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August 9, 1666 5 minutes before the start time of the Magic Net (estimated).

In the town of Blenheim am Metz in the Julok Republic

While the net was about to cross the sky of Blenheim, temporarily disabling all magic, the Figota Army was preparing for a fourth attack on Blenheim.

In front of the remaining two Figota, only Blenheim remained. But they've been entangled in the city for too long.

The Marquis of Gloria, Cavendish von Figota, the third son of the old duke, pushed his glasses upwards and carefully observed the deployment of the two sides.

Duchy artillery and private maid artillery were deployed on two positions not far north of the city, and the counter-assault of the Free Army cavalry had already been thwarted.

It would have been a very subtle and threatening counter-assault, and they easily broke through the two infantry battalions of the arch artillery.

By any measure, the Gregorian light cavalry of the Figota were far more numerous than the heavy mederans of the Glorian cavalry, and perhaps only the Sotaran cavalry and the royal guards could match the entire empire.

Unfortunately, their enemy is Cavendish and perhaps the best tactician in the world.

In the early hours of this morning, he organized a river crossing that broke the first line of defense on the left flank of the Free Army, opening a passage for the elven army. The panicked deployment of the Free Army gave him more opportunities, and at the cost of five famous paintings in the Figota family's collection, he handed over the battle on the right flank to the strong infantry of the Elven army, and borrowed the few horses of the Elven army to form a shock force composed of cavalry and horse infantry.

Once again, he found Pluto Luthor's soft underbelly. As he expected, Luther's central forces were crushed almost at the touch of a button.

Not long ago, his cavalry had broken through the Freikorn's unusually fragile center, leaving several of Pluto Luthor's cavalry brigades running around.

Instead of wasting time chasing after the rout, he turned straight to Blenheim, just in time to crush the last dying of the other half of the Free Army's cavalry.

Now seven brigades of hussars from the Gloria region are searching for working pistols from the corpses of their companions and enemy soldiers. Each Lower Italian Ranger carries at least six pistols, which is a good extra for the impoverished Glorians.

The remnants of the right flank of the Medic Knights, who had died Atlas von Figota, were expelling the retreating Freikorn Army from outside the city. Behind them were three battalions of mounted infantry that had dismounted and rested, and it was these units that had completed the great interlude that could be called the crystallization of the art of war.

But he did not find his brother Blucher's infantry.

Cavendish frowned: "He should have five to six thousand infantry, and most of the infantry of the first and second armies are under him." I told him not to throw in all the infantry so quickly. ”

Cavendish Shō rode his horse to the position of the maid artilleryman, where all his brother's staff officers were usually located. He soon found the position of the chief staff of the Second Army, "the first maid-in-waiting," as Blucher called it.

"Catalea, where is the Marquis?"

The chief maid looked up from the military map and opened her mouth, but said nothing. Cavendish frowned: this "frightened fawn" expression was not her usual one. Each of Blucher's maids was battle-hardened, their ability and will were not inferior to the best men, and they also built an artillery unit with the highest average mathematical level in the world.

The logistics staff officer on the side, or the purple-haired "maid of the third life", Villela, opened his mouth and said, "I'm sorry, Your Excellency the Marquis." She had previously commanded a third attack before returning from the city. The master has already gone to direct the fourth attack himself, and it is in the city. ”

Hearing this, Cavendish was shocked and angry: "Is he crazy? Has he forgotten how his eldest brother died?!"

"Master, he's not crazy. Caterea finally spoke, "But what can I do?" That's a demon. ”

"I'll translate," Villera added, "that Pluto Luthor was in the town of Blenheim, and he was in the first row. If the marquis had not gone up personally, the infantry would have all collapsed. We've never seen such a high-ranking priest so deadly...... Not a single one. Although the enemy army had only nine battalions, their morale was frighteningly high. ”

Cavendish was stunned: "Oh my God...... Is Luthor crazy too? He doesn't know that if he dies here, the entire northern flank of the Confederate army will collapse?

While that does maximize morale, it's too dangerous. What's more, using magic to slaughter the opponent's miscellaneous soldiers can be called one of the most inefficient uses.

"So, there should be more than nine thousand soldiers in Blenheim by now. The infantry will be crowded together, as well as the horses. Cavendish vaguely felt a little unlucky, "No, it looks like I'm going to be in the infantry too." Do any of you want to go along?"

The maids hesitated, staring at each other, but none of them answered. Finally Villera raised her hand: "I haven't been to the town yet...... I'll go. ”

This sentence startled Cavendish again: "You are all ...... Went to the front line and commanded the troops?!"

This time everyone nodded in unison.

"It's unexpectedly intense. But I can also understand the motives of Your Excellency Brother......" Cavendish shook his head, "Killing Luthor will end this fight." Moreover, if the commander of the other side is on the front line, we will not be able to close the gap in morale without pressing. ”

He took one last look in the direction of Blenheim, and then gave the order in place of Blucher: "You still stop the shelling and continue to urge the shells to the rear." I have a lot of cavalry, and I'll make a detour back to the enemy's south flank - Pluto guy shouldn't know that his center and reserves are broken, I'll put some pressure on him. ”

For some reason, Cavendish vaguely felt that the current enemy general was a little different from the previous one.

Although he is an enemy, even Cavendish has to admit that Pluto Luthor is an excellent opponent. His fighting style, though slightly darker, is indeed full of meticulous calculations and cunning deception, most notably the battle in which Atlas died.

Cavendish believed that Luthor would sneak to the front lines to organize sneak attacks and snipers, and that he would go and eliminate deserters to create fear, but fought in the first row of musketeers with the flag...... He doesn't believe it's the style of this opponent.

Probably because he had been cornered, Cavendish thought, returning to his troops.

At this time, Blucher was directing the attack in a civilian house.

This private house was originally a shop, but half of it had been destroyed by the emperor's artillery, and the other half was soaked by the melted magic cannon ice prismatic bullets.

Theoretically, he was now Duke von Figota, but Blucher didn't know about it yet. He knew that he should have won long ago, and that he had thrown nearly twice as many infantry in the town as his opponent—

"Organize the offensive. The Marquis continued to order with a blank face, "The fourth battalion retreats, and the seventh battalion is on top." ”

"Sir, the troops can't hold it anymore! my troops really can't attack again......"

The commander of the seventh battalion stammered, but Blucher didn't want to hear it anymore.

"He's just a madman!" the Marquis angrily threw his bayonet sword, "Don't think that only Pluto Luthor will kill his own people!

The bayonet pierced the commander's shoulder blades. The baron-to-be screamed and rolled underground.

"I don't want my maids to see this. But as a nobleman, there are always things that have to be done...... Just like that bastard on the other side. ”

Blücher lamented in his heart, stepped forward, drew his sword, wiped the blood from it with his handkerchief, and looked around.

"Mobilize the 8th Battalion to come up and attack with the 7th Battalion. I personally commanded the attack. ”

In fact, he himself did not want to see that enemy position. Not at all.

But when the enemy commander himself stood in the first row of musketeers, he had to stand in a position where he could see the troops in order to attack.

"Please, let's die, madman. ”

Blucher thought in his mind and walked out the door. His troops began to assemble, and the few narrow streets of the town were filled with soldiers of the Duke of Figota*.

Then he took the telescope and aimed it at the battle flag of the General Army of the West, as well as at the positions below it.

What a position that is.

Blenheim is a small town, and it is not really suitable as a battlefield for a decisive battle. The Nine Battalions of the Free Army trapped here had plenty of ammunition, but they didn't have enough magical auxiliaries, they didn't have much artillery, they didn't have supplies, and they couldn't build fortifications or anything.

"Normally, surrender is long overdue......"

And they're already alone. Through his binoculars, he could already see the flag of Figota flying on the south side of the town. It was the scout cavalry of the Third Army.

But Pluto Luthor had gone mad.

Completely ignoring Blucher's kindness in asking him to surrender with dignity, Luther went so far as to execute thousands of deserters and prisoners, destroy two or three more streets, and build a line of defense with corpses and wreckage!

Every time he saw the opposing line, the graceful artist commander wanted to vomit.

Six or eight corpses were tied in a bundle of shrouds, which was a half-body breastwork.

Fourteen to sixteen corpses, plus a double plank, was a full-height earthen wall, and each of the Free Army artillery pieces was stacked with similar fortifications.

All the stone slabs on the road were pried up and piled up on the positions, forming one obstacle after another, blocking the ballistics of the muskets and the charging of the soldiers.

And in this mess, the military flag of the Western General Army, the flag of Luther's general, and the divisional flag of the three divisions were planted horizontally and vertically together, forming the backbone of the position.

That madman, the stubborn Pluto Luthor, was under that banner. In order to suppress the discontent of the soldiers, all the positions near his main force were piled up with corpses, and he and a few guards mages were busy fortifying the surrounding positions with military magic.

"They actually let them take back half the town...... Obviously we're going to win...... ...... who are going to win"

Blucher recalled the look on Catalea's face after the last attack. He knew that the maids could no longer withstand the pressure of such a battle, so he let them go back to the artillery position.

He also saw that battle, and it was a nightmare.

One company after another was crushed by the platoon guns and retreated. Luthor stood at the front of his position, withstanding the volley of guns, replenishing his troops with deflection shields.

Although clearly on the defensive side, the generals of the Free Army made no secret of their love for the offensive. He personally led the bayonet battalion, and at the scale of the battalion, regardless of casualties, rushed into the musketeers of the Figota army, stabbing them to death one by one before they could draw their daggers. With each attack, Luthor would personally execute a few deserters without missing a net, and then use their corpses to build new positions.

"That's a demon. Why would a general do these things with his own hands......"

Blucher knew she would never make it. He could throw a sword and shoot deserters, but he would never be able to carry a corpse to reinforce a fortification.

"But at least I can give the order to charge. ”

In the face of such fortifications, platoon guns are useless, as was proven in the last battle. Blucher didn't want the maid to be involved in such a bloody battlefield, and most of the mages and priests of the magic army were also under the command of Cavendis, and he and his opponents were divided between him and his opponent in terms of magic.

"We can only rely on the superiority of numbers. ”

The Marquis put away his binoculars and looked around to see that more than nine hundred soldiers of the seventh and eighth battalions were ready.

"All, get on the bayonet!"

He gave the order.

"Charge with the White Blades and retake our lost position!

The cheers were sparse. But of course, no one dared not charge.

The Marquis only ignored one point. He didn't notice that in the far south, where the telescope was pointing, the clouds were changing rapidly, reacting to something that was moving at a speed of two kilometers per second.

When she heard the sound of her own troops' volleys of gunfire and the enemy's shouts of killing, the girl knew that the enemy was attacking again. She poked her head out from behind the fortifications made of corpses on both sides, searching for her target.

She is not in herself, that is, Pluto Luthor's general, but in the real front line against the Emperor*'s white-knuckle charge.

She jumped onto a pile of corpses, picked up the sacred sword in her hand, and smashed the heads of the two Figota soldiers.

"One thousand and fourteen. One thousand and fifteen. ”

The field of view has been reduced to an almost minimum. The senses of smell, taste and touch have long been sacrificed, and the sense of hearing she barely retains some, but not much. These can be exchanged for mana, and of course the numbing nerves. In the past twenty minutes, she had killed more people with her own hands than in her previous two lives combined.

Killing has become a conditioned reflex. Anyone who wields divine magic can be transformed into a murderous maniac charging the front line if they want to—like the proud Medic Knight on the other side.

She rushed into a bayonet squad of enemy troops. Listening to the accents of these screams, it seems to be from the Xenolan area. She didn't bother to think about it, and with the swords in her hand, she quickly eliminated the group, and then grabbed a bayonet and killed a few more people.

The enemy's assassination struck her divine shield and slid away.

"One thousand and twenty-three. ”

Bonnie stopped, took a few steps back, jumped onto a fortification, and gasped for air.

"It's a bit late. Why hasn't it come yet...... It was five minutes later than expected......"

A bit of an ominous premonition. From the last time Anne was contacted to the present, it should be just enough to complete the initial preparation of the magic network. With a gap of five minutes, she had to wait until the enemy launched a fourth attack.

Until now, Bonnie was still unsure of completing the nine levels of divine magic. She only has eight dans, and she has always only had eight dans.

But she had a way to try.

Before the primitive religions signed the covenant of peace, they were mostly brutal religions that accepted blood sacrifices. Bonnie had read the principles of divine magic, as well as arcane logic, and knew that there was still a lot of blood sacrifice in modern magic......

So she decided to give it a try. Build a miraculous environment by killing people. Give up the five senses to the maximum, put all the magic and concentration on protecting yourself, and even give up morality.

Suddenly, the body was heavy.

All the magic effects are gone.

Protection magic, healing magic, acceleration magic, transformation magic. All the magic was gone, and although she could barely see it, she knew that there were blue lines, red lines, purple lines flying in the air.

It's a magic web. Although it was a little late, Anne completed the magic of the magic web. She didn't know how, but Bonnie could guess that her sister must have paid a great price because the magic was done a little late.

But she didn't have time to think, she just took the time to point her right hand at the sky.

"I have offered enough sacrifices!

Bonnie looked up and watched as the clouds began to grow and gather rapidly, and even the afternoon sun seemed to light up. The clouds covered half of the sky in ten seconds, and only the sun was still casting its light on her.

"What I need is—"

Suddenly, a voice rushed into her eardrums.

"Naked ...... Nude girls!"

Bonnie looked down and saw that she was barely dressed, covered in blood and bits of flesh. She blushed and suddenly realized what had happened.

All the magical effects on her body disappeared at the same time as the structure of the magic web switched. The identity of "Pluto Luthor", and all the appearances, appearances, costumes, etc., he created with magic, all disappeared, leaving only the blood of the dead that was not a product of magic.

"No—"

Bonnie reflexively said a word, but then knew she had made a bigger mistake.

The miracle is not yet complete!

The moment she spoke, a white cloud suddenly rolled up.

Starting with the clouds directly above her fingers, they instantly turned blood-red and rushed to the half that had been occupied by sunlight!

"Miracles go wrong is damned," was the phrase that immediately crossed Bonnie Sefir's mind.

She had never seen anyone use this magic, only in the records of legends. One thing is certain: if a person with little strength and faith fails to pray for a miracle, the curse will come.

"-Don't want to die!"

She blurted out again, continuing the sentence and backing down shamefully.

However, the last rays of sunlight were shrouded in blood-colored clouds. Everyone heard the thunder, and everyone around Bonnie stopped fighting, staring at the sky in panic.

It's over. Such thoughts crossed Bonnie's mind.

I'm sorry, sister. It's over.

She shouted her last order: "Free Army, all retreat! I order, as Pluto Luthor—"

The soldiers were all stunned and did not listen to her command. All magic fails, the sky changes dramatically, and the brutal and brave battle commander suddenly becomes a *maiden—it's hard to say which one hit the Free Army soldiers harder, perhaps the last.

"-Don't give the fuck who I am!

Faced with this scene, Blucher had a very different reaction. He has been using binoculars to capture the location of dangerous enemy commanders, and always catch the fighters.

"That woman is Pluto Luthor?! Oh my God...... Is this an illusion?"

Unable to hear Bonnie's voice, the Marquis, who was standing in the reserves, had a very different judgment on the scene in front of him. It had been two hundred years since a priest had used miracle magic, and Atlas, the only of the three brothers who had studied divine magic, had died, and in Blucher's opinion, it was clearly the last death throes of Luthor's madman—no, Luthor's madwoman, no wonder she was so mad.

"She's going to use magic to fight a decisive battle, and before she can finish her magic, kill ...... Or capture her alive!"

Blucher snatched a musket and killed a soldier who turned around to flee.

"Don't back off!

Just then, a tornado blew, followed by thunder.

All the red clouds poured towards Bonnie's location. The Free Army soldiers fled with their lives, while the soldiers of the Figota Army reached out to capture the enemy's commander......

Then the red cloud rushed towards the ground at an alarming speed.

That is "damnation". It wants to take the sacrifice of the loser, but it doesn't care about taking a few hundred more.

Rumble.

The red cloud smashed to the ground and turned into a mist of blood.

The blood mist was swept up by the tornado along with the thousands of dead and countless corpses, tearing everything into scattered droplets, throwing out corpses in the wind, throwing out all sorts of disgusting parts that are indescribable, even unimaginable.

Bang.

Everything was smashed back into the ground, and huge craters were smashed.

Blood droplets in the air had been smashed into tiny particles, which had been broken down into even smaller red particles by the action of lightning.

They are evenly sprinkled on the ground, forming a thick layer of red frost that sparkles in the summer sun.

Blucher von Figota stared blankly at the big pit in front of him, bewildered, took a step back, and sat down on the ground.

After the red clouds cleared, the sky was clear again.

"I ...... Aren't you dead?"

I don't know how long it has been.

Bonnie Sefir barely opened her eyes, only to see darkness around her.

She reached out and wiped her face, but only to touch a hand of blood and shredded flesh, as if worms were crawling up her fingers. The corpses of the first ones used to build the fortifications had already been drying in the summer sun for noon and had begun to decompose.

Bonnie slapped her backhand in the face with a blank face, smashing the corpse worm to pieces. It was just an illusion, she said to herself, it was just an illusion. It's okay.

"Here it is...... Where?"

The body is heavy. No, the body is pressed under many, many things.

Bonnie immediately realized what it was.

It was a mountain of corpses.

Piled up by tornadoes, I don't know how big, how high, how thick the mountains are.

All that she killed with her own hands, by her commanded troops, by her failed miracle magic, all of them, all of her sins.

Her ambition, her assertiveness, her deception, her nightmares.

But...... She didn't die. That kind of curse was enough to tear apart a hundred Bonnie Sephir, but she still didn't die.

Why?

"I haven't heard of an example of immortality......"

Bonnie reacted.

"That final 'I don't want to die' request came true...... Ahaha, ahaha, ahaha. I killed so many people, so many people, in exchange for my own immortal ......"

Because she gave up trying to build a magic net at the last minute.

The magic web connection that her sister Anne had worked so hard to build for her was wasted by her.

She's just an eight-stage mage and priest...... Never reach the top.

Nine Divine Magic. Her heart ached.

Even beyond her time, she still can't become a true Grand Magician or a Bishop?

If she also knows nine levels of magic...... If Anne hadn't made a non-divisive request for her to build a magic net at such a time...... If the Figota army was not so strong, or if Marshal López did not detain so many reserves in Jena......

She wouldn't have been pushed to this point. His hands were already covered with blood, and he couldn't turn back.

"How do you explain to my sister...... Haha, haha, haha. ”

Although she was laughing, Bonnie knew that her laughter was worse than crying.

A web of magic without an agreement would work, but that would require a region-by-area reorganization with a high-level mage or priest as the core, as Anne did with Lennie in the mire. In the long run, this means that the web will gradually and naturally dissipate - but throughout the reorganization, a large number of unenchanted and wild magical areas will be created, and more sacrifices will be caused.

But in any case, Bonnie also has to inform her sister of the news.

"How do you phrase it......"

Bonnie concentrates and begins to call Anne and the telepathy between her.

"I failed. I didn't complete the agreement. I haven't won the battle either, and the general army of the West is probably over. I don't know if there's a chance to rebuild the web...... I'm such a useless thing. ”

I'm sorry, sister. Your sister has lived up to your expectations......

"Don't be silent, sister, scold me. I know this is indeed ......"

Still no response.

"Huh, do you mean...... Won't it......"

Bonnie finally understood what silence meant. That's not Anne angry.

Her sister, who was always smiling, Anne Seiffel was no longer capable of replying.

Anne won't scold her anymore, and no matter what she messed things up with, Anne won't accuse her.

Bonnie finally understood why Damnation hadn't killed her—

"Because letting me live is a much more cruel option than letting me die?"

Why.

Why, why is this happening?

Why, why don't you just let me die?

Why did my sister die?

Haven't I been trying? Haven't I been trying enough, or ...... What historical will?

Bonnie burst into tears, tears mixed with the flesh around her and turned into bloody tears.

But maybe it was blood and tears.

"Don't...... I don't want to live like this. This is not the time I want, sister. ”

The magic of Bonnie's right hand began to subconsciously gather, turning into a burst that pointed straight to the sky.

"But now that it's ...... I've got to go back and help you come back to life, can't I? You probably left a backup of your memories too, right?"

Blood, shredded flesh and corpses fell naturally under the force of gravity, dousing her head and face. Bonnie's natural beauty is concealed by these things, and at first glance it looks like a bloodied zombie.

Actually, I'm about the same as a zombie, she thought.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't mean to disturb your sleep. ”

She whispered an apology to the countless dead around her.

It's not magic.

Bonnie discovers that her ability to use magic has completely disappeared.

No god could hear her voice anymore.

"That's right...... Is this revenge for my lust for power?"

Bonnie cast another spell. More corpses flew into the sky, and the sun shone on her face through the new hole.

"I don't admit it! I don't admit this reality! So what! Politics is a big quagmire of filth, but it is precisely in the filth that human beings move forward! If you want me to admit this reality, you might as well let me die!"

Under the reblooming afternoon sun, the mountain of corpses emitted a strong rancid smell.

"But we can't stop jumping into the quagmire because it's dirty! Under the cover of the blood-stained shirt, it is a more civilized future! I don't admit defeat! I will never admit defeat, this is the magic net that my sister gave up her life to build!"

Bonnie screamed hoarsely, got to her feet, and unleashed an even larger blast of magic that blew up the mountain of corpses that were crushing her.

"I can't use magic anymore, this is revenge, right? But I won't admit it!"

She stood up and looked around. She found herself standing in the sunset, covered in blood, and some emperors around her who were preparing firewood looked timidly at her who suddenly stood up.

"I won't admit it!" Bonnie wiped the tears from her face, "If the facts don't match our ideals, then change the facts!"

She roared loudly.

Some of the Figota soldiers seemed to recognize her, screaming and fleeing to call for help.

"Even if I, Bonnie Sefir, die here, then I can at least leave a web of magic in the world, won't I?"

* of Bonnie Seiffel once again raised her right hand at the cloudless sky.

This is a reckless thing that no one has ever done.

Almost every priest who tried to apply for a miracle and failed to turn it into a curse died on the spot, and if they did not die on the spot, most of them also spent an extremely painful life.

But......

"Gods above! I, Bonnie Sephier, I don't care if you want to respond to my request, but I know you'll hear it!"

Bonnie's voice echoed over Blenheim.

"I'm going to tell you—no matter how many times I try! I'm not going to allow the net that my sister gave her life to build won't work! Even if I smash this dam called 'common sense' or 'static reality,' I'm going to ask for a miracle a second time! If it doesn't work, I'll do it a third, a fourth, until my scarred body is destroyed, or you are destroyed! I don't care if you're a covenant god, or a covenant god, or a monotheistic cult, or even a deism...... I don't care who you are! I want a miracle, now!"

She took a deep breath and shouted, "Activate the physical layer!"

Nothing happened. There are no clouds pooling, no tornadoes, no spotlights.

Bonnie Seffir wasn't a double caster anymore, but she was still stating.

"I know I can. Reason produces magic, and the highest state of magic is called 'wishing'. The meaning of wishing is to 'make your wishes come true' and come down to what you want. However, in the final analysis, wish-making is still a rational realm, and it is only a matter of fulfilling possible wishes......"

Bonnie's right hand clenched into a fist and slammed into the sky again.

"Activate the data layer! I know you can hear it! Faith is born of prayer, and everyone knows what the highest level of prayer is called, but has never seen it. It's called a miracle. It's not something I'm going to be able to touch ......."

She looked around, found the highest point on the mountain of corpses, and walked over.

"Activate the network layer! The miracle I want is not unbridled, it is not unreal, it is not delusional, it is not a miracle designed to fulfill one's wishes...... It's magic to fulfill everyone's wishes! It's magic designed to fulfill the reality it should be!"

Still unresponsive. Undeterred, Bonnie stood at the top of the mountain of corpses, struggling to think back to the protocol she needed.

Miracle is the existence beyond reason, miracle is the ultimate meaning of human pursuit, miracle is the reversal that can change everything. A miracle is an ideal, a pursuit, the last light when everything falls into despair!"

In Bonnie's mind, the web was formed. The self-explanatory protocols were beginning to be constructed, and she didn't even have to experiment to feel the protocols and models that were taking shape in her brain.

After I saw the real despair, I finally knew where I was wrong—— I lacked the courage to make that wayward request!"

Yes, Bonnie Sefir, the undead who has crawled back from under the blood of the mountain of desperate corpses.

Miracles only appear in the most desperate moments, and its only function is to make the impossible possible! It is like the descent of the gods used in ancient dramas, the final cadenza used to change fate when the plot has reached an impasse!"

Yes, Bonnie Sefir, already knows why she couldn't use miracles before.

"Activate the application layer - gods, just let me be willful! It's too much to refuse to grant me the ultimate grace of magic for so many years, isn't it?"

As the last question was asked, there was silence all around—

But Anne was already keenly sensing the change. There are subtle changes.

"Everybody should be his own pastor! I don't need a church because I'm my own church! I'm my miracle itself!"

She felt the change.

In the wind, which smells of blood, the dam called "Common Sense" is lowering, and the flood of miracles can overflow.

"In the name of Pluto Luthor. In the name of Miriana Queracia. In the name of Bonnie Sefir—"

Every identity is her. No matter what the name of the body is, the fiery soul is just as hot.

"In the name of my sister Anne Seffer!"

Nine Levels of Divine Magic! This is the Nine Levels of Divine Magic......

No, it's a power that transcends ranks!

She could control the miracle.

"O gods, I plead, no, I command you—"

Let this beautiful and cruel world tremble at my will.

"Let a miracle come to me! it will rewrite tragedy into comedy, and sorrow into victory!"

Let Anne Sefir's wishes and sacrifices come true. She added in her mind.

"Build the Magic Web Protocol!"

At first it seemed exactly the same as before, and there was no response.

When the Imperial soldiers left behind were about to start laughing—

The setting sun was projected, on Bonnie Sefir's face, in her pupils.

At some point, the brown-haired girl's eyes had turned red and blue—

Then, they start to change color and turn purple.

The purple pupils collided with the yellow glow of the setting sun, creating a tiny white dot of light in Bonnie's field of vision that only she could see.

"Ethernet tuning, compilation protocol establishment, resolution node erection, root node operation!"

Bonnie lowered her right hand and gently covered the tiny white dot of light.

"Let the old era end and let the new era begin! Let all ideas coexist equally, and let all knowledge flow freely!"

Bonnie thought to herself, this is the last thing my sister asked me to do.

I'm done with it.

"Well, from this moment on, the magic net is activated!"

The magic vortex sped like lightning along the magic web. It was a dazzling white light, brighter than sunlight, and even those who could not do magic could see it.

Every white light narrates that the time of the magic web has arrived.

From then on, not only could everyone use their magic and become a magician, but everyone could also find their faith and become a priest.

From now on, everyone can also be their own pastor. Everyone should be their own church.

And so a miracle struck.

It was 4 o'clock in the afternoon on August 9, and it was marked as "zero point" in the history of the Great Demon Net. It was the Internet that came to us at the beginning of modern history, and it was the spirit that overrode the level of technology.

And it will act on matter in turn.

After all this was done, Bonnie Shalfir looked up from her miracle and found herself surrounded by water.

To the north was Blucher von Figota and his army, and to the south Cavendish von Figotta and his army.

Almost all the emperors carried torches in their hands, and around the corpse mountain, firewood had already been piled up.

"Mana restored!"

"Do you feel it, you can use magic again!"

"But there seems to be something different......

The Emperor's soldiers were talking nervously, looking at the bloodied girl in front of them.

"That...... What shall I call it, Miss Luther?" Blücher coughed heavily, "Well, there are already too many people who have died today, and I don't want to kill any more." If you surrender, Miss Luther, I can guarantee your safety......"

"Although I don't want to tell you my name, you can call me by my last name, my last name is Sephir. ”

"Oh, then, Miss Sefir," added Cavendis, "as long as you are the maid of Her Excellency the Marquis de Blücher, you will be safe." ”

"Yes, as long as you are the maid of Lord Blucher, you can be safe......" Blucher hurriedly shook his head and glared at Cavendish fiercely, "No, no, I didn't mean that, you can be safe as long as you surrender!"

"I mean- don't be naïve, brother! This is that Pluto Luthor! According to my calculations, she's definitely the most dangerous witch in history, and now that our Guards have all their magic restored, and she doesn't have any equipment, kill her!

With that, Cavendish threw down the torch in his hand.

The oil-doped firewood began to burn violently, and tongues of fire swept towards Bonnie at an indescribable speed.

"You're too anxious...... I really want a new maid...... That body...... It's a pity. Blucher had no choice but to throw down the torch in his hand, and then ordered, "Get out of the way, the musket team covers the shooting!"

Bonnie sighed: "Alas, men are always in such a hurry...... I didn't say that anyone who has seen my innocent body will die, and you are not in a hurry to go back and get married, so why bother. ”

The witch who has obtained the ability of nine levels of magic even has the leisure to tell some jokes.

So, later that day, the empire also got a new duchess.

Of course, the Duchess who was in Lenny didn't know about it yet.