Never give in, part three

Among the many lies that Vivienne told the Baron of Fonat, the process of adding another life to the Ark of the Ark was not included. This treasure will indeed record the appearance of the dying creature, but some kind of witchcraft that works in the Ark of the Ark will not stop here. Instead, it will transform every shabby image of a creature into a creature. The appearance of the period. Of course, Vivienne was not the only one who could carry out the ceremony. Her priest compatriots also possess that knowledge.

But now Vivian is the last person of Skela.

And the baron does not intend to believe her words. Not surprisingly, the Baron summoned a small team of secretaries to follow Vivian, holding many reels in their arms and holding a quill in their dominant hands. Several young altar assistants followed behind them and held ink bottles. "For the rest of the world," she told Vivian, shaking her brandy in a translucent amber glass, his expression was full of distrust.

What surprised Vivian was that they pushed the device in the ballroom: outside the pipeline, there were many metal rods, and the surface of the artifact made of silk gold embossed the magic she didn't recognize. Her confusion did not last long. At a fast enough speed, the baron's servants assembled the device around the dying tyrannosaur. More nuns were summoned to the room, singing in pairs, and they created a shimmering barrier.

"Go in," said the baron.

Vivienne did it.

This process will not have a chance to come back. Vivienne is not willing to come back. As long as she does not reveal the truth, she will not be able to come back, just like the final ceremony from a world that has long since died. She only has one chance to do this well. The Planeswalker licked the surface of this magical barrier with his fingers. Although it looks almost translucent, it feels like a steel wall.

Vivienne was next to the tyrants, and now the reptile is so weak that she can hardly respond to her touch, only exhaling a listless death. Its breath is filled with the stench of bile and rust and carrion, and very, very faint, with a hint of cloves and saffron. It blinked to Vivienne with a damp eye, and the tear duct oozes a powdery white emulsion.

"Anesthetic drugs," she said quietly.

The nuns and the clerk face each other.

"Or alcohol. Anything that is allowed to be used here according to your generosity." Vivienne licked her lips. "I know this is not part of your personal beliefs, but the Ark of the Ark is extremely precise. If it ingests it when it is extremely painful, then the summoner will share a similar situation. As you can imagine, when When you are in a state of semi-crazy because of pain, it will be difficult to fight."

The baron drank his brandy and poured himself a cup, then waved at the nuns angrily. "Do as she said."

The nuns obey the instructions. As their magic smashed through the tyrannosaur, it sighed and softened, seemingly tore up the body and retreat into this new sense of numbness. Its eyelids trembled and slowly closed, and the interval between each breath gradually lengthened.

Pious Interdiction

Devotional ban | Lake Hurwitz painting

"Look," Vivian said and muttered a prayer to Skyla's ashes. Her voice was so quiet, she was sure that even Luno's undead could not hear her praise. The last time he stroked the broad nose of the Tyrannosaurus Rex, Vivier got up and leaned his weight against the Ark bow, causing its top to snap into the crack in the floor tile.

No one is pretending to be indifferent. People in the entire room leaned forward to watch; every noble, every courtier, and even the dishwashing maids bent down under their position. They looked eagerly like a hound. Vivian put her index finger and thumb into a circle, stroking the Ark bow like a lover. She just had one trick left and left to try. Vivienne bowed her knees to her audience and collected laughter and laughter.

it's time.

The Planeswalker knocked the Ark of the Ark on the floor three times and passed back and forth when knocking the third. The energy tumbling spread throughout the ballroom, playing over the walls, slamming through the tube of the candlestick, and a translucent sheen reflected on every face. Then, just like any explosion, this force slammed back to the moment of childbirth. The way the wall of Vivienne’s feet glowed seemed to be really stripped, leaving only white, leaving only such a strong light to erase the shadows. The presence.

Vivian again hit the floor with the Ark bow.

This artifact is open. It stretches into metal bark and branches, blooms across the gap, a dazzling, mysterious alloy geometry. The Ark bow opens to its pith, revealing a glare that causes Vivian to shed tears. But she looked at it intently. At least people still owe the tyrannical dragon a dignity.

She can feel the wreckage of the tyrant's soul, a mess and block all the pressure, an anger that cannot be satisfied due to exhaustion. Vivienne carefully intertwined the power of the Ark's bow through its collapsed skeleton, and lured the final consciousness sparks to her, making this link screaming. The Tyrannosaurus did not resist. It walked towards her in a series of rushes, took the link into the Ark of the Ark, and screamed with joy. Vivian trembled and pierced this moment, lost her direction because of her own smallness, and the existence of the tyrant dragon gradually narrowed to the point behind her thoughts. Its body is still there, and it rests in peace. It is now wrapped in the same strange alloy that covers the Ark of the Ark.

"That's awesome and full of dramatic effects. It's a great show." Baron's voice. "Is it over?"

Vivian blinked in shock. The light oozes from her fingertips and tongue. It tastes white and calcium, like the anger she has never experienced, like the anger she can't swallow the whole world. this is new.

"Yes."

"Good." He waved a hand. "Now, let's see the results."

"Okay," Vivian said again, feeling quite slow, the word is like the syrup between her teeth. She plucked the string of the Ark's bow and felt it squeak under the touch of her thumb. The tyrannosaur was so close to the surface that she could only do this to make it dormant. Its cravings ooze through this contact and spill into her bones. What happened? The essence of the Ark's bow is usually calmer and semi-slumber, and is delighted to be safe, static, and silent in the dark interior of this artifact. But the tyrants are not.

The Planeswalker swallowed the urge to rush to the Baron, calmed himself down and raised the Ark. But the baron cleared his throat.

"No. We will let others do it."

He gestured to a guard, and he might have turned from a bull to a more convenient type, a man with a thick neck, and his throat was almost indistinguishable from his chin. He glared at Vivian, walking towards her cumbersomely, and the force field rose to allow him to enter. The baron turned to the nuns for a gesture, and then they opened their mouth again and sealed the guard with Vivienne in the area of ​​separation.

Sanguine Sacrament

Scarlet Sacrament | Bastien L. Deharme Painting

"Now, tell him what to do."

Vivienne handed the Ark of the Ark to the frowning guard. Despite the man's physical strength, he quickly revealed the unpredictable agility of Vivienne, whose fingers as wide as sausages moved so quickly. When he raised this treasure, the Ark bow sang a loud voice. The guard expertly aimed along the arm and put on the arrow of Vivian, ready to go. Slightly shake the thick fingers, and then his body bursts outward.

The Planeswalker turned to look at the Baron and looked calm. "I told you earlier."

"Unacceptable," he whispered. "We successfully summoned the bear. There must be some kind of procedure. Something that didn't tell us. Is it deliberate to do this? You must be."

"The Ark of the Ark is mine. It will not obey another person."

"con man."

Vivian raised this artifact with provocation. "Welcome to try."

The baron clenched his fist, and Vivian made a secret decision - with a pathological joy - the expression on his face was enough. No matter what happens next, no matter what happens, the memory of the Baron’s apparently frustrated expression will be a bright light that will keep her gripping. She smiled. "I warned you."

"be quiet."

Vivian looked down at the wreckage of the guard. The Ark of the Ark made him a mess. Almost by chance, Vivienne saw the movement. She bent down.

a spider. Vivier silently watched the spider carefully climb from the guard's pocket to the outer edge of the barrier. Its size is so small that it makes the magic ignore its existence, and it is so small that the vampires ignore its existence.

Vivian has an idea.

"The problem is," said the Planeswalker. "The problem is that people like you often ignore small things. You think that the clockwork of the whole world doesn't need to be laborious. It's only driven by your will. You don't think gears exist. You can't even see them."

"What is this in the ghost?" The baron snarled and rushed toward the wall that separated them.

"Tell me," Vivian followed the world with her thoughts, feeling the spider trembled with her attention. "Have you ever thought about being as small and insignificant as a spider?"

She did not give the baron the opportunity to answer, her power pulsing through the world, the green curls emanate from her like a halo. The baron suddenly raised his head and widened his eyes.

"What did you do?"

With the magic of Vivian, the spider becomes the size of a small dog, the size of a cheetah, and the size of a bear. When she grows up, she violently sends her mind to the spider, scribbling in the air with her fingers to write a picture, her movements are both quick and indignant. Stimulated by the growth, the spider turned and rushed toward the king. The nuns and nobles shouted as they saw the scene, and all their attention suddenly turned to their rulers. In this chaos, the nuns loosened their control over Vivienne's prison.

Giant Spider

Giant spider | Randy Gallegos painting

This is as she hopes. Without hesitation, she took a new arrow and shot it while the barrier collapsed. The flying arrow burns in the air, evaporates into ashes, transforms into a bone etched by magic and a living feather, turns into a body that is no longer smashed by injury, a perfectly new body, carefully prepared to perform the ultimate urgent desire.

The arrow was buried in the wall, and the virtual bully dragon broke free from above, and the vibrating force of Vivienne forward projected the new frame of the reptilian. It waved its head, blinked, and even the shock of rebirth was not enough for the tyrant to forget its purpose. This creature is extremely eager for revenge. If it does not reach that expectation, it will not leave quietly.

Vivienne hid aside, and the dinosaur rushed to the Baron of Fonet, and there were scattered courtiers screaming at the back. A few helpless people were trampled by their claws, their bodies. Being pressed so flat, it can be folded into two halves. A handful of guards who were loyal enough to block it from going to the road were slammed into the side, and the creature threw them to the wall.

The flickering body of the Tyrannosaurus clings to the roof and cracks the ceiling like a fruit skin. Rubble and dust fall from above. The building made a low noise. The now-relaxed pillar structure is gradually separated, and gravity is pulled away from the masonry. All of this can't stop the rogue dragon, its eyes are wild.

Despite the unfavorable situation, the Vinat Baron will not escape. Although abandoned by his accomplices, the ballroom has already collapsed. He still stands still and smacks his sword. His body standing next to the giant tyrannosaur is like a doll. He broke into the shadows of the haze, and the tail of the comet, which was generated by the acceleration action, showed a trajectory that went up and crossed the rubble. When the Baron swung, Vivian saw a silver flash, but no matter how much a person's ability, no matter how different the strength gained through training, according to the rule of thumb, nature always has its preference.

Raging Swordtooth

Fury Saber-toothed Dragon | Izzy Painting

In the end, life will always be a brute force.

The baron's sword passed harmlessly through the depression below the right eye of the lizard and was eroded into a mass of alloy. Before he was able to pull back, the robbers looked up and threw the baron into the air. Vivienne saw a strange sweep on the vampire's face, even in the distance. It is faster than the Baron's reaction and faster than anyone expected. The Tyrannosaurus will stretch forward, a rattlesnake-like movement, and the teeth bite into the vampire's body.

Vivienne swayed and stopped, staring straight.

The tyrannical dragon looked at her sadly, revealing such a funny musing expression, so hesitant to look like a personal class, this scene almost made her laugh out loud. The baron stared at his catcher, and his face gradually showed an animal horror. Then, with a considerable degree of self-confidence and solemnity, the tyrants bite down, so the two bodies that once became the Baron of Fonet were quietly and scattered on the ground.

Most of Vivienne's summons are temporary, rarely able to last for a minute, and those creatures are dissipated after a lot of noise. But this bully dragon is not willing to disappear. Already dealt with Baron Fonet, the reptile has now lost its direction, but it quickly found its target. It sniffed the air, and then chose a road through the gate to enter the palace, ignoring the courtiers who were still panicked in front of it. Vivienne followed and was ignored by everyone.

Their movements passed through the Royal Orchard, and now they are filled with restless animals. These captives are not excited by the tyrannical dragons, but simply excited by the stench of destruction in the air. Vivienne made a decision soon. As the tyrannical dragon circumvents another corner, Vivienne casts a group of wildebeests to stimulate their cells until the creatures grow enough to break through the cage. She does the same for everything that goes through. The skull-shaped dragon and the scorpion snake and the wide-body bear dance like a lightning-like force under them.

Some animals are madly entangled, carnivores and prey bite each other, but most animals do not. Like the rampage of the tyrants, they seem to be concentrating on revenge. Their trainers, originally convinced that they would not suffer the consequences of their cruel nature, quickly found themselves caught in the battle of life and death. The air is full of shouts.

However, the tyrants do not know why they still maintain their form, driven by something. May it be its anger? Or Vivian? The Planeswalker thinks that it doesn't matter. Instead, she calculates the time between materialization and decomposition. Whenever the tyrannosaur flashes away, she will re-shoot an arrow into the air. The promenade gradually widens and leads to a showroom. The Tyrannosaurus stopped here and tilted his head to one side. Many men wearing layered wigs and women who rubbed pearl powder, their tops were both tall and unnatural, and they all looked at each other with a stunned look.