I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

But Claire saw something more.

"Your breathing method is quite unique. It seems to be different from the practice of magic... It has its own system."

Entering the sacred realm, in harmony with the laws, and with the perfect combination of spirit and body, at this time not only the limbs and torso, but even the six senses have been greatly enhanced.

No wonder killing a Void Spirit is like butchering a dog.

At this moment, Claire's eyes flashed purple, which made Sheila feel uncomfortable and she quickly avoided her sight.

The rhythm of this breathing method is strange, sometimes heavy, sometimes weak, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and somewhat complicated.

Although it is invisible to the naked eye, as Xila occasionally breathes unconsciously, one can vaguely sense hidden energy in the air flowing in and out of her mouth and nose, and then mixing with magic power, making it difficult to distinguish.

Logically speaking, magic is just the most common basic energy in the world. Others include vitality and the power of the stars that Claire uses.

Simply amazing.

What is the origin of her breathing method?

What exactly are the origins of the Hengduan Mountains and the Death Zone? Could there be another complete path within them, different from the cultivation of magical power?

No wonder in ancient times, the gods were not as powerful as dogs, flying freely in the sky.

"You are not far from becoming a Void Spirit." Claire said to Sheila with emotion.

"Really?"

"Of course. Let's go."

"I will protect Arya," said Shila. She took off her armor and covered Arya with it.

The Saint has a very high status in the church. Even if two countries are at war, the Saint will only serve as logistics in the rear and will not go to the front line.

But the candidates for saints were an exception. Claire had just discovered that many candidates for saints had died in the aftermath of the battle.

Of course, some were transferred by the Knights.

The only knight Carthusian who knew Claire had been killed by her. Although he was a nice guy, this was a matter of life and death.

"If only I were stronger."

Claire muttered to herself.

If one strike can suppress a hundred strikes, and one punch can suppress ten thousand punches, why would one still feel so suffocated?

Just grab the woman and be done with it.

Various types of Holy Church troops, such as the Holy Light Guardians and Holy Word Apostles, have arrived from the underground passage outside.

Although they are not as fierce in combat as the Holy Knights, they are very persistent.

For example, the Holy Light Guard, equipped with a heavy shield and long sword blessed by holy light, becomes a sticky thing under the blessing of the saint.

"Mage, don't run!!"

A gruff voice echoed across the battlefield, a gunner shouting, "These bastards, armed with Holy Light Cannons, were unleashing powerful Holy Light energy beams in all directions, chasing the fleeing magician."

The latter casually threw out various flames, ice, and lightning to resist.

The sound of explosions was endless.

Claire's iron fist swept across the sky, opening and closing wildly. No one dared to approach, covering Xila's retreat.

The magician in front had broken through the west gate and was bombarding the city gate of the royal capital. The magic power and the power of holy light on the city wall collided with each other, and it could be heard clearly within a radius of a hundred miles.

They were killing and retreating, approaching the city gate.

"Look over there!"

Two top holy masters were still fighting fiercely nearby. One of them was holding a magic meteor hammer covered with wind magic and wielding it tightly.

He seemed to be the former leader of the magic society in the Kingdom of Carlisle, and now he has defected to Harun.

The other one is unclear, but he is definitely from the Holy Church. He is an old knight who keeps blocking with the holy spear in his hand.

A magician wanted to get past the two and fight for a way to survive, but the aftermath of the battle alone shattered his internal organs.

"Hurry! Kill them!"

"Magic spirit protect my true body!!"

Some people put on magic protective shields, while others put their swords against their chests and struggled to get through.

Xila's face turned pale. She knew her physical condition would make it difficult for her to survive the battlefield, and a feeling of powerlessness welled up in her heart.

"do not be afraid!"

Without a word, Claire bent down and quickly hugged Alya and Sheila, holding Sheila's waist firmly with one hand and gently holding Alya with the other.

Arya's body lost the restraint of gravity in an instant and was held tightly in Claire's arms.

"Hey--"

Arya blushed and her heart beat faster.

"Hold on tight!"

"Star Attraction Technique—Star Shield!"

Claire squatted down, her whole body like a fully drawn bow, and then she suddenly exerted force, like an arrow from a string, leaping into the air with the girl.

"ah--"

The instant acceleration caused the two girls to instinctively wrap their arms around Claire's neck.

Arya's cheek rested on Claire's shoulder. She saw the sunlight shining through the gaps in the clouds and onto her, and she was stunned for a moment.

This was a battlefield, yet at this moment, it felt like a matter of life and death.

Sheila wondered: Why had she been so determined to follow Claire? Because she saw something in Claire that was different from other women.

Although he is an elder, he now relies on her support.

When they flew into the air, the two saints were still fighting. The powerful saint from the church saw Claire out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Claire returned the look with murderous intent, wanting to take advantage of the time when the two were inseparable to kill the powerful man with a single punch.

But then she changed her mind. Now she had to protect Xila and evacuate. How could she fight in close combat with her fists?

Magic is still possible though.

"Lightning Bolt! Thunderclap!"

Now that her identity was exposed, Claire could use magic with confidence.

Several lightning magic spells hit the back of the strong man from the Holy Temple fiercely. This sacred-level magic, which carried personal laws, was like a heavy punch, causing the old strong man to stagger.

"Ah!! Youngster, how shameless you are!"

The leader of the magic society was overjoyed and disregarded martial ethics. He took advantage of the opportunity and used his magic hammer to hit the paladin so hard that he vomited blood.

He turned around and said loudly, "My name is Gareth, nicknamed Sky Breaker. Miss Magician with Fists, I will remember your kindness today. See you someday, Harun—"

Claire didn't even turn around. "Gareth, stop standing there like an idiot. Run!"

Gareth was surprised for a moment, then looked back and saw that the dense army of the Holy Church had gathered and formed a magic circle, sniping at the fleeing magician in the sky.

There are several powerful and sacred beings vaguely visible inside.

Gareth's ghost was about to burst out, and he stammered, "What's going on? I just tangled with this old ghost for a while, and now so many people are coming. Is this the entire army of the Holy Church? But aren't they on the battlefield?"

"Could someone have used a teleportation array? Such a big move! It's just a matter of stealing the Last Sword, isn't it?"