After a while, Hermione's power dissipated and she returned to her balanced state, looking at the chaotic village with a hint of powerlessness. I don't know how many ordinary people in more remote places were deceived and abducted onto the road to death.
Perhaps for them, death is the best ending, and living is even more difficult.
The frost at the door of the church was broken, and Vere and Legile, who came out to check, saw an incredible scene. The surrounding houses had been destroyed, and some of them had charred foundations.
A girl hangs in the square, with her black hair flying. The square is covered with spider silk that appears from nowhere, and extends densely along the pile of debris to the sky. The dark clouds in the sky are dispersing, and the sunlight shining down again makes the square and
Things around you are clearer.
There was half a corpse in the girl's hand. Black flames were burning continuously, and drops of black sticky substance were falling. Weir and the others couldn't see what was inside. Four people were lying side by side on the ground below the girl, including the ones who had just come to save them.
Sensing the person behind her coming out, Hermione eliminated the spider thread and threw the body to the ground. The black flames were still burning. She also fell to the ground. The time was almost up. Just like her peak experience card, her hair was naturally scattered on the ground.
later.
Will and Legira overcame the fear in their hearts and walked over cautiously, looking around from time to time, fearing that something might come out.
Hermione turned around and asked expressionlessly, "Are the villagers okay?"
Will and Legira were stunned by the beauty of the girl in front of them. The strange charm of the facial features attracted them. The two restrained their hearts and answered, "The villagers are fine except for being a little panicked."
"It's okay, at least I didn't let them down." After Hermione finished speaking, she turned back and looked at the four people lying in front of her. Diego and Garnier were breathing weakly, and Delphine and Roddy were still smiling, with their eyes and nose open.
The blood at the corner of his mouth has turned into blood stains.
"Have they already..." Weir said with difficulty, it was a bit difficult for him to accept.
"Two were seriously injured and two were left. You read that right." Hermione covered the dead man's face with her coat, then sat on the glove box next to her and turned to look at Will and Legira, "Am I
It’s useless. I’m too arrogant and ignore the dangers that I should be aware of. I can handle it myself, and it’s natural for me to think that the people around me can also handle it. If I had been more prepared, this wouldn’t be the case.”
Light blue pupils looked at the two of them, with no sadness or other expressions on their faces. Will and Legira were trying to restrain their impulses, and the charm that Hermione unconsciously exuded affected them both.
"Sorry, my breath will affect you. I will try to control it." Hermione took out her glasses and put them on. The sleeves of her white lace shirt and loose breeches were somewhat damaged.
"Please appease the villagers! Someone will handle this soon. You still have a heavy task." Hermione continued without giving them a chance to speak.
Weir and Legira didn't know what to say, they had never had these experiences.
In the open space next to Hermione, a woman wearing a long black dress appeared. She had brown hair pulled up, a high nose, and dark eyes. She said to Will and Legira, "Everything that happened today should be kept secret as much as possible."
The two left and walked into the church. The woman in black skirt looked at Hermione.
"Thank you for your timely help. His Majesty the Pope is dealing with the escaped person. Let me introduce myself. I am Grant Clenath Rand, one of the cardinals of the Church of the Night Goddess."
"My name is Hermione, you should know where I come from." Hermione replied indifferently. It would be better if you came earlier. In fact, you have to come quickly, because this place will end soon, and it will be a short moment.
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"Because of this, we believe you. Everyone has done a good job this time. In such a short time, the casualties have been kept to a minimum. The deceased will return to the goddess's kingdom to rest in peace. Praise the goddess!"
Then a black wave dispersed, and Will, Legira and others all felt a sense of calm and tranquility that soothed their inner fatigue, and Hermione herself calmed down a little.
Knut crawled out of the rubble of the Steam Church, spat out gravel and sand from his mouth, and ran quickly outside the village. Just as he was about to take a step forward, Knut felt a wave of darkness coming from all around, and his whole body
disappear.
Darkness appeared, and Knut fell in front of Hermione and Grantham. When Knut saw Hermione, he thought of something, and ran away in fear, and spider silk quickly wrapped around her hands and feet.
"Is there anything you want to say?" Hermione asked.
"You bunch of traitors, God will definitely punish you." Knut shouted,
"Are you going to take it back for questioning?" Hermione asked Grantster
"No need, people with weak faith will only stain our hands," Grantster replied.
Hermione controlled the spider thread to tighten, and after looking at it, she threw it into the pile of black flames and burned it to ashes. The black flames then extinguished, revealing a pure white bone. Kiefer's remaining characteristics seemed to be melted into the bone, exuding from time to time.
Filthy smell.
Hermione looked at the bones, "You can take these things too! After all, you are more suitable to handle them." She has not recovered yet, and she can't find any good craftsmen to make magical items with less negative effects, so why not go to the exchange point?
bonus.
"The police will come to deal with it soon, and their auras have stabilized. I will recycle these characteristics first and take them back to seal them. If you need anything, you can come to me."
Grantster said goodbye and left, leaving Hermione a silver bracelet engraved with fine runes, and then disappeared into the square with precipitated characteristics. At this time, the sunlight above Hermione's head was only slightly tilted than when it came in.
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Outside the circle of debris surrounding the square, two carriages appeared, with several people and a girl getting out. Passing through the debris pile, Greg saw four people lying in the middle of the open space, two of them covered their heads, and sat next to them.
There is a girl wearing glasses, with black hair tied behind her back, who is thinking about something.
The girl who was following Greg suddenly cried when she saw the person lying in front of her.
"Calm down, Lina, wait until you see your brother before we talk, no matter life or death."
Greg held Lina, who was wearing double braids, with one hand and continued walking. Seeing several people in police uniforms approaching, Hermione stood up and took out her ID.
"The villagers are all in the church, and there are probably some at the Storm Lord's Church as well. Let them deal with it and go home! It's said that the disaster has passed."
"Put them on the car and have someone take us back to Yorktown." Hermione pointed to the four people on the ground.
"Yes, sir." Greg asked his men to put Diego and others into the car, and Hermione got on the carriage and left.
Weir heard the cry and walked out with the help of Legira. Linna saw the bandaged Weir and came forward crying. Greg also walked up and asked the villagers to come out to clean up the debris and looked at Weir.
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"You should understand a lot this time. Don't show off casually in the future. Listen to me more. Your father died in these conflicts."
After Greg saw the dark clouds, he ran to Weir's house to take a look, and found that Weir was not there. Linna, who was looking after the store, felt something was wrong and wanted to take a look. It happened that the news from above was also sent, and she and everyone hurried over.
Looking at the damaged houses and ground, Greg had a headache. Was this a battle? He had to deal with it.
Weir next to him choked up and said, "My friends all died in front of me. There was really nothing I could do. If it hadn't been for Legira and they hadn't arrived in time, I might have died. The killer killed us one by one.
There's nothing I can do while enjoying our fear."
"You are very brave, aren't you? You have been accompanying me to search and rescue the villagers. Because of this, the goddess will always protect us." Legira said, hugging Will.
"Brother, you're fine. Mom and I are very worried about you." Linna felt relieved after seeing that her brother's life was not in danger.
"At least most of the people in the village are still there." Greg didn't know how to comfort him. He patted Weir and then walked to deal with the problem.
In the square, villagers came out one after another to clean up debris.
