When the voice in the square came into the ears of everyone present, two people reacted to each other's words.

The feelings of the witch believers seemed to have been completely eliminated, and no one was shaken in every move in the other party.

Petichius' laughter came to an abrupt end.

Amilia opened her eyes wide and looked at Fang Li with disbelief.

Feeling Amilia's gaze, Fangliu did not meet him, but spoke indifferently.

"I know, what you call trial refers to testing whether Amilia can become a container for the resurrection of the "jealous witch"."

Yes.

This is the purpose of Petiqius and the purpose of the Witch Church.

Ever since the witch sect's crazy belief in "Jealous Witch", the half-elves in this world have ushered in disaster.

Just because they belong to the half-elves as well as Shatira.

In the eyes of the Witch Cult, the only half-elves in this world is Shatila, the "jealous witch" and the existence of the other half-elves is just a blasphemy against Shatila.

No matter what, once there are too many, the value will drop.

With this idea, the Witch Cult cannot tolerate half-elves other than "jealous witches". Once the half-elves are found, it will definitely erase the other party.

Of course, the object of being taught to be erased by the witch is not limited to half-elves.

Because of the relationship between Shatira's attempt to destroy the world four hundred years ago, the witch sect, who was crazy about believing in this witch, also took this wish as an action, constantly causing disasters around the world.

The ghost clan where Rem and Ram are located are one of the victims of the disaster.

"But, Emilya is different from the other half-elves, both with silver hair and the same appearance as the legendary witch, so you began to pursue Emilya."

"You want to resurrect the "jealous witch" and decide to regard Emilya as a container for the "jealous witch".

"The so-called trial is to baptize Emilya with your style, to bring disasters around and where you are."

"If Amilia finally survives, then you will support her."

"If Amilia is finally killed by you, then you will accept her body and simply treat her as a container."

"The first step to do this is to destroy the place of Amilia and attack the Rozvar mansion and the village of Aram."

As he said this, Fang Li stared at Petiqius, who had a stiff face and spoke with a smile.

"Am I wrong? The diligent Mr. Dajue?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Petiqius, who was biting his finger, grinned.

That smile is extremely evil.

It was this smile that told Amilya.

Everything Fang Li said is true.

Amilia's body began to tremble.

That's because of anger.

For the first time, Emilya showed uncontrollable anger and spoke in a low voice.

"The evildoer..."

This evaluation really despises this crazy man too much.

"This is a trial! Everything is for trial!"

Petiqius held his body, and despite Emilyan's angry expression and bloody fingers, he immersed himself in his own world and screamed in great intoxication.

"The witches we wait for are for love! For fear of love! For love! For love! For love! For love! For love! For love! For love! For love! For love! For love! For love! For love! For love! For faith and love! For love! For benevolence! For love! For love! For love! For love! For love! For love! For love! For love! For love! For love! For love! For love! For love! For love! For love! For love! For love! For love! For love! For poverty! For preference! For blind love! For friendship! For love!”

"In order to repay the witch's love, you must cast a trial! The stupid nobles and mediocre villagers are not qualified to accept the witch's love!"

"So you have to kill it!"

"That's right! Kill!"

"If you pass the trial! Survive! Then you are qualified to accept the love of the witch!"

"If you die, then you have no effort! No effort! No faith!"

"This is laziness!"

"The lazy person is not qualified to accept the love of the witch! Only the diligent ones can be loved!"

"So! Trial is necessary! It is necessary!"

"This! It's all love!"

That is undoubtedly a fallacy.

No, the fallacy is no longer enough to describe Pettiqius' crazy idea.

That is a truly evil heretic, and an existence that humans cannot tolerate.

For this reason, Emilya's breathing became a little rapid, and her eyes also showed anxiety.

"No, that trial has already..."

Already unfolded in Mezas's collar?

Amilia dared not ask this sentence.

Because Amilia was scared.

I'm afraid of hearing the answer I don't want to hear the least.

And Emiliya didn't know about this.

"It seems that my preparation beforehand seems to be useful."

A light sentence not only blew away the fear in Emilya's heart, but also made Petichius's harsh laughter stop again.

With his head tilted and his eyes protruded, Petitchius asked in an incredible tone.

"What are you talking about?"

Petiqius's words only brought a chuckle from the square.

"I have known your purpose for a long time. Do you think I will prepare for anything?"

Fang Li held Amilia in one hand, lifted the moon blade with the other, pointed at Petiqius, and said slowly.

"Although I didn't expect you to take action at this time, I spent a lot of time to arrange the "Warcraft Envoy" in the mansion to prevent you from launching a secret attack."

Hearing Fang Li's words, Amilia reacted instantly.

That's right.

Fang Li is already ready.

In order to deal with the attack of the Witch Cult, Fang Li captured Meli a month ago, and broke down most of the horns of the monsters in the forest and handed them over to Meli, so that Meli could be taken into control.

"I gave Meli only one order, that is, let the monsters act freely, but once they smell the witch, no matter who the object is, they must be eradicated!"

Fang Li spoke in a calm voice, saying the fact that Emilya was relieved and Petitchius was silent.

"Rozwar Mansion and Alam Village are on the edge of the forest where monsters live. Once a witch sect breaks into it, they will inevitably be attacked by monsters!"

"So, your trial was self-defeating from the beginning!"

Just as the last sentence in the square resounded in the air, the shadow of Petiqius swelled up and turned into countless invisible hands, leaping into the sky.

"Go to die..."

Under the emotional declaration of death, in the expressionless thrilling expression of Petiqius, countless unseen hands turned into tsunamis and rushed into the square.
Chapter completed!