The prerequisite for using the Resurrection Divine Technique is to ensure that the torso is intact, and if even the torso is smashed into pulp, then no matter what the divine art, it will not work.

In other words, this witch is too dead to die.

But this is not a good thing for the witch believer.

Simon's eyes fell on Elitoya.

The Holy Maiden of Execution, this is the name of Elitoya in the outside world.

As a saint cultivated by the Earth Mother Church with all its resources, the witch old cultists who fall into her hands will not end well at all, and it is already a good thing to be able to die neatly.

As Simon said earlier, she is an abnormal woman.

Elitoa turned her head sideways, and her delicate face, stained with flesh and blood, smiled warmly at Simon.

In the depths of that smile... There is also heart-pounding madness and obsession.

"I'm in trouble here, Elitoya."

Elitoya still didn't speak, just smiled and nodded in response to Simon.

After receiving the answer, Simon did not stay where he was, he quickly turned and left.

"Master Simon."

Seeing Simon leaving, Lorena also reacted, and as soon as she moved, she planned to follow.

The next moment, the cold woman's voice suddenly sounded in her ears!

"Stay away from Simon!"

Ay?

The sudden sound made Lorena pause.

She turned her head with a blank face.

The Holy Maiden of Elitoya still had that warm smile, as if she were wearing a smiling human skin mask on her face.

At this moment, the big pale green eyes were staring at Lorina motionlessly.

Motionless staring—

Feeling the other party's pure gaze, Lolina suddenly felt a chill in her heart for some reason.

She swallowed, turned around and immediately followed Simon.

In the gloomy dungeon, only the Holy Maiden of Elitoa remained.

After a few moments, Elitoya turned her head and stared silently at the puddle of rotten flesh of the old witch on the ground, the pure robes of the saints swaying.

"Brother Simon..."

She was obsessively chanting the name.

......

After leaving the Grey Moon dungeon, Simon found an excuse to break up Lorena and the rest of her bodyguards and go to an abandoned manor by herself.

This was originally the place of a local tyrant and squire.

The other party relied on some kinship with the previous Gray Moon Lord, so he exploited and oppressed the Gray Moon Lords to the fullest.

And Simon, a guardian of justice, of course, will not allow the other party to commit violent things in his own territory.

The end result was that the local tyrant squire was suppressed, and the manor was taken over by Simon as his own land.

However, due to the neglect of management for a long time, it has become this desolate.

Simon couldn't help but shrug his shoulders as he looked at the abandoned manor.

To be honest, he didn't really want to be here at this time.

Compared to the people in this, the Scourge Red Star is much cuter.

Simon moved his feet and walked inward.

The further you go inside, the dimmer the light becomes.

The shadow of the manor mansion tore at Simon's limbs like maggots on tarsal bones.

The temperature was gradually peeled away, and an indescribable whisper rang out.

And then—

"It's hard to imagine, isn't this our great Lord of the Grey Moon, a righteous man, who gave everything for his people? Why are you free to come to me today? ”

A female voice rang out.

The next moment, the light poured in, and everything became visible.

At the foreground is a woman.

This woman has long jet-black hair, delicate and soft facial features, large black eyes, and cherry pink lips.

The other party was wearing a graceful and luxurious black evening dress, and he was holding a cup of black tea in his hand, looking comfortable.

But the most eye-catching thing is not the beauty of the other party, but what she has... People can't help but indulge in the magical charm.

Yes.

This terrifying demonic charm even makes people feel that even if she uses a knife to cut her delicate dough neatly... She's still breathtakingly beautiful.

Simon squinted his eyes and spat out the forbidden name:

"Tisara."

This is the name of the Witch of the Night, and is considered a cursed name on the continent of Ive.

The name is shunned, and ordinary civilians are punishable by death simply by saying it in public.

Even if you are a nobleman, the best result is to be cut off from the status of a nobleman and reduced to a commoner.

"Yes. My Night's Watchman. I can hear you. ”

Tishara put down her teacup, smiled brightly, stood up, and walked over to Simon step by step.

"......" Simon.

Once the Night Witch awakens, light and daylight will never descend on the continent of Ive.

If Elitoah is the symbol of the Earth Mother Church's walk on the human realm, then the Night's Watch represents the Witch of the Night walking on the continent.

If ordinary people were standing here, they would have been shocked to the point of speechlessness and confusion.

Lord of the Grey Moon Fortress, the owner of the Eddard Guild, the largest guild in the continent, Imperial Dawnlight, Simon, known as a fanatic believer in the Earth Mother Church... It turned out to be the night watchman of the Witch of the Night. And the Witch of the Night, Tishala... It's still alive!

According to legend, the Witch of the Eternal Night, Tishara, was killed by the supreme Four Pillars God, and was finally sealed in various parts of the Ivey Continent with her head, hands, feet, and torso.

"Hmm... Well... Hmm..."

The sound of a small inhalation and sniffing was heard.

Tisara, the witch of the eternal night, has a delicate nose that moves slightly... She was pulling Simon back and forth to smell the smell.

After a long while, she frowned, stood up again, and looked at Simon with a somewhat unkind gaze:

"How can you smell like another woman? And it's my least favorite taste of the woman who is Mother Earth? ”

"......" Simon.

Does it matter?

Simon was tempted to ask.

"This is more important than anything else, Simon, you can only be mine." The witch Tishara licked her lips as if she could read her mind, her eyes staring at Simon without blinking.

"Compared to these," Simon picked up the black teacup that Tishara had just drunk and took a sip, "You're too nervous, Tishala." ”

What's in this room?

A black tea table, a small upholstery sofa, a fluffy carpet and a king-size bed with luxurious decorations.

Without even thinking about it, Tishara must have gone out again.

Have you ever seen the legendary Witch of the Night haggling with the vendors and carpenters who built the home?

And every time the bargain failed, the woman would hold herself like a child and cry and beg him to buy the furniture.

Well, yes, that's his Simon's good teammate.

Tishara, the Witch of the Night.

Simon looked at each other with a blank expression.

"Living alone in this kind of place definitely requires some adjustment, Simon can't bear to see me stay in this place alone without even a basic guarantee of life?"

Facing Simon's gaze, Tishara beckoned unconcernedly.

The black teacup in Simon's hand floated to her side.

She said without raising her head as she drank:

"So what? How's it going? Did you get the last piece of the ruins? ”

"If you can't get it again."

Tishara put down her teacup and looked at Simon's gaze with a cold and heavy look.

"You're going to die."

"Simon."