Release that Witch

The combat experience accumulated over the years has played a role. The night has not yet had time to think, and the body has already responded.

She subconsciously leaned back and silver light pressed against her cheeks. Even in the fog, she could feel the power of this light burning and violent, not something that could be possessed by anything. After avoiding the sudden attack, the night slammed on the ground and pulled away from the other side.

"What happened, what happened to the saints?" Rosad asked in panic.

"It seems that a mouse has slipped in," the witch licked her lips. "You find a safe place to be good, be careful not to be affected."

"What do you mean... there is a witch here!?" The priest looked changed. "I am going to call the trial warrior!"

"No, no, I haven't had a witch hunting for a long time. It's rare to meet such an opportunity. How can I give it to others? You just have to wait and watch it."

While the two were talking, the nightingale was also looking at the woman, known as the ambassador. Although she knew that the church was likely to secretly store the witch, she really felt the heartache when she confirmed this. The witch has become a part of the church, and may even be at the top. From the other's words, she can be heard that she is interested in hunting witches and does not treat herself as a similar one.

The nightingale couldn't help but think of the raider who met at the dock on the outskirts of Wangdu, and he did not hesitate when he stabbed the short sword into Wendy's body.

These people can no longer be regarded as similar, they have embarked on a very different path.

Thinking of this, she no longer hesitated, pulling out the revolver at the waist even if she does not like this kind of battle, she has no choice, sometimes only killing can stop the killing.

"Where are you from?" The Holy See turned his head and looked at the position where the nightingale stood. "The priest can't see you, indicating that your ability can hide itself; being able to avoid my attacks means training in combat, or I have experienced hundreds of battles in person. No matter which one, it is very valuable for the wild witch."

"Where am I from, what does it have to do with you," said the nightingale. She noticed that the other party's face was tied with a ribbon that completely obscured both eyes. This is what the blind man would do. The "silver whip" in the hands of the Holy Ghost did not disappear, still entrenched on her side, and the sharp end was like a rising snake head, swaying against himself.

In the fog, only the magic has color. Is it because she is relying on this strange whip to determine her position?

"Some things you may not know, the church has crowned a new pope. He is tolerant and compassionate. He believes that the wild witch also has the value of being redeemed. As long as you are willing to be loyal to the gods, the church can wash away your sins and accept you. Become a pure person.” The Holy Spirit raised the chest. “This is a golden opportunity for you. If you are not here alone, you will meet other fallen witch companions and you can take them to Hermes. City, greet your new life."

"Yes, it sounds pretty good," said the nightingale, sneer. "But after awakening as a witch, there is a so-called sin. If you have a way to remove it, why do you set this rule now, instead of saving it from the beginning? Those lost sisters? When I was a three-year-old child, have I never seen a shameless lie?"

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

Speaking of this sentence, the nightingale was out of the fog, the trigger was pulled, the barrel of the flame burst, and a thunderous roar.

The "silver whip" moved at once, only to see the light belt rising upwards, blocking the front of the Holy Spirit, and suddenly overflowing the ignition star. Then the whip head stretched out and throwing a small piece of distorted metal onto the ground was the bullet that he shot.

This stuff can actually block the gun!

"Hey?" The other side raised a brow. "What is this hidden weapon?" Her voice suddenly cooled down. "I changed my mind. It seems that you have to die here."

Silver light once again rushed to the nightingale. The difference is that this time it has divided dozens of long whip, almost covering her position.

The nightingale displays the fog, and the distance between the three and four meters is different from the original. The long whip made up of magic can't be avoided even in the fog. She can't regard it as nothing, heading through the past, only from the past. Avoiding on both sides. However, the enemy's attack range is too wide, and the silver light flashed over. She felt that her calf was numb, and she could no longer maintain balance, and she fell to the ground. The magic whip plunged into the position behind her like a storm, smashing the slate floor. If you are directly hit, I am afraid that you will lose your resistance in an instant.

The nightingale was too late to see the injury in the leg, lying on the ground and shooting all the bullets in the pistol.

The silver whip retracted again and turned into a fast-rotating light belt, which blocked the bullets.

She knows that she doesn't have time to load bullets in the fog. Once she can't use her gun to contain her opponent, she is likely to be in trouble. The space is too small, there is no way to pull the distance beyond five meters, and the attack cannot be crossed. The range of activities will only be forced to get smaller. In a sharp turn, she took out another pistol and slammed the bullets, then broke into the fog, passed through the floor under her feet, and fell straight into the second floor.

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"She ran!" said the ambassador. "Call the judges to block the church, and the descent of the Marquis of the Marquis will also send people to hold. She may be directed at this person!"

"Run?" Rosa Dess looked around, no trace of damage to the doors and windows or the entrance to the secret passage. "Where?"

"Wall, ceiling or floor her ability is not only stealth so simple, there is no magic reaction in the room!" Pure people bite their teeth, "as I said, she was injured, should not run far, call you Everyone wears the stone of the gods!"

"Yes!"

When the priest hurried away, she sat down softly on her legs, her fingers trembled a little, and she couldn’t lift her strength.

Damn, what kind of weapon is this?

Her ability is both offensive and defensive, especially in defense, and is regarded as the strongest shield among the purers. This magic light can resist any incoming swords or swords, and it is impossible to wear them. Through the barrier formed by it.

In order to strengthen her ability, she always keeps the magic light in a state of excitation. For more than ten years, the magic power that she can accommodate has become very large. The general bow shot hundreds of arrows will not help, never because Resist the flying and consume the magic.

But the attack that the other party only launched in the blink of an eye left her magical power. Even now her ability is not maintained, and the body feels extremely exhausted. This feeling of weakness and weakness has not appeared for many years. .

It is necessary to seize this fallen person, no matter what life or death, the Holy Spirit thinks hatefully.

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