Witch Old Cultist.

As soon as this word is mentioned, the legend of the Witch of the Eternal Night cannot but be mentioned.

"Witch of the Night, Tisharah."

Simon's eyes narrowed.

Empires, kingdoms, principalities... Even the Shangmori people's texts have records... Someone who does exist.

Legend has it that the Witch of the Night is a person who knows the past and the future.

According to legend, the Night Witch is wise and clever enough to shake the Four Pillar Gods.

Legend has it that the Witch of the Eternal Night has a thousand faces, each of which is enough to make one forget to breathe.

Her supreme knowledge can corrupt devout believers, and her thousand-faced beauty is enough to make a noble knight forget to breathe.

Yes, literally, according to legend, anyone who has seen her face will subconsciously forget to breathe and can't look away...

As long as she exists in this world, the entire continent will be in turmoil, falling into eternal night, and seeing the light and understanding the day, which is also the origin of the title of Witch of the Eternal Night-

"It's blowing so hard..."

Simon shrugged, with a bit of bitter sarcasm in his tone:

"But in fact, in the end, it was destroyed by the four pillar gods, and then you people who believe in the old religion of witches are left to trouble me every day. Maybe that's the trouble of the rich, it's funny. ”

Is it funny enough?

What kind of taunt is this?

Lorina felt a hint of confusion.

But soon the puzzled expression also turned gloomy and calm.

She first took out all kinds of knives from under the dining car in front of Simon, and then asked in a cold tone:

"How did you know my identity?"

"Oh? After I learned your identity, you didn't attack me directly? Aren't you afraid that I'll call the guards outside? ”

For Simon's words, the witch old cultist just licked her lower lip charmingly with Lorena's face, and her eyes were full of fanaticism and madness:

"The witch said in the canon that it is a sin in itself for the unknown to have questions and not get answers."

As she spoke, she smiled again:

"Besides, in the time the guards arrived, it was enough for me to kill you more than ten times."

A twisted and frantic laugh leaked out of her mouth, and she tugged at the skin that belonged to Lorena, her eyes bulging out, and her cheeks showing a blinding flush.

"Ahhh Witch-sama... Please bless me, please grant God punishment to sinners! ”

She cried out and laughed at once.

Looking at her crazy performance, Simon didn't say anything.

What else can be done?

He'd dealt with these fanatical witches more than once, and for their disgusting way of praying...

Honestly, they're all used to it, and it's nothing good to BB with a bunch of neuropaths.

Simon couldn't help but shake his head.

To say what he wants to do most right now... That was undoubtedly to raise his hand and press the guy in front of him to the ground and beat him violently, but Simon couldn't do this.

Because he doesn't know martial arts at all.

That's right, if he knows martial arts, he still needs Paul's protection? Raising your hand is the god blocking and killing, and the Buddha blocking and killing the Buddha.

So now Simon is having a hard time.

It's very uncomfortable!

Besides, only one person on the other party dared to break into this well-guarded mansion, and she must have something special.

Plus her Lorena face... If Simon was not mistaken, it should have been the effect of a transformation potion made from Lorena's flesh, and ordinary human skin masks could not reach that level.

From this point of view, the other party should still be a potion alchemist with extremely high proficiency.

If you can continue to develop players... Let them help themselves get that thing... It's not as passive as it is now.

But... It's not like there's no chance yet.

At least the other party also gave him time to answer and speak.

Simon calculated in his heart, and his face remained unchanged:

"Then I really want to write more about your magnanimity, but guessing your identity is not such a difficult thing to analyze."

"Oh?" The old witch let go of her palm, her face tearing at her face, her false face smelling unpleasantly, and fleshy lumps of flesh wriggled and rolled down her face.

Seeing her in high spirits, Simon said calmly with his eyes:

"Observe, and then draw conclusions, it's that simple."

"Oh? You mean, there's a flaw in my disguise? But I've swallowed the potion of shapeshifting, and the smell, look, and sound should be the same as this little girl—"

"But that's just 'look-and-sound.'"

Simon interrupted her words with a wave of his hand, and his voice was steady:

"It's not just the looks, the voice, that make up a person. There are also subconscious small movements, words and wording... And so on, these are not imitations that can be similar. ”

"It's like a mother who can recognize her child no matter what, and the more familiar people are, the more so."

As he spoke, his palm silently touching the handle of the drawer.

"Oh?" The witch old cultist was interested, and she stared at Simon with a clear and pleasant voice from her rotten face:

"But even if you say that, it should be someone who is very familiar..."

She sneered and said jokingly, "Could it be that our dignified Lord of the Gray Moon pays so much attention to a little maid beside him..."

At this point, her words came to a standstill.

Because she noticed that Simon was looking at her calmly.

I have the impression that the nobles who were assassinated by her would always strip off the skin of their usual high level before they died.

Either kneel down and beg for mercy, or the six gods have no master, trembling all over and screaming loudly...

A lord who always keeps his cool... Simon is the only one.

Combined with what the other party just said-

This witch old cultist was inexplicably worried in his heart.

Could it be that Simon really noticed the state of the maid on weekdays?

How is this possible?!

The maid is just a maid.

The aristocracy can use them as playthings, but they can be observant like Simon...? It's simply impossible!

If it's really Simon's way of saying it, the Witch Old Cultists can even imagine...

If this assassination attempt fails, how difficult will it be to get closer to Simon?

Thinking of this, she trembled all over, and she could no longer hold back the boiling killing intent.

Boom!!!

The body sprang out, like the most agile ape!

The piercing knife and boning knife in his hand stabbed Simon's eyeball and heart respectively!

But—

"You're talking too much nonsense!"

Simon couldn't help but use the language of the Scourge Red Stars.

Yes!

If he were this witch old cultist, he would have broken his bones and scattered ashes a long time ago, and even arranged the coffin clearly.

It's a pity that the other party is not him, and he will not sit back and let the other party arrange himself.

Simon shook the scroll hidden under the drawer.

"Mother Earth Church's Divine Scroll?!"

The old witch's eyes shrank, and her body twisted to avoid—

Boom!!!

The bricks of the walls are flying!

The white satin is stained with blood!

Huge... The extremely bloody pig iron execution hammer is smashed down!

At the same time, it was the figure of the old witch cultist.

The limbs were smashed and deformed, and bone spurs protruded from the skin of the twisted arms.

The other party's terrible and extreme wail was also heard immediately!

But now Simon has no interest in caring about that.

He just turned his head to look at the young woman who had broken through the walls of the mansion like a tank.

The pale yellow Earth Mother Goddess pattern is attached to the blood-stained white satin.

The blonde hair shines brightly under the end of the twin moons.

She was holding a man-and-a-half-tall execution hammer in her hand, and her delicate face was full of solemn prayer.

It all looks flawless.

Aside from the sticky minced flesh and human hair, it was sticking to the side of her face, looking very... Outside of Dinner——

Looking at this young and beautiful woman, Simon only felt that his hair, which had been tossed by the player, was about to start falling out again.

The supreme saint of Mother Earth... Elitoya.

Truth be told, Simon prefers to use the language of the Scourge Red Stars - 'Humanoid Tank'.

Yes.

The Most High Lady Humanoid Tank Eletoya.