The battle experience accumulated over the years played a role, and before Nightingale had time to think, her body had already responded.
She leaned back subconsciously, and the silver light passed through her cheeks. Even in the fog, she could feel the power contained in this light scorching hot and violent, which was beyond the reach of other creatures. After avoiding the sudden attack, Nightingale took advantage of the situation and rolled on the spot, keeping a distance from the opponent.
"F, what happened, Lord Envoy?" Rosad asked in a panic.
"It seems that a mouse has slipped in," the witch licked her lips. "You find a safe place to squat, and be careful not to be affected."
"You mean... there are witches here!?" The priest's expression changed, "I'll go and call the Judgement Warrior!"
"No, no, I haven't hunted witches myself for a long time. How can I give it to others when I have such a rare opportunity? You just need to stay aside and watch it carefully."
While the two were talking, Nightingale was also looking at the woman who was called the holy messenger. Even though she knew that the church was probably secretly raising witches, she still felt extremely heartbroken when she really confirmed this. This witch has completely become a part of the church, and may even be in a high-level position. It can be heard from the other party's words that she is very interested in hunting witches and does not treat herself as the same kind at all.
Nightingale couldn't help but think of the raider she met at the pier outside the capital's capital, and the look in Wendy's eyes without hesitation when he stabbed the dagger into Wendy's body.
These people can no longer be regarded as the same kind, they have embarked on a very different path.
Thinking of this, she no longer hesitated, and pulled out the revolver around her waist. Even if she didn't like this kind of battle, she had no choice. Sometimes only killing can stop the killing.
"Where are you from?" The envoy turned his head and looked at the place where Nightingale was standing, "The priest can't see you, it means that your ability can hide yourself; being able to avoid my attack means you have received combat training, or I have personally experienced hundreds of battles. No matter which one it is, it is very valuable to the wild witch."
"Where do I come from and what does it have to do with you," Nightingale said coldly. She noticed that a ribbon was tied on the other's face, completely covering both eyes, which is what a blind person would do. The "silver whip" in the holy messenger's hand did not disappear, it was still entrenched by her side, and the sharp end was like a raised snake's head, swaying towards her.
In the fog, only magic has color. Could it be that she relied on this peculiar whip to determine her position
"There are some things you may not know. The church has crowned a new pope. He is tolerant and sympathetic, and 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 one." The holy envoy stroked his chest and said, "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you. If you don't come here alone, and you meet other fallen witch companions, you can take them to Holy Hermes. City, welcome your new life."
"Yeah, it sounds pretty good," Nightingale sneered twice, "but after awakening as a witch, there really is a so-called sin, and if you have a way to get rid of it, why are you setting this rule now instead of saving it from the beginning? Those lost sisters? Do you think I'm a three-year-old and have never seen a shameless lie?"
She took a deep breath and said word by word, "I am innocent!"
At the same time as saying these words, Nightingale escaped from the fog, pulled the trigger, the barrel burst into flames, and let out a thunderous roar.
The "Silver Whip" moved instantly, and the light belt was lifted up, blocking the front of the Holy Envoy, and sparks suddenly overflowed. Then the whip head stretched out, throwing a small piece of twisted metal to the ground that was the bullet he had fired.
This thing can stop a gun!
"Oh?" The other party raised his eyebrows, "What kind of hidden weapon is this?" Her voice suddenly became cold, "I changed my mind, it seems that you have to die here."
The silver light rushed towards Nightingale again. The difference was that this time it split into dozens of long whips, covering almost all her position.
Nightingale displayed the fog, and she crossed a distance of three or four meters in one step. Unlike ordinary things, the long whip composed of magic power could not be avoided even in the fog. Dodge on both sides. However, the enemy's attack range was too wide, and the silver light flashed close to her body. She felt numb in her calf and could no longer maintain her balance, and fell to the ground. The magic whip plunged into the position behind her like a storm, shattering the slate floor. If it is hit directly, I am afraid that the ability to resist will be lost in an instant.
Nightingale didn't have time to check the injuries on her legs, so she lay on the ground and shot all the bullets from the pistol in one breath.
The silver whip retracted again, turning into a rapidly spinning light band, blocking all the bullets.
She knew that she didn't have time to reload bullets in the fog, and once she couldn't contain her opponent with a musket, she would likely be in trouble. The space was too small, and there was no way to pull the distance beyond five meters, and she couldn't get past the opponent's attack. The range of activities will only be forced to shrink. With a sudden change in her mind, she took out another pistol, emptied the bullet, and then escaped into the mist, passed through the floor below her feet, and fell straight to the second floor.
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"She ran away!" the holy envoy shouted, "Quickly call the judgement army to block the church, and the Marquis's dungeon will also be guarded. She may be coming for this person!"
"Run?" Rosad looked around, there was no sign of damage to the doors and windows or the entrance to the secret passage. "Where?"
"Her abilities on walls, ceilings or floors are not as simple as being invisible, there is no magic reaction in the room!" The Pure One gritted his teeth, "Do as I say, she is injured and shouldn't be able to run very far, call you Everyone wears the stone crossbow of God's Punishment!"
"Yes!"
When the priest left in a hurry, she sat down on the ground with her legs weak, her fingers trembling slightly, and she couldn't raise her strength at all.
Damn, what kind of weapon is this
Her ability can be called both offense and defense, especially in defense, she is regarded as the strongest shield among the pure, this magic light can resist any attack on its own, whether it is swords or crossbows, it is impossible to wear it. over the barrier it constitutes.
In order to strengthen her ability, she keeps the magic light activated all the time. After more than ten years, the magic power that she can hold has become very large. It is useless to shoot hundreds of arrows with ordinary bows and crossbows. Consume empty mana against flying arrows.
But the attack that the other party launched in an instant made her magic power exhausted. Now she can't even maintain her ability, and her body also feels extremely tired. This kind of weak feeling has not appeared for many years. .
Be sure to catch this fallen one, live or die, the envoy thought bitterly.
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