Vol 6 Chapter 89

Before Magdal slowly opened her eyes, the first thing she felt was burning pain, sweat dripping from her body, and her clothes and hair were extremely uncomfortable sticking to her skin. There was a hot pain on the exposed skin, as if the epidermis was torn apart, and the fat below was the same as the muscles exposed to the hot air.

She gave a deep whisper, her long eyelashes moved, and her arm resting on the walnut floor first came into view.

The injury was not as severe as expected, and there were several abrasions on the forearm, but the dark red scars were distributed on the skin like ice and snow, which seemed a little shocking.

Feeling dizzy, she got up from the ground and looked around blankly, and found that she was lying beside the bed, which was a luxurious princess bed, and the delicate relief decoration on it was full of the style of the Anbu Ruoyin Bay area, The appearance of such a bed in the heart of the empire shows that the host here has taken good care of its guests.

But the long, gold-like hair beneath the princess's palace seemed to be covered with dust and hang loosely on her shoulders. She stared blankly at the gravel and rubble scattered from the wooden floor and falling from the ceiling, before she remembered everything that happened before:

The servants in the manor screamed and noisy, and she saw the sky outside the window turning bright golden red. He ran to the edge of the window and raised his head. Numerous dense golden lines were reflected in his eyes, slowly advancing along the dark night sky above his head.

There was a clutter of heavy footsteps on the stairs behind him. It was the sound of iron boots stepping on a solid wood board. She turned around by the window and saw the one who was being trained by herself called Divi. There was a panic on the maid's face.

The door was knocked open.

But at that time, an amazing light suddenly burst out of the window, and that light swallowed everything, wrapped in scorching heat and air waves. She turned her head out the window again, and saw the oak trees and lush foliage on the avenue in the distance turned into a torch. The air wave rushed to the window instantly. She felt that she was flying, her vision turned around, as if she saw Divy screaming, hugging her head and squatting on the ground.

Then the memory is lost.

By the way, what about Divi?

"Tivy?" She called, her hoarse voice startling herself, her throat hurting as if swallowed a piece of hot charcoal.

She hurriedly stopped. Frowning in pain, he reached out to support his bed and stood up staggeringly.

There was already a sea of ​​fire outside the manor.

Burning trees, dried up fountains, dumped wall bricks and stones, the blazing fire reflected the slate into golden red, and the strange shadows swayed in the fire, like a hell-like scene.

"Tivy?"

"Are you Divy?"

Magdale walked through the dark corridor, her voice echoing in the empty villa. She carefully avoided the bodies of the guards on the floor, and found a shoe among the ashes and coke.

The maid's shoes were apparently dropped later. She picked up her shoes and then labored down the stairs, leaning against the wall.

The hall was a mess, all the lights were off, and it was dark. The door was open, and the fire came in from the outside. She stopped at the corner of the stairs between the first-floor lobby and the second-floor cloister, and saw the body lying quietly by the gate.

It was the cold body of a flowering girl, lying on her back on the wooden floor. The thin body was halved from the waist and blood stained the black and white maid clothes.

She is bare with one foot. Holding the imperial queen's seal with one hand tightly, he stared hollowly as if staring deadly into the sky, and opened his mouth slightly.

Magdal covered his mouth, took a step back subconsciously, and slammed against the wooden wall behind him, with dust and charcoal rustle falling from his head. But she didn't realize it. There was only a sad and unbelievable expression in her eyes, I wonder if it was deeply stabbed by the body of the maid or the ring clasped in her hand.

There was a flash of light in her mind at this moment, she woke up, took two steps back, dragged her skirt and turned back to run up the stairs. "Click" A loud noise. Suddenly, Magdal's position just shattered. A dark shadow fell from the sky. It was an ugly and terrifying monster like a beetle. Its forelimb was like a sickle blade, and it was cut into the wooden board. .

Her Royal Highness looked back at the monster in horror. Although she didn't know what it was, it didn't prevent her from understanding the cold, undisguised killing in the other's black compound eyes.

She ran up the corridor on the second floor with her skirt, but she stepped on the corner of the skirt in a panic on the last step, and the whole person flew forward and fell heavily on the floor.

She snorted, her heart clung tightly together, and she told herself that she must get up immediately, but the fear of death was covering her like a shadow, so that her hands and feet would not listen to the command.

The princess was desperate, she turned her head around, watching the worm-like monster appear on the stairs on the second floor, hissing, and raised her sickle-like forelimbs into her chest.

Just as Magdale watched the sharp forelimb cut through his chest, suddenly a dazzling blue light bloomed from there, it was like a bolt of lightning, like a sharp arrow Hit the monster's forelimb.

The latter made a scream of screaming, raised his head, opened the carapace behind his back to reveal the wings, and flew backwards in a split second.

Light flashed away.

Magdal looked at the scene dullly, and immediately felt a hot and intense pain in her heart. She reached out and pressed, touching the palm of the hand, and opened her hand. The white palm was full of dazzling red.

Divi's deadly face broke into her mind at once, and her blue-purple complexion instantly made her understand that the worm's forelimbs should have poisonous glands.

"Can you still die ..."

A groggy feeling struck.

Suddenly, she remembered a conversation she had with Griffin under the leadership of Princess Eruin, and her close friend still had the courage to resist her fate.

But for myself, should I die here so unknowingly?

"In the end I didn't even know what it was to kill my monster ... compared to Griffin ... so unwilling."

Breathing became difficult.

She lost her strength and lay flat in the dust, her eyes began to blur, and her vision blurred. The monster crawled back again and looked down at her. It lifted its forelegs and stabbed at her carefully. Chest.

Magdale felt a sting in his heart.

She gave a slight whisper.

"... what do you want ... eat me?"

She stumbled to think.

The tears could not help falling.

I do n’t know since when, for the fate of the little kingdom, she had to shoulder this heavy responsibility, pious faith, obedient and docile princess princess in the temple ’s eyes, and the exquisite makeup Faces do not need to have their own ideas and opinions.

Her only struggle may be to wait quietly, or to be a saint, without having to be a political chip.

But the only person who broke into her atrium ended her dream of all girls with a cold sword in the heavy rain.

She still remembers the torrential rain on the blade, mixed with her rosy blood, and reflected in the blade, her own frightened eyes.

Magdal coughed slightly.

There was no energy for even a bitter smile.

"I envy Griffin, so lucky ..."

I don't know why, but she thought of Brando in turmoil. Lord Earl saved her life, but she didn't help her. The maid beside her betrayed herself and sold them to Her Majesty.

It is hoped that Lord Earl ’s good luck will survive this disaster.

She thought silently.

Suddenly she realized that she was beginning to hallucinate. She saw the dark ceiling twisted like a vortex, and then dropped a dark mass from it.

"what is that……"

"Isn't it that people can see everything before their death, their reflection in the lake of the abyss before they die? ... but why is my fantasy so strange ..."

"Is this Master Martha punishing me for hypocrisy ..."

...

When Brando returned to God, he found himself standing on a narrow corridor.

This corridor is the second floor of a hall, which is paved with grey wooden boards and is supported on beams. Not far away is a window, the cold moonlight flowing in from outside the window, as if mercury was flowing on the floor, shining thick dust.

A skeleton stood in front of himself.

It hangs its head, and a sharp sword is inserted between the empty ribs. The sword is three feet and one inch in length. The handguard is decorated with iron flower carvings. The spine is engraved with different shades of numbers. Kingdom cavalry sword cast in the Battle of the Year ...

He still remembered a moment ago when he ordered Malocha and Fiyas to reset to cards, grabbed Rut and stuffed it into his pockets, and plunged into the gap in the oncoming space.

But the scene at hand is just as familiar.

Everything seems to happen yesterday

Brando lowered his head subconsciously, and found a redness between his chest and abdomen, but a long and narrow wound on his left chest had been healing for a long time.

He turned his head silently again, a blank wall on the wall in the dark far away, the damaged mural scattered at the corners, and a ring on the ground was shining.

He reached out and touched his waist, but he felt empty.

"Brando?"

A crisp, curious voice sounded downstairs, like a string of bells, falling on the ground in the dark, with a clear echo, with a magical power that went straight into the heart.

... (to be continued ...)