Chapter 272 A mountain separated by (3)

"I know." Medilly said softly, "I know this is your home court, and I know you won't leave your home court, so I'm here."

Perhaps because he was eager to please Begrad, who showed the tip of the iceberg of strength, a thick black man in the hall shook his lower body a few times at Medierli, and said with a grim smile: "Niu, I don't care what kind of dark lord you are. Since you are here, you have to ride us a few days! Maybe I can blow yours first..."

"Shut up!" Surprisingly, it was not Medierli who roared, but Pigrad.

After drinking the black man, the silver-haired old man looked at Medierli again and sighed: "If you stay in Judgment Town, no one can do anything to you in your home court. Why leave?"

Medilly still smiled: "Because your plan did not give me a chance to choose, I had no choice either, so I had to come here to kill you."

The old man laughed and said, "Medilly, this joke is not funny! In addition to your about to transform, there are many special guests here tonight, besides me and my home court! For example..."

"For example, Sir Gagull?" Medielli added to the old man.

The old man's eyes suddenly became sharp: "Is he dead?"

Medilly's eyes finally fell on the old man. He did not answer his question, but looked at the guests in the living room, and said: "Pegrad, I know that for two years you have been accumulating strength and preparing to regain power in the trial, and from then on an equal footing with the Queen. Unfortunately, your biggest mistake was that you gave me two years. And time will always stand on my side."

Pegrad's sharp eyes turned dim, like sunset, which was a sign of his ability to improve. He sneered and said, "Even if you kill me, can you get out of here?"

Medilly shook her head, smiled as lightly as a dream, and said softly: "You are wrong again, I am fearless. Because I come here, my only purpose is to destroy with you..."

Pegrad's face finally changed. He kept retreating and retreating into the corridor. Medielli walked towards him, followed Pegrad into the narrow corridor, and closed the door leading to the banquet hall with his backhand.

All her movements were so clear, smooth, and naturally, every guest could see clearly and remember them in his heart. But no one responded, and no one could react! Because the speed of Medierli and Pegrad had exceeded their understanding, so no one had the ability to react. But for some reason, all the movements of the two giants in the trial office could make them see clearly and remember clearly!

The guests' hearts almost stopped beating, their throats were dry like a desert, and their breathing became an extremely luxurious thing. They looked at the closed door, but no one had the courage to walk over and open it.

The door kept making tiny and complex sounds, and there was no way to tell what sound it was. Even the person with the strongest perception ability could only barely distinguish hundreds of sounds from it, but there were still thousands of sound waves that could not tell!

Then, it's blood!

Endless blood squirted out from the crack of the door like crazy! A woman who was too close to her face was all over her face, but she stood there blankly, completely losing the courage to move.

How come there is so much blood!? Whose blood is this?!

It seems that behind the door is a river made of blood, only blocked by a thin door.

The door is open.

The one who walked out was Medierli. She still had a sweet smile, but her gray hair no longer floated, and there was a deep blood mark on her dreamlike face. The hideous armor was broken, almost a pile of broken iron hanging together, and the killing prison was only one meter long. Her left hand was hanging softly on her side, and her armor was gone, and the blood kept flowing down her white fingers like snow.

In just one second, Medierli walked out in endless blood, not knowing whether it was her blood or Begrad's blood.

She was obviously seriously injured, but no one dared to attack her in the vicious guests in the hall! Medilly chuckled softly, and a light red mist floated out between her slightly opened lips. She said in the same soft voice as before: "Tonight, all life here will fall. Because I, Medilly, will be destroyed with you."

Medilly did not move, nor did all the guests, because time seemed to have not passed much, but blood was dripping from the sword that killed the prison again!

I don't know who let out a hysterical scream before dying, cutting through the tranquility of the castle.

At the gate of Twilight Castle, the bodies of two male servants had just fallen, and their hands and feet were still twitching. Pepelos sat on the ground, tearing his short red hair hard, crying heart-wrenchingly.

A pair of dark black combat boots appeared in her blurry sight, but the combat boots were stained with blood, layered, so thick that it seemed that they had just soaked in the blood pool.

Standing in front of Pepelos was Medierli. She waved her hand and threw Pepelos's head to Pepelos, saying lightly: "From now on, he will be yours."

Pepelos held Pegrad's still warm head, used all his strength to cry out loud!

Medilly stayed in place for a second, sighed, and said softly: "I am not afraid of destruction, so I am not destruction immediately." After that, she walked towards the darkness. While starting, her figure merged with the night, and only the gully dragged out by the prison to point out the direction of her departure.

Pepelos cried for a while and suddenly stopped crying. She kissed Begrad's lips deeply, then jumped up and chased Medierly away.

Twilight Castle, the faint twilight is still there, but it gradually sinks into deadly silence.

The night is long.

The town of Judgment was also silent, but the door of the Central Church was closed.

Medilly stood in the church hall, taking off her heavy armor, war suit, and underwear one by one. Finally, she stood in the middle of the church.

On that dazzlingly white chest was a piece of old paper. The paper was not big, only a few centimeters in size.

The cast steel seats that Medilly had been sitting on for many years had moved aside, and a steel coffin, which was the same dark black, rose in the center of the prayer platform. A copper faucet was poked out from each of the four stone pillars of the church, and the open dragon mouth aimed at the open coffin.

Instead of looking at the coffin, Medilly took off the paper sticking to her chest and took it to her eyes.

With the dim light, we can see a simple but vivid sketch on the paper with a pencil. Although the strokes are a little blurred due to time, it can still be seen that the painting is a boy wrapped in bandages and a little girl with long hair. The painting is a background of two people. The boys hold the little girl's hand and stand in the vast desert. On this land full of despair, they appear so small and helpless. In front of them, there is a town vaguely.

It was that day that she followed him into Yorkston.

The painting has been here for seven years, beating with her heart.

Medilly stepped into the coffin, lay down on her back, with her hands crossed in front of her heart, and in her hands was the pencil drawing that had been preserved for many years.
Chapter completed!