Anne smiled, the memory of her playfulness with Corneille bringing her a warm and happy feeling. Corneille was a man worth teasing, not only because he could accept her teasing so slowly, but also because his counterattack brought danger that made her heart beat faster. Although it was just for fun, he seriously demonstrated the fighting styles of the Federation's extraordinary people other than Waite. In the frustrating failure, Anne herself grew up. Am I a good student? I really want to be praised by him. Anne's light-hearted mood made her choose to land lightly. She has returned to her previous appearance, with the eye shadow and vertical pupils seemingly never having existed, but in Count Marseille's remaining memory, he could clearly see the afterimages of wings and tail. "The daughter of the 'devil'?" asked Count Marseille. "I'm sorry, I don't understand what you are talking about." At this moment, the barrier on the Discipline Tower trembled and suddenly became bright, like a coal ball thrown into a furnace. Anne took a look, then turned back to Count Marseille and said, "Although we are outside the plan, we can all guess what our allies want to do.
Now comes the final word, Mr. La Marche." Anne spread out her palms, and the light of teleportation magic illuminated Count Marseille's vision, but this time the one teleported was... Count Marseille. Caught off guard, Count Marseille was teleported above the reservoir. He fell straight down, and saw a hairpin woven with flames following him. "Ms. Longueville, you don't know me well enough!" Count Marseilles laughed wildly and opened his arms. The back of his coat broke, and the poetry collection on his ribs fell into the water first, then turned into two hands in an instant to hold him up. He lay on his hands and watched a second pair of arms emerge from the water to block the attack for him. The four-armed monster climbed out of the reservoir and lowered Count Marseille back to the ground. Anne saw the object built by Count Marseilles using half of his reserve of poetry: it looked like a somewhat abstract woman, with two pairs of arms, the upper pair was shorter and the lower pair was longer. Although abstract, Anne recognized the image it represented: Lady Careless, the King of the Forest in the realm of Temperance and now the eldest of the Kings of Waite. "Although it is just a replica with a poor appearance, it can still use magic like the old witch. Next, you can play with it." said Count Marseille. Chapter 70: Shattering the Divine Art The "Demon" realm and the "Temperance" realm have a long tradition of opposition, and their conflict can be traced back to the beginning of the establishment of the two realms: At that time, people regarded magic related to pleasure and indulgence as a taboo, because too many witches stopped striving for progress, wasted their talents, squandered their gifts, and finally died miserably. In order to warn later generations, people classified this type of magic into the same field, gave it the name of "devil", and stuffed some witches who corrupted social morals into this field. At the same time, in order to monitor the "Demon" realm and prevent these corrupt elements from spilling over, the "Temperance" realm was created. All of its realm-specific magics clearly restrained the exclusive magic of the "Demon" realm at the time. At this time, the "Demon" realm was still at a disadvantage. The only time they could truly become evenly matched with the "Temperance" realm was when the Longueville family became the queen of the forest in the "Demon" realm. The Longueville family creates and increases wealth, and then uses that wealth to develop new domain-specific magic, no longer constrained by the realm of "temperance." The "Temperance" domain also tried to develop new magic to re-control the "Demon" domain, but they lost the economic battle, so they also did not win the battle of magic research. Despite this, no member of the Longueville family wants to face the witches of the "Temperance" field. This group of people really knows how to disgust the people of the Longueville family. Anne suspected that the paper man created by Count Marseille was just for show, but when the paper man used its two pairs of arms to cast different magics exclusive to the "temperance" field, she felt nervous——
The first thing to arrive is the magic of the war-stopping barrier, which unfolds at an extremely fast speed, making it difficult to defend against, and suppresses the active reactions of magical energy in the area. This causes the power of all magic and props maintained outside the bodies of all people in the area to decrease, and the activity of magic within the bodies to decrease, thus reducing the speed and power of magic cast. The witches in the "moderation" field were not immune either, but the exclusive magic of the "moderation" field was known for its "energy saving", and being suppressed by the stop-war barrier magic would not make them feel embarrassed. On the contrary, the "Pure Love Shield" on Annie's body was already scarred and was directly shattered under the suppression of the war-stopping barrier magic. Anne spread out her palms and compressed a ball of flame into a hairpin. Now, she needed three times as long as normal to complete the work. If the fastest casting speed of fire magic in Annie's hands is so fast, then one can imagine the speed of teleportation magic. Count Marseilles calmly and shrewdly repeatedly stopped her attempts to use teleportation magic in the barrier, and said with a smile: "Yes, you are only 16 years old. Your amazing attainments in one or two magics mean that you have given up learning other magics. The most embarrassing situation for people like you is that if your unique skills become ineffective, your combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced due to your lack of other skills." "Want to give it a try?" Annie challenged. "Catch me and you can get a nice ransom." "No, you've already wasted too much of my reserves." Count Marseille glanced at the sky and said, "The barrier is already crumbling... I'll go first." He took off his hat to salute Anne, then turned and left. The second magic performed by the paper man was delayed, so Anne decided to deal with Count Marseille first. She aimed at his back and concentrated her magic despite the adverse effects of the war-stopping barrier, but a shadow that popped out from the ground grabbed her. "Imprisonment magic, magic that reduces the magic activity, magic recovery speed, and physical quality of both the caster and the designated target... Damn it." Annie could still move, but with two debuffs on her, she was as slow as a turtle. She turned around to look for the paper man, but the paper man fled at the same speed as her and maintained the imprisonment magic. In the barrier of the Discipline Tower, Corneille was also unable to move. The magic of the Peace Tower had almost covered the entire ground, forming a surging wave that hit the inner wall of the barrier where he lived. When the waves began to recede, the lingering spray would turn into balls of flames and shoot towards Corneille at high speed. In Corneille's vision, the rain of fire was blown by the wind. He switched to holding up the shield with his right hand, and used his body movements and parkour to dodge most of the attacks from the rain of fire. The few remaining "raindrops" brought a burning sensation and also took away his strength. Compared to the brisk pace at the beginning, Corneille's parkour journey became much more strenuous. He gasped and swallowed the scorching air, and the world in his eyes was only the red lit by the flames and the black that had not yet been lit by the flames. The last time he felt this tired was when he was in a woman's arms... The memories were erotic, but tasted extremely bitter. The bitterness brought Corneille back to his senses a little. He knew that continuing to take a beating would only exhaust himself, so he used "Sulena" as a skateboard and slid and dived down when the next wave receded. Without the protection of a shield, he could only rely on his sword and willpower to resist the rain of fire. The burning sensation repeatedly accumulated on his skin and turned into pain. Corneille tried hard to recall those loves that were destined to be unrequited and those loves that were destined to be unresponsive. Memories squeezed his soul, and his pain was stronger than the magic. In this way, he used the pain that would not disturb his body to resist another kind of pain that would make him fail. When they were at a sufficient distance, he loaded his wind bombs and fired them. However, Anmita, who was too steady, actually used a new magic to exempt her from Corneille's attack. At this moment, Anyita was no longer the authentic fat pig that Polly believed. The loss of fat and skin folds turned her back into a plump beauty with brown hair. At the same time, after losing weight rapidly, her voice was no longer sweet and returned to its normal timbre. "Very brave, but meaningless. You should demonstrate your worth on the battlefield that suits you."
Anmita said: "Once you join my team, I will always be generous to talented people." Corneille said sarcastically: "And become the next Mr. Don Rodic?" Anmita shook her head: "No, because you believe in the goddess Hathor and possess the divine arts granted by her. Under our propaganda machine, you will become a living saint." "To be honest, when the goddess twisted my body with the key, I didn't feel any holy aura from her. She... was very similar to those women I know who have heavy feelings." "Be bold!" Anmita was angry. Goddess Hathor was the "Great Mother", but if someone regarded her as a woman, their thoughts would inevitably slide into lust. Since the last emperor of the old empire had courted the goddess Hathor, the believers of the goddess Hathor were extremely sensitive to such matters. No one wants the tragedy of the old empire to happen again, to see meteorites fall and destroy civilization. The third magic was cast. Corneille wanted to use wind bullets, but found that the invisible force turned into an elbow strike, interrupting his action of changing bullets. Damn. The "Magic Shooter" that Ingrid secretly upgraded was held as a card by Corneille, but who would have thought that Anmita accidentally banned it. Having lost his only means of long-range attack, Cornell had to climb back up the inner wall of the barrier. Behind him, Anmita's plump figure became well-proportioned. In exchange, the fourth divine spell came fast and fiercely. A palm shot out from the ocean formed by the "Eye of Ra". Cornelius felt very bad. If that thing hit him even once, he would be doomed. He was ready to use the magic of Hathor, but Ingrid's words made him decide to delay the release of the magic as much as possible. He parkoured within the barrier. The rain of fire, waves and palms were like the approaching god of death. The external pain gradually overwhelmed the internal pain, allowing Corneille's body to regain consciousness, and the pain made him slow down. "Well, Monsieur Corneille, use your life-saving tricks!" Ingrid's words were no less than the sound of nature. At the moment when her palm was about to touch Corneille's back, a red light filled his body. Just as in the last battle, Don Rodic was puzzled by the subtle difference between Corneille's magic and what he knew, Anmita also saw that the magic Corneille cast exempted her from the damage of Hathor's magic, Ningding, but the way of exemption was very strange - Corneille did not gain an invincible body. On the contrary, he entered an indescribable state that allowed him to destroy everything in his power and wield the "Flying Lion" to smash the magic. The collapse of the magic caused the space to tremble. Behind Corneille, the barrier shattered into pieces, and light poured into the space. Corneille, who was backlit, had her face painted with darkness. One Hathor spell shattered another Hathor spell?! Anmita had never seen such a bizarre thing happen, but it did happen before her eyes. With great shock, she fell along with the fragments of the barrier. Chapter 71 Escape The moment the barrier was broken, Ingrid stood up with the chains wrapped around her arms. Anyone would think she was preparing for Corneille and Anmita to fall to the ground. Polly activated her supernatural power as agreed, and it was amplified by Ingrid's elven magic. Ice-blue light climbed up her legs and poured down into the ground, as wide as a flying carpet. The "War Express" enveloped everyone in the room. Polly took a step forward, and the others felt their bodies being sucked firmly onto the "flying carpet", with the scenery on both sides rapidly receding. The warden's men were caught off guard. They saw a mad Polly running out dragging a flying carpet full of people. Their contingency plans and their on-the-spot reactions were all left behind by Polly. When Polly and her group left the Discipline Tower, the people on their escape route made their first effective response:
Gray smoke filled the air, and a choking smell spread in the fog, making people who inhaled it lose their sense of direction. The first second that Polly used her superpowers, the heavy burden made her gasp for breath. After inhaling the mist, she felt dizzy and her superpowers were almost gone. She was only able to hold on by her sense of responsibility. "I can't tell the way!" she cried. (Don't worry, look at the light) Sister Helena's arms glowed with silver light. She launched one arm and accurately hit the "Ancient Hymn". She then asked Don Rodick to help remove her other arm and hand it to Polly. (The Fool's hand points the way. Follow the guidance of the arm. Quick!) Even though they were magical creations, the pain of losing both arms in such a short period of time still made the nun unable to support her body. She fell to the ground, sweat dripping from her chin and wetting her skirt. (No help needed! We can amplify the effects of the magic creations currently in operation by enduring pain.) Helena stops Diaz who wants to rescue her and gives a reason. The nun's arm corrected Polly's direction. She rushed out of the fog. A firebird came into her sight. Anne's voice came: "Stupid dog, be careful, Count Marseille is coming towards you!" "what?" Polly only had eyes for the "Ancient Hymn". She heard it while running at high speed but didn't understand at all why Anne appeared here, and what happened to Count Marseilles's appearance. Two seconds later, when the shadow of the "Ancient Hymn" appeared in Polly's field of vision, she jumped with all her might, and the "flying carpet" behind her took off steadily with everyone, and no one was left behind. Selina's subordinates stared in amazement as the "Blue Flying Carpet" smashed towards the "Ancient Hymn". The Barbarigo family mercenaries on the city wall turned their crossbows, but it was too late. The heretic-suppression troops and elite knights outside the city sensed the changes in the city, advanced their plans, and rushed into the city desperately, but they could not be faster than Polly. Polly had run and leaped many times in her life after activating her superpowers. This time was the most tiring, but when the finish line beckoned to her, she was in the happiest mood. She slowed down and adjusted her landing point. The scene in her eyes seemed to be in slow motion: Waite's passenger pigeons and naughty sparrows were chasing each other, the sky was blue, and the bright sunshine was like golden needles, bringing a slight sting to her wet cheeks. The people on the "Ancient Hymn" gradually turned their nervousness into relaxed expressions, and some were busy preparing to receive the new visitors. Victory was at hand, and when it was all over, she would celebrate by opening a few bottles of Abbey Double Lager from the Holy Land. She couldn't understand why people punished themselves in cramped stone buildings, but she remembered the sweet caramel and preserved fruit flavors in the wine. Then, she saw that the expressions of the people on the Ancient Anthem changed from relaxed to tense, and some shouts were about to be uttered. Suddenly, Polly felt something hit her, and her vision shifted sideways, passing over the hull, and as it fell at a high speed, the white paper hit her field of vision. Polly drew her sword and thrust it into the gap between the buildings, trying to slow down the enemy as best she could, while Corneille's men used disposable props to soften the ground. Despite this, the impact of the fall caused most people to temporarily lose their ability to move, and they could only watch as the white sphere decomposed and each page of paper folded into a knife and fell. Don Rodick was not among them. He stood up angrily, used his shield to protect Dias, and drew out his elf scimitar to deflect the attack for Sister Helena. Although it was made of paper, the rain of knives made a crisp sound of metal collision when they hit the shield. Corneille's men were all in armor, so the knife was not a big threat, but Polly was different. Considering that the power would consume too much energy, she tried to reduce the weight as much as possible, leaving only the sword and shield for herself. Her armor was worn on Dias, and her sword was left in an unknown building. Her stiff body was unable to remove the shield for defense, and she could only watch the white rain fall.