My Boss, the White-haired Nun

"From the very beginning, I wasn't begging you not to go there! The suggestion I gave you is that I don't want to see too many of your 'insiders' die too much."

In the past, she was feared and feared by all her colleagues, and she was called "the destroyer of the battlefield", and she was never a docile person.

"Why are there always blind people who want to provoke the superior?"

There was a flash of thunder beside her, leading her body to float into the air.She floated back, distanced herself from the army.The flying flames unfolded behind her like wings, rose, burned, and condensed in mid-air, and finally turned into a big black sun that was comfortable with countless red chains suspended behind her head.Scorching air billowed and overflowed from it.

The sky suddenly darkened, this area was shrouded by countless dark clouds at some point, countless purple electric lights permeated the void, and purple thunder flashed from time to time.There was a burst of roaring roar, like a god beating a drum in mid-air.

The commander of the crusaders was shocked by this almost natural disaster, he subconsciously wanted to rein in his horse and retreat, but he found that the horse under him was struggling and neighing but did not follow his instructions, so he couldn't help being a little puzzled.

He looked down, but saw that a thick layer of frost had formed on the ground at some point, and the spreading frost was galloping on the ground like a boa constrictor passing by. Enclosed in ice.All the skipped places were covered with a thick layer of hoarfrost full of death.

"...Really, like a god..."

The commander fell silent.He hesitated for a moment, then got off his horse.He ignored the frost on the ground that wanted to climb up every time his feet landed, and walked towards the army behind step by step with the sound of stepping on the snow.

"But don't we, the Man of Destiny, exist just to kill the gods?"

He raised the sword in his hand, facing the fearful warrior in front of him.Roaring loudly, the sound overwhelmed the rolling thunder in mid-air, and spread to every place in the entire area.

"Array!"

The well-trained soldiers started to act. They drew their weapons and walked quickly from the state of rushing to the state of fighting.There was a rattling sound as the iron armor collided.

He turned his head again, looked at Shakespeare suspended in mid-air, and said loudly.

"Sorry to offend, but we are soldiers. At this moment, each is in charge, so there is only a war."

Then he raised his sword and pointed forward.

"charge!"

The army behind him split into two and rushed forward over him. The neighing of horses, the clashing of feet against the ground, and the clashing of armors, finally turned into two torrents of steel, sweeping towards the gods.

In mid-air, Shakespeare narrowed his eyes slightly, the flames turned into rain of fire, thunder began to fall, and the life-depriving frost began to spread.

Flesh and blood can't stop such an attack, and even the most elite fighters will die at the touch of this attack.This is not a battle at all, but an almost god-like massacre of mortals.

Those who can't live with her can never imagine that Shakespeare with a poisonous tongue, that Shakespeare who is flamboyant, that Shakespeare who is lazy, and that Shakespeare who is like a bad-tempered schoolgirl.

What I practiced from the very beginning was originally used to kill people.

However, even in the face of such an attack, those soldiers continued to charge forward. If the one in front died, they would pass him and continue forward. If the shield was broken, they would grab a corpse and move forward.

The archer in the back began to open the bow in his hand, and the rain of arrows in the sky rushed towards her like locusts, and was sucked into a ball in mid-air by the magnetic force brought by her beckoning.

However, there were still sporadic arrows that could cross the powerful electromagnetic force field and come to her, but they were stopped by the ice shield that appeared in front of her out of thin air.

The ice shield that withstood the attack fell from mid-air, and turned into countless fragments with arrow feathers inserted on the ground, but they merged with the frost on the ground.

Those fighters continued to advance against such attacks.Advance ten meters, twenty meters, fifty meters.

Slowly but firmly approaching the city gate.

"You were doomed from the start."

The commander looked at the source of the killing in mid-air, and clenched his fists tightly.

"Even if you can stop us, so what? You are only one person, but destiny is not limited to our legion." He said softly.

However, Shakespeare in mid-air suddenly looked at him, as if he heard something.

"I remember I said it before. Compared with killing people, I am second in the world." A wanton smile appeared on her face.

"The monster number one in the world is in the place you expected."

……

At this time, south of the city.outskirts.

The Second Army, which is a little farther than the First Army, is still quite a distance from the holy city.

There are many mountains in the south of the holy city, so in order to march, the ancestors hundreds of years ago once opened a winding road in the mountains for marching.

Just before all of them knew what they were about to face, a figure with a red hood had appeared on the top of a mountain, quietly looking down at them.

In the past, Nicholas' classroom was famous for being strong and mentally ill.As the teacher, Nicholas himself is a bastard with a sick mind and does whatever he wants; the second disciple outside the master is a lazy guy with jumping thinking on the surface, but in fact he is a lunatic who kills without batting an eye; the third disciple is simply a pure fool.

As for the elder sister who seldom comes out to meet people, this beautiful girl named Michelangelo who always wears a red hood and a black slim dress is almost morbidly focused, and she is obsessed with everything else like It is the same indifferent focus that has nothing to do with oneself.

And she focuses on two things.

One is called Nicholas and the other is called Power.The two can also be counted as one in a sense.

Because Nicholas wanted her to have a hobby so she learned to carve.Because Nicholas wanted her to do something instead of staring at him like a cake so she learned to paint.Because Nicholas liked the way she ate, she got into the habit of snacking on the go...

Because Nicholas needs her to be strong, she is the number one person in the entire destiny.

Although she had never won the title of No. [-] Destiny, only the students in Nicholas' classroom knew how powerful she was.

That is so strong that William Shakespeare can't get up to win at all, and can only silently curse the monster's strength.

She has an introverted personality and never knows how to express her feelings, so she has no habit of expressing her feelings, and naturally she will not go to chat with the commander below like Shakespeare.

In a sense, this is an opponent who is as unchallenged as Nicholas.

She lowered her head, her drooping face was good and beautiful, her eyes were slightly brown, calm and pure.