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After walking a few steps, huge panic and despair surged in her heart.
She subconsciously rolled around on the dirty ground, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw a big sword slashing across the air where she was just now!
If she hadn't dodged in time, the golden sword would have split her proudest body in two.
Is it Baron Hastur Campbell chasing after him?
Before Moraka could find Hastur's figure, the golden sword turned and slashed towards him!
With nowhere to run, she closed her eyes and prepared to face her fate.
"Heh, interesting."
A familiar voice sounded in Moraka's ears. He opened his eyes and saw that the golden sword had disappeared.
Then he was held in someone's arms.
She didn't need to look up to know who was coming to save her.
In Backlund, only his mother could appear in time and have the ability to save him at the critical moment.
Moraka felt his chin being pinched and lifted up, and what came face to face was a face that was somewhat similar to his own, and almost exactly the same as his sister's.
"You are so worthless!"
Disgusted tone, emotionless eyes.
Anger surged in Moraka's heart, and he said in a cold voice: "Haha, I didn't ask you to save me."
Snapped!
As soon as she finished speaking, she was slapped hard and fell to the ground. Her precious red dress was now stained by the mud and sewage on the ground.
"If you weren't my daughter, you would have died countless times! Can I still give you a chance to be arrogant in front of me?"
Moraka just wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then got up from the ground, and walked forward without saying a word.
"Childish confrontation."
The sound coming from behind did not make Moraka stop, and he still staggered forward.
"Who did you offend tonight?"
"Would you care about that too?"
"To be able to avoid the tracking of my incarnation, this is not an ordinary extraordinary person."
Moraka was silent for a while, then slowly said: "A nobleman, Baron Hastur Campbell."
……
In the room, the spirit body of Hastur chose to return from the Hall of Stars and merge into his physical body.
"Wow, it's really thrilling!"
Hastur sat up straight and reached out to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
Just now, just when he was about to kill the witch tonight with a sword, his spirituality suddenly gave a crazy warning. He left the place without hesitation.
But the person came out of the body and walked out of an illusory figure, chasing him all the way.
In order to avoid the illusory figure, he directly cut off the contact and asked the spirit body to return to the Hall of Stars, and then return to himself from the Hall of Stars.
Hastur couldn't help but feel lucky that he had chosen to pursue him as a spirit tonight, otherwise he would not have been able to escape safely.
The person coming from behind is at least a Sequence 4 demigod.
Her image is not that of the White Saint Katarina, but other extraordinary beings from the Witch Sect.
Maybe he is also a powerful Sequence 3 being.
She obviously left some life-saving measures on the witch tonight, so when she sensed danger, she traveled through the spirit world at high speed.
"Oh, it's good to have someone to protect you."
Hastur sighed. It was a pity that he couldn't kill the witch tonight. It was obvious that the other party had already come to his door.
"Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other. If I kill her at home, she will definitely be traced by that powerful being, and I will be in danger."
The current situation is not good, but it is not too bad either.
It's just that during this time, he needs Will's help to cover him.
After thinking for a while, Hasta came to the study, took down the entire string of wind chimes, took them back to the bedroom, and hung them in front of the bedroom window.
In the past, he didn't want Will to spy on him while he slept, but now he couldn't care less.
He took another paper crane and placed it in the palm of his hand. He glanced at the time and saw that it was early four o'clock in the night.
Chapter 162 The Black Saint, the Ageless Witch
"Do you know what time it is?"
Will appeared in Hastur's dream with a dark circle under his eye, holding a big brown bear doll, and a look of disgust on his face.
"Emperor Russell said: A year's plan begins with spring, a day's plan begins with morning.
It's already past four in the morning. Those diligent children have already gotten up to study and study. You should also study more. "
"..."
Will was silent for a while and asked doubtfully: "Did Russell ever say such a thing?"
"Of course, are you looking down on Emperor Russell and the greatest human mentor in history?"
"..."
Will glanced at Hastur and stopped worrying about the issue. He hummed softly: "Tell me, what's the matter?"
"Tonight, when I was chasing an Extraordinary who was supposed to be a Sequence 7 witch, I met a powerful witch. She was not the White Saint Katarina."
"Is it weird? Since there is a white saint, of course there is a black saint."
"..."
It makes sense, Hastur couldn't refute it for a while.
"The Witch Sect is not simple. There are three saints alone, each named after their color. The three saints, red, white and black, are all Sequence 3 immortal witches.
In addition, there are two Sequence 2 Disaster Witches in the sect, and their overall strength is no less than any of the Seven Gods Church. "
"Are other Orthodox churches similar to this configuration?"
"Not bad at all."
Hastur only now has a clearer understanding of the high-end combat power of the Church of the Seven Gods.
"The one who came to stop me was the Black Saint?"
"It should be her. After all, you have a special relationship with her daughter."
"Mrs. Germani is her daughter?"
"Yes, including the little witch you are chasing tonight."
"..."
Hastur thought for a long time, and then asked curiously: "Why do witches always like to give birth to offspring?"
"Hey, I can't stand the loneliness.
Especially these three immortal witches, they always like to fall in love with some young people, and even start to enjoy physical pleasure as soon as they look at each other.
Once pregnant, they will never choose to kill the new life, but will silently give birth and raise it alone.
In this regard, they are much better than most people. "
Will said, staring at Hastur with a smile, and said with a smile: "Have you ever considered having a child with a witch?"
"...No, and I won't!"
"Tsk, don't refuse so simply. If you don't experience the joy firsthand, you will be so beautiful in vain."
A black line flashed across Hastur's forehead, not wanting to broach this topic with Will.
"If the Black Saint comes to trouble me these days, you have to protect me."
"One hundred ice cream sticks, it must be the most expensive one in the dessert shop on the corner of 4th Street in Queens!"
"Aren't you afraid of getting upset after eating so much?"
"I'm going to the hospital for surgery in a few days, and I won't be able to eat ice cream for a while."
"Good luck."
"I've always had good luck."
After saying that, Will left Hastur's dreamland holding the big bear doll.
After getting Will's promise, Hastur felt much more relieved.
The Black Saint is just a Sequence 3
Old witch, Will is a Sequence 1 Mercury Serpent, and he controls destiny.
If you really want to kill the Black Saint, there are many ways.
What surprised him tonight was that Mrs. Gemani turned out to be the daughter of an ageless witch, but she was clearly not an extraordinary person.
This is really interesting.
Speaking of which, the witch who came to assassinate him tonight was very strange.
She probably didn't want to assassinate him at first, so she talked to him, but in the end she changed her mind for some unknown reason.
Moreover, he was not prudent at all. He knew that he was not simple, but he dared to assassinate him directly at close range. He was stabbed directly through him. It was really stupid.
And as the daughter of an ageless witch, she has only reached Sequence 7... It's simply too bad.
After secretly complaining a few words, Hastur stopped thinking about these things and looked at the time. It was approaching five o'clock.
After thinking about it, I decided to take a bath first and then take a nap.
……
At around ten o'clock in the morning, Hasta got up from the bed, glanced at the wind chime hanging by the window, and felt a little calmer.