The cold-faced earl doesn't want to trigger the plot

"Really? Then I won't stop you. However, you need to be ready to sacrifice for me at any time."

The heretic interrogator glanced indifferently, and the companion who had been walking together for more than ten years began to undo the strange bandages on his body.

Crystal clear and withered body.

The body of the Inquisitor Lei Ya has almost completely turned into magic stones.

"Yes!"

No one flinched from the words of the Inquisitor of Heresy, and all the members of the Inquisition of Heresy broke out into a tidy roar.

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"Let me go! Let me go! Right there, there's an interesting opponent waiting for me!"

On the edge of the ruins of the cathedral, the brave Nero struggled, trying to break free from the grasp of his companion Seid.

"Enough is enough, you guy! What can you do with a body like yours!"

Said, who usually looks naive, with a rare annoyed expression, angrily scolded Nero.

"It's okay! I've recovered at least [-]%! Can't you see? The guy hanging over there is sending me an invitation, and..."

Boom!

A thud sounded from the back of Nero's head.

Bearing the sap that ordinary people might die instantly, Nero simply passed out.

Seid looked at the side, and silently put the metal stick that had been removed back into Bridget on the wheelchair, and swallowed hard.

Um...

Even the dullest person can feel that Bridget, who is always unscrupulous, is very irritable now.

"Where is Evanna? Where is Mr. Chris!"

Ever since Evanna disappeared suddenly, Bridget, who had been running away, stared at Seid and questioned.

Seid repeatedly said that he didn't know.

The reason, Bridget was looking for Chris.It was because before, he vaguely heard Chris looking at the giant white cocoon in the sky, and read the names of Evanna and Alice.

However, when no one noticed, Chris disappeared.

boom!

While the three members of the adventure group were talking, the loud noise of thunder suddenly shook the sky.

A flash of thunder split open the thick and spreading thing in the sky, like a sea of ​​deep purple.And as the light unfolded, the people below saw a woman in black nun clothes hanging in the sky.

If the staff of the Bright Cathedral had any survivors present, they would definitely be able to recognize that this woman was Sister Grace.

Or to be more precise, Grace in her youth.

Grace, who has returned to her heyday, is dignified, calm, and quietly hovering above the sky without any waves.

At this time, in the scene where the Witch's Garden was spreading, Grace, who looked more like the god herself than a nun serving the god, was staring intently into the distance.

She seemed to be looking for something.

In an instant, another thunderbolt struck Grace.

Although, members of the Knights who participated in the crusade meeting, Bridget and others can vaguely guess that Grace has become a witch at this moment.

However, it was difficult for them to feel real for a while.

Because, although Grace has regained her youth, she still looks not much different from ordinary people.

She will not make people feel desperate just by looking at her, nor will she bring pressure that can instantly break them down for those who are watching her.

If it wasn't for her strangely standing above the sky, it would be difficult for everyone to recognize her as a witch.

Therefore, when a thunderbolt that seemed to be able to split the sky fell on Grace, everyone seemed to see only an ant that was fighting against Tianwei beyond its control.

In the dazzling white light, Grace's tiny body seemed to be wiped out at any moment.

However, after the thunder, nothing happened.

In the true sense, nothing happened.

Although Tianlei hit a person, it brought a powerful visual effect.But afterward, the scene where the being hit by the thunder didn't even lose a single strand of hair was even more shocking.

One thunder after another, accompanied by the roar of the heretic interrogator below, kept hitting Grace.

The Inquisitor of Heresy, who wasted everything on himself, had one arm snapped like a dry branch, with a crisp sound of self-care.And the phalanx of the Trial Council beside him has already fallen more than half of its members.

But as if laughing at the determination of the Inquisition, the witch bathed in the thunder remained motionless.

She didn't suffer any damage from Thunder.In the end, she chose to glance at the real ants on the ground out of the corner of her eye, not because she felt threatened, but because she felt a little impatient.

Grace raised her hand and pointed to the ground.

In an instant, the dark purple mist representing the power of a witch surrounded the entire city of Greenwater.

Almost instantly, the city began to be filled with screams of surprise, and then gradually evolved into hysterical and desperate roars.

It's just that these roaring voices cannot reach the ears of others.

Because, at the previous moment, under the power of the witch, everyone in Greenwater City lost their five senses at the same moment.

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The hills beyond Greenwater.

As the space swayed, a slender finger wearing a white glove "teared" a black crack out of thin air in the empty place.

From the crack, Riber walked out calmly.

Ribel stared at the ground, then watched it gradually become flat from potholes, and then gradually changed from dirty to clean, and then carefully placed Ewenna and Alice in his arms on the clean and tidy floor. above the ground.

Raising his head slightly, and staring at Greenwater City surrounded by dark purple weapons, Riber sighed softly.

He seems to be a witch...

No, Majin should be more accurate.

And the process of becoming a devil is more casual and casual than Riber imagined.

He remembered that Black Crow said that one must resonate with the crystallization of soul and witch power to become a witch.However, he didn't feel that he resonated with the power of fear, but after he put his hand in, a large amount of witch power flowed into his body without authorization.

It is said to be a ceremony, but the last step of the ceremony somewhat lacks a sense of ceremony.

Perhaps, this is also because he is "special".

All in all, luckily he didn't become a witch physically too.

So, what to do now?

Before, because the situation was too urgent, he rushed over without thinking.

And the result of the impulse is not the devil, but the witch... er, the devil.

If I remember correctly, the witches derived from the same original witch are going to fight similar to raising Gu.

And now, he is the weaker white side, and Grace is the stronger gray side.

He must be careful not to fall prey to Grace.

...

Why on earth did it become like this?

He was trying to escape the damn original plot.However, let alone escaped now, it has become the center of the original plot.

No, no, it is no longer a question of whether the original plot is not the original plot. He, a rare demon, is simply the center of the world...

After staring at Greenwater City for a while, the current Riber can see what Grace is doing.

She is taking a step closer to absorbing the remaining witch power, trying to make herself stronger.

Therefore, her courtyard is limited to the surrounding area of ​​Greenwater City, and there is no further spread.

And this kind of situation means that the power gap between Grace and him will become even bigger.

After thinking for a while, Ribel focused his attention on the Sword of Destruction that he had been carrying around.

Following his thoughts, an illusory figure gradually solidified beside him.

"Broken."

Seeing the red-haired girl who had turned into a solid body, stepped on the solid ground, and was still in a daze, Riber called out.

"Eh? Ehhhhh?"

After realizing what kind of situation he was in, the incarnation of the sword of destruction, who was obviously frightened, began to "eh" non-stop,

"You, you are Camprete, right? But, why does your state seem a little strange? And...how can my posture appear in reality?"

Listening to the series of suspicious questions from the Sword of Destruction, Liber sighed in his heart, this sword that has existed for an unknown number of years is really brainless...

"I am me, and that sword is also me, so who am I? Who is that sword?"

"That kind of thing is fine anyway."

Riber interrupted the broken philosophical question, and then began to ask.

"Shattering, if it's you... can you kill the witch?"

Riber's question seemed to stop time for a moment.And holding his head in a panic, with a foolish look on his face, his expression began to become calm and serious.

"Although I don't remember whether I have killed the witch. However, it should be possible."

Destroyed looking at Riber,

"There is nothing I can't 'break'. Because, once I become 'dull', the vow between us will automatically be annulled. And as you can see, Camprete. You are still connected to me .”

"It's really a convincing reason."

Rebel nodded with a smile.

As expected of a legend, it is a treasure passed down from generation to generation by the Campret family.

The Sword of Destruction is the last piece of the puzzle that solves everything.

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Soon after.

Holding the sword of Destruction, Riber and Destruction looked at the distant city of Greenwater and the witch Grace together.

The moment he successfully completed the ceremony with Grace, Ribel learned of Grace's alias.

"The Witch of Pleasure."

At some point, the words that make people think about it are really inappropriate to put on that extremely distorted nun.

As for the alias of Riber, the devil...

"Camprete, are you really going to do this?"

The disillusionment beside him interrupted Riber's thoughts and asked.

"Well, apart from this method, there is no other way for you to directly kill your opponent. After all, she is a real witch."

Riber replied somewhat casually.

"But... this is the power you finally obtained. I can't explain it well, but when I was in the deep consciousness space before, I could feel that you are thirsting for power..."

Shattered said with some confusion.

"Am I thirsting for power?"

Riber thought for a while, and he might indeed have that tendency at the time.

Because, unexpected encounters such as "artists", giants, unexpected fog, etc., made him feel powerless and aggrieved.

It's not that he harbors his own enemies, he must get his own approval, etc., but the "artist" is really too ugly.

Before pulling him out, he said that he was some kind of "king of the underground world" with a very personable appearance.

But when it really turned out, he was just a clown.