Sieg sat on the waves laughing, and he saw the female mage in pain, her steps slowly messy. Catherine was swayed by the strong wind, retreating a little on the surface of the sea, and almost fell several times.

"My lord, why are you in pain?" the palm monster rejoiced, and he approached the female mage and stood directly in front of her, "Has my god abandoned you? It's better to sing a song with me and move forward happily. ”

After Sieg finished speaking, he sang a blasphemous song again. He sang and danced, giggling around the female mage. Unexpectedly, Catherine, who was holding her head, suddenly stretched out her hand, and the Divine Thorn quickly rolled up the palm monster.

Catherine restrained Sigur and straightened up with a shudder. But the expression that was still in pain just now is gone at this moment, replaced by a pale and indifferent face. Her body was still shaking, and it seemed that she continued to suffer terrible pain.

"God, God, where is it? Who am I, who am I? What is the use of faith? Piety and piety, why? God, God, omnipresent, I am omnipotent, faith and faith, creation of everything, devotion and piety, giving hope. ”

A strange song wafted out of the mage's mouth, but the original tune was completely inaudible. Actually, it's not so much singing as memorizing.

"Oh, oh, my lord. Why did you suddenly get the hang of it?" Sieg grinned in Catherine's hand, "Do you feel like your body is lightened all of a sudden?"

The mage's body did not tremble anymore, and her steps stabilized, and she staggered forward in the wind.

"My lord, don't think you can be different. When you get here, it's early and late. It's good to listen to me earlier, I've been stubborn for a long time, and it's not the same. The Palm Monster was very proud of his foresight, "You're lucky to have met me who is so good at talking, if those guys with bad stomachs come, how can I tell you the key to it." If you don't let me go, I'll show you the way. ”

Catherine looked at him as she mentioned Seeger, as if thinking about how credible the palm monster's words were. However, after a few seconds, the thorns of the Divine Word that bound Sigur began to shrink, and it seemed that the words of the Divine Envoy had the opposite effect. The Palm Monster exclaimed, "My lord, my lord, what are you doing here? I am Sig, your guide. I helped you just now, and now you're dealing with me again. You have such a bad conscience!"

"For something with a lot of uncertainty, the best thing to do is to dispose of it. The mage said coldly, "You make me feel uncertain. In the current situation, the trouble and danger you may create far outweighs the help you can bring. So I'm sorry, and you're not Sieg either. ”

The Divine Thorn sliced firmly and forcefully into the Palm Monster's body, this time it was really going to smash him to pieces.

"Your Excellency, please let me go. Perhaps sensing the female mage's reluctance, Sieg pleaded, "I will be obedient and give you all the help you need." ”

But the thorns of the Divine Word were still tightening, and the body of the palm monster was about to be cut into pieces.

"My lord, why don't you have compassion. Do you know how painful it is, and you can't see my pain?" Sigurt wailed in despair, "Don't you know that the Word Thorn is cutting my soul?"

"Shouldn't you be looking at death as if you were home? Catherine wasn't even interested in seeing him, and carried Sieg beside her, "Don't pretend, you've been performing." The real Sig will be painful, but you won't. It's a pity that I don't have the heart to find out who you really are right now. Let me dispose of you so I can get on my way in peace. ”

The Thorns of the Divine Word grew more branches and began to wrap the palm monster in layers, determined not only to cut him into slices, but also to chop and chop them into thin pieces.

"Who are you? Who the hell are you? You're not Catherine, and you almost got tricked by you. Sieg raised the finger with his mouth and yelled at Catherine, "I see your soul, it's not Catherine's. Who the hell are you? How are you in this container? It's not in order, it doesn't make sense. ”

"Who do you ask me? I am Catherine, what Catherine thinks, what she does, what she says, there's nothing I don't know. So Catherine is me, I am Catherine. The mage said this, returning what Sieg had said to him as it was.

"It's not in line with the rules, it doesn't make sense. The Palm Monster shouted again. But that was the last thing he could say. He was shredded under the wrapping of the thorns of the Divine Word.

Catherine raised her hand, and the Divine Thorn quickly retracted into her skin. There was a pile of powder in her palm, scattered in the oncoming wind, and finally a strange and simple top hat remained.

The mage clasped her hands together and rubbed the crappy black top hat before pulling it away. The hat was actually stretched several times larger at once. Catherine put her top hat on her head in both hands, but the wind blew the hat very unpleasantly.

"God, God, where is it? Who am I, who am I? What is the use of faith? Piety and piety, why? God, God, omnipresent, I am omnipotent, faith and faith, creation of everything, devotion and piety, giving hope. ”

The mage pressed her top hat in her hand as she recited the blasphemous song aloud again. She recited it more than a dozen times in a row in one breath, and the gale was no longer a threat to her. Instead, Catherine can take a nice walk on the sea. She can even ride the wind and waves like Sig, jumping from one wave to another, not to mention worrying that the hat will blow away.

The journey went extremely smoothly, and Catherine ran all the way towards the great chasm in the sea in the distance. The closer you get there, the more turbulent the wind and waves become. Huge waves of more than ten meters can be seen everywhere, and the surging sea water emits a deafening roar, as if thousands of horses are running. The shadow of the Night Lord fell from the sky, turning the sea of faith even more gloomy and abominable.

However, none of this had anything to do with Catherine the Blasphemer, who was preoccupied with forging ahead and riding the waves. No matter how monstrous the waves are, the female mage can step through them in one step and pass through them without hindrance.

Catherine was about to reach the edge of the Great Crack, where the water was pouring out of the crack, as if there were two unseen palms pushing the sea out of it and stirring up the wind and waves.

In fact, the female mage wasn't sure it could be considered a crack. For it is far more expansive than Catherine could have imagined, and it continues to expand at an incomprehensible rate.

I couldn't see the incomparably wide super cracks lying across the surface of the sea at both ends, struggling to drain the sea water to both sides. The female mage prefers to believe that in fact, the sea of faith is receding. If this trend continues, it may not be long before the entire sea of faith disappears. It is worth looking forward to what it will be like at that time, and perhaps the other side of the sea is right in front of you.

But Catherine had no time to wait, she came to the edge of the great chasm, looked at the bottomless darkness of the sea, and jumped without hesitation.