Chapter 675 Remaining Hope

The blade cut cleanly into the armor, and blood spattered from the gap like tiny red threads. eight)

Unexpectedly, the victim did not scream, but gritted his teeth and grabbed her hand holding the sword, as if to win a chance for his companion.

It's a pity that he ignored the huge power gap between the two.

No. 76 easily broke free from his grip, and kicked him flying while pulling out his saber.

The place where it was kicked was like being hit by a blunt weapon, and the entire armor was deflated. The knight spit out a mouthful of blood foam, and fell silently on the ground.

It seemed that his own fists and kicks were more convenient. No. 76 glanced at the blade of the sword that was full of gaps in just one blow, and simply threw it aside, and directly rushed at the others with his bare hands.

The stalker becomes the prey in an instant.

She jumped high and walked quickly on the shoulders of the clumsy knights. Every time she landed on top of a person, she clamped the helmet with her feet, and her body rotated a circle with the help of inertia, and she could hear the crisp sound of the cervical spine breaking. Before the opponent fell, she kicked off and jumped to the next enemy.

Compared with No. 76's light movements, the knight's counterattack and dodge are no different from a wooden stake.

If it doesn't land on the top of the enemy's head, that's okay, whether it's using the strike joints to make the enemy lose balance, and then make up for a deadly kick, or relying on body skills to lure the opponent, let their front and back flanking sharp blades slash on the teammates, it's harmful to her It's all very easy.

"This is impossible!"

"Damn monster!"

After several rounds of fighting, the knights have discovered that their enemy is beyond common sense. Not only is it powerful, but they also know swordsmanship and melee combat like the back of their hands. They are completely skilled and seasoned fighters. What do you think of their precise killing methods? There is no way to connect with the woman in her twenties in front of her.

"Get out of the way, all of you!"

With a loud shout, Sir Logan galloped his horse into the crowd, pulled up his front hooves, and stepped straight towards number seventy-six.

The others quickly helped to seal the gap, trying to surround her.

No. 76 grinned, advancing instead of retreating, raised his hands and grabbed the two horseshoes firmly, the horse let out a long series of neighing, but his body remained motionless.

What she did next made everyone couldn't believe their eyes. They saw the Jazz and his mount lifted off the ground by her, and then swept towards the surrounding knights. The people who were hit had broken bones and vomited blood, or died on the spot, and Jazz himself was the worst one. After being knocked off the horse, his body had been twisted into an abnormal shape.

The pursuers who were still alive collapsed.

They got on their horses and scrambled to escape from this place, hoping to get as far away from this monster as possible, but No. 76 obviously wouldn't give them this chance.

Once the enemy gives up resistance, the next step is no different from massacre.

...

By the time all traces of the battle were dealt with on the 76th, the sky was completely dark.

The corpses of the knights were thrown into the farmland not far away, and the scattered straw was used as the most basic cover. Although it would be a matter of time before they were discovered, it was time for the witches to retreat into the territory of Graycastle.

She got into the most luxuriously decorated carriage, lifted the soft cushion on which Yorko usually lay, and carefully took out a magic stone ring that burst out with colorful light from under the cushion sheet. Even under the faint moonlight, one could see a whirlwind spinning slowly inside its crystal-clear interior.

After carefully checking the ring, No. 76 carefully put it in his arms, re-covered the cushion, and lay down on his back.

After that, she just needs to rush to the next village in a leisurely manner, and then hire a coachman to take herself to Graycastle.

They might not wait too long at the border, or even stay for a day, but as long as the destination was the western region of Graycastle, she would see those witches again one day.

Looking at the bright crescent moon outside the window, No. 76 couldn't help sighing.

More than four hundred years have passed, and the Federation that once controlled the vast land has disappeared like dust. The only thing that has not changed is the stars in the sky at night.

Only when she looks up at the sky can she feel that she is still alive. She is not living in the ground, nor is she living in the present after the Federation has disappeared, but in the holy city of Taquila four hundred years ago.

That incomparably prosperous witch empire.

The road to escape after that... can no longer be regarded as alive.

There is only a slim hope left to support her to persevere.

...

"How is it, how does it feel to change back to a female body?" Someone asked, "Is there a feeling of being yourself again?"

She took two deep breaths and tried to move her wrists and ankles, "The distance has become shorter."

"Of course, because this body is relatively short, and it's too thick for you to serve those mortals," the voice chuckled, "Besides, there are very few female God's Punishment Army itself, so don't pick and choose .”

"Appearance and age are also important," another person interjected. "If the aesthetics of mortals has not undergone drastic changes, how can someone want those bodies that look no different from men? Just standing there is disgusting." If you don’t believe me, look at Elena, she would rather have a male body than choose a defective one.”

"Yeah, yours is already the prettiest of them all."

"You know what I'm referring to, Pasha," she raised her head helplessly, looking at the huge tumor with twisting tentacles on the top of the cave, "In this way, I have to practice controlling my limbs again, from sewing to swinging a sword, Every move takes time to grind in."

"It's okay," a tentacle hung down and poked her forehead lightly, "the only thing we don't lack is time."

...

"Why do we have to deal with mortals?" Elja soaked in the scorching magma, blowing out a series of bubbles to express her dissatisfaction, "Can't we bring the witch here to test her talents?"

"Did you sleep for too long, and your mind became confused?" Pasha retorted, "It's not more than four hundred years ago, it's okay to catch one or two witches, are you going to catch hundreds of witches deep in the mountains? ? I don’t want to be treated as a monster by these juniors.”

"Then let the witch perform this task, right? Don't forget that these bodies that can move around are enemies of the witch."

"First of all, she has to fully trust us, and she has to have the ability to protect herself. Where can we find such a person? Now that mortals have taken over the outside world, we will have to deal with them sooner or later. It's like the first battle of God's will. Like the dawn of time."

Pasha paused, then stretched out a tentacle to point at her, "What do you think?"

She played a sword flower, threw the long sword, and then tilted her body slightly, so that the tip of the fallen sword could be inserted into the scabbard, "I can do whatever... as long as it can reproduce the glory of Taquila."