Chapter 415 Fight

The combat experience accumulated over the years came into play, and Nightingale's body had already reacted before her mind could think.

She leaned back subconsciously, and the silver light passed through her cheeks. Even in the mist, she could feel the power contained in this light, which was hot and violent, and could not be possessed by ordinary creatures. After avoiding the sudden attack, Nightingale took advantage of the situation and rolled on the spot, keeping distance from the opponent.

"What happened, Lord Holy Envoy?" Rosad asked in panic.

"It seems that a mouse has sneaked in," the witch licked her lips, "find a safe place and squat down, be careful not to be affected."

"You mean... there is a witch here!?" The priest's expression changed, "I'll call the Judgment Warrior!"

"No, no need. I haven't hunted a witch myself for a long time. It's rare to encounter such an opportunity. How can I leave it to others? You just need to stay aside and watch carefully."

While the two were talking, Nightingale was also sizing up the woman known as the Holy Messenger. Although she knew that the church was probably secretly cultivating witches, she still felt extremely heartbroken when this was confirmed. This witch has become a full member of the church, and may even be in a high-level position. It can be heard from the other party's words that she is very interested in hunting witches and does not regard herself as a similar person at all.

Nightingale couldn't help but think of the raider she met at the dock outside the royal capital. He didn't hesitate in his eyes when he thrust his dagger into Wendy's body.

These people are no longer the same kind, they have embarked on a completely 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 battle, she had no choice. Sometimes the only way to stop the killing was to kill.

"Where are you from?" The Holy Envoy turned his head and looked at where Nightingale was standing. "The priest can't see you, which means that your ability can hide yourself; being able to avoid my attack means that you have received combat training, or I have personally experienced hundreds of battles. No matter which one it is, it is very valuable to a wild witch."

"Where I come from has nothing to do with you," Nightingale said coldly. She noticed that there was a ribbon tied on the other person's face, completely covering his eyes. This was a look only a blind person would make. The "silver whip" in the Holy Envoy's hand has not disappeared. It is still entangled beside her. The sharp end is like a raised snake head, swinging towards her.

In the mist, only magic has color. Could it be that she relied on this strange whip to determine her position?

"Some things you may not know yet. The church has crowned a new pope. He is tolerant and compassionate by nature. He 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. Become a pure person." The Holy Envoy caressed his chest and said, "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you. If you are not here alone and have met other fallen witch companions, you can take them to the Holy Land of Hermes with you. City, welcome your new life."

"Yeah, it sounds pretty good," Nightingale sneered, "But there is a so-called sin after awakening as a witch, and if you have a way to get rid of it, why are you just setting this rule now instead of saving it from the beginning? Those lost sisters? Do you think I am a three-year-old child who has never seen shameless lies?"

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

At the same time as he said these words, Nightingale emerged from the fog and pulled the trigger. The barrel of the gun burst into flames and roared like thunder.

The "Silver Whip" moved instantly, and the light belt was seen rising upwards, blocking the way of the Holy Envoy, and sparks suddenly appeared in all directions. Then the whip unfolded and dropped a small piece of twisted metal to the ground, which was the bullet he fired.

This thing can actually block muskets!

"Oh?" The other party raised an eyebrow, "What kind of hidden weapon is this?" Her voice suddenly turned cold, "I changed my mind. It seems you have to die here."

The silver light rushed towards Nightingale again, but this time it split into dozens of long whips, covering almost the entire location where she was.

Nightingale cast out the fog and crossed a distance of three to four meters in one step. Unlike ordinary objects, the long whip made of magic power could not be avoided even in the fog. She could not regard it as nothing and crossed it head on. She could only pass through it. Avoid by running around on both sides. However, the enemy's attack range was too wide, and the silver light flashed close to her. She felt her calf go numb, and she could no longer maintain her balance, and fell to the ground crookedly. The magic whip plunged into the position behind her like a storm, smashing the stone floor into pieces. If you are hit directly, you may lose your ability to resist instantly.

Nightingale didn't have time to check the injury on her leg, so she lay on the ground and fired all the bullets in the pistol in one go.

The silver whip retracted again and turned into a rapidly rotating light belt, blocking all bullets.

She knew that she didn't have time to reload bullets in the fog. Once she couldn't use the gun to contain the opponent, she would probably be in trouble. The space here was too small and there was no way to extend the distance to five meters. In addition, she couldn't get past the opponent's attack. The scope of activities will only be forced smaller and smaller. With a sudden change of mind, she took out another pistol, fired the bullet empty, and then escaped into the fog, passed through the floor at her feet, and fell straight to the second floor.

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"She ran away!" the Holy Envoy shouted. "Hurry up and summon the Inquisition Army to seal the church, and send people to guard the dungeon of the Marquise. She might be coming for this person!"

"Run?" Rosad looked around, and there were no signs of damage on either the doors, windows, or the entrance to the secret passage. "From where?"

"Her abilities on walls, ceilings, or floors are not just as simple as invisibility. There is no magic reaction in the room!" The Purist gritted his teeth and said, "Do as I say. She is injured and shouldn't be able to run far. Call you. Everyone wears the Stone Crossbow Arrow of God’s Punishment!”

"yes!"

When the priest left in a hurry, she sat down on the ground with weak legs, her fingers trembling slightly, and she couldn't lift herself up at all.

Damn it, what kind of weapon is this?

Her ability can be said to be both offensive and defensive. Especially in defense, she is regarded as the strongest shield among the pure. This magic light can withstand any incoming object on its own, whether it is a sword or a crossbow, it cannot penetrate it. through the barrier it forms.

In order to strengthen her abilities, she keeps the magic light activated at all times. After more than ten years, the magic power she can hold has become very large. It is useless to shoot hundreds of arrows with an ordinary crossbow. Resisting flying arrows consumes magic power.

But the opponent's attack in just a split second consumed all her magic power. Now she can't even maintain her abilities, and her body feels extremely tired. This feeling of weakness has not occurred for many years. .

This degenerate must be caught, dead or alive, the Holy Messenger thought bitterly.

(To be continued. Your support is my biggest motivation.) 16-11-1204:12:31