at the palace hall.

However, when he turned around, his pupils suddenly shrank!

"careful!"

……

Before, because Qi Lisi was afraid of the breath on the epee, he temporarily threw the sword aside, and forgot to take it when he came to trouble Armand Ray.

After that, the archaeologist dragged the unconscious female student in.

Although the girl has temporarily lost her combat effectiveness, because the other party has a sacred aura and is now facing the abyss, she may still be able to play a role at critical moments by keeping her.

But definitely not the current role!
The traveling poet saw that the girl had gotten up at some point. She picked up the crossed epee on the ground, and stared at Qi Lisi in front of her with scarlet eyes.

Afterwards, the long sword screamed and stabbed forward!
"Be careful!" The traveling poet subconsciously shouted out.

However, the girl was watching the battle on their side with concern, and she just tilted her head in doubt when she saw him look over and shout, but the next moment, the sword pierced the girl's heart from behind!

But in an instant, the girl's body turned transparent under the erosion of the cross epee, and the dark red skirt reflected the scene behind her.

The traveling poet quickly threw out the metal sheet, hitting the sword body and shaking the female student's hand holding the hilt away.

The cross epee clanked and fell to the ground.

But at the same time, the girl suddenly fell to the ground.

An Lin held her numb right hand, looked at the witch whose body was gradually becoming transparent, and suddenly laughed hoarsely: "Hahaha...Damn bastard, I wanted to kill you a long time ago!"

She looked crazy, her eyes were scarlet, and her hysterical appearance was comparable to that of Armand Ray before.

Xu Shuo seemed to be propped on the ground weakly. He lowered his head and tilted his head slightly, looking at her calmly, and even raised a playful smile at her under the shadow.

After An Lin let out a wild laugh, seeing this situation, her expression froze suddenly.

The mission [Destroy the Witch's Heart] is still unfinished!
Do we have to wait for her to die completely?
Thinking of this, An Lin rushed over to pick up the crossed epee on the ground and continue to make up the knife, trying to kill this bastard as soon as possible!

But before she picked up the sword, blood suddenly spread from the girl's feet, covering her, An Lin didn't even have time to exclaim, and she disappeared in the blood curtain.

Afterwards, the girl's transparent body solidified again.

"..." Traveling poet.

"……"archaeologist.

The two who discovered the situation over there fell into silence.

I thought it was an extreme reversal, but it turned out to be just a feint.

The girl coughed a few times, then raised her head to look at the traveling poet in panic, and said nervously: "I'm sorry! I didn't do this on purpose. I couldn't control this power after being injured. I... I'm sorry..."

The archaeologist suddenly had a strange expression: after devouring someone as an innocent victim, he turned around to speak for that person and admitted his mistake...you are indeed Bichi!

If she hadn't already known the true face of this witch, she might have taken it seriously!
The traveling poet was silent for a while: "Be careful."

He really couldn't say anything, after all, it was the female student who attacked first, and Qi Lisi's behavior could only be regarded as self-protection.

"Be careful!" Suddenly, the girl quickly called out to him.

The traveling poet suddenly became alert, and jumped away from the spot, and the monster's vines were also nailed to the ground the next moment, directly piercing through the floor of the palace, sending bricks and debris flying across.

The archaeologist turned around and ran to the hall, picked up the crossed epee that fell on the ground, and threw it at the traveling poet.

She let out a rather displeased "tsk" after she was done.

The cross epee spun in the air, and was immediately caught firmly by the traveling poet.

Holding the sacred sword in his hand, he looked solemn and majestic when he got serious. At this moment, he was like a brave and fearless "brave", jumping high with his toes on the ground, and slashed at the huge "evil dragon"!
The cross epee radiated light for the last time in his hand!
Although the current Armand Ray has been completely turned into a monster, anyone can see that his strength at this moment is completely inferior to that of fighting in the corridor!

The traveling poet jumped on top of the monster's head, and stabbed fiercely into its chrysanthemum face with the crossed epee!

The monster howled in pain, and the vines around it crazily entwined towards the traveling poet, cutting through his flesh with barbed vines, trying to strangle him to death.

At this time, the archaeologist threw out her marbles, and several flashing beads sank into the monster's body.

The next moment suddenly erupted!
"Boom--!"

The thick, disgusting dark matter scattered, splashing on the walls and the ground, covering the entire palace with darkness.

The traveling poet was drenched by the crashing dark waterfall, as if he had been fished out of a pool of asphalt.

He fell to the ground and wiped his face, felt the sticky dark substance on his hands, frowned and shook it off, then took out a towel and rubbed it.

The archaeologist didn't stop, before the darkness gathered again, she lit a spiritual fire.

The blazing golden flame spread along the darkness, scorching the darkness, but did not hurt the palace or other things, as if it was just to eliminate these dark substances.

"Huh, it should be over now, right?"

The archaeologist breathed a sigh of relief: "Mr. Steward, you are really powerful. I have archaeologically explored many historical heroes, but in this life, I admire no one except you! I would like to call you the strongest of our time!"

She stopped being sarcastic, and began to do the opposite, flattering as much as she could.

Afterwards, she saw a mass of dark matter squirming in the flames, wandering to the center of the rose flower garden, and gradually condensed into a pitch figure.

The archaeologist turned pale in shock: "You can still get up?!"

If it is so outrageous, even if the darkness of the abyss is facing two devastating blows from the sacred breath, this situation should be offline, right?
The archaeologist is really at a loss now, and if she continues to fight, she can only choose to burn her spiritual power.

Even the traveling poet was stunned.

Armand Ray made a series of strange sound bubbles. He seemed to be laughing and howling like ghosts and wolves. His voice could no longer be made normally, and he could only vaguely hear a few words.

But at this level, he can still maintain a little sanity under the erosion of the abyss, which is enough to shock archaeologists.

Her heart was full of chills, and at first she had a little fear of this script.

This boss is really a hero!
Armand Ray smiled sinisterly. He raised his hand full of dark matter, and gently stroked the face of the sculpture, as if he was treating the most precious treasure in the world.

Then, he looked at the girl standing not far away.

Armand stared closely at the girl's face, but the voice said to the other two:
"You guys do have some tricks, it seems that my desire to protect the master cannot be fulfilled.

"However, I have become one with Prague Castle, and I have been forever connected with the master's will!
"As long as the master is still there, I will always be by her side!"

When he said this, a blood-red light flashed in Armand Ray's eyes. This was his strength from Prague Castle after being eroded by the abyss.

Then, his palm turned into a sharp blade.

"So, I will never let you dirty bugs touch the master!"

The sharp black blade pierced fiercely towards the heart of the sculpture. When the traveling poet came to his senses, he quickly threw the metal sheet, but his movement was not faster than Armand Ray who was close at hand!

Sharp has pierced the red rose flower, destroyed its pistil, pierced the rhizome, and finally sank into the heart of the sculpture!

"Hahahahaha-!"

Feeling the loss of strength and consciousness in his body, it was rare for Armand Ray to utter a complete vocabulary with that hoarse bubble voice. He stared at the girl in the distance madly, with fanatical and lofty belief in his eyes!

"My master! You will be with me forever!"

"...!"

The traveling poet suddenly looked at the girl over there, seeing her looking over in a daze, and then her figure began to dissipate like a gust of wind.

Where will the witch's heart be?
Not on her own anyway.

……

(End of this chapter)