First send and then change~】

Aiferal's feelings for Xu Yichen are very complicated, as a battle nun, the first half of her life was twisted, the witch kings may have formed the battle nuns at first out of a bad taste against witches, but in any case, this tradition has been handed down.

For the Witch King, hundreds of years are just a flick of the fingers, but for the nuns this is tradition, and the nuns' loyalty to the Creed and the Witch King is unattachable, and they may even split into different factions due to different interpretations of the Creed, in which the Battle Nun and the Scribe Nun each drift apart on their own paths.

Ephilar was once an excellent combat nun, she was proficient in swordsmanship, systematically learned how to distinguish spells and psionic powers, she was also proficient in armor maintenance, before becoming a formal combat nun, the main task of the trainee combat nun was to help the nuns maintain armor and weapons.

You won't find a more irritating job than this kind of work, and a whole whole group of fighting ladies who are extremely irritable because of the endocrine disorder will check and pick on your work, and if you make the slightest mistake, it can lead to months of mental abuse.

Ephilar rarely made mistakes, and even then she did not have a good time, and it was almost original sin to have a face that was more attractive than anyone else in such a group, so when the clerical nuns, who couldn't even name the monastery, came to recruit guards to surround their monastery on a remote desert island, she did not hesitate to sign up.

Almost all the Battle Nuns are proud to be the Witch King's bodyguards, and the second best option is to follow the Silent Nun on a black ship to hunt witches around the world, and the worst option is to stay in the New World to supervise the low-level mages, and to go to a remote monastery to serve as a guard is almost equivalent to exile.

Many monasteries are tasked with cooperating with the Witch King, collecting certain experimental data, guarding dangerous objects, etc., and this kind of work is often a matter of decades, and the Witch King may not be able to remember it again.

But for Ephilal, Ophelia VII is like an outdoor peach orchard, where there are no intriguing sisters, no high-ranking nuns, clerical nuns who shut themselves up in their convents and often do not see anyone for days.

Efiral remembers that when she was on the island, she often looked at the sea alone, she liked to listen to the sound of the waves, and she liked to see the moment the sun jumped out of the sea in the early morning, the sky and the sea seemed to be one.

After spending the first two years, the island's Fighting Nuns and Scribe Nuns gradually interacted with each other, and they were not strangers, but like real sisters, they ate together, prayed together, and even swam together on the beach, which was the happiest time of Philal's life.

Except that every time the black ship came, the sisters on the black ship would bring some witches with them, but Eferal had never seen a witch taken away, and most of the beautiful witches were lifeless, some kept screaming and crying, and some would curse every nun they saw.

Ephilar had always wondered where the witches were, though she could vaguely guess the answer.

The clerical nuns had been tight-lipped about their research projects, and Eferal learned through communication that the clerical nuns here were almost all newcomers, just like her, and that deep underground in the monastery in the middle of the island, there were a large number of veteran nuns who never set foot in the convent.

Ephilar had hoped that they would never show up, but like everything else involved with Chaos, things would always go down a path that no one wanted to see.

On that day, Ephelal did not need to stand guard, she had a whole day to empty her brain, she said hello to her sister who was watching the sea, as was customary, and then found a secret place to unload her armor and weapons, and jumped into the sea wearing only her underwear.

The equipment was a fine piece of equipment that had been distributed after arriving on the island, and it was engraved with various mantras and exorcism runes, and with her rich experience in equipment maintenance, she was sure that the armor she wore was much better than that of the great nuns in the convent before.

Ephilal's lung capacity is very good, she once ventured to the bottom of the sea to a depth of tens of meters to collect pearls, but she did not bring the pearl back to shore, she feared that her sisterhood duty would lead to material desires.

Despite the fact that the pearl had long since been swept away by the current, Eferal still liked to dive deep and try to find another pearl for herself, but that day, Eferal became the only survivor on the island.

One of the research projects of the Scribe Nuns is to find out what is the difference between the use of psionic energy by witches and Chaos demons.

No one knows when the Great Demon corrupted the Great Nuns, and the witches sent by boats were offered to the Great Demon one by one by the nuns to restore its powers, and the Great Demon gave back their knowledge from Slaanesh.

The Grand Nuns have crafted their own delicate armor that contains vicious traps, and with the command of the Great Demon, the armor and weapons of the Battle Nuns have become the main culprits in their destruction.

When Eferal came ashore from the water, the first thing she saw was the twisted and unshapedly armor, and the thick smell of heather made her immediately alarmed, and she soon spotted the sisters who had been crushed by their own armor and pierced by their own weapons.

But this was only the beginning of the nightmare, and as she went deeper into the convent, what happened to the clerical nuns nearly broke Ephilal's spirit.

The crypt of the convent resembles a patchwork of human bodies, where nuns and witches are partially fused together, and Ephilal's most powerful weapon is an iron rod removed from the windowsill.

The demon of Slaanesh had already left, with a full harvest, and left a gift for the nuns.

A huge smiling face sewn from the skins of the clerical nuns had been taped to the cage that had sealed it by the Great Demon.

The nuns who had laughed and wept with Ephilar fought for their empty eyes and laughed silently, and the Great Demon sealed their souls in their faces, and as long as it was not destroyed, these nuns would never be able to transcend.

Their souls and consciousnesses were similarly pieced together, and when Ephilar appeared, countless voices suddenly appeared, and they were in pain, screaming, and laughing wildly to give Ephilar the results of their research.

She became a witch, a witch who had been artificially created.

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