The barriers between the world and chaos are getting thinner, most directly reflected in the fact that it is easier to break the line between reality and chaos, and that psionic users are becoming more powerful and unstable.

This is vividly reflected in the witch community.

Ephilar stood in the middle of the deck, his eyes slightly closed, and his hands open, as if he was feeling the power of the sea and the sky.

Almost instantly, the wind near the harbor increased, the witch's dazzling silver hair fluttered wantonly in the gale, and the soft sails, which had been somewhat shriveled, were gradually fullened.

The silver-haired witch raised her hand slightly, and the wind increased again, and the entire pirate ship leaned forward in that instant.

The pirates and sailors working on the deck watched in amazement at the storm goddess Ephilal, almost kneeling down to kiss the deck that each other had stepped on.

The speed of the ship, which was originally only three or four knots, increased instantly, and the distance of less than a nautical mile accelerated to nine knots, and the wooden structure of the entire ship was wailing slightly.

All of these visions took place near the ship of the Retribution Warband, and the raging winds did not affect the pirate group and the Paladin's warships in the slightest.

They could only watch as the old warship moved away at an alarming speed.

"Damn, it's a witch!" The paladin Dale felt the fluctuations of psionic energy in the air and scolded bitterly: "Speed up! Full acceleration! Our goal is leaving the port! ”

"My lord, we have reached the limit, and we can't speed up anymore." The captain, dressed in meticulous uniform, stood behind Dale and said with certainty, "We can't catch up with that ship." ”

"The orders of the Church cannot be questioned, and even if we can't catch up, we must follow behind and not let them escape from our sight." Paladin Dale was silent for a moment: "Can you do it?" ”

Dale Seaworth was, after all, an army officer, and although he was the head of the entire fleet, he had to respect the captain's opinion.

"We had two ships badly damaged in the previous battles, and I'm afraid we won't be able to keep them moving at high speeds, and unless we separate the fleet and let them fix it, we'll lose track of that ship before noon." The captain carefully observed the speed of the enemy ship in the distance, measured the wind speed, and came to a conclusion.

"Give a signal, separate the fleet, and let them figure out how to repair the ships themselves to keep up." Paladin Dale immediately agreed to the captain's plan.

"But those pirates haven't evacuated from this area yet, and we're no match for any part of our fleet." The captain again asked the question, in previous naval battles, he had been conquered by the firepower of the pirate group, as well as the speed of that new ship: "I have to admit that their ships are more suitable for combat than ours. ”

"The great Lord of the Dawn will shelter his followers, and we must keep up with those Seris." The paladin commander did not answer the captain's question head-on, but gave the order directly.

The captain himself was also a believer in the Lord of the Dawn, but the years of life at sea had made him a little more sensible, and at this time he didn't want to touch this kind of mildew, and gave the order to separate the fleet cleanly.

Anyway, the two ships that were separated because of damage were not the warships they were on, were they?

The Paladin Dale, on the other hand, had confidence in the Paladin Expeditionary Force on the battleship, they were capable enough to protect themselves after landing, and if the group of pirates did return to attack them again, the biggest loss would be only two ships.

This is not at all comparable to the godsend in the hands of the Serisians.

Even though Dale had no idea what the god-given object was for or what it looked like, it didn't stop him from being determined to recover it.

Maybe this item will ease the relationship between Lord Stannis and the Pope?

The directional wind summoned by Ephilar lasted for three hours, during which the silver-haired witch drank a total of six hundred milliliters of blood from the demon hunters.

That special kind of blood can effectively alleviate the increasingly unstable spirit of witches in their psionic energy, which is the consensus of most witches in the witches' federation.

However, Philar is different, she is the hopeful person prophesied by the witches, and the 'artificial witch' forcibly created by the clerical nuns who burned their souls.

Compared to traditional witches, Ephilal's power is much stronger, and there are almost no restrictions on how she can use it, and her psionic energy is like an extension of her limbs in her hands.

Fragments from the future kept appearing in front of her eyes, and if she was willing to concentrate a little, she could see a fragment from the future.

Some are just images of someone's life in the future, others are covered with corpses, as if they were the battlefield after a great war, and some are chilling, the last moment of the whole world.

The silver-haired witch with such power is like a miser, stingy with her powers.

Because she could see that whenever she used her psionic powers, her soul would be projected in subspace, conspicuous like a candle in the dark.

It won't take long for all kinds of indescribable monsters to be attracted by their own soul projections and try to devour themselves, of course, Aiferal is not without the power to resist, but there are always more powerful monsters in the subspace.

This dilemma continued until she drank the blood of the demon hunters.

Silver flames burned from the depths of her soul, emitting an invisible glow that stretched to her own projection in subspace, and the monsters would be burned to ashes at the slightest glance.

When the other witches drank this strange blood, Ephilar could see that their projections in the subspace were directly burned, directly severing the connection to the sea of psionic energy, so that they could not use psionic energy, so they naturally did not need to worry about becoming captives of Chaos.

It's just that this effect is time-limited, and once the power in the blood is exhausted, the witches are beaten back to their prototypes.

Aiferal, on the other hand, can borrow the power in his blood, not only can he use psionic energy wantonly, but he can also destroy those monsters like gods in subspace, so that they can't get close to him.

If it weren't for the fear of attracting the eyes of the true evil gods, the silver-haired witch would have even had the strength to whip up a tsunami and swallow the fleets behind her, or freeze the sea and hold them in the ice.

It was the caution of the Sister of Combat that discouraged her thoughts, and the power of psionic power should not be used indiscriminately, as exemplified by the Sister Nun, who was neither alive nor dead.

Sooner or later, she would have to return to that island, to the monastery of that nightmare, to face her nightmare.