Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 134 The Fanatic

Sister Vespa couldn't remember how long she had been fighting.

Inside the Demon Tower, even the most hardened warriors tire.The red of blood and the black of the abyss are everywhere, and the demons are pouring out densely like water droplets on the wall when returning to the south, and the smashed purple-red flesh is piled up from the top to the bottom, forming a seat that exudes a stench hillock.

She strode downstairs, waving the flail bestowed by the god of war in her hand to disperse the monsters along the way.

At first, she still used the method of smashing the ground of the bell tower to let herself fall directly to the next floor to move forward quickly, but soon even the sky on each floor of the tower was crowded with all kinds of demons, their horns, The wings and claws collided with each other, making a terrifying sound.

Under such high-intensity mental pressure, even experienced fighters would be tortured to the point of insanity.Even after leaving the battlefield, cutting an apple with a knife can't help but vomit.

However, Vespa is not a warrior but a nun, a nun who serves the Mother Earth and the God of War.

The nuns of the God of War will not be injured, and the followers of the Mother God will not be confused.

So Vespa stepped forward, the flail in his hand blooming brilliantly.

Layers upon layers of demons blocked Vespa's advance and at the same time blocked their retreat.Neither fangs nor claws nor curses could penetrate the dazzling morning light around Sister Vespa, nor the heavy plate armor on her body.

And Sister Vespa's attack didn't even need to be aimed, she just injected spirituality into the flail in her hand, and then swung it out without hesitation.When the flail is raised, it is the dawn, which makes the darkness recede and the curse disappears; when the flail falls, it is the sunset, which makes the flesh decay and the bones weather.

Every step she took, she stepped on a carpet of flesh and blood mixed with the bones of an unknown number of demons. From the top of the tower, she walked down the steps and stretched for hundreds of meters, as if she was walking a pilgrimage path.

This reminded her of her first battle in the Southern Continent. At that time, she only had Sequence 7, and she had not yet become the favored member of the God of War.

The native rebels in the southern continent obtained new weapons through arms deals with the Loen people, and surrounded the Feysac Battle Sisters who were alone.

Sister Vespa's sisters died in fragments around her, yet somehow, even to this day, she never feels as fulfilled as she was then.

The head of the nuns prayed to the god of war, received his protection, and charged on the battlefield until he died.

At the moment when the holy power poured into the leader's body, Sister Vesper witnessed the opponent's battle and witnessed the fatal miracle performed by the tip of the sword.

She vindicated everything that Sister Vespa believed in before—not that she ever needed a miracle to prove her belief, of course.

Then the frenzy and thrill of faith and adrenaline dominated her consciousness, as it did then and now.

She stepped over Sister Palatos, who was divided into two and half submerged in the mud, away from Sister Ines who had sunk into the swamp, and launched a one-person assault towards the rebel position in the distance. Just like now she is charging towards the group of demons, she is still single-handed, and she is still as powerful as a rainbow.

Suddenly, the demons that were blocking her stopped at the same time, making way for Sister Vespa.Even if she didn't control it for a while and killed a few more demons, they didn't show any anger—in other words, there were higher emotions occupying their brains, preventing them from taking more actions.

Sister Vespa only hesitated for a second, then put away her blade generously, and strode towards the outside of the clock tower.Although she had sensed what she was about to face, her footsteps did not waver in the slightest.

Sister Vespa stepped out of the tower into a crimson sky.Even though it was already late at night according to the time, the eastern part of Backlund was still illuminated by the crimson light as bright as day.

His existence itself constitutes a new rule, allowing a corner of the abyss of hell to coincide with reality to a certain extent.Although he has not fully descended yet, it still does not affect him to make some arrangements in advance for the site where he is about to reign.

For the first time, the devil's language penetrated Sister Vespa's armor, making her heart feel a sense of coolness that she had never felt before—but that's all, the twilight holy emblem on her chest emitted a bright In an instant, she transformed from a tired warrior into a devout to fanatical priest.

Angel's personality suppression?Maybe there is such a thing, but for the current Sister Vespa, those are irrelevant, just like the cumbersome settings of those popular novels, which are of no help to Sister Vespa's goal.

"Interesting. I had expected who would greet me here. I thought it would be the secret servant or my old colleague, but I didn't expect it to be a little nun."

Matafari cast his eyes on Vespa with great interest. Originally, in his expectation, even staring through the portal would be enough to make a demigod-level powerhouse feel uncomfortable, and even directly fall out of control And the abyss of madness.

However, the Sequence 5 nun in front of him looked at him without the slightest hesitation, and the influence of his angelic personality seemed to be swallowed by the dim light emanating from her.

"Even an ordinary God of War believer is higher than an evil heretic like you."

Sister Vespa raised the flail in her hand towards the opponent without fear.Orange light gushes out from her arms and chest. It is the flowing power of dusk. It penetrates the saint-level shroud on her chest, causing her arms to decay rapidly, nourished by the sarcophagus. gradually recovered.

"Maybe, but it's pointless."

Surprisingly, Matafari did not feel angry, but continued to talk to Sister Vespa. "I have never understood where the courage of you witch hunters comes from, and in fact, it often brings your own destruction."

"Those brothers and sisters who died because of the God of War will be remembered by the God of War and will receive the destination and honor He promised."

Sister Vespa turned a blind eye to the twilight power that had begun to erode her body, and continued to answer.

"But your gods are dead, too, like every sad warrior who dies of meaningless belief."

Matafari's hands stretched out from the black door, widening the crack. He is about to come here, and everyone who sees him will die.

"He is everywhere, maybe I should carve his name on your skull to show you that."

Even so, Sister Vespa's answer was straightforward.In the next second, she jumped up and slammed into the coming god like a comet with a golden tail.

(End of this chapter)