In the midst of the smoke, she captured the goal of the operation for the first time.

Count Lorenzo.

He had apparently just woken up from his dream, and was sitting on the side of the bed in a panic, wearing his trousers, while the samurai who was guarding the big bed had pulled out his short sword and threw himself into the wall collapse.

The practice of breaking the wall obviously violates the "vigilance bottom line" of these bodies - as long as the pre-order is to kill any enemy who breaks into the house, even if the manipulator loses consciousness, the samurai will automatically respond.

“Betty!”Zoe shouted.

"Understood," followed the latter, kneeling on one leg, and holding hands into bowls, "come on!"

Long-term training and cooperation made the two people feel like a general, Zoe did not even look back, jumped directly back -

Betty got her exactly.

As his hands pushed hard, Zoe leaped through the air through this force, flew over the head of the samurai like a swallow, and then grabbed the chandeliers of the vaulted dome, and in the blink of an eye, it was close to the big bed.

The spacious and spacious, luxuriously furnished large bedroom provided the Lord with an extremely comfortable and enjoyable space, and also became the stage for her performance.

Zoe raised the shotgun directly in the air.

Time seems to stop.

The samurai was still turning, but apparently it was too late to keep up with her.

Betty turned her back to the big bed and posed for victory—a problem apparently from the dream world, what real men never look back at the explosion, what style of combat aesthetics... I don't want to think that it's all magic special effects, fake.However, when she was only half-legged and still paid attention to the movement of the samurai, Zoe did not bother to care about her.

As for Count Lorenzo, he raised his head in horror, his eyes full of inconceivableness.

From the firing of a shot to the present, but only for tens of seconds, for him, I am afraid that I did not think that the defense line formed by God punishing the samurai would be so fragile.

The chandelier was directly scattered under the pull of the great force, and the burning candles flew in the sky, like a flickering fire.

It was in this fire that Zoe aimed at the target and pulled the trigger.

“Bombing—”

With a loud noise, time returned to flow again.

There was a sudden haemorrhage on the count!

Dozens of steel beads from above, almost completely enveloped him.Under the strong impact, he even fell first, then tugged straight, and then fell, it was twisted into a rag.

And Zoe's feet followed on the big bed, the devastated bed frame finally can not bear, the echo and broken, bombardment collapsed into a stall of wood.

At the same time, the samurai of God suddenly stopped moving.

"Other than landing is not perfect, the other action is full."Betty whistled, "It's better to have a pair of glasses."

Zoe looked at her in a frenzy and said, "First the body is recycled and then the nonsense."

“Yes, yes...” Betty shrugged, pulled out a small corner of the glopriate from her waist pocket, and blew it up in her mouth.

It is a special tune, and it is also a fragment of memory that is engraved in the transformation of the divine samurai - for the body of an owner, it is equivalent to activating the command.

"From now on, I will be your new master."Betty cleared her throat and said word for word.

Six gods punished the samurai with a fist in their chests.

“Only before winter.When you arrive at the third border city, you will be thrown into the storage room for everyone to choose - if you look good, you have the opportunity to see the day again, otherwise you will have to stay scrapped.Of course, I don't think you... have much hope."Betty half-joked, even though she knew the bodies wouldn’t react at all.

The blood of magic has destroyed the self-consciousness of the original owner.

Zoe opened the copper door and saw that at the end of the corridor, many guards were rushing towards the Lord's bedroom, and the upstairs and downstairs were also hurried footsteps, apparently this short battle had completely broken the tranquility of the night, and the entire castle area had entered a state of defense.

“Do you see those guys in armor?”Betty smiled, "Get rid of them."

As soon as the voice fell, the samurai punished the samurai as if they had rushed out from behind her like a beast, held up their swords and rushed them to the guard, and in the surprised eyes of the other, they pierced the sword blade into their chests.

The castle is boiling.

...

There were soldiers of the First Army, and the cover of Shanghaigou, Joe entered the dungeon without encountering any twists and turns.

But when he saw Farina hanging from the frame, his chest was still smashed like a hammer, and an indescribable pain tightened his heart.

The shining woman was now like a dead wood that had dried up all the vitality of life, hanging powerlessly on the chain.

It was hard to see a piece of clean skin on her body, and the whip marks spread from her shoulders to legs.

The back and chest are the key areas of destruction.

A group of red and swollen marks are flowing with thick water, apparently after being burned by the branded iron, and the wound formed by failure to be properly handled.

Judging from the continuing torture, she did not choose to give in to Lorenzo, even though she had been treated as such.

Joe trembling toward her, feeling that every step was so hard.

Instead, the accompanying soldiers reacted more quickly, and they took the first step to untie the chains and release Farina from the frame.

“Is that the one you want to save?Don’t stop there, come and help!”

“Ah... yes...” Joe picked up Farina as he had dreamed of waking up and placed her flat on the grass.

The soldier seemed to be ready early, took a stack of bottles and cans from his backpack, and began to treat her with emergency treatment—though Joe didn’t know what the potions worked, but they were at least effective from Farina’s gentle breathing.

As he helped with the bandage, Farina suddenly let out a groan and opened her eyes slightly.

“Why... it’s you...” she muttered, “I’m dreaming?”

“No, it’s not a dream, it’s all over!”Joe held her face, his voice choking back.

“The past?”Farina a little, “I get it.I'm already dead, right?That’s why I’ll see you in the basement.”

She slowly raised her hand and touched Joe’s cheek with twisted fingers—Lorenzo not only pulled out her fingernails, but also broke one of her fingers, and at the moment was more like a withered branch than a hand.“I’m sorry I didn’t let the church continue... I failed to live up to your expectations...”

“I don’t care, I don’t care—” Joe felt the heat running over his cheeks, “and that’s not your fault at all!”

“Are you comforting me?“You’ve never been like that before,” said Farina, opening her blood-stained lips, “and no matter what, don’t go away, stay with me, okay?”

Joe could no longer hold her back, holding her, “I’ll be with you.”Wherever I go, I will be by your side...even if it is death!”

“Thank you...” was the last he heard.