"Fire... more fire."
Joanna's whole body was surrounded by fire. A priest just flew past her, and she threw a fire dragon without hesitation, burning the priest to ashes along with the layers of shields.
She couldn't remember how many people she had killed.
Fighting without scruples has always been the most pleasurable thing for her. Controlling flames was her innate talent. Whenever she watched the flames rise from her palms, the blood in her body seemed to boil at that moment.
At this moment, her blood was boiling, but... for some reason, there was no joy in her heart.
Up, down, left and right, there were countless priests, and the holy light was flying everywhere like an out-of-control beast. Joanna rushed in with one of her most proud students at first, but soon she lost track of him. She didn't know if the young man who was a little naive and liked to giggle died in the chaos, and she didn't have time to think about those things.
In front of my eyes and in my mind, only enemies and battles are left...
This was an extremely confused state. She didn't know what she was doing. She just relied on her instinct to kill all the priests she saw. The hot feeling of satisfaction was gone. The boiling blood burned her eyes red, but she couldn't feel anything else.
Subconsciously, Joanna felt that she didn't like this feeling, but she still threw herself into it completely. The string called reason in her mind was burned out, and she became more and more anxious as she continued to kill.
"Wicked witch, go to hell!"
Another figure appeared in front of her. It was an old man who looked like a bishop. Ring after ring of holy light surrounded his head, forming a strange aperture, like an angel in an oil painting.
Joanna said nothing. She hated the scary murals in the church.
At that moment, red runes flashed from her eyes - since learning the rules of rune meditation, her control over the flames has reached a new level and has grown rapidly. But with a flash of thought, white flames emerged from her palms and condensed into the shape of a phoenix.
Because of the beautiful image of rebirth from the ashes, Phoenix from the Fire is her favorite high-level magic. After repeated practice, she can now cast it without much preparation.
Along with the sudden growth of the fire phoenix, the bishop's expression suddenly changed from contempt to astonishment.
"How is it possible... At such a young age, after only learning magic for so many years, how can one have such strong mental power..."
"What I hate the most is don't say I'm a witch." Joanna stepped on the fire phoenix and stared at the other party coldly. "When I was three months old, I burned down my cradle. When I was two years old, I almost lost my own baby. House, they all say I am an unlucky person... But, I'm sorry, I probably started learning magic when my mother was alone."
As she spoke, she rode the fire phoenix and rushed towards the bishop.
Countless flames surrounded her, growing and growing during the sprint... In the end, Joanna's entire body was submerged in the firelight, as if she had completely integrated with the flames.
And this desperate attack shocked the bishop even more.
"This... madman!"
At that moment, he had no way to dodge and could only recite the spell crazily, gathering more holy light above his head. The angelic halo suddenly spun and slowly fell, blocking him and Joanna.
However, the next second, Joanna, who was bathing in flames, crashed into her.
The bishop could feel the terrible heat, and he could also feel that the life-saving cross in his pocket suddenly started to explode in series. Then... a moment of fatal heat, and he couldn't feel anything anymore.
Unlike most priests and mages who died in battle, there was no corpse falling from the sky, only a handful of ashes dissipated in the sky filled with the smell of blood.
"Huh...huh..."
Joanna gradually stopped, and the white flames produced by the Phoenix on Fire gradually disappeared. Suddenly a wave of fatigue hit her, and she felt that her boiling blood was showing signs of subsidence.
—Although the blow just now was powerful, it consumed almost a quarter of her mental energy.
As her rationality gradually returned, she raised her head, only to find priests everywhere. Back and forth, left and right, hundreds and thousands... In the frantic battle, she didn't know where she rushed to, how long she had been killing, and why she couldn't even see a mage around her at this moment.
Did she go too deep? Or... everyone is dead
As soon as the last thought came up, she was fiercely ignited and burned completely together with the priest on her left.
She didn't want to think so much. At this moment, she was deeply surrounded by the priest. Although she was still so brave, the fading of her blood also brought her hesitation, hesitation, and fatigue.
Fatal fatigue.
At first, she thought that this fatigue was just a little bit, and it didn't matter. But soon, she realized how terrible this tiredness seemed to be permeating from the depths of her soul. Even if it was just a little bit, it seemed like it was going to kill her. The whole person was swallowed up completely.
She obviously still has mental strength, she can still fight, but she is gradually losing her energy.
A coldness spread from her heart, and it was only then that she suddenly realized that although her eyes were red and her whole body was hot, her heart had always been cold and she could not feel anything.
The war... made her suddenly feel empty.
"Kill her! This hateful witch, she actually killed Bishop Karen!"
"She is about to lose her mental strength, come on! I know that God has been watching all this, and God will not let go of these sinful people with blood on their hands!"
"Kill her! Kill her..."
The overwhelming shouting reached her ears, and for some reason it reminded her of mosquitoes on a summer night. She felt restless.
Another white flame shot up into the sky. She reluctantly gathered her energy and used the Fire Phoenix again. The immortal fire made Joanna feel a little warm again. How wonderful that it would not die, just like she hoped that the student who rushed in together would not die either.
That guy... his skills are not very good. Every time he is brought to compete by Joanna, he can't sustain a few moves. It should be impossible for him to go as deep as himself.
He won't die. Joanna thought this way, although she didn't know why, but if she thought that the other party might still be alive, she could feel a little more strength in her heart.
This little bit of power supported her to explode the phoenix in flames!
Many priests leaned close to her and wanted to take the opportunity to kill her, but they were reduced to ashes in that moment. At least a dozen of them died. No amount of life-saving crosses could save them.
The surrounding became empty again, and at that moment, Joanna raised her head. She looked at more priests coming toward her above, with a slight smile on her lips, which seemed...satisfied.