I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

The ball of light drew a graceful arc in the air and flew towards the center of the cathedral with irreversible force.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and everyone's eyes were focused on the ball of light.

Then, with a deafening boom, a ball of light exploded in the center of the cathedral, releasing unparalleled magical power that instantly engulfed the entire church, reducing everything to nothingness.

Thus, the cathedral in the city of Roma, which had a history of thousands of years, turned into ashes at this moment.

Old Reverend Reed sat on the ground, tears welling up in his eyes, staring at the ruins, muttering like Xianglin Sao possessed, "It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it was the witch who made me do it."

Claire looked disdainful. "Man, I thought you were a tough guy, but it turns out you're just an old idiot."

"Here, this is the Holy Light Secret for you. From now on, you will be my military advisor. Don't play tricks. You destroyed the church. There is no turning back."

Reed's face was filled with grief and anger, and then he viciously took the secret technique into his arms.

Well, this scene made both Sheila and Raziel laugh.

Gazing at the blood-red sunset and the fluttering banners of the Knights Protector, Claire shook her head like a poet and sighed, "Now, I have my own team."

"Uh. Xiaoya, isn't this too conspicuous?"

Xila looked speechlessly at the knights whose faces were filled with excitement.

What good young people they are, but they followed an unscrupulous master.

There was a genius and frustrated Void Knight. The day after he obtained the secret of Holy Light, his thoughts suddenly became clear and he broke through to the sacred realm.

The gratitude in the Holy Knight's follower's eyes became even more intense.

This is easy to understand.

The city of Roma has always had a close relationship with Emperor Argon. Many of these knights grew up listening to mythological stories and naturally knew the legend of the Holy Light Secret Art.

The girl recognized by Emperor Argon is now here. Miss Argon has obtained the inheritance of Argon, which means that she is the orthodox of the Holy Church.

Well, this might be the real reason. Otherwise, Claire wasn't sure whether these stubborn people would surrender.

Never mind that some of the Paladins have already changed their minds.

Now this three-person team is complete, with the vanguard, the back row, a wide-area magician in the center, a dog-headed military advisor and a hundred guardian knights.

Even if the church sent a large army of knights to suppress it, there would be nothing to fear.

Things will be easy from now on.

Claire led a large army, marching out of the main gate of Roma City in a very high-profile manner.

Three "witches" rode on tall horses, holding the united flag of the magic society, leading some arrogant and some dejected knights, and announced to a group of ragged refugees outside the city:

"We are the witches! Come and compete with us if you are blind."

These words are not spoken to the refugees on the road, but to the spies and enemies who may be lurking in the dark.

Sheila, Claire, and Raziel galloped on their horses along the dusty path, with more than a hundred knights guarding Miss Arya.

"Um. Claire..."

Miss Arya tried several times to talk to Claire.

"Ugh."

Claire sighed.

He rode up to the carriage and saw several knights eavesdropping with their ears perked up. He shouted angrily, "Shut your ears!"

Uh, the unlucky knights who were scolded quickly blocked their ears with holy light.

Claire hesitated and said, "I didn't tell you before, but I actually met a very powerful magician near Forsyth City, and I took her as my teacher."

Arya gently held Claire's hand. "You must have suffered a lot. I saw the battle before. Claire is very powerful. Even the sword master who protects the country is no match for you."

Although the girl said this, Claire became more and more frightened the more she listened. Was it an illusion? She felt like she had something else in mind.

Claire then said dejectedly, "I'm sorry, Miss Arya. I kept it a secret from you. And I kidnapped you."

Arya shook her head. "My dream has always been to be with Claire. Saints and the like are meaningless to me. Claire is going to the Empire because she's worried about me, right?"

The girl's smile was like a goddess's. "Thank you for taking me away."

Claire was somewhat touched, but at the same time she blamed herself for being so unkind to let a girl say such things.

Xila waved the whip helplessly, her long red hair fluttering in the wind.

"Well, congratulations on the two of you reconciling. But Claire, what you just said to the refugees has probably attracted everyone with sharp ears."

"Raziel doesn't want to be caught again." Raziel said expressionlessly.

"Come to think of it, if we hadn't saved you just now, what would you have done? You wouldn't have had any plans, would you?"

Raziel, the gifted magician, her black robe fluttering in the wind as she rode on horseback. She gently stroked the Heavenly Sword Cross hanging from her waist and replied calmly,

"The artificial elves for my Night Sky Magic Book have been completed. If you weren't here, I would have them lead me out."

"Artificial elves? Have you succeeded in your research?"

Claire's curiosity grew.

"Well... thanks to the inspiration from the golem in the Argonne Tomb."

It turns out that in the dark depths of the Argonne Tombs, there is an ancient altar covered with mysterious runes and complex magic circles.

It seems to be sealing some terrifying existence.

Raziel said that there were sacred texts of ancient gods on it, and next to it were some golems, guarding there silently, and there were also runes on them.

It took her several days to finally decipher the runes.

It seems to be a magic circle that injects energy or soul into artificial elves.

All in all, perhaps it was Argon's blessing, or it was Arya's credit, her elf-making was successful.

"Because it's a newborn, its intelligence is not yet sufficient and it's a bit dull."

"I call these children Signor, Vita, Zafira, and Shamar."

After saying that, Raziel pointed at the magic book and said, "Come out, my guardian knight."

The light of the magic circle gradually appeared on the ground, and the Book of Night Sky hovered in the air, emitting a powerful force. The pages turned, and ancient spells echoed in the air, gradually forming four radiant figures.

The first to appear was Signor, wearing silver armor, with long purple hair fluttering in the wind, and the flaming sword in his hand flashing with a blazing light. He was the Knight of Swords and the strongest captain.

Then, Vita leaped out, wearing a red combat uniform and a red hat, her lively red hair swaying with her movements, and holding a huge, technologically advanced war hammer.

The third person to appear was Zafira. He took the form of a wolf, his deep blue fur gleaming in the moonlight. His eyes were as sharp as a falcon's, and his body was strong and agile. Zafira growled within the magic circle and then transformed into a human.

Finally, Shamar slowly emerged from the magic circle. Her figure was soft and graceful, her long golden hair shimmering like sunlight. She wore a white robe and held a magical ring called Nibelnun, radiating a healing light.

Well, it seems Miss Raziel doesn't need us anymore.

This is already a small team, with all the tanks, auxiliary healers and front-line personnel.

Look at this loli holding a huge hammer, wow.

Hmm? What's up with this dog? Does Miss Raziel really like loyal dogs?

The four knights stood in front of the Book of Night Sky, their expressions a little dazed.

"Well. They're not very flexible right now, but I've injected some life force into them. They'll become more and more humane in the future."

Claire looked at her with admiration. "You are truly worthy of me. It's truly amazing that you can bring such a complex magical project to life."

"Of course." Sheila beside her was also amazed. "My head hurts when I think about the complicated theories of you magicians."

"So your doll..."

"They're not puppets. Artificial elves aren't just cold fighting machines," Raziel corrected. "They possess a certain degree of independent consciousness."