"Yes, I say, I refuse!"

Vimere's voice didn't back down.

She's not the same person she used to be.

Even if the other party is the chief priest of the direct church headquarters, and he is only an official priest of the White Harbor Town Sect.

She doesn't compromise either.

"Huh...... That's what makes it fun every time. ”

Mattei picked up the sacrament staff on the table, and Vimir rushed towards the door almost at the same time, only to be bounced open by a magic circle.

"It's useless," Mattei smirked, "this is a seal set up by a high-level sacrificial weapon, and you don't have a staff, so you won't be able to open it for a while." ”

Vimere turned and walked slowly towards the other party, she knew that only by doing something would she not be forced into a corner.

Think, think, Vimere!

What can you do!

"I want to confirm your priesthood seal." She spoke suddenly, her eyes silently sweeping over the window without the barrier seal.

"Heh, I hold the staff of the Three Jewels Crown, what else do I need to prove?"

"That could also be fake, since you are under the direct management of the archbishop, the warrant of the Pope can prove your identity."

That's right.

I'm going to stall.

Mattei smiled helplessly, and took out a gold-patterned holy seal from the inside of his sleeve, and the emblem of prayer engraved on it was genuine, and it was impossible to fake.

"If you're stalling for help, then I'm sorry to tell you that Monica won't be back today."

Vimere froze.

She wasn't waiting for Bishop Monica.

The teleportation crystal and the voice collar were restricted, there was no agreement, no reminder, except for yesterday, the earlier meeting was five days ago, could that person sense that she was in danger......

Seeing Mattei take a step forward, Vimere retracted her thoughts and stared, "Have you performed the baptism of the three pure bottles beforehand, if I am really a saint, I don't think you are qualified to touch me without a baptismal ceremony." ”

Mattei gave a thoughtful expression.

"Oh, yes...... There is such a thing, I'll go. ”

The moment he turned, Vimere didn't hesitate to rush towards the window.

"Do you think I'm going to say that?"

“！”

Whew, lala-

The girl's body jerked, and she raised her head, her left hand entangled in the silver chain that stretched out from the space.

Mattei looked at her with a sinister gaze.

"It's a pity that your cleverness will come to an end."

Vimir drove the magic in her body, tugging at the chains so hard that her wrists were deeply bloodied, but she still couldn't break free.

Mattei swung his staff and imprisoned the girl's other hand, and as he approached unhurriedly, Vimere finished chanting the high-level magic that she had been reading silently.

"Drowning Water Coffin!!"

Wow –

The high-level water elemental enveloped her in an instant, which was originally meant to limit the attack magic of a single enemy, but she chose to use it on herself.

This is because in this case, it is the most difficult procedure to remove.

"Are you smart or stupid?" Mattei shook his head, "Although I can't do anything for a while, how long is the water in such a space enough for you to breathe?" It is impossible for a person to drown himself on his own initiative, and when your survival instinct awakens, the subconscious mind will constantly want to disarm the technique. ”

He walked five steps away from the water coffin and began chanting a spell that would corrupt her power and hasten its disintegration.

"Then you're underestimating me."

Vimere looked down at him with unwavering eyes.

"You can't threaten a person who is threatened."

In the agreement with that person, even too much conversation with other members of the opposite sex is forbidden, and the possibility of physical contact is stifled in the cradle.

How could he allow it, no, as he had said to Martha, he would not allow it at all, there would be other men who would dare to make such an impudent request!

Choking on a mouthful of water, Vimere clenched her mouth and began to churn her magic again.

I'm not going to give up.

Because I believe in you.

I'm sure you'll come!

Will definitely come!

There is no reason to believe!

Singing intently, the coffin of the high water elemental enveloped her again, and the air brought in gave her a moment of respite.

That's right.

Vermeer's eyes steady.

Even if the magic is overdrawn and the elements run wild, I will unleash the "Drowning Water Coffin" countless times, even if it is a day and a night, two days and two nights, until you come!

Isn't it just to abide by the rules you set, I've already been familiar with passing by countless times, so you can't do anything about me!

The light of longing lit up in the girl's eyes, and she let out a hoarse howl, wishing that her voice could cross a thousand obstacles and reach the man's heart.

Later, she regained her composure and attached herself with a third "water coffin of drowning".

"Why do you have to resist this uselessly, do you really think that in such a situation, who would dare to disobey the authority of the Celebrant of the Pilgrimage?"

Mattei smiled mockingly.

"It's useless, you're already a caged bird, no one will come to save you"

Bang-la-la

Everything in front of me became so slow.

A crisp sound.

Shattered painted windows.

Blue flashes.

Pale flames.

Water-colored slash marks.

And.

A dark-haired boy who landed before the glass shards.

The air froze for a moment, and Luo Wei didn't look at Mattei, who had his left hand cut off on the way, and swung his sword to cut open the water coffin that imprisoned the girl.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Falling into the other party's arms, the girl showed a reassuring smile on her face, and her bloody vocal cords let out a whimper that even the goddess would not sit idly by when she heard it.

"Hmmm......"

Placing Vimil flat on the ground, Luo Wei took the blade of the pale flame and turned coldly.

The sword aura of the slaughter made the eaves tremble, and the paper flew.

Mattei was caught off guard by the slashing and severed arm, almost thinking that everything just now was an illusion, but he immediately picked up the staff with his magic power, and instantly condensed spiked ice picks.

Hmmm-

Rowe slammed into the icicle at maximum speed, slashing it into a circle of debris with a single sword, while he himself ignored the oncoming scattered ice spikes and drove straight through the ring, slashing Pegastay's right hand with a single sword.

"No...... Can ......"

Such a nonsense act is actually attacking with magic!

Luo Wei ignored the pain coming from his body, his face was like a thousand-year-old glacier, and his empty eyes were like an abyss.

Mattei's long sallow face suddenly showed horror, and he opened the sequence circle and was about to hide in it, but Luo Wei took out the Demon Breaking Dagger and tore it open, pulled it out and fell to the ground.

When Mattei rolled on the ground and turned around.

A pair of ruthless brown eyes that seemed to be able to kill gods stared at him fiercely at close range.

“！”

Mattei was so frightened that he couldn't even speak, and forcibly activated his dodge magic to move behind the door, and was slashed by the enchantment with a sword from Luo Wei, who wielded the Demon God Sword, and kicked open the door and followed.

The church members and pilgrims in the hall were stunned.

The pilgrimage chief crawled on the ground covered in blood, and the black-haired boy with a sword followed behind him like a grim reaper.

"Stop, what ...... are you?"

Swish.

Blood splattered, and the Tourist, who stopped it, split in half directly from shoulder to leg.

All the pilgrims stepped back.

No one dared to stop him.

Mattei was grabbed by Rovi's sword in the back and thrown into the center of the church hall.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you today."

Rowe walked over and sat down on top of him with the eyes of an ant.

"Left or right? Three, two......"

"What?" Mattei was so frightened that he didn't react for a moment.

"One."

Luo Wei stabbed his sword into the opponent's right shoulder.

"Left or right? Three, two......"

"Left! Left! ”

Luo Wei stabbed his sword into the opponent's left leg, and Mattei suddenly let out a terrible scream.

"Left or right? Three, two......"

……

Not only the pilgrims, but even the local church members did not dare to speak out when they saw this scene, such a game would be stabbed whether they answered or not, Mattei only had the right to choose the direction, but he could not choose whether it was the shoulder or the thigh, and the sword blade at the end of the countdown would surely come as promised.

The marble floor of the church was covered with blood from Mattei's struggle, and just when everyone thought that the chief priest was about to hold on, the black-haired boy performed several healing techniques in succession to heal Mattei's wounds.

Then start over.

"Left or right? Three, two......"

Mattei's spirit collapsed, he cried and couldn't say a word, and then he felt the other party slash the left half of his vital organ with a sword.

“——！”

"Left, or right? Three. ”

Poof.

“——！！！”

This time, Luo Wei only counted three, and cut off the other half.

Mattei's swollen eyes were bloodshot, and he rolled his eyes and snot: "Why did you only count three!" ”

There was no light in Luo Wei's eyes, "I didn't say I had to play by the rules of the game. ”

"Woo! Whining! ”

Mattei let out a desperate scream.

"Since you don't like this game, let's change it," Luo Wei looked down at the other party coldly, "Why did you come to White Harbor Town?" ”

"Don't you want to think about the consequences of doing this kind of thing! I'm the Pope's chief of pilgrimages! ”

At such a time, Mattei can only try to threaten the other party in this way.

However, Luo Wei looked at him without a wave.

"When it comes to certain things, I'm never reckless."