The combat experience accumulated over the years played a role, and the nightingale had no time to think before the body reacted. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

She subconsciously leaned back, the silver light shining down her cheeks, and even in the mist, she could feel the power of the light—scorching and violent, beyond the reach of an extraordinary object. After dodging the sudden attack, the nightingale took advantage of the situation and rolled on the spot, distancing himself from his opponent.

"What's going on, Holy Envoy?" asked Rossad, alarmed.

"It seems that a rat has slipped in," the witch licked her lips, "you find a safe place to squat, and be careful not to get touched." ”

"What do you mean...... There are witches here!?" the priest's expression changed, "I'll call the Judgment Warrior!"

"No, no, it's been a long time since I've hunted a witch myself, and it's rare to come across such an opportunity, how can I give it to someone else? ”

As the two spoke, Nightingale was also looking at the woman known as the Holy Messenger, and even though she knew that the Church was probably secretly keeping witches, she was still heartbroken when she confirmed it. The witch had become a member of the Church at all, and perhaps even at the top, and it was clear from the words of the other party that she was interested in witch hunting and did not see herself as one of her kind.

Nightingale couldn't help but think of the raider he met on the docks on the outskirts of the royal capital, and the look he didn't hesitate to look at when he plunged his dagger into Wendy's body.

These people are no longer of the same kind, they have embarked on a very different path.

Thinking of this, she no longer hesitated, and pulled out the revolver at her waist - even if she didn't like this kind of fight anymore, she had no choice, sometimes the only way to stop the killing was to kill.

"Where are you from?" the Emissary turned his head to look at where the Nightingale stood, "The priest can't see you, which means that your abilities can hide themselves, and being able to avoid my attacks means that you have been trained in combat, or have experienced hundreds of battles yourself." Either way, for the wild witch, it's a rare thing. ”

"Where I come from, what does it have to do with you," Nightingale said coldly. She noticed that the other man's face was tied with a ribbon that completely obscured both eyes, a dress that only blind people would make. The "silver whip" in the Holy Envoy's hand had not disappeared, it was still entrenched at her side, and the sharp end was like a raised snake head, swaying towards her.

In the mist, only magic has color, is it that she relies on this strange whip to determine her position?

"Something you may not know is that the Church has crowned a new pope, who is tolerant and merciful by nature, and believes that wild witches also have the value of redemption. As long as you are willing to serve the gods, the church can wash away your sins and accept you as a pure one. "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you, if you have not come here alone and have met other fellow fallen witches, you can take them with you to the holy city of Hermes to welcome your new life." ”

"Yes, that sounds pretty good," Nightingale sneered twice, "but there is a so-called sin after awakening as a witch, and if you have the means to get rid of it, why did you make this rule now, instead of saving those lost sisters in the first place?"

She took a deep breath and said word by word, "I, not guilty!"

As he said this, the nightingale broke free from the fog and pulled the trigger, the barrel of the gun bursting into flames and a thunderous roar.

The "Silver Whip" moved instantly, and I saw the light band rise upward, blocking in front of the Holy Envoy, and suddenly overflowing with a little spark. Then the whip unfolded, throwing a small piece of twisted metal to the ground - the same bullet it had fired.

This thing can even block a musket!

"Oh?" the other raised an eyebrow, "What kind of secret weapon is this?" Her voice suddenly cooled, "I changed my mind, it seems that you have to die here." ”

The silver light swooped down on the nightingale again, but this time it split into dozens of long whips, enveloping almost everything she was in.

The nightingale unleashed the mist, and in a single step, she crossed a distance of three or four meters - unlike mortal things, the long whip of magic could not be dodged even in the mist, she could not treat it as nothing, and could only pass head-on, only to dodge from both sides. However, the enemy's attack range was too wide, and the silver light flashed close to her, and she felt a numb in her calf, and she could no longer maintain her balance, and fell to the ground crookedly. The whip of magic slammed into her place like a storm, shattering the stone floor. If you are hit directly, I am afraid that you will lose the ability to resist in an instant.

Nightingale didn't have time to check the wound in his leg, and lay on the ground and shot all the bullets in the pistol in one go.

The silver whip retracted again, turning into a rapidly rotating band of light, blocking all the bullets.

She knew she didn't have time to reload in the fog, and if she couldn't pin down her opponent with her musket, she would probably find herself in a difficult situation - the space was too small to stretch the distance five meters away, and with the inability to get past the opponent's attacks, the range of motion would only be pushed smaller and smaller. In a hurry, she pulled out another pistol, fired the bullet into the air, and then escaped into the fog, through the floor beneath her feet, and fell straight to the second floor.

"She's gone!" shouted the Holy Envoy, "Gather the Inquisitors to seal off the church, and the Marquisess's dungeon must be guarded, she may have come for this person!"

"Run?" Rosader looked around, there was no sign of damage to either the doors, windows, or the entrance to the secret passage, "From where?"

"Walls, ceilings, or floors - she's capable of more than stealth, there's no magic in the room anymore!" said the Purifier, gritting his teeth, "do as I say, she's injured and won't be able to run far, so call your people to wear the Divine Punishment Stone Crossbow!"

"Yes!"

When the priest hurried away, she sat down on the ground with her legs limp, her fingers trembling slightly, and she could not lift up the slightest strength.

Damn, what the hell is this weapon?

Her ability to defend herself is both offensive and defensive, and especially in defense, she is regarded as the strongest shield of the pure, and this magic light can resist anything that comes at her, whether it is a sword or a crossbow, it is impossible to pass through the barrier it makes.

In order to strengthen her abilities, she kept the magic light in the state of activation all the time, and after more than ten years, the magic power she could hold has become very large, and hundreds of arrows shot by ordinary bows and crossbows are useless, and she will never run out of magic power by resisting flying arrows.

But the other party's attack just in an instant consumed her magic power, and now she can't even maintain her ability, and her body feels extremely tired, this feeling of weakness and weakness has not appeared for many years.

You must catch this degenerate, live or die, the Holy Envoy thought hatefully.

. (To be continued.) )