Years of accumulated combat experience played a role, Nightingale's brain did not have time to think, but her body had already reacted.
She subconsciously leaned back, and the silver light passed by her cheek. Even in the mist, she could feel the power contained in this light, which was hot and violent. It was definitely not something ordinary could have. After avoiding the sudden attack, Nightingale took advantage of the momentum and rolled away from the other side.
"What, what happened, Lord Holy Messenger?" Rosad asked in panic.
"It seems that a mouse has sneaked in," the witch licked her lips, "Find a safe place to squat, and be careful not to get involved."
"You mean... there's a witch here!?" The priest's expression changed, "I'll go and call the Judgement Warriors!"
"No, no, I haven't personally hunted a witch for a long time. It's rare to have such an opportunity, how can I leave it to others? You just need to stay on the side and watch. "
While the two were talking, Nightingale was also looking at the woman called the Saint. Although she knew that the Church was probably secretly raising witches, when she really confirmed it, she still felt extremely sad. This witch had completely become a part of the Church, and may even be in a high position. From the other side's words, it could be heard that she was full of interest in hunting witches, and did not regard herself as one of her own kind.
Nightingale could not help but think of the raider she met at the dock on the outskirts of King's City, who did not hesitate to stab Vendy with her dagger.
These people could no longer be regarded as the same kind, and they had already embarked on a completely different path.
Thinking of this, she no longer hesitated and pulled out the revolver from her waist. Even if she did not like this kind of battle, she had no other choice. Sometimes, only killing could stop killing.
"Where do you come from?" The Saint turned her head and looked at the place where Nightingale was standing, "The priest can't see you, which means that you have the ability to hide yourself. You can avoid my attack, which means that you have received combat training, or have personally experienced hundreds of battles. Either way, for a wild witch, it's rare and precious. "
"Where I come from, what does it have to do with you?" Nightingale said coldly. She noticed that the man's face was covered with a ribbon that completely covered his eyes. It was an attire that only blind people would wear. The "silver whip" in the Saint's hand did not disappear. It was still entrenched beside her, and the sharp end was like a raised snake head, shaking at her.
In the mist, only magic had color. Did she rely on this strange whip to determine her position?
"There are some things you may not know. The church has crowned a new Pope. He is tolerant and compassionate. He believes that wild witches also have the value to be redeemed. As long as you are willing to serve God, the Church can wash away your sins and accept you as a Pure One. " The Saint put her hand on her chest and said, "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you. If you don't come here alone and know other fallen witches, you can take them to the Holy City of Hermes to welcome your new life."
"Is that so? It sounds pretty good," Nightingale sneered twice. "But if there really is a so-called sin after awakening as a witch, and you have a way to get rid of it, then why did you only set this rule now? Why didn't you save those lost sisters from the beginning? Do you think I'm a three-year-old child who has never seen a shameless lie? "
She took a deep breath and said word by word, "I am not guilty!"
At the same time, Nightingale left the mist and pulled the trigger. The gun barrel burst into flames and let out a roar like Thunder.
The "silver whip" moved in an instant. The ribbon of light rose up and blocked in front of the Saint. Suddenly, sparks overflowed. Then the whip stretched out and threw a small piece of twisted metal to the ground. It was her own bullet.
This thing can actually block the flintlock!
"Oh?" The Saint raised her 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 pounced on Nightingale again. The difference was that this time it divided into dozens of long whips, almost covering her entire position.
Nightingale used the Mist and crossed a distance of three or four meters in one step. Unlike ordinary objects, the long whip made of magic power could not be avoided even in the Mist. She could not ignore it and pass through it head-on. She could only circle around it to avoid it. However, the enemy's attack range was too wide. The silver light flashed, and she felt numb in her calf. She could no longer maintain her balance and fell to the ground. The Magic Whip pierced into the position behind her like a storm, shattering the stone slabs on the ground. If she was hit directly, she would probably lose the ability to resist in an instant.
Nightingale did not have time to check the injury on her leg. Lying on the ground, she shot all the bullets in the pistol in one breath.
The silver whip retracted again and turned into a rapidly rotating belt of light, blocking all the bullets.
She knew that she did not have time to reload bullets in the Mist. Once she could not use the flintlock to contain the enemy, she was likely to be in trouble. The space here was too narrow to be more than five meters away. In addition, she could not bypass the enemy's attack, so her range of movement would only become smaller and smaller. She quickly took out another pistol and emptied the bullets. Then she escaped into the Mist, passed through the floor under her feet, and went straight to the second floor.
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"She ran away!" The Saint roared. "Summon the Judgement Army to block the church and guard the dungeon of the Marquess. She may be coming for this person!"
"Ran?" Rosad looked around and found no signs of damage, whether it was the doors, windows, or the entrance to the secret passage. "Where?"
"The walls, ceiling, or floor. Her ability is not as simple as being invisible. There is no magic reaction in the room!" The Pure Witch gritted her teeth. "Do as I say. She's injured and shouldn't be able to run far. Ask your people to put on God's Stone of Retaliation crossbow bolts!"
"Yes!"
After the priest left in a hurry, she sat on the ground with weak legs. Her fingers trembled slightly and she could not summon any strength.
Damn it, what kind of weapon is this?
Her ability could be said to be both offensive and defensive, especially in defense. It was regarded as the strongest shield among the Pure Witches. This magic light could block any attack, be it swords or crossbow bolts, but it was impossible to pass through the barrier formed by it.
In order to strengthen her ability, she always kept her magic light activated. After more than ten years, the magic power that her body could hold had become very large. Even if an ordinary crossbow shot hundreds of arrows, it would not be of any use. She would never run out of magic power to defend against flying arrows.
However, her opponent's instantaneous attack had drained all of her mana. Now, she could not even maintain her ability, and her body felt extremely exhausted. This feeling of weakness and powerlessness had not appeared for many years.
The Saint thought bitterly, "I must catch this fallen one, dead or alive."
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