The Disqualified Young Master Will Not Bow to the Villainous Female Lead

At this time, Fantine held Orfnigan horizontally in front of her, and beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down her forehead.

The armor that had been shining just now now had some wear and tear.

In the fight just now, Vera's left eye patch was torn off, revealing deep and strange purple eyes with some cracks around the eye sockets.

It seemed that in the next moment, a terrifying darkness would burst out from the girl's eyes.

There were cuts all over the joints protecting her body, which were naturally left by Orfnigan.

Fortunately...even the void behemoth that shuttles between the two worlds of the abyss can be damaged by the holy sword. This witch has not been completely corrupted and is not as difficult to kill as described in the plot.

Thinking of this, Fantine felt a little comforted.

While panting, he looked at the witch in front of him with a cold look.

The same is true for the other party.

Vera's situation was similar.

Although Faro and teacher Eve often boasted that she had a talent for magic, she had only been exposed to magic for less than a few months, and the only magic she could use was barely intermediate-level magic.

Therefore, Vera was able to survive until now entirely because of Shuger's fighting.

Vera knew very well that with her current strength, going head-on with Fantine would be tantamount to committing suicide.

——So she made a decision to break her promise.

This was the first time she let Shuger take control of this body.

In theory, this is extremely dangerous, because Xuger can forcibly take over this body at any time.

But... things have come to this point, facing a greater life-and-death crisis, Vera has no choice.

Fortunately, Xiu Ge was trustworthy and did not take advantage of the opportunity to seize it.

If you say you will follow your oath, then follow your oath.

The will of the void beast descended into the container, and it personally controlled its body to fight Fantine. Using some of the limbs that were teleported over, as well as deep magic, it was able to barely bring the two to a draw.

"This girl's name is Fantine, right......"

Shuger muttered.

From the fight just now, Xiuger realized that the weapon used by the opponent was not ordinary, and that the weapon, together with the opponent himself, was extremely powerful.

It is probably a divine key left over from a certain era.

Even though his vision penetrated from the Abyss, Hugh could still see that there was something elusive about Fantine.

"Obviously, you two have no grudge against each other, but she seems to have always wanted to kill you."

Shuger said to Vera.

"If I die, you can't take over my body..."

The devil's incarnation brought Vera great pain, touching the depths of her soul.

Vera had cold sweat on her head and threatened through gritted teeth.

"Okay, I know this better than you." Xuger shrugged.

"Don't worry. Even if everyone present dies, you won't die until you acknowledge that our oath is complete."

Just as Xuger was controlling his body and trying to rush forward again.

When it just started.

But suddenly I felt my left leg go limp, and my whole body collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut.

"How is this going?"

Vera came to her senses and found that control of her body had returned to her soul again.

Her body had reached its limit and could no longer bear Xiu Ge's consciousness.

The next moment, she had a splitting headache and cold sweat soaked her whole body like rain.

The pressure of carrying the demon was too great. Just allowing half of Xuger's consciousness to descend for a moment was such a painful burden.

Vera now finally understood why, on the day when she made all her wishes and fulfilled her vows, her soul would be reduced to ashes because it could not withstand the arrival of Shug.

A person of such high rank as Xiu Ge is simply not something that a mortal can bear.

Only someone like her, who has a special physique that is one in a million, has this chance.

Vera's unusual movement startled Fantine, who was on high alert.

When I saw the other party take a step forward, I thought he was going to use the deep spell again, but he just... stumbled?

Fantine was a little confused, but still did not let her guard down.

Until Vera got up again, the purple light in her left eye seemed more conspicuous, and there was no pupil shape in the middle of her eyeball.

Instead, it was like some kind of fluid, as transparent as violet crystal, with some tiny specks of sparkling dust dotted in the eyes, which was indescribably strange.

It could no longer be called an eye. It looked like a nebula in the boundless outer world, extremely strange.

The moment she was stared at by those eyes, Fantine felt goose bumps all over her body.

"Don't let up, she's going to die soon, hurry up and take care of her."

It was only after Orfnigan's reminder that Fantine noticed the changes in Vera.

The cracks around her eye sockets seemed to have spread to more parts of her face, and her right eye was already bloodshot, with blood still flowing out.

Not only her eyes, but also her nose, mouth corners, and even ears were oozing blood.

She was indeed reaching her limit.

Vera's left eye was blind, and the left half of her face seemed to be roasted by fire.

The girl struggled and got up from the ground, her body still so frail.

It seemed that if I just pulled it, my body would become motionless like a doll.

I tried hard to open my left eye which was in so much pain.

Vera shouted, "This is all a conspiracy set up by Crest. Farlow and Elliot never attacked the parliament!"

She knew that it was impossible to defeat the enemy in front of her now.

So the last hope is that Fantine can still understand human language.

Although Fantine was hostile to her from the first time they met at Ainburgh.

But she had worked with Faro for a while, and her relationship with him was not bad.

If she had a conscience and listened, she would not have killed Faro.

Fantine's eyes were sharp:

"Why are you saying this? Do you think I'm so easy to fool?"

Although Faro had said the same thing in front of her.

It made her feel a little shaken in her heart, but it was still not convincing enough.

After all, the enemies who were tried would all say that they were wronged. How could Fantine know whether they were telling the truth?

"Why would I need to lie to you?"

Vera's voice was already weak and she could no longer speak as loudly as before.

She even suspected that she would pass out in the next second.

"Don't you always think I'm a witch and want to kill me?"

"I can make your wish come true, but..."

She did not say the following words: 'You must let Farrow go.'

Because just when the two of them were confronting each other.

In Vera's blurred vision, a flash of purple light passed by.

She would recognize it even if it turned into ashes, it was Faro's figure!

The tragic scene before him instantly made Faro feel angry.

None of you can escape today.

His hands and feet seemed to be shaking slightly, and he almost couldn't hold the knife.

A fierce light flashed in Faro's eyes, and he shuttled through the deep web and knocked the holy sword in Fantine's hand away with one knife.

Chapter 39: Do you also want to be killed by being patted on the head?

The gaps in the glow of the sunset tear the space apart.

Fantine caught a glimpse of the sound of the long sword and the holy sword clashing and sparks colliding.

In the end, the sword in Fantine's hand was blown away by the powerful force.

What followed was that the base of the thumb became numb from the shock.

——Is this...Farrow?

There was a hint of surprise in Fantine's eyes.

He was clearly concentrating, not panicking at all, but his concentration was disrupted and the holy sword slipped out of his hand.

How did he come so fast! Didn't Julian hold him back?!

Then she realized that it would be almost impossible to get rid of Vera.

In the dark and profound world, the splattered blood is so eye-catching.

It felt like a ball of cold fire was burning in his heart, burning his throat.

My vision went dark and my hands and feet started to tremble.

For a moment, Farlow felt that he was being hypocritical.

Obviously, this kind of thing should be commonplace.

You know, he just cut off Julian's head in front of the guards, and it was much bloodier than here.

But an endless wave still surged in his chest, and even the coldness of the abyss could not extinguish it.

Farot's sudden attack disrupted Fantine's momentum.

The latter reacted, and before the surprise could last for a moment, he leaped back with force.

She didn't react at all just now.

If Faro really wanted to kill her, she would be a corpse on the ground now.

Fantine looked up, with a lingering fear in her eyes.

"Put down your weapons and go back to where you came from. If you draw your sword against any of us again, I will have no choice but to regard you as an enemy."

Faro's expression was extremely cold, and there was no emotion in his words.

The fear in her heart faded away, and Fantine felt an inexplicable emotion welling up in her heart.

Confusion and bewilderment were secondary. What annoyed her even more was this condescending attitude.

Fantine's eyebrows were raised, and her mind was in turmoil.

Orfnigan is a spiritual weapon. Under the influence of Fantine's spiritual power, it immediately came alive and flew back to her hands.

"Don't be too proud. You have committed a serious crime, yet you still act so arrogantly..."

As if to regain all the momentum she had just lost, Fantine raised her sword in anger.

In an instant, the purple light reappeared.

Before Fantine could even get into position, the hunter's long knife was pressed against her lower back.

As soon as she closed her eyes, Faro had already traveled through the darkness again and came behind her.

This time, Faro showed no mercy. The tip of the knife forged with magic easily penetrated the silver armor and touched her skin.

If Fantine dared to move again, the long knife would undoubtedly cut her skin.

A huge pressure instantly enveloped Fantine's heart, even more oppressive than the long sword at her waist.