Yale dashed down the stairs with Jasmine on his back, his mind kept replaying the moment just now. The mana contained in the opponent's eyes almost froze his soul.

Can't win... That kind of awe-inspiring power that surpasses all things, even Luya can't compare... Silver calendula can't compare to calendula... Only the Lord of Flowers of the Four Seasons...

How could such a behemoth set up a game to play with a few third-order knights? He couldn't figure it out.

boom! At the entrance to the ground floor, the knight slammed into an invisible wall, and was thrown out of the distance in a dizzy manner, and even Jasmine fell to the ground.

He didn't rush to help Jasmine, but instead ignited his grudge and charged forward with all his strength!

Boom! Dust spewed from the cracks in the wall on the second floor, and the knight's body slammed into it like a cannonball and bounced back like a missile.

"Cough, cough..." Yale climbed up from the dust and froze for a few seconds before gradually regaining consciousness.

This road does not work, we can only find another way!

The knight picked up Jasmine, turned his head and ran towards the tower wall. There, he remembered that there was a window, although it was a little small, if you squeezed it, it would be possible to pass through it if you smashed it.

Seeing that the window was right in front of him, a petite figure suddenly slammed into him from the side. Yale could have avoided it, but because he was hugging Jasmine, he could only raise the motorboat driver in his hand and let him slam into his chest.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The two of them, together with Jasmine, broke through the triple wall before they stopped. The speed of the visitors is extremely fast, and the inertia it brings is also large enough.

Yale rolled his eyes and looked up. Sure enough, it was Charlene. He lowered his voice and asked angrily, "What are you doing?"

"That window can't be passed." The female knight replied in a low voice, pointing to a large bag on her head.

"Do you need such force?" The knight shook the dust on his body, stood up, and turned his gaze to Jasmine, who was lying beside him, with a little certainty in his heart.

He protected himself fairly in time, the other party breathed evenly, and there was only a little scratch on his body.

"There's no time in such a short time, don't talk nonsense, it's important to escape!" Charlene wiped the dust off her face, and was about to continue running for her life, when she was suddenly attracted by the portrait hanging on the wall in this room.

Yale's night vision ability is not inferior to the girl's. In his field of vision, this room starts from the right side, and nearly a hundred portraits are neatly hung.

They are all middle-aged ladies in their 40s and 50s, still charming and dressed in gorgeous costumes. They maintain a variety of postures, lying on their sides charmingly, sitting elegantly, standing upright with swords... faces or benevolent eyes, Or cold, or sinister, or arrogant...

But without exception, when they were young, they were all absolutely stunning beauties.

Charlene involuntarily walked to the first painting, swept down row after row, and whispered the name marked in the lower right corner of the portrait:

"The first generation, Frederica, the second generation, Fezelinu, the third generation, Lambdadelta, the fourth generation, Koto Erica, the fifth generation, Valkyria, the sixth generation, Beato..."

They didn't know why they suddenly calmed down, and even the thought of running for their lives faded away, just passing over the portraits one by one.

"Huh?" Yale suddenly found that the last portrait on the wall was empty, with only a piece of dark yellow oiled paper in the frame.

"It seems that the name is also marked." Charlene looked at the line of letters carefully. It seemed that it was due to poor custody.

"The ninety-seventh generation, Fiona." The old and hoarse voice came from behind the two of them, as if they had passed through space.

"Who!" They turned back quickly, but didn't see any figure.

The voice seemed indulged and vented, and continued with a trill: "Look at the painting next to her."

The souls of Yale and Charlene seemed to be pulled out of their bodies, and turned to the painting uncontrollably... In the painting, it was a dignified and dignified middle-aged lady.

"She was my teacher, Jessica Lange, beautiful, majestic, graceful...and powerful! What a gentle teacher who treated me like a daughter...she loved me and I loved her... …”

The voice suddenly became louder and weaker, and it was indeterminate. It was like weeping and complaining.

"Such a teacher...the teacher I long for and love...Three hundred years ago, I killed her with my own hands, right in this room!"

"Shit...die! Who wants to listen to your nonsense."

Yale's blood-red eyes widened, he bit the tip of his tongue, and suddenly regained control of his body through the severe pain, grabbed Charlene's wrist, and kicked the wall opposite the door with all his strength.

With a bang, the wall collapsed, and the scene in front of them suddenly widened, and there was a large lawn below - they were very lucky, this happened to be the side wall of the tower.

"Go!" The knight carried Jasmine on his back, grabbed the green-haired girl's arm with his right hand, and jumped down desperately.

despair! despair! After two soft beeps, they were lucky enough to land safely, and their figures quickly disappeared into the night sky.

The old voice seemed to be unaware, suddenly too high a few degrees, and screamed: "Why didn't you pass it on to me earlier... Teacher Jessica!... Well... Since you don't give it... I have no choice but to Get it yourself!"

Yale planned to just keep rushing out of the town, but Charlene was in a trance and didn't know what to say. If he didn't pull, the guy wouldn't move at all.

In desperation, the knight dragged the female knight and ran to a bungalow, slammed his fist on her head, and shouted anxiously:

"What are you doing at this time?"

"..." Charlene stared at him with two big eyes, and she didn't even notice that there was a big lump on her head.

"Hypnosis!?" Yale didn't dare to use spells at this time, so he could only use black magic, biting his fingertips and nodding a few times on her forehead, drawing a rune.

"Hmm! It hurts!" The effect was obvious, and the female knight started to cry in pain while holding her head.

"I know it hurts? I feel like running away. The opponent is too strong. We have to go back to rescue soldiers." The knight jerked his back to stop Jasmine from sliding down.

"It's useless... We can't escape anywhere." Charlene squatted on the ground holding her head, her eyes were cold and sluggish.

"What nonsense, we all fled here!" Yale reached out his hand anxiously, but was pushed away by her.

"Do you know who she is! She is Fiona! Supreme Witch Fiona! The Eternal Witch who has lived for more than three hundred years, mastered the Seven Wonders, was wanted by the Empire for one hundred years and is still at large. Ah! The emperor and generals can't help her, we have no hope! Hey! What are you doing!?"

"Supreme Witch?" The blue veins burst on the knight's forehead, and he abruptly picked up the girl who was still thinking about it, and put it on his right shoulder: "I don't care what kind of Supreme Witch or Supreme Maid she is, I think It's not that easy to kill me!"

After saying that, he poured vindictive energy into his legs, his body rose into the sky, brushed across the dark night sky, and galloped towards the city wall.