Chapter 3261 Bishop of Doom

Above the water, about three minutes ago—

As Xia De entered the water with a pounce, the cat, who was very worried, walked to the gap on the ice and looked down.

The big amber eyes were full of worry, and Miss Reinhardt, who was holding the rope, was originally worried that the black ice would be re-freezed, but with the soft "meow" sound of the cat, the small flame spurted out of the cat's mouth, and immediately melted the ice layer that was about to re-freeze.

"Miss, what kind of breed of cat is this? Look at it standing in such a dirty area, not even wearing amulets, but it was not affected at all."

The white-haired girl asked her teacher softly, that the youngest witch apprentice of this generation was still innocent and had no resistance to small and cute cats like Xiaomia:

"In my hometown, there are some snow-white alien creatures on the ice field that can resist extreme cold and storms. But generally speaking, cats that can resist cold have white fur. Like this cat, orange-white fur is very rare."

The big witch of the sun couldn't answer this question. She was just thinking about why the flame was obviously not warm when she faced the flames emitted by the cat, but now it could melt the black ice produced by the filth of the snow mountain.

The rope in his hand suddenly moved, and Miss Reinhardt understood that Shade had begun to prepare for casting spells.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, her keen perception captured the pure earth power from her feet dispelling the filth around her. However, she could only perceive this by relying on her connection with the snow-capped mountains. She was not the witch of the earth, so she could not understand the specific origin of the magic tricks performed by Xia De through such perception.

The light golden eyes looked around, and the black ice crystals climbing on the ground and the trunks were slowly fading, and the surrounding chill that invaded the soul was also disappearing little by little. So the witch and the apprentice knew that Xia De's method was working, and his magic seemed to be born specifically to restrain this filth.

"When Vanessa saw him, would she be attracted by his magical technique?"

The witch began to think randomly in her head, but she did not forget to ask her apprentice:

"It's getting late. How about we have lunch first and then go up the mountain later?"

"Okay, teacher, follow your instructions."

The white-haired girl whispered, her eyes still staring at the cat guarding the ice. Miss Reinhardt was about to say something, but suddenly she frowned and turned around and looked behind her.

On the path of the cedar forest, a man wearing monocle glasses was walking towards the spring. The huge brass holy emblem of [Mr. Doom] hung on his chest, and his left hand kept throwing a white dice of ten sides. The dice appeared in the sunlight with a nearly translucent material.

Miss Larson turned around later at this time, but was immediately stopped by Miss Reinhardt. The witch reached out and stuffed the rope to her apprentice, looking at the stranger with a serious expression.

"I don't understand, our level is only one level apart. What confidence do you have to defeat me alone? With the relic in your hand?"

The witch asked the last question. Thirteen orange-red gems flew out from the small bag reinforced around her waist, forming a new semicircular ring between her and the ring of life. The gems emitted a warm and hot light like the sun. When she first arrived on the island last time, she didn't expect to face the angel-level magic sword directly, and was not ready, but this time she went out with full arms.

Kale Votuna, who showed the dice in his hand, nodded:

"You have lost when I think you are an enemy. The angel-level spinning wheel, two sage-level relics, three sage-level relics, and the sect's magic curse rituals, the bad luck that these combined brings you is enough to bow to fate.

The reason I came to you was just to ensure that things were foolproof and to determine your origin. Now I can basically determine that according to the probability of going from big to small, you belong to [Witch Council], [Girl of Harvest], [Sun Oath] or [Trace Theater]."

After saying that, he looked at the witch's expression again, but could not make any inference from her expression:

"The secret relic of the guardian [The Challenge of the Brave], 0-3 is good luck, and 4-9 is bad luck. Originally this was an effect for the user, but we mastered a unique secret technique to make it effective against others - guess what extent will your luck be in the next three minutes?"

The rays bursting out from the thirteen orange-red gems shot out in the next second. After the rumbling explosion, the archbishop of the cult group stood intact, but the dice in his hand had fallen to the snow surface under his feet:

"The number 7, I remember this corresponds to a malicious summon. Then forever, two ladies."

The dark space crack opened between the two sides, and behind the two-meter-long black horizontal crack, the eyes of the blood-colored and turbid silver beast slowly opened.

It simply opened its eyes from the sealed subspace to look at the material world, and the sky above the snow-capped mountains directly transformed from a clear morning to an evening dusk, and even March appeared.

The heavy night color invaded the material world from the cracks in the space at this moment. The silence of almost erasing all the sounds and colors even made the witch take two steps immediately. Her face looked quite ugly. She controlled the power of ice and fire, and the real nemesis of the power she mastered was actually this deep and quiet darkness and night color.

If she is stronger, then she is the opponent's nemesis, but obviously this time she encountered an accident:

"Ancient evil thing-moon beast."
Chapter completed!