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The light of the twin suns was about to disappear from the sky, and Frey made a gesture and ordered camping.

By the time both suns had set below the desert level, the caravan was fully stationed. The day in the noisy desert is hot, but with plenty of water, it doesn't heat people to death, but at night the desert can freeze anyone who falls asleep in the wild, and almost all desert creatures like to go out at night - it's never a good idea to go out at night.

Frey arranged the guards on duty, and went into the tent alone to hold the stove to keep warm, in this environment where the temperature difference between cold and heat is drastic, the most important thing for a merchant is to guard against the weather, the second is to guard against monsters, and the third is to guard against illness, but Qiao Sen does not have these worries, the trained body is very strong, and because of the sacred and pure breath in the body, almost all diseases are insulated from the holy warriors, and the slightly harsher environment cannot hurt them,

Jossen was still thinking about the half-purgatory traveler. He was a fine paladin, and although he was still young, the numerous gangsters and evil creatures who died at his sword had already earned him a great deal of fame. Good and evil are incompatible, Qiao Sen firmly believes this, but this time although the guy is undoubtedly a semi-purgatory creature, but it is a little different from what he has seen before, although Qiao Sen has never seen a higher-level and purer purgatory demon, it is obvious that this is obviously not a pure-bred demon or devil, at least the armor under the cloak is quite peculiar, as for the difference, Qiao Sen is not a scientist or a great devil guide or something.

He had been paying attention these days, and had not found the shadow of the semi-purgatory creature, as if he had really left since that day, but if there was nothing, there was always a hint of evil in the air, reminding Qiao Sen that it was not a safe environment at the moment, and he should not take it lightly.

After making his rounds, Jossen came to Miria's tent with water and food, and whispered Miria's name.

There was no response.

Milia had scarcely spoken for the past few days, and sometimes seemed to be distracted, and Jossen felt as if she was still angry at her for not being able to do justice, or blaming herself for not being strong enough to remove all the filth of the world...... Maybe after leaving the desert, I should talk to her. Josson lifted the curtain of the tent, but it was empty. The sword and armor must have been worn on the master's body, but the crossbow and the holy water bag were not there, and Jossen ran out of the tent, and the war horse tied behind the tent was only his own, where did Miria go?

Jossen didn't have time to blame himself for his carelessness, for he thought of a place where Miria was most likely to go and where he should not go, and he quickly went to the soldiers who were patrolling the night and asked, and the answer he got was that Miss Milia left alone while they were busy camping, and the mercenaries who saw her dissuaded him, but Milia said that he would not go far, and would be back soon, and there was no need to tell him.

It's obvious.

Josson looked anxiously at the undulating sand dunes in the night, shrouded in darkness, mysterious, as if slowly changing shape, like a group of beasts that choose to devour people.

He really didn't want to accept this not-so-rosy assumption. Milia's ability to detect evil is far better than her own...... Plus her table these days...... Originally...... Hell, I shouldn't have thought she was in a daze!

"Mr. Freys, my companion Miria may have gone to find the semi-infernal creature alone! I must use your mercenaries to get her back!" Josson rarely rushed into Frey's tent without knocking on the door, and the whole tent trembled slightly.

"What, what, what's wrong?" Fress poked his head out of his warm sleeping bag with a very funny nightcap on his head, and he was about to have a seizure because his good dreams were disturbed, but he realized that it was Jyosen, and he immediately realized that something big was wrong.

"My partner may get lost in the desert, please help me find her!" said Jossen, looking anxious.

"Ahh......h

He was also a little angry: "Even if it's a demon, the demon can kill, can't the poisonous snake not kill? The poisonous snake is lying on its stomach in the grass, you just walk over to it, why do you have to go over and kick it?"

"Mr. Freys, now is not the time to talk about this, please send a few mercenaries to assist me!"

Frey frowned and looked at Jyosson, thinking about it, and finally sighed, "Alas!

The white horse swayed its hooves restlessly, and even Milia's reassurance could not calm it completely.

"Come out, don't hide your head and tail like a filthy devil!" Milia snapped, the faint glow of the greatsword like a torch in the night, dispelling the darkness around her.

The white horse suddenly neighed, almost breaking free of the reins, and the sand on a sand dune in front of her exploded, sending up a cloud of smoke and dust like a sandstorm cloud.

Although she had gone a long way, Milia had not lost her way, and the holy light shone on her and led her to the enemies that had to be destroyed, which was the guidance of the Lord of Splendour, and Miria was more convinced of her duty.

"You evil creature, accept the punishment you must accept!" Even the most inexperienced knights can instantly unleash a light of courage that rivals that of a high-ranking paladin.

The sand fluttered down the folds of her cloak, and two red glows like burning flames looked at Milia through the dust, contrasting with the white light of her sword.

"It's always evil and filthy, is that glowing toy in your hand a microphone?" Forty-Seven was really annoyed by the little girl in front of him, and put on a kind of frame like you would kill me.

In fact, the light emitted from Milia's sword made Forty-Seven feel very uncomfortable, especially the wound on his waist that had not healed, and it became more and more uncomfortable, and he still wondered how he was cut.

I can't stand the loneliness in the middle of the night...... This girl is more belligerent than the guys of the Great Styx, or more idle than they are.

"Don't you have anything else to do as a human being, like go to bed. Forty-Seven's voice was still hoarse, metallic, so even if he was telling a joke, it sounded like a provocation.

Milia did not answer, but became even more angry, evil itself had become intolerable to her, let alone evil and obscene things, although the forty-seven books did not mean that aspect.

However, she didn't attack rashly - although she was a god-honored knight with little combat experience, that didn't mean that she would be reckless and reckless in such a life-and-death duel.

Miria patted the white horse on the neck and let it run away on its own.

Forty-seven raised his two-handed sword, holding the bladeless part of the sword in his left hand, and aimed it at Milia as if he were using a spear: "What about your accomplice? Where is he hiding, or is he going to cut off my hands or feet if I'm not careful?"

"O Lord of Eternal Splendor...... We hesitate in the darkness for the little light ahead...... I call on your name and ask for your help...... I dedicate my courage and honor to prove my devotion to justice and light, so that all our weakness and fear in the face of sin may be nullified in the light you have given us......"

Milia raised her sword to her forehead and half-knelt in prayer, the light on the sword became more and more intense, even enveloping her whole body.

This little girl is not simple, she can actually shine.

Forty-seven was a little ridiculous, he really didn't understand why this girl dared to pray so unscrupulously in front of him as if she were going to church, if she was a bad purgatory, she wouldn't wait for you to have a good time to play some kind of friendly game like the old god was playing.

These humans are really weird, on the one hand, they call you evil, and on the other hand, they demand that you be as noble as a saint, and then they will cut off your head mercilessly, bastard logic.

But he still didn't take the lead, but waited quietly, according to the last battle Forty-Seven has already understood that the other party, no matter how strong or weak, can be regarded as his natural enemy, probably because his body has fused too many purgatory creatures, and at the same time, he is strong and unable to be immune to many things as before, and now, not so much to learn more about the enemy, it is better to say that Forty-Seven is really too lazy to give a false Taoist the excuse to turn himself into a real villain, in fact, he thinks too much.

Milia stood up.

In the next moment, the two swords had clashed together, and the white light and red flames collided violently, exploding dazzling lightning.

Forty-seven was a little surprised, Milia bathed in holy light, whether it was strength or speed, completely exceeded the limit that a woman should have, this is not something that can be made up for by training, no matter how much a person trains, it is unlikely that he can compete with even an ordinary adult bull, and now Milia can even occasionally pick out Forty-Seven's sword momentum-

But this sword is really handy.

Forty-seven wielded the giant sword, handy, the jagged blade tore through the air, and carved a dead area around the body, even if it collided with Milia's greatsword infused with holy light, there was no sign of damage, this wonderful feeling made Forty-Seven even wonder if it was better to save some face for the fat merchant, and only cut off the annoying yellow-haired girl's hand.

But the wound on the lower back still hurts. Especially the pull after touching Milia's radiance, it was like sprinkling a handful of salt on it - it was so annoying, let's kill her!

Forty-seven then wielded the long-unfamiliar tomahawk swordsmanship