With another heavy impact, the short sword and the witch sword bounced away from each other.
Veronica took a step forward and smashed the root of the hilt, missing the target with just a slight difference. Then she had to defend herself, barely avoiding the sharp blade of the short sword, then retreated one step, opened up the space, and make full use of the mobile power given by her psychic energy.
"You're not in a thirst."
Suddenly, the words were almost uncontrollably taken out of Veronica's lips
Hunger and thirst are the various mutations and self-destructive names displayed by the Ark Spirits to the Comoros tribe. Their genetically modified bodies were destroyed and distorted, and they had to use the pain of other creatures to make up for their own defects and fell into a hell of self-destruction.
The Great Prophet once told Veronica that if he entered this evil path, even death would be difficult to get rid of.
During the battle, Veronica discovered through her psychic energy that Everenie's body was purer than all the dark elves present, and her soul was also very pure, without the mottled and dirty marks of other dark elves who had absorbed too many painful souls.
Simply put, she did not embark on the path of suffering from sucking other creatures.
There is only one thing, that is, her soul seems to be shrouded in a shadow, separating her thoughts so that Veronica cannot peek at.
It was an extremely strange force that made Veronica feel a little palpitation.
Hearing Veronica's words, Everenie smiled, in a cruel voice.
"You mean I'm still like the natives of Comoros? Of course, not yet, but sooner or later."
Veronica continued to retreat, letting her enemies press forward step by step, and observed the battle situation of the surrounding recruits from the corner of her eyes, and divided her mind to guide Avalon's heart to save them.
"I will never understand your fall."
Everenie's lips made a contemptuous hum, and the sword-like shadows blurred like a tulle around her armored body.
Then the swords and swords attacked each other again, making a jingle and jingle explosion.
"What can you understand? As a flower in a greenhouse, you have never truly understood the suffering of reality. You have been given talent but are too simple. You only see their cruelty and have not seen their torment. Comoros are Ada, and Ada is Comoros. You escape, take your eyes away, and dare not face this - our race is always like this."
The weapons spiraled around each other, weaving, pricking, and pounding.
"However, to me, the shackles no longer exist."
Just then, Veronica heard a dull cry of pain, which made her distracted glance, and another recruit fell down, with two sharp blades in his chest.
Just when she was distracted to attract Avalon's Heart, Everenie seized the opportunity to press her against her body. The sunken card on the scimitar controlled Veronica's witch sword, which forced the other party to block the folding fan pointed directly at her throat with her arm.
The moment Veronica held the bottom of the folding fan, the fan suddenly opened, only one palm wide from Veronica's face, and the sharp spike on the fan bone was flashing with a vicious light.
"Don't struggle, I don't want to mess with your face."
Everenie said in a cruel but sincere tone:
"Give up resistance and go with me, I guarantee you safety."
At this time, Veronica's arms were locked. She pulled them twice, and found that they were not moving at all. She immediately realized the absolute difference in strength between the two.
But this doesn't mean she's going to surrender.
"Think beautifully!"
Veronica suddenly let go of her hand and Wu Jian fell to the ground.
The moment the sword tip touched the ground, the blade shattered, and then a waterfall composed of shining fragments formed throughout the space.
The next moment, under Everenie's surprise gaze, the air burst out suddenly between her and Veronica, and a huge force pushed her into the air, carrying the surrounding corpses and then spinning.
The moment she landed, Everenie stabilized herself, and her boots fell deeply into the stirring ground.
When she raised her head again, Veronica had already floated half a meter from the ground. Her slightly raised hands screamed as the light twisted, as if half immersed in another world.
Everenie realized that she could no longer take over the other party in an ordinary way, and she also underestimated the war witch, or the daughter of Isa.
Thinking of the possibility of failure, the Dominant Succubus couldn't help but burst into anger.
She has made arrangements for so long and has put in so much effort. If she gets nothing, she will not only ruin her reputation, but also disappoint the supporters behind her.
She has failed in the past and will never repeat the same mistake now.
Some kind of terrifying power began to form inside her body, swelling in her chest, causing her breathing to be violently rhythmic.
And just as Veronica was watching, Everenie's braid suddenly dissipated and turned into an unknown white.
“It’s time to end.”
Everenie whispered and took her first breath.
But Veronica had already started to move, and her movements were unavailable. It was as if she had already conceived before the other party spoke, and was ready to complete it outside of time, and then was brought into the present moment, which was faster than thinking.
Her flashing hand stretched forward, spinning in visual interference, pulling light and body out of reality.
And Everenie roared and disappeared from the spot.
The next moment, her short knife hit the barrier in front of Veronica, and then there was a violent explosion.
Veronica was thrown high into the air, and then she kept standing and smashed back to the ground, thirty meters away from where she had been standing.
Then, she raised her head weakly and looked for the target. The supernatural explosion almost flattened the area around the two of them to the ground, and the aftermath of the explosion had not yet dissipated, radiating from around her body like a heartbeat.
Suddenly, Veronica felt a flash in front of her eyes. The white-haired Everenie had already appeared in front of her. Before she could raise her hand, the folding fan hit the back of her head.
"withdraw!"
He carried the soft-fallen Veronica on his shoulders and rolled up the heart of Avalon that fell to the ground. Everenie, whose hair color began to gradually recover, shouted and started running away first.
Then the witch spirits also immediately escaped from the battle and began to run for life.
"Battleman! Put down Ms. Veronica!!! Stop her for me!!! Stop her quickly!"
He kicked Valoxian away with blood. Arming didn't care about the blood-burning neck, and even more so on chasing the other party, but shouted orders to the soldiers.
So immediately several soldiers pointed their guns at the running Everenie.
"Don't fire! You stupid pigs! Catch her!"
Armin was also anxious and started to swear words. The recruits immediately put down their guns and chased after them.
But how could they chase a dark spirit clan who was running for full speed?