After leaving the world of all NPCs

"Metatron..."

Kamijou Kaori is one of the less than twenty saints in the world.

They are people who are similar to Jesus, the Son of God, and who have received the power of the Son of God.

On the magical side, it is equivalent to a "nuclear weapon".

As proof of their saintly status, they receive the "Stigmata" bestowed by God. Once the power of the "Stigmata" is released, they gain abilities beyond the human realm and can capture a city single-handedly.

It is precisely because of her similarity to the Son of God that Kamijou Kaori can sense the malice in this [power].

As if sensing something, the dragon head a thousand meters above the sky moved its pupils slightly.

His sight fell on Kamijou Kaori, who was as tiny as an ant in the courtyard.

No movement, no sound.

Just to be "looked at"!

Kamiya Kaoru's mind went blank in an instant.

Not dizziness, not coma.

It's "disappearance".

After more than ten years of hard training, the countless magical knowledge, combat skills, and the laws of technique construction that were engraved in her bones... were completely erased from her consciousness as if by an invisible eraser!

The Seven Days and Seven Swords are still in their sheaths, and the power of the saint is still surging in his body.

But how to use it?

How to connect?

How to cut out the "Weishan" that contains the teachings of Buddhism, God and Christianity?

do not know.

Blank.

Kamiya Kaoru was like a newborn baby who was suddenly thrown into a cruel battlefield. He held a peerless divine weapon in his hand, but he didn't even know how to lift it.

……

A building without windows.

Aleister hung upside down, and a screen unfolded, revealing a giant dragon resembling the Tower of Babel.

Although the height of one thousand meters only appeared for a moment and then disappeared, it was still captured.

"I see. Which angel specifically corresponds to this energy similar to Christianity? Or rather, which fallen angel?"

He seemed to be whispering.

But someone soon answered him.

The man said, "The mythological aspects overlap, creating a very confusing mess. This involves the evolution of mythology. There are simply too many mythological aspects concerning the origin of the dragon head."

Aleister said calmly, "So, there's still a lot to research. Let's continue."

He didn't know how long it would take, but he had to summon the gods and witness the existence of the "gods" with his own eyes.

Only then could Aleister determine his next step.

Is it a war with the gods?

Or destroy the magic on earth?

Perhaps both can be done.

……

Toot——

The busy tone from the telephone receiver was monotonous and harsh, like a cold needle piercing Stiyl Magnus's buzzing brain.

He leaned his back against the cold, rough wall and slowly slid down to sit on the ground. His stained priest robe dragged a messy trail on the rooftop floor.

The tattoo under his right eye seemed to have faded a bit.

He wiped his face vigorously, the smell of tar from the crushed and extinguished cigarette still lingering between his fingers.

The feeling of failure filled his chest like cold lead.

Almost relying on muscle memory, Steele dialed the encrypted line that went directly to the core of the British Puritan Church on the other side of the ocean.

After a brief pause, a female voice, with just the right amount of laziness and concern, rang out, instantly piercing the dejected atmosphere surrounding Stiyl. "Ah? Is it our reliable Stiyl-kun? From your voice, it seems you've been through a rather unpleasant adventure."

The owner of the voice was none other than the highest bishop of the English Puritan Church - Laura Stewart.

Stiyl's throat rolled, and he squeezed out a dry voice, explaining the whole story in detail.

"...This is the result, Supreme Bishop."

"That unknown magician, Ye Zuochen, who lurks in Academy City. He used an incomprehensible dragon-shaped magic to forcibly remove the Auto-Memories and the Collar from Index's body."

A sigh came from the other end of the phone, and Laura's voice was still soft: "Oh? What an unexpected method. And then? Our brave Kamiya-chan will definitely not sit idly by, right?"

"Yes, Kanzaki appeared." Stiyl's voice deepened. "She challenged Ye Zuochen to stop him from copying the 130,000 grimoires in Index's mind."

"But the dragon head summoned by Ye Zuochen... it... it just 'looked' at Shen Lie."

"Kanzhai, all her knowledge of magic was taken away in an instant! Everything is blank!"

There was silence on the phone for a few seconds.

"Oh my..." Laura's voice rang out again, with a hint of regret and a hint of amusement. "That was truly a heartbreaking experience. However, Stiyl-kun, Kanzaki-chan possesses the physique of a 'sage'. Even if he loses all his magic, with his superhuman physical abilities alone, he shouldn't be so easily defeated, right?"

Stiyl clenched his fists fiercely. "Supreme Bishop! We're also very unhappy about you infiltrating Index's magic! But we're not so unhappy that we'd deliberately slack off! That person's physical strength is immense, completely suppressing Kanzaki!"

"Is that so?" Laura's voice was tinged with a heavy feeling, as if she understood what she had been through. "I'm sorry for putting so much pressure on you, Stiyl-kun. You've been through so many terrible things... Do you need me to comfort you? I can sing you a soothing hymn, okay?"

The veins on Stiyl's forehead twitched as he resisted the urge to crush the communicator.

"Tsk! Anyway! Now that guy considers both Kanzaki Kaori and Index his 'trophies', they're being held captive in Academy City. I've been released here, and he seems to want me to ask you what you'll give them in exchange... Supreme Bishop, what are you planning to do?"

"Oh, this is really a headache," Laura said with a smile. "According to Stiyl-kun's description, this Mr. Ye Zuochen seems to be able to take away all the magical knowledge contained in the 'Forbidden Index' at any time."

"And the two safeguards we carefully laid out have both failed."

"What a big mistake."

Her eyes fell on a peculiarly shaped "dumbbell" beside her.

It was a two-section pure gold column, connected in the middle by a cylinder engraved with dense Latin symbols, like an exquisite combination lock.

It is the remote control spiritual outfit of the "Automatic Secretary".

As early as when the magic in Index's body was stripped away, she decisively activated the remote control spirit equipment, but it was obviously completely ineffective.

"But," Laura's voice became cheerful again, and the subtle "headache" seemed to be blown away by the sea breeze. "Things must be resolved. We can't let our nuns and saints wander around, right?"

"I'll give you an address, Stiyl-kun."

"Go there and find someone."

"He'll be happy to help you get Index back."

"...Okay." Stiyl really didn't have the energy to question the Supreme Bishop's endless "backup plans".

"That's all. Good luck, Stiyl-kun. Remember to keep in touch." Lola's voice was as sweet and concerned as ever, and then she hung up.

Beep...beep...beep...

The busy tone sounded again. In the dim light cast by the huge stained glass windows deep in the church, the place seemed particularly empty and lonely.

Inside the empty Gothic church, huge stained glass windows cut the twilight into colorful blocks of light, casting them on the cold and smooth stone ground.

Laura Stewart slowly stood up from the gorgeous chair that symbolized the highest authority.

The beige nun's uniform cast a soft glow in the dim light, making her eighteen-year-old girl's face even more crystal clear. Her sapphire-like eyes were crystal clear, like an angel walking out of an icon.

She raised her hand and gently touched the huge silver hairpin at the back of her head.

despair!

The long golden hair tied behind the head, which was 2.5 times as long as the body, suddenly lost its restraint!

In an instant, the incredibly thick golden hair seemed like a waterfall of light with life, or like a huge blanket suddenly spread out, with an astonishing sense of volume and weight, drooping down!

The hair flowed with an almost tangible golden glow, instantly covering the seat behind her and a large area of ​​the ground under her feet, and then meandered down to the cold stone steps, with an appalling length.

However, within this extremely holy golden light curtain, something strange suddenly occurred!

At the deepest part of the waterfall of golden hair, a demonic tattoo full of blasphemous meaning suddenly emerged like a living creature.

It is not a simple pattern, but more like a dimensional rift sealed beneath the skin.

The demon's face was twisted and terrifying, his eyes were like the abyss of burning green flames, his fangs were protruding, and a crazy and malicious smile was spread at the corners of his mouth.

The originally sacred golden long hair now seemed to have become the best background and foil for the devil's evil face.

Laura Stewart, the Supreme Bishop of the English Puritan Church, slowly turned around.

The innocence of a young girl and the elegant concern of a bishop on her face had been peeled off inch by inch, and in their place was a joyful smile that was a mixture of thousands of years of wisdom, endless mockery, and a dark abyss.

A smile bloomed on her exquisite face.

It's breathtakingly beautiful and terrifyingly evil.

"Leader of many demons, fallen angel who led many angels from heaven to transform into demons, I never thought you would come to this earth. I hope you will not prevent me from gaining freedom."

The smile on Laura's face deepened.

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The sun was high in the sky on July 24th, so bright that it was dazzling.

The scorching sun fell on the hospital's plain white exterior walls and the smooth ground of the square, causing the air to evaporate into faint, distorted waves.

The air was filled with the crisp scent of disinfectant, the burnt smell of the asphalt road, and the faint smell of car exhaust.

Ye Zuochen slowly walked out of the hospital. Although there were more outstanding doctors in the [NPC World], both Taoli and others trusted local doctors more.

But it's not a big problem.

Ye Zuochen also wanted to see the rumored "Soul Chaser of the Underworld".

So it doesn’t matter.

But today is the last checkup, thinking of this he glanced at Dolly.

Kamiya Kaoru, who was following behind him, had heavy and hesitant steps.

Her long, jet-black hair was tied up into a heroic ponytail hanging behind her head. The ends of her hair swayed slightly with her steps, like jumping black satin.

Her figure is upright and tall, and her undulating lines reveal a flexible and explosive figure.

It's just that the clothes he's wearing are weird.

Her left leg was tightly wrapped in an absolutely pure over-the-knee white stocking. The fabric was crisp and the lines were delicate and smooth, extending all the way to the middle of the thigh.

The right leg was completely different, with only a short black sock that just reached the lower end of the calf, leaving most of the white and beautifully shaped calf exposed to the scorching air.

There is a small black collar on the left shoulder, while the right shoulder is smooth.

The left cuff is tight, while the right is slightly loose.

This is an asymmetrical maid outfit.

Kamiya Kaoru felt as if the gazes from all directions were piercing her exposed skin and tight fabric like needles, making her feel uncomfortable all over.

Although most of the attention was on Ye Zuochen.

However, Kamijou Kaori just felt uncomfortable.

"Although I am now your 'captive'. But what is your purpose in dressing me up like this?"

"Prisoner?" Ye Zuochen asked softly, then shook his head, "Who said you were a prisoner?"

Kamiya Kaoru was stunned: "Then what am I?"

Ye Zuochen then stopped, slowly turned around and looked over, causing Shen Lie's heart to skip a beat.