There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

But the effect was very good. In just a few moments, she successfully disrupted the formation of the Witch King's remaining followers and caught the warlocks who were preparing to form a formation and cast spells by surprise.

You should know that the combat effectiveness of warlocks forming a formation cannot be dealt with by common sense. The effect of multiple spells combined together can be much stronger.

But there are pros and cons to every matter. Talina's clearing did eliminate most of the Witch King's remnants, but those were just some weak warlocks.

There are only two or three people who can stand firm in her flames.

"There's no point in resisting."

He waved his hand and constructed a magic wall in front of him to isolate Talina's flames. The leader stood there calmly, his eyes hidden under the mask looking directly at Black Key.

His dark eyes were extremely deep, filled with absolute arrogance and indifference. They were the eyes of a superior, the eyes of a Leitanian noble.

Talina's guess has been verified.

"So it's you old acquaintances..."

"I was wondering, if it was just an executioner sent by the queens, why would they go to so much trouble to bring me back and allow me to live for a few more days?"

Recognizing the identity of the leader, anger appeared in Hei Jian's eyes.

These guys played a crucial role in turning my friends into monsters!

"Count Utica, you are the key to this plan."

The masked Kapu creature Lini nodded slightly, showing great respect for the black-finned monster's spiritual speed.

If it weren't for the strong magic reaction in his hands, Talina would even think that one of them was the butler and the other was the master.

“It’s still the same old cliché.”

"Didn't Gertrude prove to you that all she had done was nearly blow up a concert hall?"

"What do you want me to do this time? Blow up the school right here?"

The black musical spell was thrown out by the black key, and it hit the spell wall of the Witch King's remnants hard, creating ripples.

"You have become a little stronger... but still not even one ten-thousandth of your majesty's."

After commenting on the Black Key's spell, the surviving remnant of the Witch King stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

In an instant, a circle of magical ripples spread around, and as the music echoed, the flames were gradually suppressed and could only burn ten centimeters above the ground.

"Count Strollo failed due to his own ignorance. She and the original group of experimenters were just a mob."

"They obtained your majesty's melody, but didn't know how to play it, and used it as a weapon to spread the Originium disaster."

"This crude violence is a desecration of art. If Your Majesty had been awake at the time, he would have sentenced them to death."

Black Key's past was glossed over, and the friend who meant a lot to Black Key was described as a failure by the remnants of the Witch King.

He even disdains to be given an identity.

Hearing the other party say this, Hei Jian laughed in anger: "You mean, Gertrude is a fake? And you are the real one?"

"Do you need me to...apply to Her Majesty the Queen for an artist medal to prove that you are the legitimate one?"

"What we crave is your understanding, Count Utica."

The remaining members of the Witch King shook their heads. "You are His Majesty's successor, the proof of his glory, the embodiment of his blood, and the continuation of his melody."

"We believe that you can bring glory back to Utica, back to... Leitania."

"Why bother talking to him so much? If we catch him, we can naturally summon His Majesty."

The two men who had escaped unscathed from Talina's flames stood up behind him, standing shoulder to shoulder with the remnants of the Witch King who were communicating with the Black Key.

"The glory of the past will eventually return. We await Your Majesty's arrival. There are only a few obstacles. Kill them."

The attitudes of the two were obviously much worse, and their words were very impolite.

Perhaps he was tired of being polite with Black Key, or perhaps he didn't want to waste any more time, so the leader nodded.

The two people next to him quickly stepped back and formed a triangle with the leader, and the magic fluctuations between the three people were connected together.

Under the influence of the music, a strong wind blew up from the ground, causing the flames on the ground to flutter and flicker.

"...Then let's do it."

"Glory, blood, melody, take them all back!"

"I've always been curious about how much of what's left of the entity called 'Black Key' is left!"

Steadying his body, Black Key rushed forward without regard for the rules of battle between warlocks.

The three people in front of him were obviously not simple people. If they were really asked to use their magic, I'm afraid none of them would be able to escape.

He was not afraid of death, but he would feel guilty if Talina and Maria were implicated.

Therefore, he had to nip this threat, which had not yet occurred, in the bud!

but...

Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

As a musician and a sorcerer, Black Key's methods of fighting the enemy are really immature.

He had just rushed forward when he immediately flew back at an even faster speed and fell beside Talina.

"I..."

Hei Jian had a tense face and a bad expression. Facing the gazes of Talina and the other person, he felt that it would be better for him not to go up.

Even though Talina and the others had no intention of mocking him, he just couldn't hold it in.

He didn't even see how the opponent beat him back. The opponent was too fast, and it was not just magic, the opponent's close combat was also at full strength.

"I told you, little earl, you are still a long way from being His Majesty."

Putting down his raised foot, the remnant of the Witch King standing in front said contemptuously.

Rather than respecting Black Key, it would be more accurate to say that he respected the echoes of the world in Black Key's mind. As for Black Key's identity as the Count of Utica?

Sorry, he doesn't care at all.

Everyone is the same in his eyes except his Majesty.

"What should I do? Can you still hold on?"

Maria asked worriedly, patting Talina's back gently.

She understood Talina's situation, she was just a little exhausted, she just needed to rest for a while or restock some food, but the problem was, where could she find food right now?

The three people opposite were staring at her with eager eyes. Maria was certain that as long as they showed any intention of escaping, the spell that had not yet been fully condensed would be thrown at them the next moment.

She could stop him, but the consequences would certainly not be good. Even if she wanted to, Talina would not let her go.

I can’t leave, I can’t fight, and who can survive Draco’s flames easily?

"It's okay for now...I think it's okay to force it."

Secretly calculating the remaining strength of her body, Tatarina's eyes darted around, looking for a possible way to appear.

Suddenly, she saw a white hand on the fence not far away, with distinct joints on all five fingers, strong and vigorous.

At this moment, the hand was grabbing the edge of the railing, and with a strong pull, it brought the owner of the hand up.

The man in white and red clothes, and the small black square floating behind him, was obviously Federico, who was asked by Loris to help.

Squatting on the railing, Federico silently watched the three people who were constructing the spell.

Even with his back to them, Federico could still smell that strange odor, just like the one he had smelled last night.

Taking out the shotgun from his waist, Federico quietly moved behind the three men. The three men, who were busy constructing spells, had no idea that a gun-wielding Sakota had appeared behind them.

The Witch King's spells consume not only the Originium spells in their bodies, but also their physical and mental strength.

If it were the time of the Witch King, they only needed to act as the medium of musical notes for the spells, and the means of casting the spells were all handled by the Witch King.

But now that the Witch King is gone, they need to build it themselves, so it takes so much time.

Talking those few words to Hei Jian was just a way to buy time.

Federico moved silently behind the three men like a film, raised his shotgun and aimed at the two behind him.

Faced with the imminent crisis, the two men finally reacted and turned around to prepare to deal with the enemy who had quietly approached them from behind.

But when they turned around, they saw two black gun muzzles.

boom! ! !

PS: Two more updates...(????)?????

Volume 8: Chapter 40: In Person

The deafening and violent sound of gunfire exploded in my ears, and the bullet hidden in the gun barrel was shot out with flames, shooting towards the heads of the two people behind.

The distance between the three of them was extremely short. The moment they saw Federico, everything in front of them turned pale the next second.

His body turned limp into a puddle of mud, blood splattered all over the ground, and the two confused men collapsed to the ground.

The spell that was about to be completed lost two connection points, which caused the remnants of the Witch King who were bearing most of the pressure in the front to collapse instantly.

"puff!"

Blood was gushing out of the mask covering his face, and some fragments of internal organs could be vaguely seen. The remnants of the Witch King stood staggering in place, looking like they would fall down at any time.

The consequences of spell backlash are unpleasant, let alone a spell of this level?

He was lucky not to die on the spot.

The people present fell into a strange silence, and no one spoke. Finally, the three people who arrived late broke the silence.

boom!

The tightly closed iron gate was kicked open, and Loris, who had been left behind by Federico halfway, finally caught up with Micha and Pim.

"I say...why...why...won't you just follow the right path?"

Holding his knees, Loris gasped for breath and patted his chest with his right hand to relieve the burning pain in his throat.

Beside him, Misha and Pim were not much better. They leaned against the wall, seemingly without the energy to talk.

"According to my calculations, this is the quickest and dirtiest way to do it. And this way can give us an advantage. A head-on confrontation is too risky. Even if we can win, the chance of getting hurt is 79%. It's not worth it."

Federico fiddled with the magazine of the shotgun with his thumb, and two smoking shells jumped out of the magazine. With two clicks, the shotgun was loaded again.

Raising his shotgun and aiming it at the remaining Witch King's followers, Federico said, "Take them with you and we'll reunite later."

"Really? Can't you take a break?"

Pim, who had been running back and forth for a long distance, suddenly wailed when he heard this, and his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground.

He can't walk anymore!

Even if he died here, he didn't want to leave!

Bang bang! ! !

Two more gunshots were heard, and Federico pulled the trigger again.

But this time the remnants of the Witch King were prepared, and Federico's bullet was stopped by the magic wall in front of him.

"Sakta...?"

Wiping the blood from his chin, the remnant of the Witch King spoke in a hoarse voice.

The backlash of the spell caused him great harm, but what made her even more angry was that she was actually disrupted by a Sakota.

"Your actions just now...can I take it that Lateran wants to declare war on Leithania?!"

"I don't think a terrorist's words can represent the will of the Twin Queens. Perhaps you are one of their subordinates."

Federico reloaded and fired with familiarity. In between conversations, he continued to pour out firepower: "If that happens, I will immediately cease fire."

The tiny projectiles kept hitting the magic wall, and soon a tiny crack appeared in the magic wall.

"Heh... Traitors who defy our king, where does their power come from? What is the magic they use to judge our king?! They are nothing but heartless people! How can they possibly sit on the throne?"

Wow!

The magic wall shattered under Federico's continuous bombardment, and countless blue particles dissipated in the wind. The projectiles whose trajectories were changed by the magic wall hit the right hand of the remnants of the Witch King.

With just one blow, the right hand of the remaining Witch King was broken and fell to the ground.

But the remnants of the Witch King did not let out any cries of pain, as if the broken limbs on the ground had nothing to do with them.

"Okay, okay... since we're here, don't leave."