"Oh, silly dog." Anne's voice sounded above Polly's head. She looked up and saw the Waite's Passenger Pigeon made of flames facing the rain of knives, disintegrating and exploding. The pages were either swallowed by the flames or blown far away by the blast. Anne's presence was as fleeting as her assistance, and Polly could not care less about her at this moment. When the rain of knives stopped, Polly covered her heart and said, "Your Highness's blessing has been interrupted... But it doesn't matter. Give me ten seconds and my ability will be restarted!" Sister Helena retracted her arms and instead instructed Don Rodick to cut off her own legs and press the cuts on Polly's thighs. The cuts instantly merged with Polly's clothes, turning the dog-man girl into a four-legged monster. (It can reduce the physical burden when you use your powers, but you have to do it quickly... before I pass out.) Sister Helena's clothes were soaked with her own sweat, and she looked exhausted. Dias could feel that the abundant magic power in the nun's body had disappeared without a trace, and her body was like an empty shell. Something had to be done, at least Sister Helena couldn't fall. In a hurry, Dias didn't care about keeping his secret. He pressed his palm on Sister Helena's palm and transferred the magic power to her. When he was the Duke of Alva, his magic reserves were low, but in the current situation, even if he could extend Sister Helena's magic power for one more second, it would be good.

No one noticed this scene, everyone was concentrating on their own battles. A crossbow arrow shot into a nearby building. The enemy was approaching, but due to the distance, it was temporarily impossible to shoot accurately. Corneille's men regained their mobility and held the four corners with shields, buying Polly ten seconds. The biggest threat came from the sky. Although the intruder was in disguise, Don Rodick instinctively realized that the bastard who attacked them was little Marseille. Duty and hatred made him roar angrily, and he swung the elven scimitar to attack Count Marseille, but the scimitar changed its trajectory midway and hit a book of poetry. Count Marseille chuckled under his mask: "Long time no see, Mr. Tang Rodick." "I wish you were dead, little Marcela!" Don Rodick's body was not protected by any supernatural powers, but the spirit magic on his elf scimitar burst out with dazzling brilliance. Part of it was injected into Don Rodick's body, and part of it turned into impact force, knocking Count Marseille away. Count Marseille took off his coat, and the book hidden in his clothes fell down, disintegrated, and pieced together into a shape that Don Rodick was very familiar with. The legendary warrior Don Rodick, carrying two axes and wearing precious armor, is ready for the final battle. Compared to the "Careless Lady" that was used to trap Anne before, the "Don Rodick" in front of him is more sophisticated. The paper man fell, swinging his battle axe towards Don Rodick's head, and the sound of metal mourning echoed between them. Tang Rodick discovered that its fighting skills were completely different from his own, but more exaggerated. Some moves that were absolutely impossible for humans to do were easily performed by the paper man. Exaggerated, but full of flaws. The fancy movements of the paper figures are very entertaining, like some kind of acrobatic performance, but lack practical significance. Don Rodic was furious. He thought it was a pure humiliation that Count Marseilles had created such a clumsy being and then pieced it together to look like him. When Polly restarted his powers, he also chopped the paper man into pieces. The paper man exploded from the inside, and the sharp paper leaves left several bloody wounds on Don Rodick, but none of them were fatal. Polly struggled to lead everyone to climb up again. This time, the crossbows and magic attacking her increased, but they were still no match for her speed. Her heart was overwhelmed, her eyes were dark, her body was cramping, and severe pain spread from her throat to her internal organs... But she took her last breath and smashed everyone into the botanical garden of the "Ancient Hymn". Chapter 72 Self-rectification On the Discipline Tower, the barrier was broken, but a more intense attack and defense was underway.

The moment Polly activated her supernatural power, due to Ingrid's enhanced amplification, the energy fluctuations were enough for Anmita and Selina to notice. Anmita looked at the broken double axes in her hands. She didn't understand why Corneille tried his best to attack her weapons, but she felt that it was worth using the double axes in exchange for the wound on Corneille's side. "I see. You are here to attract our attention and cover your allies' escape to the Ancient Anthem. An attack on the Ancient Anthem will be seen as a war against the Queen's territory..." After figuring it out, Anmita glared at Ingrid. The three states had a close alliance, but that was only when they were facing their common enemy, the Trastamara family. At other times, it was full of filth. Especially in the Federation ruled by the Elf Royal Family, these alien races did not regard the Federation as their homeland, but a place to rest. They had their own plans and had no loyalty to their allies. Corneille, Don Rodique, they are all important parts of the "Imperial Killer" plan. Ingrid chose to interfere at this time. Did she want to seize the initiative of the plan? The King of the Forest will not attack the King of the Forest himself. Amita gave up exploring Ingrid's little thoughts and the secret that Corneille can use magic to shatter magic, and instead focused on Polly in the distance. A new divine spell was brewing in Anmita's palm. Corneille appeared on Anmita's attack route. The red light on his body gradually dissipated, which meant that the time of his Hathor spell had run out. Corneille still has one more Hathor spell. Does he intend to use the last Hathor spell to shatter Anmita's Hathor spell again? Selina made such a judgment. She would not give Corneille the opportunity to sacrifice herself to help her ally. The commandment magic turned into chains in her hands. The magic that sealed Corneille's magic, the Magic Bullet Shooter, was still in place, and Corneille could only use magic. As long as Corneille's last magic was forced out as soon as possible, he would have no influence on what happened next. Selina thought so and injected magic power into the chain. The end of the chain turned into a huge blade and slashed towards Corneille. What happened next shocked everyone. Corneille bent slightly, imitating the posture of a hunchback. He raised his hands with his palms facing the sky, as if begging or craving for God's mercy. He was muttering something like a madman, his left eye was painted ivory white, and a black halo spread in front of his left eye, covering the entire space behind him. Selina's chain arrived first, and it was bounced straight away; then Anmita's magic was unleashed, and a torrent of scarlet energy shattered the floor tiles and made the air whistle. The moment red and black collided, a heart-pounding shock spread. The black halo was the first to shatter, but Anmi Tower's magic was also deflected, rushing toward the sky and disintegrating like a blooming firework. "The Fool's exclusive magic, Self-rectification, is a magic that accumulates physical and mental pain to gain the ability to interfere with others. It is a delayed release magic whose power is positively correlated with pain. The principle of release is the law of similarity? No, the witch in the 'Fool' realm cannot be similar to Corneille. Then it is the law of contact, but Corneille has no magic power... No! This is totally wrong, this should be the first thing to explore!" Selina glared at Corneille: "Why can you use magic?!" The principle is simple: Corneille swallowed Sister Helena's eyeball and let it temporarily occupy his left eye. This magical creation is both Sister Helena's and a part of his body. In this way, he established a connection with Sister Helena. When Sister Helena activated the magic of "self-correction", Corneille's body and mind, including her eyeballs, were tortured by the magic cast by Anmita. In addition, Corneille constantly forced himself to recall the painful scenes, so the magical power of "self-correction" was silently and continuously accumulated. Of course it would generate energy fluctuations, but there were too many energy fluctuations on Corneille: The Minerva protection on the weapon, the Hathor protection on the shield, the Fortuna protection on the body, the spirit magic on the wooden box, the Apophis ring on his left hand, the Hathor magic that Anmita cast on him, and the Hathor magic that he himself cast... So, this unique sapling was hidden in a forest and remained unnoticed by the enemy until the very end. Corneille had no magic power, so after completing the preliminary steps of sacrifice (pain), action (hunchback and begging), and language (any nonsense that had nothing to do with reason would do), Sister Helena paid the magic power required for the magic, which was released from his, and also her, eyeballs. Judging from the results, this strategy was successful. Anmita's magic was blocked, and Polly's surging ice-blue energy had reached the "Ancient Hymn", but was hit by a white sphere that suddenly appeared and deviated from its direction.

The elf maid looked at Ingrid, who shook her head: "It's not me, but Mr. Corneille's cleverness will never happen again. Even with 'pain' as a sacrifice, the magic power consumption of his helpers was still alarming in order to fight against divine magic. Judging from the average amount of magic power held by a 'veteran', taking on one spell is already the limit. I'm afraid that brave witch is on the verge of collapse at this moment." The elf maid murmured, "Archbishop Anmita's offensive magic has been consumed... No, the fat on her body should be enough to reset the magic once more." "She played too conservatively. If her fat reserves hadn't been wasted on the Hathor spell, Eye of Ra, she would have had more than enough time to reset all seven spells," said Ingrid. "Then the key to victory or defeat lies in whether the last divine spell that Corneille can use today can also destroy similar divine spells." "That's impossible. It takes time to activate the magic, and our dear warden will not give Mr. Corneille time to activate the magic." Selina wrapped her arms and legs with chains, which gave her an amazing boost to her physical fitness. With a light leap, she crossed the long distance and came to Corneille. "You thought you were a hero, but you actually ruined him! He is only safe in this commandment tower when 'she' is here!" Following this accusation, Selina launched fierce elbows and knee strikes. Contrary to the impression she had from the previous fight, Selina seemed to enjoy close combat. Most of Corneille's combat experience is about armored fighting and armed fighting. Close-range fighting is not his forte. Selina could only defend herself from his elbow and had no power to fight back, while Corneille also had to distract Anmita. Anmita chose the style of attack that he was most worried about. Her figure became extremely slim, and she reset the magic that Corneille had blocked with magic. The scarlet light was brewing in her palm again. Ingrid remained indifferent. She was cunning and secretive and would never intervene in the battle personally, and Corneille did not expect her to do so. After dodging Selina's elbow again, he threw his shield towards Anmita's attack trajectory. He was not sure about this attack, but he felt that "Suliana" was very strong and had the protection of Hathor, so it should be able to deal with Hathor's magic. If that didn't work, he could only try his last spell and pray for a miracle to happen. Because his last spell had nothing to do with defense or attack, the effect of the spell against it was unknown. But no matter what, he had to block the divine magic for his companions. Anmita's magic was released again, and the scarlet energy torrent hit Sulena head-on. Hathor's magic and Hathor's protection had a conflict, and in the end, it was the Hathor's magic released by Anmita that was superior. As if to protest Corneille's method of use, "Sulena", who was knocked away by the magic, slammed Corneille's head, causing Corneille's head to bleed. However, due to the resistance of "Sulena", Anmita's magic was too late and only hit the afterimage left by Polly in the air. Seeing that Polly was on board, she could not attack the "Ancient Hymn" and could only forcibly lift the magic, allowing the "fireworks" to bloom around the hull. "Look at what you've done... But at least I still have you!" Anmita looked at Corneille with a fierce look, "I will turn you into a boy and take you back to treat you well!" Thinking that he might be crushed by the 180kg Anmita, Corneille's will to survive became stronger than ever, but he didn't need to do anything. The Ring of Apophis on Corneille's left hand vibrated. Selena, who was afraid of being seduced, did not dare to get close. She could only watch Corneille's body quickly turn into a shadow and disappear on the spot. Chapter 73 Return to the Team Corneille appeared above the reservoir and saw a paper man stepping on Anne's back by the pool, about to behead her. Anmita's magic has been lifted. Gao Naiyi drew his sword, took out ammunition from the wooden box and loaded it. A ball of fire suddenly rose on the "Flying Lion".

Gao Naiyi descended from the sky, and with a flaming strike, he cut the paper figure in two. After landing, he shook off the flames on his sword, and behind him, the paper figure's body collapsed and burned, and soon only two charred remains remained. "Alas, I have shown you my embarrassing side again." Anne struggled to stand up. Corneille held out her hand, but she shook her head: "I'm too ugly now. I don't want you to... ah?" Before she could finish her words, she saw Corneille's hand reach out, grab her wrist roughly and lift her up. Anne had just uttered an exclamation when Corneille's face came closer. She leaned back to meet Corneille's gaze that swept across her body from top to bottom. “They are just superficial injuries.” Corneille breathed a sigh of relief and let go of Anne: "I am surprised that Miss Longueville would appear here, but the wound tells me that you have experienced a brave battle. How can I think you are ugly? Bravery is the greatest charm in my eyes. " Anne knew that Corneille did not mean that, but she still felt overjoyed, and her cheeks, which had already cooled, became hot again. This man without masculinity always strikes at unexpected times, she thought. She turned around, tidied her appearance facing the water, and then took out the privately minted gold coins of the Longueville family to treat her wounds. After Count Marseille left, Anne regretted her idea of ​​wanting to make a contribution. If she had contacted Dias and the others at the beginning, they would have been more on guard against Count Marseille. The Longueville family is notorious, but they are also proud. Anne will not allow the collapse of the entire plan to happen at her stage. So, she struggled to issue a warning while being restrained by the paper man, and knowing that she would be injured, she used the principle of the law of similarity to release fire magic to rescue Polly. As a price, she had big gashes on her back and arms, her clothes became tattered, and even a few strands of her hair fell out. Not to mention her face, the dust, smoke, tears and blood made her look like a refugee. After Anne's wound was healed, Corneille took off his coat and covered her with it. The coat was too big for Anne and reached her knees. "Mr. Corneille, your injury?!" The wound on Corneille's forehead had already coagulated, but the wound under his ribs was still bleeding. He waved his hand, indicating that it was okay, and refused Anne's treatment. The wound will lead to Corneille's secret, but his relationship with Anne is not enough for him to share the secret. Anne nodded: "Take my hand, Monsieur Corneille... ahem." Anne's magic failed to work. She coughed violently and spat out a mouthful of blood. Looking at her red palms, she said in disbelief: "Not enough magic power. Damn the 'moderation' field..." At this moment, Corneille suddenly looked in the direction of the "Ancient Hymn" and said to Anne: "Ms. Longueville, I'm sorry." "Eh?" Anne saw Corneille coming towards her, bent down and picked up her legs. Her vision suddenly rose, and her arms and ribs were pressed by Corneille's chest, giving her a solid touch. Only then did she realize that she was being held horizontally by Corneille. "what?!" Anne's amazement came from the pale golden light rising from Corneille's body. Correspondingly, his heart area, both his heartbeat and energy fluctuations, became extremely strong. Gold? It's not divine art, it's not magic, it's not Fortuna's blessing, what exactly is this power?

Anne was fascinated by the mysterious and surging power in Corneille's body, and then her body and vision began to shake violently.