I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

Damn, never mind.

Claire punched through the rune with her iron fist.

Before the half-step old saint could struggle, his body suddenly stiffened, and a dark golden fist pierced through his chest. Blood adhered to the dark golden arm and kept dripping.

After beating the old saint to death, he flew forward and delivered a fierce "wind and thunder strike" to the back of the national sword saint. Unfortunately, the sword saint seemed to have eyes on his back and predicted Claire's attack in advance, turning around and slashing at him.

She was so frightened that she quickly dodged and ran to the side of Harlan Sword Paladin.

The knight was tall and muscular, with slightly curly dark brown hair tied back at the back of his head. He had a neatly trimmed beard on his chin, which added a touch of mature charm to him, but now he looked a little weathered.

"You are so brave, girl. You are the one with the spirit, right? How dare you touch the tiger's beard?"

"Haha. He's nothing special."

Claire raised her middle finger to the Sword Saint, and Knight Harlan immediately looked at her with admiration. "Hey, my name is Serian. I'm the leader of the Knights of Harlan and the chief of the Four Holy Knights."

"Haha, I know. I also know the Bow Paladin—Alaid. But why don't I see him?"

"He's on another mission."

The two of them chatted back and forth, oblivious to the people around them.

But the Sword Saint of the Nation wasn't angry. What had he just seen? The girl had broken the protective array he had set up with his divine runes with just one punch.

And there is no hindrance at all.

No, it can even be said that it is as easy as a kitchen knife cutting into tofu.

What does this mean? He looked down at the "Final Sword" in his hand, thoughtful.

"Witch...huh?"

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't suppress it, and finally he even laughed out loud.

"Ha, haha, I didn't expect to see the legendary species."

"Are you crazy?"

Claire stopped talking to Cerrian and looked at the Sword Saint who was laughing with his hands covering his face.

"Do you know what this sword is made of?" The Sword Master gently wiped the blade with his hand as if he was caressing his lover.

"What?" Claire frowned.

She did feel a familiar aura on the sword.

"This sword... the reason it has a special attack against magicians... is because it's forged from the spine of a witch."

"I see. I've heard the secret a long time ago that the Last Sword was forged from the spine of a witch who was imprisoned deep underground tens of thousands of years ago." Celian stroked his beard, his expression a little solemn.

He didn't notice that Claire's face had already turned ashen.

Panic, as if a secret was exposed, terrified.

Then there was Fury, a sword made from the bones of a fellow witch.

The Sword Saint saw her expression clearly, and he understood: She knew her identity. What did this mean? Did the witch have her own heritage that allowed her to know who she was?

Or does she have a "partner"?

If we use more witches' bones to make weapons, why worry about injustice in the world?

He didn't say anything, witch, but baby, can't be exposed to Harun.

"I've heard that a witch's body is close to the laws, inherently conforming to the operation of the 'Tao,'" Celian analyzed. "So, in that case, this sword can ignore the personal laws of the powerful?"

"Humph, what do you mean by special attack against magicians? I think this sword can also be used against the strong men of your Holy Church?" Celian laughed.

"Yes, that's right. What do you think? Claire." The Sword Saint pronounced Claire's name word by word.

It gave her chills.

It was easy to understand what he meant. She was afraid that she would have trouble finding peace even in Harlan.

Celian was baffled and looked at the two of them in confusion. In the end, he just thought that the sword master was mocking Claire for overestimating her own abilities.

Then he patted his head and said, "Oh, this is difficult. I am also a magic knight. If the law is useless, I am afraid I can't withstand a few sword blows... What should I do? Retreat?"

Looking at the two sides fighting each other below, Celian was in a dilemma.

For a knight, fleeing without fighting is a shame.

war!

Celian's sword, named "Glorious Blade", is a legendary divine weapon with a slender and sharp blade and a hilt inlaid with dazzling gems.

The armor shone with silver light, and the coat of arms of the Principality of Harlan was engraved on it.

"Weapons can't defeat me. I'll fight you with swordsmanship!"

"Little guy, help me raid the formation!"

This tough guy on the battlefield has already regarded Claire as his comrade.

Claire was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted.

If it’s exposed, then let it be exposed.

Anyway, it's just a fight to the death.

"If I beat you to death, no one will know!" Claire yelled.

"Star Attraction Technique—Star Healing Technique!"

This is a healing technique that mobilizes the power of the stars and resonates with the vitality within the human body to achieve a rapid recovery effect. It can also stimulate the body's potential and provide a strengthening effect for a certain period of time.

Soft starlight fell from the sky, slowly flowing into Celian's body and merging with his vitality.

"What a secret technique!" Celian's eyes lit up. The wounds he had just received in the battle began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. The damaged skin was quickly repaired, and even the broken parts of the armor on his body were reconnected.

No, it’s not repairing, but using energy to “sew” the broken parts together, but this is enough.

Then came——the meteorite and blazing sun explosion!!!

Stars fell from the sky, and countless strange visions appeared around Claire. At this time, those giant star shadows were no longer simple stars, they were more like a series of scorching suns.

These blazing suns intersected and collided in the air, releasing devastating energy. Each collision triggered a violent tremor that shook the entire battlefield. Those affected by the impact seemed dwarfed and powerless before this terrifying energy.

"fall!"

When all the giant shadows of the stars converged at one point, the nine stars merged into one and merged into Claire's fist, shining with the aurora, ready to take off.

The Sword Saint of the Nation had a solemn expression on his face. Neither of them was easy to deal with.

The former is a great swordsman of the same level as him, and the latter is a witch who ignores the suppression of the rules and is a legendary race.

The light of the Last Sword surged and twisted, like the moan and curse of a witch.

The dim purple light flickered, appearing so inconsistent in contrast to the sword master emitting holy light.

boom--

A fierce sword wind suddenly spread out at this moment. With the help of the Great Sword Saint's swordsmanship to block it, Claire's pressure was immediately greatly reduced.

"Haha. Senior Sai, now you are the one who is raiding for me!"