When Old Gregory saw all this, his usually calm expression also showed surprise. He stared at the silver-haired elf in the middle of the altar and asked uncertainly: "Young Master...?"
Nathan tilted his head to look at Old Gregory and nodded gently. Old Gregory's slightly nervous expression relaxed, and he said gently: "It seems that the young master has a lot of stories. If the young master is free, you can tell me, an old guy."
Old Gregory recognized Nathan's elf form, but the other six-star mechanical puppets all stopped moving, their eyes turned from red in attack mode to blue in normal mode, and finally, as if they couldn't find the object to issue the order, they turned off and went into standby mode. The elves who had escaped death watched all this, standing there in a daze, not knowing what to do. The elf queen was carefully helped up by Ariel, her dazed eyes swept across the blood-soaked grass, the stagnant mechanical puppets, and finally fell into the clean little pool, as if she had been stimulated to become crazy.
"Wood Spirit! Please lend me your power to crush the blasphemer in front of me to pieces!"
The flowerbed below the altar began to tremble, and seTessal thick green vines with sharp thorns arched out from the bottom and stabbed straight at Nathan in the center of the altar. Old Gregory raised his leg and was about to attack the Elf Queen, but an arrow shot from a distance interrupted his steps. Simon, who had lost one arm, bit the arrow with his mouth, raised the bow with the remaining hand, and aimed at Old Gregory while panting. At this time, seTessal more vines drilled out from the ground and began to attack Old Gregory together with Simon.
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