This graceful medallion sounded no less than a talisman to the witch at this moment, and she turned to see a nun with tea hair and tea eyes, with a fluttering figure, walking from the other side of the woods, singing the passages of the holy scriptures as she went.

The witch's pupils contracted instantly, and she realized that she still seemed to be too careless.

"I can't believe that after last night's battle, you haven't gone yet?" She sneered and clenched the magic weapon in her hand.

The nun glanced into the witch's arms, "My mission is to retrieve the relic, and it seems to be still with you." ”

The witch quickly sensed around and sneered, "You are too big to come alone." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she gave the phantom beast the order to attack, determined to fight quickly.

"I was careless just now, and I actually made this kid delay a lot of time!" She secretly reviewed it, and cooperated with the phantom beast to attack the nun.

"Bondage!" She stood in the distance, trying to repeat her old tricks.

The nun stood there bare-handed, sensing the power of the spell coming from the ground, and the phantom beast that pounced on it with incredible speed, rose from the ground, clenched her fist with one hand, and pounced on the phantom beast.

"Bang!" The phantom beast, which was three times taller than her, was actually beaten back by this punch and fell into a state of fainting. Before the witch could see clearly, a sharp blade flashed in the nun's hand, and the huge body of the phantom beast was shattered.

The witch's heart suddenly cooled in half, this nun's strength was something she had only seen in her life, and it was even incredible. She also ignored the fact that urging the large spell would deplete her life force, and urged her strongest attack at full speed.

"Dark Skyfall! Invisible Blade! ”

The vision in the forest suddenly became blurred, and suddenly there was a flash of light.

Thousands of daggers condensed into spells, with the help of dark vision, silently surrounded the nun.

Now, attack!

Around the nun, thousands of shiny daggers suddenly appeared, stabbing in all directions of her body.

A burst of golden light erupted from the nun's body, and as the light lit up, the space around her seemed to be distorted in some way. The daggers condensed by those spells were squeezed by this space, and instantly dissipated into fragments, scattering from all around her body like a pile of confetti.

"This seems to be some kind of use of Empty Radiance? Space squeezed? Duchamp was secretly surprised, at this moment all his hopes were pinned on this great master who saved the scene, and seeing the master so powerful, his heart instantly had a feeling of ascending to heaven.

"Maybe I should praise the goddess?" He thought to himself.

"If you only have these abilities, don't waste your strength, the prison of the Codex Country is waiting for you." As she spoke, the nun walked past the darkness towards the place where the Kashan witch was hidden.

"It's not over yet!" The Kashan witch muttered under her breath, her right hand snatching the ancient relic in her arms.

In front of her, a huge black spell vortex appeared, and a larger phantom beast was forming, and through the gradually gathering power, one of the huge claws of the phantom beast had stepped out of the vortex.

The nun stared at the whirlpool, anger growing in her brown eyes.

"Communicate the power of the abyss? It seems that you are practicing more than just ordinary shadow spells, and in that case, I will have no scruples! The nun pronounced the sentence in a loud voice, and a special symbol of golden light appeared from her.

With the flash of this symbol, the Radiant Power hidden in the depths of the earth was attracted by this symbol, and it responded to the call, surging towards this vortex, suppressing the witch's magic.

"Impossible, no one can resist the power of the relic!" The witch was struggling to prop herself on, and blood was oozing from the corners of her eyes and nostrils.

The nun's voice suddenly sounded in her ears: "This is the power of the 'seal' you have been striving for, but we call it the 'stigma'. ”

The last vestiges of the witch's delusions were shattered by this sentence.

"Impossible!" She summoned the last shred of strength and fought against it.

The nun's voice continued to echo in the forest: "This mark is not a delusional idea, only it chooses people, but no one can choose it. And having a mark is not what you think, it can reverse people's fate, or bring the slightest benefit, only endless darkness, pain and mission! ”

Every time the nun said one more word, the power of the witch was greater.

"Don't you still admit defeat and withdraw your power? Accept the judgment honestly! ”

"I will never, admit it, such fate!" The witch gritted her teeth and uttered her last words, her body finally unable to bear the weight, and blood poured out of her ears, nostrils, and eyes.

"Bang!" Her body was finally crushed by these two forces, and like a broken watermelon, she fell heavily on the blood-contaminated earth.

"Die in a different place!" Duchamp's face was pressed against the ground, and he watched in horror as the witch's blood flowed towards him. The rest of his gaze was trying to reach the nun, hoping that the nun would come and rescue him.

As if she had not seen the witch's tragic death, the nun continued to press her forces against the maelstrom.

As soon as the whirlpool disappeared, she immediately withdrew her hand and walked towards the body of the Kashan witch, taking the bloody ancient relic from her right hand, and the strange artifact.

Then, she turned and walked towards Duchamp, and with a wave of golden light in her hand, she untied Duchamp's body.

Finally able to move, Duchamp tried to turn his face to the nun to see what the master was like.

The master was dressed in a nun's dress, but did not wear a nun's turban, and his long wavy brown hair was draped, and he clasped his hands on the side, and exclaimed: "What is so peculiar about this kid that Cassius can personally entrust me to help him solve his troubles." ”

There was a burst of warmth in Du Shang's heart, although from the moment he received the guerrilla's note, he knew that there was a master in the secret, but he didn't expect that it was actually the Sword Master who found him such a powerful rescue master, who could break the seventh-level phantom beast into pieces with one punch.

His eyes rolled, trying to sell cuteness, expecting the master to save him quickly.

"Although the ground is fishy and wet, the next moment, you can lie in the warm arms of the nun's sister." As soon as this thought came to mind, he was carried like a sack, tucked under his armpit, and walked out of the forest.

Outside the forest, the nun threw the sack in her hand into the ambulance, picked up Eric from the ground, and threw it in.

"Tubu!" The nun started the car and sped towards the city.

"What a barbarism! The wound on my chest is about to burst again! Duchamp was frightened, covering his wounds with both hands, enduring the great bumps on the dirt road, and finally fainted.

At the Grand Chapel, several genuine nuns carried the unconscious student down to resuscitate him.

"My mission here has been completed, and it's been too much of a nuisance these days, so I'm going to say goodbye to you." Red Yaoshi stretched out his hand and performed a ritual to the bishop, preparing to say goodbye.

"Wait, there's something else I want to trouble you." The bishop made a request to Red Yaoshi. "After treatment, the woman in red has actually woken up, but she seems to be in a state of mental resistance, unwilling to face her own awakening, in this case, I hope you can help her with counseling."

Hong Yaoshi pondered for a while and said, "I'll do my best." ”

She walked into the treatment room, stared at the girl who didn't want to wake up for a long time, and suddenly said in a loud voice: "It's better to abandon all the things that make you unpleasant than not to face it." ”

"But I can't abandon it, as soon as my eyes are opened, I will face fear, and I am willing to keep my eyes closed forever."

"The power of the goddess can help you, as long as you want to forget, you can forget it immediately, do you want to try it?"

The girl on the bed moved her lips and spat out a word firmly: "Yes." ”

Hongyaoshi stretched out her hands and began to pray for strength from the god she believed in: "My lord, who sits above the golden sky, please listen to this girl's wishes, help her wash away the memories of this calamity, and restore her inner peace. ”

A golden chain, slowly taking shape with the prayer, melted into Morgana's mind.

(Sister Hong Yaoshi's appearance is so short, I originally wanted to write a little longer, but I think, such a dragon villain, does it still need Hong Yaoshi to deal with it with two chapters?) ）