Margo's body collapsed to the ground, red liquid flowed from her lower abdomen, staining the gray robe.
"Ah! My belly! My belly!"
She opened her lips and screamed hysterically.
Logan The worry in his eyes suddenly turned into ecstasy and ferocity. He rushed forward, grabbed a corner of the temple door with his left hand, and pushed it open with all his strength.
The hatchet in his right hand was held high, the rusty blade flashed with an obscure luster, and it quickly fell towards Mia's pale face.
At the critical moment, a black shadow appeared out of thin air in front of Logan.
The brown-black spiked boots were kicked out with a loud force, hitting Logan's lower chest with a powerful force.
Logan's face was distorted and his body was arched.
"Woo!"
As he spat out his saliva, his body flew backwards at an alarming speed, like a cannonball, falling hard to the ground.
"Wow!"
A lot of blood poured out of the mouth.
There were obvious signs of collapse in the lower chest, and the broken ribs were inserted into the heart.
Logan's vision went dark and he gradually stopped breathing.
Arwen emerged from the shadow of the temple door, the peephole under the hood was cold, staring directly at the gray-clothed Margo lying on the ground.
The latter was sitting on the steps, the pride in his eyes had long since disappeared, and his body was shaking violently. This time, he couldn't fake it anymore.
Arwen His nose moved and he smelled the smell in the air. The smell of rust and blood was mixed with a stench.
"Dirty blood, no, it also smells like human blood..."
"Mia."
Nenneke ran over and supported Mia's shaking body.
Under her belly, there was a cold silver knife inserted.
Mia gasped in pain, looked at his red hands, and said in a panic, "I... I'm bleeding..."
"I'll help you in." Nenneke said eagerly, "Don't be afraid, Mia, it's just a table knife, it's okay, it's okay."
After saying that, her usually soft eyes turned fierce, and she looked at Arwen, "Witcher, please, I have to help her first, and then I will help you."
Arwen The cat's eyes condensed, his anger made his heart beat faster, and he walked completely out of the temple gate.
With his right hand over his shoulder, the silver-studded glove gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, and he raised the broad sword high in the air.
The gray-robed Margo's triangular eyes widened, and his hands kept pulling back.
She saw a strong murderous intent in the peephole that was getting closer and closer.
She wanted to run away, screaming in terror.
"Don't come here! Monster, there is a monster! Save..."
"Tricky people."
A low voice came out of Arwen's throat.
The silver light fell, the sword wind was fierce, and the tip of the giant sword slashed directly on her head. The blood, flesh and bone fragments mixed with the milky white liquid exploded directly, splattering all over the ground.
Arwen took a step forward, raised his right foot, and kicked the body that was still spasming.
An object covered in red liquid was kicked out of Margo's body, drawing a beautiful arc in the air.
The threads cracked, and red and white duck down spilled out, revealing a round pillow.
His eyes looked down.
The steps of Temple of Melitele were illuminated by the setting sun and turned yellow-red.
Baron Marcus came from the crowd and shouted in grief.
"No!"
"It's the witcher, the infamous Monstrum, it's you who killed my woman!"
"Not only are there witches in this damn place who kill infants, but there are also witchers who steal our children!"
"They are all criminals and murderers!"
"Kaedwen's people, let us kill everyone here and hang these vicious guys in front of the city gate!"
As soon as these words came out, the already restless scene exploded like a ignited explosive barrel.
The protesters at the rear raised their weapons, including sickles, flails, and hoes, and shouted insults.
From the weeping willows not far away, accompanied by the crows, a team of twenty people rushed out quickly.
The ten people at the front were wearing silver armor with blue-green stripes on their chests, a halberd in their right hand, and a square shield in their left hand.
The ten people behind were wearing leather armor, with long and powerful arms, long bows in their hands, quivers hanging from their waists, and sharp eyes.
The fully armed configuration and subconscious positioning of these twenty people showed that they were definitely elite soldiers among the nobles.
Arwen pinched Quen Sign, and blue light spots surrounded itself.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the other party has a premeditated plan.
The man holding a pitchfork in one hand, with a red face, rushed up the steps first and stabbed Arwen with all his strength.
The latter used his right foot as the center of the circle, turned sideways, and easily avoided the pitchfork's attack.
Then the giant sword swept out, the sword light flashed, and the blade cut through his abdomen, cutting him in half. Blood and internal organs were scattered on the steps, and warm white smoke was emitting.
"Ah!"
He let out a scream and rolled down the steps.
This horrific scene briefly frightened the mob.
The black figure jumped directly from the steps, and the cloak behind him was pulled straight by the strong wind.
The heavy sword slashed down violently, breaking through the crowd and cutting off the shoulders of a mob holding a flail on the spot.
The mob stared at Arwen with wide eyes. His broken right arm was still connected to the muscles and was hanging in the air.
His eyes widened, he staggered back and screamed.
They are used to bullying the weak and afraid of the strong. They never thought that Melitele people would actually kill people directly.
Arwen didn't care about this, he bent his legs, breathed out his breath, kicked his right foot hard, and rushed out wildly.
Twisting his waist, the giant sword in his hand continued to rotate like a whirlwind, drawing three dark arcs.
[Whirling Blade] triggered, severed limbs and flesh flew everywhere, and screams continued one after another.
Arwen raised his eyes and locked them with Baron Marcus not far away.
The latter was frightened by this look and yelled in a panic, "Quick, stop him! Stop this monster!"
The halberd guard guarding him came to his senses, grasped the handle of his halberd and pushed away the mob in front of him. The armor on his body exuded a metallic luster and made a sharp friction sound.
The lips under the metal nose guard opened to the maximum, and he roared.
"Monstrum!"
"Go to hell!"
The sharp halberd thrust came, Arwen raised his left hand and pinched Signs.
Orange-red flames quickly grew from the palm of his hand and blasted out in a fan-shaped attack.
The flames wrapped around the two halberd guards like tentacles, and their metal armor was burned hot.
"Ah!"
The halberd soldiers screamed, white smoke billowing from the metal armor, accompanied by the sound of sizzling barbecue.
"Witchcraft! It's witchcraft!"
Baron Marcus has already rushed behind the approaching armored guards.
"Arrow, don't worry about the protesters, shoot him to death quickly!"
The archers at the rear of the team received the order and filled their strings with arrows.
"Whoops!"
One of the arrows was shot first.
Arwen[Dual Souls] caught the trajectory, quickly rushed to the flank, reached out with his left hand, and grabbed a mob member by the collar.
The mob looked panicked, their yellowed teeth kept opening and closing, and they uttered sounds of begging for mercy.
"No! Please, let me go!"