The warden who guards the witches

"Boy, can you be a little more discerning? Can't you see that we are in a hurry to put out the fire now?" Habinis said angrily.

"Isn't it just that the base camp is besieged? Fight back!" Aiden spread his hands directly, "Do you understand changing homes? The cult has now thrown so many troops into the Demon Feast Forest, and there are fewer people left in Beifeng Town. Now is the time when their defense is the weakest. We have to take action now."

When the opponent's external attack is the most fierce, it is also the time when his base defense is the weakest. As the saying goes, all tactics change homes.

Of course, changing homes is definitely very risky, but for Aiden, it doesn't matter at all. After all, it's not his home that is being changed.

For the Witch Assembly, this is indeed changing homes, but for him, this should only be considered stealing homes, which is the most suitable situation for him to gain benefits.

"Humph, it's not your base that is being attacked, you say it lightly." Lamia saw Aiden's thoughts and sneered in a hoarse voice.

"When you have survived their attacks and have a chance to catch your breath, they will also get a chance to catch their breath. Are you going to give them time to continue recruiting soldiers?" Aiden persuaded him patiently, "Besides, they are now rushing to produce soldiers, and they will inevitably use the power of 'reproduction' to the point of overdrawing. It is definitely better to attack as soon as possible than to attack when the opponent is fully prepared."

Compared to fighting alone in the front, the power of the power of "reproduction" is more valuable in the overall strategic level. The only disadvantage of mass-producing offspring who are not afraid of death and have good materials as soldiers and quickly forming a honeycomb-like group combat power is that it takes time.

So it is obviously unwise to give the cult too much time. When it is time to act, it must be decisive.

"I don't think it's a bad idea. The location of the venue has been leaked, and there is no way to remedy it." Qiqimora interrupted, "The important thing now is to prevent them from finding Abigail's location. They caught us off guard, and we can do the opposite."

Abigail thought for a moment and finally nodded: "Okay, let's do it."

"That's right." Aiden smiled.

"I'm living in Beifeng Town now, and Habinis can fly over directly." Qiqimora said slowly, "Lamia, how long will it take you?"

"I can turn into a flying snake and fly over there. It will take two hours to move there." Lamia said.

"Then Mr. Warden..." Qiqimora looked at Aiden.

"I can't fly, but we can take the earliest train to the mining area in the early morning. If it's too late, I can also rent a few fast horses." Aiden replied calmly, "Do you want to set a place to meet?"

"Who wants to meet with a stinky man like you? I get goose bumps just thinking about it." Habinis pointed at him and objected, "When the time comes, Abigail will summon us again to make arrangements before the attack."

"Your Excellency had better bring the amalgam golem with you." Abigail suddenly reminded Aiden.

"Hmm?"

"The power of 'reproduction' can work on all living things. It is very dangerous to approach the saint of 'reproduction' rashly." Abigail explained, "But the golem that I gave life to is fine. It can be used as a secret weapon to kill the priest."

"Since it is so useful, why don't you make a few more?" Aiden was puzzled, "Wouldn't we win this way?"

"Vera and I can make it, but we don't have enough materials now." Abigail explained, "It is necessary to refine mercury, bone powder of natural disasters, and legendary metals such as mithril together through several processes to successfully make a material that can circulate magic power and can be deformed and hardened at any time."

"It turns out that I picked up such a good thing for nothing." Aiden felt that he had made a profit again. It sounds like the raw materials of the amalgam golem... are quite valuable.

But it should be quite troublesome to take it out. After all, the weight of that ball of mercury is definitely more than half a ton. Even if it can move on its own, it must be kept from being seen by others as much as possible.

"Then the matter is settled for now. I'll go deal with the invaders first." Abigail disconnected the communication after she finished speaking.

In an instant, all the attendees, including Aiden, were shrouded in gray fog.

...

At the same time, in Beifeng Town, an abandoned mine.

In the huge pit, more than 20 young nuns stood, naked, with sticky blood-colored liquid hanging on their bodies, and their eyes were empty.

The tall synthetic beast stood in front of them and spoke a sentence that ordinary people could never understand.

The power of "reproduction" continued to be activated, and the nuns split up again in painful wails, dividing into nearly 50 people.

The priest looked at the "daughters" in front of him quietly. It was the fifth generation of reproduction to this point. The lifespan of these individuals would not exceed three days, and they were destined to be abandoned from birth.

If the division continued, the number would continue to double, and the efficiency would be higher, but the combat quality of the individuals would be reduced more severely.

"How many people were made tonight?" He asked the black-robed nun standing beside him in a turbid voice.

"In addition to this group, there are about fifty more." Nyx said calmly, "This way we can organize the next wave of attacks, but the level of each individual has declined seriously."

"After all, they are rushed products for sacrifice, and there is nothing we can do about it."

"Use that method to make up for it." Nyx said, handing over a huge sickle.

The priest glanced at her with his eyes like a goat with square pupils, and finally reached out and took the sickle without saying a word. The sickle, which was considered a one-handed weapon for ordinary people, was like a razor blade in his hand.

He cut his wrist without hesitation, and blood immediately flowed out of the wound. Sister Naiwei brought a metal basin and collected the blood that flowed like tap water.

A few seconds later, the priest clenched his fist, and the wound on his wrist closed immediately and stopped bleeding.

The priest grabbed the metal basin with one hand and threw it vigorously. The blood that was splashed turned into raindrops and fell on the nuns who stood there with lifeless eyes. The nuns looked indifferent to this.

The priest spoke the words of God again, but this time, the nuns did not split further.

However, the blood splashed on them quickly penetrated their white skin and was completely absorbed by their bodies.

Then, all the nuns seemed to sense something and subconsciously touched their lower abdomens.

They were pregnant.

"Go, my children, find Abigail's hiding place and bring her head along with the hatched eggs." The priest ordered.

"Understood, Father." All the new nuns answered in unison.