The strong wind surging like a vortex, rolling Ella and Draguè all the way to the valley, and then throwing them straight from the air. Fortunately, the valley was covered with soft sand, otherwise Ella would have to break a few more ribs.

Paracelsus ran over and checked Ella's injuries.

Ibn Sina slowly fell into the valley in the whirlwind.

"What are you doing?" He lowered his eyes to Paracelsus, who was urgently treating Ella's wounds.

Paracelsus hurriedly pulled his hands and explained: "I am a doctor! Professional habits!"

"I have also been a doctor, but I don't have this kind of professional habit - do you know her, right?" Ibn Shina looked at her with her head tilted for a while, "Even if you don't cure her, her injuries can heal themselves; even if they are cured, she will be executed in a few days - for nothing, let's do it."

After saying that, Ibn Sina walked towards a corner of the valley. The solid rock wall was easily dug out a pit the size of a head by Ibn Sina with magic. The rootless and passive fire burned endlessly in the hole, and its source was the air that kept pouring into the hole.

"Stop."

Ibn Shina waved her sleeves, and the anger stopped turning into fire. It lost its source, and the fire only continued to flash for a while before it was extinguished.

Ibn Sina reached out and took out an egg-shaped sealed flask from the hole and put it in the sun to look carefully. The flask was a dark ball, which was more like garbage after the raw materials were rotten.

But Ibn Sina seemed extremely satisfied with the result and nodded repeatedly: "This should be the step of blackening that has been successfully completed. If Paracelsus's record is correct, in the near future, these corrupt things will begin to move and grow human bodies. Once the curse is broken, I will be able to clean up the group of soldiers who are chattering and arguing outside the valley."

Ibn Sina's words obviously caused some reactions to Draguer and Ella. Paracelsus hurriedly blocked their mouths with herbs and signaled them not to attract Ibn Sina's attention.

After checking the situation in the flask, Ibn Shina did not put it back into the cave, but held it and sat down with it. He held the flask with both hands, placed it in front of his abdomen, and began to meditate with his eyes closed motionlessly.

"He is using the magic of transforming substances to accelerate the reaction speed. I'm afraid he can refine the human body until tomorrow night." Paracelsus explained to Ella and Drague in a low voice, "I think you are seriously injured, but you are healing quickly. If you still have the energy, find a chance to escape by yourself! Just don't get me involved."

There were three pieces of sand that penetrated Draguè's body this time. This deprived Draguè of his ability to move, but it was still not a fatal injury for Draguè. She lay on the ground, shook her pale face and said:

"Although Longinus's gun is out of hand, it is actually under my control... When I recover some strength... I will definitely not lose my way again when I get so close."

"Okay, then I have to stay away." Paracelsus sighed, turned around and asked Ella, "What about you? Don't you run away?"

Ella did not directly answer Paracelsus, but asked in a gossiping voice, "Palla... have you seen Amy? How is she...?"

Hearing this question, Paracelsus wanted to speak but stopped, with a embarrassed expression on his face. Seeing Paracelsus's appearance, Ella smiled bitterly: "Pala... I probably can't escape anymore. I don't want to escape until death, so tell me the truth."

"I saw her turn her whole body into fire, fighting with Ibn Shina, and then..."

Paracelsus turned his head and avoided Ella's sight.

"Then?"

"All the fire was turned into sand by Ibnsina. Her torso, facial features, hair, without exception... is the pile of lying beneath you now. I can't save the sand. However, since she can turn her body into fire, which is completely unrelated to maintaining life, she shouldn't die just because the material has changed. If the sand can be turned back into a fire, maybe... but Ibnsina has no reason to do so."

Ella did not cry, but the action of her opening her mouth seemed to start tearing her heart and lungs from her throat.

She thought there would be a miracle, and she thought Amy would finally run back lively like she was raided by the Ivar army.

She was wrong.

She thought she would definitely be able to defeat Ibn Sina this time. Even if she couldn't win, she could still run away after finding out the opponent's background and then continue to find a way.

She was wrong again.

She can't win; she can't escape.

Deep despair enveloped her and almost drowned her. She fell, falling in the boundless darkness.

——Is there no god able to protect the Seven Hills Empire?

I don’t know how long it took, Ibn Shina’s excited voice came from a distance: “It’s done, it’s done, it’s done soon!”

Ella opened her eyes in shock and saw the Longinus gun hanging in the air. This was Draguè's struggle. She intended to make the final attack while Ibn Sina relaxed her vigilance, even if this attack would erase everyone present!

But just before Draguè launched the attack, she was thrown out by a strong wind. Countless icicles penetrated her body in the air, exactly the same as the scene when her sister Kurzedra was killed.

"Do you think I will not notice the abnormal movement of magic?" Ibn Sina turned her head and looked at Draguè coldly, "Let me leave you a breath for the time being. To ensure that the curse is broken, your life will be taken by the Son of God."

Draguè's body was lifted in the air by huge icicles, motionless, and seemed to be no different from death. The gun of Longineus also lost its light and fell weakly from the air.

After doing this, Ibn Sina turned her attention back to the flask again. During the whole day when Ella was trapped in the illusion, the pile of rotten black objects had turned into the shape of a tree, and the branches that looked like wings were stretched around.

"Come! The body is about to be completed! Just borrow it and Christ will return!"

Ibn Sina looked into the distance and sang the hymns in the scriptures almost like a madman:

"His wings spread out, and his vast land was filled with vast land--Immanelli!"

"You will be broken, and you will be broken!"

"Listen to everyone in the distance!"

"You guys will be shattered in the end,"

"You guys will tie your waist, and you will eventually be shattered!"

"You plan and you will eventually be defeated;"

"You can speak, it will never be true!"
Chapter completed!