Teresa heard Kia's warning, the sound of approaching horses' hooves and the sound of the wind crashing overhead, but she remained indifferent and just hugged Kia tightly, but in the next second, the Death Knight's right hand with the sword broke off at the wrist, and the junction between the armor and the gauntlet showed a smooth section, and blood splattered a large crimson mist above her. Teresa put away the black keys and stared quietly at Kia's young, blood-stained face, the pain of his broken arm frozen on his face the moment he passed out, almost tearing apart his otherwise good-looking features. The cut in her left shoulder was still gurgling and bleeding, and Teresa smoothed Kia's face, carefully pressing around the wound. Esher and Kenrico rushed to Teresa's vicinity in no particular order, but they came to a screeching halt, and the warrior's keen instinct made them sense of a great, indiscriminate danger in Teresa at this time, like a petrel foreseeing an impending storm.

As the bleeding from the wound decreased, Teresa tore off the corner of her clothes and bandaged it, picked up the severed arm and placed it on Kia's chest. She knelt beside Kia, clasped her hands together, and the chaotic murmurs gradually leveled out, and her voice was heard throughout the battlefield:

"Our first Lord God in heaven / Holy be the name of order / May your scales and your sword come down / May your will be done on earth / As you walk in heaven / Give us order / Deliver us from the misery of chaos / Destroy our enemies / As destroy your enemies / For justice, arbitration, and rule / All are yours / Forever, Amen."

It was the main prayer of the Order sect, full of supreme piety, which no one from the south to the north could not recite in its entirety at the height of the Pender Empire, and even in this age when faith is divided into kingdoms, this prayer has been constantly adopted by other sects because of its majestic atmosphere. But Teresa deliberately pauses at every syllable, so that the tone of the Lord's Prayer is hollow and subtle, completely deviating from the purpose of sincere prayer in the name of God, and more like a numb and desperate prayer - or curse from the depths of hell from a soul who has repeatedly asked God for help, but has never been able to be saved. The men who were fighting together briefly slowed down their movements, and all of them cast their eyes on the peasant woman who was kneeling in the snow and praying to the goddess of order. The snow around her was a wet blood-red, as if it were a pool of blood in a forbidden canon.

After praying, Teresa slowly got up, and twelve small black keys slipped out of her cuffs in turn, spreading out like a screen in her hand. She stepped out of the "pool of blood" and into the battlefield, and then silently scanned with an empty gaze, and any man touched by her gaze couldn't help but get goosebumps.

"Teresa......" Kenriko swallowed a cold mouthful of saliva, "You're alright—" The end of his words was cut off by the sound of the wind, and the black snake scurried past his skull, knocking a Death Knight off his horse. Teresa skillfully used Kenrico's body as a shield, so that the other party did not notice her movements at the first time, and when he tried to react too late, the black snake had already burrowed into his throat. Kenrico froze in place, and by this time Teresa had already swept past him, rushing straight at the other Death Knight!

The black snake bared its fangs one after another in the wind, and kept biting the death knight off the horse, and Teresa was far more than just throwing, she was still killing like a beast! She showed incredible explosiveness in a short period of time, and a charging death knight staggered past her, and Teresa turned almost synchronously, catching up with the galloping horse within three steps! She grabbed a black key and jumped straight onto the horse, grabbed the Death Knight by the neck from behind, stabbed the black key through the gap in the opponent's armor, and then slashed vigorously. The Death Knight was brutally dismembered by Teresa under the protection of his armor! Blood spurted from the ruptured great artery, splattering all over her mask. Teresa jumped off her horse without a hate and continued to run to her next prey. Teresa swung the two black keys in her hand with a mismatched silver light, and the Death Knight's spear didn't slow her down by half a minute.

On the walls of the North Urn City, Captain Dahar looked at the peasant woman who suddenly began to run wild in shock, and the flying black keys were simply the most obvious label: "Sister of Hell...... Teresa? He turned to look at Ranmaroke, "You already knew?" ”

Ranmaroke nodded heavily, his left hand clenching the bow, and his right hand subconsciously held the quiver, his fingers repeatedly stroking the feathers of each of the arrows. Although she was mentally prepared, she was a nun from hell who was famous for her madness, and she couldn't afford to be careless.

"Get the recovery team back now! Late will change! Dahal said. Teresa's murderous modus operandi was difficult for veterans who were accustomed to bloody scenes to accept. Captain Dahar watched as a death knight drove his horse into Teresa, who was probably too much to be killed and wanted to fight to the death. However, Teresa scurryed under the horse's belly, and the silver light flashed in the shape of a giant web, and the death knight and the galloping horse shattered together. Dahar could feel his stomach churning, and he turned his head away, unable to bear to look at it again.

"Withdraw now!" Ranmarok shouted. The Black Spear Knights came to their senses and began to escort the Collectors back to Poimbru. Eshyu picked up Kia while carrying his severed left arm, and Wren followed him to cover. This time, the Death Knight has no time to intercept the Death Angels, as the nuns of Hell are hunting them one by one, sending them to Hell in the most brutal way possible, comparable to that of the infidels. In an instant, twenty-five Death Knights were killed along with their horses, and there were no corpses.

"Teresa, come back quickly!" Kenrico shouted. However, Teresa turned a deaf ear, she retrieved the black keys from between the corpses, and rushed towards the group of armed infidels! Kenrei gritted his teeth, threw down his shield and followed Teresa. Essho saw everything in his eyes, hesitated, and handed Kia to Wren's arms.

"Are you sure?" Wren stared at him.

"These two saved me." Ai Xiu was concise, then turned around and followed.

"Jig, stop them! They're sending them to death! Ranmarok yelled.

Two black keys burst out at them, and Kenrico was caught off guard, the black keys piercing his lower abdomen and even halting his forward momentum. Kenriko stumbled a few steps and fell to the snow, but Gig caught up and picked him up, despite Kenrico's struggles and forcibly dragged him back. But Gig couldn't catch up with Eshy, and when the black key came, Eshy was in a better position than Kenrico, and the short distance of a few meters gave him room to dodge, and the black key just slit his shoulder, and the wound began to heal, and Eshu continued to move closer to Teresa. Teresa didn't continue to snipe him, for she had already rushed into the Zealot's troops, and in an instant the mace and shield surrounded her, only to be crushed by the frenzied black keys!

"This woman is really crazy!" Ranmarok slammed his fist on the city wall in a fit of rage, "Kenriko must have been gnawed by wolves to be so obsessed with her!" He didn't doubt Teresa's ability to completely crush that group of armed fanatics—a force of that size could only serve as a backdrop for the names of super-first-class warriors at best, and he was worried about the gray tide that was still unmoving after the fanatics. At this time, he noticed that the gray tide was separated again, and this time it was not an elite army that came out, but a figure in a black robe. At this time, it was almost dark, and Ranmarok could no longer see the face under the black robe, but the wind swept the sleeves of the man's robe, so Ranmarok could see the outline of the man's thin body under the black robe, like a half-poked rotten wood in the snow.

"It's a nun from hell...... The Inquisition really looks up to me. Meldrey looked at Teresa, who was slaughtering among the fanatics, the deep light flickering in his sunken eye sockets, "Fortunately, I have prepared for a rainy day. ”

The calamity crows hissed again, and the fanatics began to retreat, and Teresa gave hot pursuit, slashing the crowd. However, her overly brutal methods dictate her low killing efficiency, and sometimes Teresa had to trot up to keep up with the Zealot's troops. Eshy followed her into the gray tide. Grey Tide silently and spontaneously parted paths for them, and the men in gray-and-white leather armor watched quietly from beginning to end. There is no intention of getting involved.