"Is that His Highness the Son of the Church of Necessary Evil?"

When the instructor announced the results of the exam, in the corner of the stands, a girl with beautiful black hair combed into a capable ponytail looked blankly at Xiao Bai who slowly walked off the training ground, and her beautiful pupils like black pearls were full of surprise and puzzlement.

"Just kidding, the power of this kind of Cheng dù one by one"

At this time, the hem of the white T-shirt on the girl's upper body was tied up by her, revealing a slender waist, and the tall figure that had not yet grown up matched the angry outfit, revealing a strange youthful beauty.

God Crack is a saint, a natural talent of the Chosen One, so even if she is only 11 years old, the 'stigma' on her body gives her a terrifying power comparable to the strategic nuclear weapons on the scientific side.

The so-called 'saints' on the magic side refer to those beings who are born with great power and can reach heights that others cannot achieve in their lifetimes, even without any effort.

Legend has it that the wounds left on the body of Jesus, the founder of Christianity, when he was crucified, are called 'stigmata', and later those who were born with great power and special marks were called saints.

There are less than 20 such people in the world......

And the maiden named the god Cracked Fire is a sage who can compete with those who have sublimated themselves (Secethief), (the leader of the Temple of Templi), or (the ultimate Ipsissimus).

"God split, that's our British Puritan, His Royal Highness." The weak little nun on the side of the crack happily introduced to her little friend with a show-off tone.

On the delicate facial features of the weak little nun, she showed an expression of extreme longing at this time, and her pretty face did not have the timidity of the past, just like a fanatical fan who had met her favorite idol, full of longing and admiration.

“……”

Dressed in a white T-shirt and jeans without trousers, she didn't reply, and as one of the no more than twenty saints in the world, she understood better than Steele and the little nun the true meaning of the huge, white light wings behind Xiao Bai, like crystals.

The sacred, majestic and indesecrated light of majesty is a person more exalted than the stigma on one's body, which is the first feeling of the spiritual consciousness of a saint...... The so-called saint refers to a human being who is born with a 'holy stigma', but the existence in front of him is some kind of mystery that surpasses the saint.

"I say, God Split."

Feeling the silence of the gods, the little nun changed the subject:

"You're still dressed like this in the cold of February, aren't you cold?"

The little nun in a dark monastic robe held her pink shoulders with both hands, trembling and grunting, her hands were wearing thin white gloves, and she could not even see her hair, and on her head was covered with a headscarf covering her entire head except for a nun's hat, including all the hair.

The little nun's dress that covers the skin of the whole body makes the plump breasts and slender waist very obvious, and even makes people suspect that she is deliberately emphasizing these parts.

Oh, here is an addition, although she is the same age as the god split, but the weak little nun's breasts are quite impressive, at this moment, the little nun with a childish face is holding her shoulders, shivering in the cold wind, which looks particularly cute.

February is the season when snow almost snows, and now the whole of England is covered by a big cold snap that can freeze to death the little girl who sells matches, and the smaller lakes are frozen and hard enough to cross the river on foot.

Well, in such a cold climate, wearing only a white T-shirt and jeans without a trouser tube looks especially brave.

"Nothing special."

Shen Crack shrugged his shoulders indifferently, indicating a qiēOK.

"I can't believe it"

The little nun was secretly speechless, obviously surprised and envious by the peculiar constitution of her companion.

As a little nun who can be in the same dormitory as the god split, of course, she is not an ordinary passerby, although she can't compete with Steele in terms of magical talent. Magnus is a genius boy who is valued by the Church of Necessary Evil because of his special magical method 'The Son of God', and is placed next to the new saint who joined the Church.

The little nun is both a friend and a watchdog of the crack, but the little nun, who is obviously weak and a little natural, does not have such an awareness.

"Do you want candy, Godcrack?"

With an innocent tone and a silly smile, the little nun asked happily.

"I'm not interested in candy...... What kind of candy is this? Apple-flavored?"

Although he said the words of refusal, Shen Crack reflexively took a green candy in his hand, and was embarrassed to throw it away, so he had to put it in his mouth.

After a slight slurp......

"It's bitter! What is it? Definitely not apple!"

"Well, it looks like a mint-flavored candy, and I don't know the exact reason, but it's said to have a warming effect."

The little nun explained with a serious face, showing a smile full of kindness, and in an instant, that pretty face seemed to bloom with radiant brilliance.

“……”

At this moment, the instructor of the training camp glanced at the exam list after the staff cleaned up the training ground, and then shouted loudly:

"No. 19 God Crack Fire Weaving, No. 27 Little Nun."

“……”

The two girls who were named looked at each other.

"God splits, I think, the instructor seems to be calling us......"

The little nun said in a daze, and then was instantly shocked:

"Babbling ......"

……

So, after a period of scramble, the two girls finally stood on the training ground.

"Is that the new Sage God Cracked Fire Weaving?"

"Is it an Oriental?"

The wide square like a football field is located in the center of the training camp, and many students are sitting on the high platform on all sides, whispering eagerly, obviously feeling particularly surprised and curious about the newcomers of the Oriental Saint.

"Is the god splitting the fire weaving, interesting."

In the corner of the stands, Xiao Bai, who defeated Steele, glanced lightly at the Divine Crack Fire Weaving on the training ground, and after seeing the opponent of the Divine Split, the corners of his mouth were crooked, revealing a meaningful smile.

"Little nun? This one is even more interesting. ”

On the training ground, the two girls looked at each other, and the atmosphere around them was obviously a little abnormal......

The Divine Cracked Fire Weaver held the Seven Heavens and Seven Swords in his hand, his expression was solemn, his beautiful black eyes were full of confidence and pride in his own strength, and his elegant ponytail swayed with the cold wind, with a master's bearing.

As if affected by this solidified spirit, everyone seemed to see something awaken from the body of the Divine Crack, if the menacing Divine Crack was a tsundere snake about to prey on the prey, and the little nun who was trembling opposite was obviously just a pet hamster who had no power to resist.

Because of her petite stature but proud twin peaks, she was affectionately called a little nun by everyone in the training camp, and her real name was Yiyi (smiley face).

At this time, in the face of the divine crack that showed the spirit of war, the little nun was very panicked, her eyes were full of tears, she kept her petite body away from the divine crack as much as possible, and stood on the edge of the training ground trembling.

"Please don't come here, God Split."

The crisp girlish voice, with a choked tail note, gives people an urge to be pampered (or to commit a crime).

But obviously, this did not impress the iron-hearted God Cracked Fire Weaving on the opposite side.

"Throw in the towel, hamster, even if you have foul boobs, you can't win me."

The Divine Crack slowly pulled out the Seven Heavens and Seven Swords, and the awe-inspiring momentum exploded instantly, bringing a strong sense of oppression.

The girl was still thirty meters away, and the little nun already felt a strong sense of oppression, as if the enemy had stabbed her ribs with a knife, full of despair.

There is only one sentence that is most suitable to describe the divine crack in front of him, and that is the real powerhouse.

"I'm not a hamster, my name is Yiyi (smiley)."

In the face of this devastating momentum, the little nun complained weakly, but her heart calmed down, she took a long breath, her trembling petite body stopped trembling, and her pale lips moved gently.

"The angle at which the position of the stars is aligned with the angle of the moon is the same as that of Sirius, with an error of only 0.038. The time is 3:30 p.m. London Standard Time on February 20. ”

"At the end of Cancer, from three o'clock to seven o'clock and a half o'clock, the direction is west, the guardian attribute is water, and the angel is cherubim (note: Cherub, the second wise angel in the nine classes of angels)"

“？”

When Shen Crack realized that something was wrong, the little nun's body was already slowly shining with milky white light, she raised her head, and her timid eyes were full of strange emotions, as if she had changed her body with a will.

The eyes were not terrifying, nor sharp, but there was no emotion at all, like a switch turned off, like a human breath, like a shell that had lost its soul.

In an instant, with a bang, Shen Crack felt a shock from the soles of his feet, as if the entire training ground was shaking, and the turbid air became as fresh as the air in the forest in the morning, and there was a feeling that there was something but it was invisible.

It's as if you're being watched from all sides by thousands of eyeballs, and something is wrong.

When it comes to casting magic, one of the most important things is to decide on the size of the realm.

Just like throwing a small stone into the sea, it won't cause much ripples, but throwing a small stone into the water in a bucket can cause very big fluctuations.

In the same way, if you want to use magic to change the world, you must first draw the scope of the world you want to change, as long as you can imagine magic in the realm, fix its form, and freely control its behavior, you can do some "incredible things" within a limited area.

For example, the little nun used a spell to turn the training ground into a simple temple at this time, and the magic she performed came one by one.

"The spirits of the shadows that tremble in the great waters and below the water tribe will be revealed in the grave before God, and their destruction will not be hidden. Blessed be the Lord, who bears our burdens daily, the God of our salvation. ”

The little nun's spell continues, and at this point, a holy light is born out of the void.

"This is"

The divine crack slowly walked towards the little nun, and the 'Seven Days and Seven Nights' held in her right hand contracted unsteadily and swelled with a fierce cold light, as if it would explode at any moment.

The light flickered on the little nun's body, and just by feeling the magic power, the divine crack stood on the ground.

Even though he hadn't fought yet, his body reacted, and the fear and pain like vomiting in his internal organs rushed through his skin, and the terrifying chills were like being directly rubbed against his nerves by a file.

Obviously, the other party can't be allowed to increase the magic strength so unscrupulously.

But

"Satisfy me, O God, who calls to you in the daytime. In the silence of the night, Thou art the God who became the Holy One, baptized by the many praises of Israel."

"Come to me one by one."

As the little nun's last incantation was pronounced, a soft, white, and crystalline light filled the air.

In the light, a familiar will descended.

She first raised a pair of small pink hands and put them in front of her, her expression a little strange.

After a while, she sighed, then pulled up the loose collar with her little hand, lowered it slightly, and glanced inside.

"Wow, is it very interesting......"

She commented thoughtlessly, but she quickly giggled:

"Although poor milk is a scarce resource, Tongyan ** is a national treasure."

Then, tilting her head, she smiled affectionately at the Divine Crack, who was still unclear, and said in a very clear and innocent voice:

"When it comes to battle etiquette, it's common sense to show your breasts!"