A woman shrouded in golden light burst through the air, and then fell into the middle of the enemy with a loud thud. This fall formed a powerful shock wave on the ground, and the enemies who were lax in vigilance were shocked for a while.

Then, beams of glowing knives and spears pierced the flying enemies with precision, and the mortally wounded enemies fell straight down before they could groan.

"Blame... Monster......! ”

The man seemed lucky enough to dodge the attack, but he screamed stupidly.

The woman looked back at the man, but did not move, just stared at the man quietly.

(What, what's going on?) Did I live, survive? ）

(Is it because you don't have the strength?) Or do I have no value for her to die? ）

It doesn't matter what happens in this situation, it's already a blessing for men not to attack themselves.

(Alive, alive!) ）

The man's heart blossomed with joy and he wanted to turn around and run away.

However, at this moment, a wooden stick flying from nowhere hit the man's head, and he fainted on the spot.

The woman originally saw the man turn around and raise the spear, but after seeing this scene, she quietly put down the weapon in her hand and sighed.

Nem: Hey, I've said it's dangerous, Py.

Hearing her words, a young girl with pink hair on her head replied holding a wooden stick that smashed the man unconscious.

Pai: Sister Niwu always fights alone, and I want to help...... Isn't it okay?

The golden light that enveloped the woman faded away, and when the light was completely gone, her long green hair fluttered in the wind.

Woman, no, she was a woman before, but now she has become a girl again, she raised her hand and stroked the pink hair of another girl, and said with a smile.

Nim: Thank you, but there are so many other ways to help besides fighting, and you shouldn't be too reluctant, you know?

Pye: Hmm...... Got it......

The pink-haired girl smiled, but loneliness flashed across her face.

Yesterday there was a big battle, and today, knowing that just now, the fierce fighting continued, and before that, although there was friction with other organizations from time to time, it was not as frequent as recently.

What's going to happen? Standing at intervals and outbursts, the more Niwu fought, the more uneasy he felt.

In particular, the constant friction with the Cultivators, which had occurred since a long time ago when the independents were only a group of weak people, has obviously increased recently.

Since the awakening of the battle many years ago and the arming of the independents with this power, the Cultivators are no longer able to wage war easily.

Just when there was friction between the two or the number of wars was decreasing day by day, the Demon Realm Alliance was opened, and the small incidents related to the two were resolved peacefully, and there was almost no friction after that.

But recently, the number of frictions between the two sides has suddenly increased rapidly, and it is not even an accidental incident, but a vicious incident deliberately caused by the other side, which is very strange. They will openly show the first, constantly provoking the independents.

Nyewu: (There must be a reason here, it must be ...... ）

Niwu frowned, lost in thought.

Physical friction, malicious provocations, and unusual movements with the Monks......

What does all this mean? What exactly is the cultivators planning?

I can't figure out how to think about these questions, but we must find the answers, otherwise we will not be able to stop the war, and we will only consume our strength in vain.

So be sure to know what their real purpose is.

Otherwise......

……

Pai: Sister Niwu......

A childish voice pierced the worry.

Nimo reflexively smiled and turned her head in the direction from which the voice came.

Nimwu: Pai......

Pye: Sister, you look tired, and I want to help you.

It was none other than Pai, the child who had been by the side of Niwu for a long time since she couldn't remember when, holding her hand for a long time and giving her infinite comfort.

Pai is more important to N5 than anyone or anything.

The reason why Ni Wu became an independent at such a young age, awakened to a battle mage during the attack of the Cultivators, and was able to survive one war after another until now is actually for the sake of this child.

In the demon realm of despair, Pai is the only reason for Nemo to keep alive, and she is also her sweetest sister.

Nim: It's okay, I'm not tired, thank you for worrying about me.

She didn't want Pai to worry, she had made up her mind to keep smiling in front of Pai no matter how tired or hard she was.

Otherwise, the child will cry and be sad and live in pain.

Even when it came time for him to be reduced to ashes, Niwu didn't want to see Pai uncomfortable.

Neum: It's going to be over soon, and soon we'll be able to play as happily as we used to.

Pai: Well, got it, Sister Nim...... Absolute...... No...... Push yourself, okay?

Seeing Pai laughing softly, Niwu felt the tight strings of worry in her head instantly loosen.

(I'm going to cheer for this kid too) Niwu made up his mind.

"Nim!"

One of the independents anxiously shouted her name and found the Nun.

"...... from the sky in the direction of Harlem!"

As if he already knew what the second half of the sentence would be, Niwu nodded, and picked up his spear.

Niwu had a hunch that the big battle that was going to take place this time might be very different from usual, and Harlem...... No, even the entire Demon Realm could be drawn into this war.

"Hoo ......"

Nimo closed his eyes and took a breath, then looked at the independents with nervous faces.

Each of these faces could not be more relatable, and they have all believed in themselves and followed their companions in the past wars.

She wanted to protect them and didn't want anyone to get hurt.

Those who had been leaders of the Independent before her had done so.

Those people were willing to give up their lives to protect the weak and save their fellow soldiers. Niwu felt that she too had to follow in their footsteps, and that she would sacrifice her life to save people.

Is it possible to sacrifice oneself like those people?

It's fine if you can protect everyone by sacrificing yourself, but you can't protect them even if you sacrifice your life......

Countless thoughts were running around in her head, and she felt a mountain of stress. All sorts of uneasy thoughts devoured each other and pressed against her tiny shoulders.

However, this worry and tension did not last long.

She saw Pai standing in the crowd with an unhappy face, secretly looking at herself with an expression of 'where are you leaving me again'.

At that moment, Niwu's mood suddenly and miraculously relaxed.

Niwu laughed unconsciously.

Everyone looked at her suspiciously, but she didn't care about people's eyes and continued to laugh.

After a while, she finally stopped laughing and looked at everyone with a much gentler expression.

Nim: To Harlem.

Hearing Niwu's words, Pai walked out of the crowd as if he was about to say something.

'Do you want to go by yourself?' It's dangerous there! ’

'The cultivators will bully my sister!' ’

'Take me with you!' ’

There was so much she wanted to say.

Pai was tempted to pull the nun by the sleeve to keep her from leaving, but he couldn't say a word when he saw the resolute expression on Niwu's face.

After being together for so long, Pai already knew what kind of determination his dear sister had made.

Pai: Sister Niwu...... You have to be careful...... Definitely coming back...... Got it?

Nimo: Well, I'll be back, promise you.

Niwu hurried towards Harlem, and Pai watched Niwu's back, clutching his hand tightly.

My sister has always been at the forefront to protect everyone, always smiling and returning to her side to hold her hand gently. This time, she also faced the danger for everyone and for herself.

Although I am very disappointed, I am more happy and proud.

Pai thought to himself that one day he would have to protect everyone and Sister Nun.

Pye, who was usually indifferent, also changed to a resolute expression, muttering in a voice that only he could hear.

"I'll do the same."