He was quite sure what purpose this woman was hiding.

Or if you think about it carefully, there was a weird harmony in the relationship between her and this little girl from the beginning?

No, harmony is not the right word.

trust

trust?

It's impossible, but

The man suddenly said, "Did you hide that little boy?"

He looked at the face of the female hunter in the snow. Her expression was full of peace, but there was a fleeting hint of amusement in those golden eyes.

Word Spirit·Holy Judge. This Word Spirit indeed has the power to cut off areas, and only this special power can allow him to lose an important goal in the Nibelungs, which he has basically complete control over.

Now everything makes sense.

But this also ushered in a strange fact. Abandoning all impossibilities, the last option must be the truth. The little girl trusted the huntress.

This kind of trust is unimaginable and should never exist. This is not a trust handed over in a temporary battle, but a more profound trust that transcends everything. The proof of this trust is that the little girl gave her brother to him.

One of her twins in the 'Butterfly Project', half of her soul-like existence was entrusted to the hunter for safekeeping.

"This is impossible."

Finally, a situation was beyond the man's control. Even when the female hunter's 'Holy Judgment' appeared, the man's emotions were not so volatile. After all, for him, whether it was the 'Holy Judgment' or hiding until the end, he stood

The female hunters on the stage were just products that surprised him.

But the "trust" that emerged between the huntress and the little girl was what he was really afraid of.

What is unknowable and incomprehensible is hidden danger and fear.

"But you people in the Temple Society are really interesting. Every time I meet you, I can feel that strong and suffocating confidence and pride." The female hunter said, "But it is understandable, after all, you can carry out tasks independently.

The lackeys of the Temple Society all have that joke-like 'canonization'."

"Am I right?" She looked at the man, "His Excellency, the 'Knight' of the Templar Society?"

"Who are you?" Even though he was unwilling, the man still asked this question. He knew that he would not receive an answer, but he still asked it.

"A person who delays time." The female hunter bowed for the man, "Actually, from a certain point of view, I am the same person as you, a 'knight' who kills all the madmen who dare to offend the king and waits until the horn of counterattack comes again.

Blow towards it, and the time has come for the smoke to ignite again.”

The Deadpool and corpses that were shot through by arrows on the snow were burning with white fire. Sealed by the 'Holy Judgment', they could only be dead objects forever. The finale that the man was supposed to give to the stage came to an abrupt end.

, unless the female hunter dies, this drama will never come to an end.

"Are you still unwilling to reveal your trump card? Or do you want to tell me that this piece of Nibelung roots is naturally formed?" The huntress looked up at the man and said quietly, "Or do you think that with these little tricks?

Can cats and puppies put an end to this drama?"

"Since you know the Temple Society and my identity, I'm very curious." The man looked at the huntress. The flames in the golden boy were swaying, and his figure was as dull as thunder. "How can you rely on me to face what you are about to do?"

Destruction to endure?”

Suddenly there was applause in the snow. It was the Huntress who was applauding. She said, "Great line, now we are finally on the right track."

That was strong irony. Faced with this irony, the man did not get angry, but became silent.

"Well, since you chose destruction," the man said, "then I will destroy you as you wish."

He closed the golden boy, and in the darkness elsewhere, a huge creature opened its eyes as bright and huge as a gas lamp.

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When facing the enemies of the Solomon Temple Society, what should we really be afraid of and worry about?

Is it the enemy’s bloodline? Or is it the enemy’s spirit? Or is it the resources of that huge force and the airtight information network?

No, neither.

When the huntress came to the northern border of Siberia, she had long been prepared to meet the backbone of the Templar Society. When the blizzard came and she felt the expansion of the Nibelungs, she also knew that she would face What kind of enemy.

But when this kind of enemy actually rises from the snow, the shock is still something that can't be concealed by joking and carelessness.

She despised the 'knights' of the Templar Order, but she could not ignore the power they controlled.

The power of the dragon.

The long-lost snowstorm came again, and it came so impetuously. The light snow was howled by the strong wind, and the whole world suddenly turned white.

An eternal sound resounded in the vast white coniferous forest, so ancient and desolate, as if it spanned the years beyond the Siberian frozen soil, like muffled thunder, and like the roar of the wind. The white dragon of the Vikoyansk Mountains once again Rolling down, as if responding to the arrival of that ancient voice.

The hunter's cabin disappeared and a mountain took its place.

It was originally a small snow hill, then it expanded and rose into a small mountain, and then the top of the mountain collapsed and all the white snow fell, revealing the huge thing inside.

The huntress in the snow took a step back amidst the cry of the blizzard, out of awe and courtesy for the creature.

The blizzard three days ago was brought by him. He is the embodiment of disastrous weather. This prehistoric remnant is ferocious and majestic, and like the blizzard, it has the ultimate beauty in the face of sharp destruction. Beautiful, majestic and awe-inspiring, white frost covered his snake-like neck, and the broken ice between the scales squeezed into powder and fell down into snow.

He opened his big white wings, and the substantial air shock wave shook away the surrounding blizzard, turning into misty snow and slowly falling. The dozens of meters of body stood in the blizzard, with his raised neck facing the pale sky. Let out a vigorous and majestic roar of filial piety!

"Corpse Dragon!"

The female hunter held her breath and her eyes stayed on the body of that huge thing. Even the freezing frost could not cover up the traces of decay. The dark golden skeleton exposed from the wound told the world that this great creature had already died. He died, and in his perfect body was the canonized 'knight'.

The huge domain covered everything, filling the entire Nibelung, and a gap opened in the sky. That was the world outside the Nibelung, as dark as night.

When the whole world trembled at the appearance of that huge white figure, he suddenly retracted his wings and crawled on the ground, his huge white wings folded like a shield to protect the tiny black figure.

The man who controlled the old hunter's body stood in front of the white dragon, looking at the female hunter as if staring at an invisible speck of dust in the snow.

"That's it." said the huntress. "No wonder you can control the Nibelungen and freely mobilize those dead servants to hunt her. It turns out that you really control a dragon from beginning to end. Even though he has passed away."
Chapter completed!