Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

"Is this... a forbidden spell? A forbidden spell of frost!?"

Sophia was stunned.

She herself is a witch, an extraordinary wizard, and she specializes in frost magic, so no one knows better than her what is happening in the sky.

A forbidden frost spell was gathering at an incredible speed—it was a forbidden spell, and the density of the magical energy was appalling. In Sophia's "eyes," the energy was so dense that it was impossible to see through it, as if a dark hole had appeared in the middle of a blazing fire.

Sophia had never seen anyone activate a forbidden spell at this speed.

The next moment, the heat was replaced by frost. A solid white beam of light composed of endless frost shot out straight from the "sun" and hit the puppet magicians accurately. In just a moment, transparent ice crystals accumulated to the height of a hill, freezing all the magicians inside like a thick cocoon.

In the center of the "Sun", Elsa stood in mid-air, holding in her left and right hands a pure white shepherd's staff engraved with forbidden spells obtained from Bishop Pittman and an ice staff obtained from Sylphrea Morton. The two forbidden spells just now were a forbidden-level healing spell of holy light magic, which rescued the injured magicians, and the other was a higher-level ice magic compressed with forbidden-level energy, which captured those magic puppets.

Her gaze fell between Vivian and Sofia, and her eyes gradually became cold - it was the first time that Elsa saw Vivian show such a panicked and scared expression.

Even at this distance, the tears in Vivian's eyes were clearly engraved deep in Elsa's eyes, causing her heart to tighten.

Elsa pursed her lips and did not fall down in a hurry. She focused her gaze and radiated her vision towards the entire fortress area. At this moment, within the range of her sight, even an ant or a speck of dust in the fortress fell into Elsa's eyes. As long as the holy light could directly illuminate a place, it would not escape Elsa's eyes.

But... I didn't see anyone who looked suspicious.

Elsa's eyes gradually became sharper, but it was useless to feel unhappy now. She turned her eyes to the magician's base destroyed by the explosion. An iceberg stood in the middle, freezing the magician puppets, and the surviving magicians gradually began to gather. Not far away, people sent from the Knights and the Lord's Mansion had already rushed over.

Elsa slowly fell down.

But at this moment, Elsa stopped, slowly turned around and looked at the distant fields outside the fortress.

A gray-haired woman in a gray robe appeared in Elsa's sight, with a gray deer beside her. At this moment, the gray-haired woman was looking towards the fortress with an inexplicable look of horror in her eyes.

Elsa narrowed her eyes slightly.

"The Witch of Ashes?"

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224. Could it be some serious hidden illness? (4K3)

Grace's idea was quite simple—use her hypnotic control to get the two bodies back to Dammas. This would undoubtedly cause some trouble within the Dammas fortress. Grace reasonably suspected that after all the events that had occurred within the fortress, the people would be in a state of panic. So, wouldn't they be startled by the sudden appearance of these undead puppets, lurking within the magician corps at any given moment?

There were two clues on the corpse. One was the obvious necromancy, pointing to the necromancer behind the undead puppet.

The other was the breath of abyssal magic, directed towards Grace.

Grace will not enter the city now, so no matter how the people in the Lord's Mansion investigate, they will not be able to find out about her. Instead, something must have happened within the Magician Corps.

The more the better. Grace just wanted to cause a commotion within Dammas. She was waiting for the few people under her hypnosis to pass on the latest news.

Grace wants to go into the city, and this may only be possible if the city becomes chaotic. Otherwise, judging from the current situation, she won't even have a chance to sneak into the city, let alone find Vivian and take her away.

Of course, this approach is not completely risk-free. She is not clear about the situation in the church and the lord's mansion. She doesn't know who the caster behind the two undead puppets is and what his purpose is. Grace doesn't know all this information. The consequences of rash actions are difficult to control. But in short, no matter how all these things will develop, it is difficult to have anything to do with Grace. Even if war breaks out in Dammas City tomorrow, Grace is too lazy to take a second look.

What did it matter to her what happened to those guys in the fortress? As long as she didn't go in, she wouldn't be affected. This field was so big, as long as Grace didn't run into them, how could she be targeted? That would be too funny.

She only cared about information about Vivian.

In fact, she should have thought more carefully before doing this, but she didn't have enough time to dawdle. Sophia's attitude was very firm. Grace knew this former friend - Sophia was the kind of person who looked easy to talk to and gentle, but was actually very old-fashioned and stubborn.

So Grace had to find a way to take Vivian away as soon as possible, otherwise she would have to return empty-handed, and Grace didn't want to do that at all.

"I hope it helps. All I can do now is wait and see. I hope those timid magicians can surprise me..."

Grace sat somewhere in the wilderness, her arms resting on her knees, her chin propped up, staring boredly in the direction of Fort Dammas, a blade of grass in her mouth. At this moment, she looked like an idle shepherd, and in fact, she was not much different, except that she had no sheep.

In other words, she was waiting for the "sheep" to run out of the sheepfold.

"I just wonder if that necromancer will be furious. Oh, if only I could see his expression right now. I love seeing people angry and helpless the most."

Grace raised a gloating smile at the corner of her mouth, and the grass leaves in her mouth swayed in the wind.

She looked in the direction of the fortress and shook her head.

"Hmph... Necromancers?... I really don't understand. These guys are clearly enjoying an enviable and comfortable life, yet they only know how to stab their own people. Humanity's greed, arrogance, and selfish nature are truly filthy and ugly... Only witches know how to never betray or deceive. Why, then, doesn't this world belong to witches?"

Thinking of this, Grace couldn't help but sigh, and her gaze became distant at this moment. Her gray eyes seemed to be looking at the distant horizon, and seemed to be looking at somewhere that didn't exist in front of her.

"Witch... huh... I wish everyone was still here... I'm sure they'd help me persuade Sophia... Sophia's such a gentle person, she definitely wouldn't reject everyone's advice..."

Every time at this time, Grace missed the witches who had passed away long ago.

At this moment, a gleam of light suddenly flashed in Grace's eyes - just a moment ago, she saw a burst of light suddenly rise near the castle at the top of the fortress, and then the defensive barrier above the fortress was suddenly lit up for a moment.

Grace's eyes widened immediately. She quickly stood up, holding up her hood with both hands to block out the sunlight, making her vision a little clearer. She stood up straight, the grass between her lips stopped shaking, and her eyes stared straight in the direction of the fortress.

The gray deer nearby seemed to have sensed the owner's fleeting excitement and stretched its neck to look around.

Unfortunately, the distance from here to the fortress was too far, and Grace could not see anything clearly. She was not proficient in the vision-enhancing magic used by archers, and could only use magic to obtain vision slightly better than that of ordinary people, but this was completely unable to enable her to see clearly what was happening inside the fortress.

But it doesn't matter. After all, the fortress's barriers have been triggered, which is obviously not a small matter. This makes Grace's guess come true.

"Sure enough, this went even smoother than I imagined. Looks like I've helped the Lord catch a big fish—haha. As a thank you, please take this opportunity to let me into the city."

Grace raised a smile and muttered to herself.

Without looking back, she put her finger to her lips and whistled, calling her gray deer.

"Let's get closer."

As she spoke, the gray deer seemed to understand and came to her side. Grace did not rush to climb onto the gray deer's back, but continued to observe the direction of the fortress with a smile on her lips.

However, as a bright light like the sun rose in the sky above the fortress, the expression on Grace's face froze.

Grass leaves fell from the corners of Grace's mouth. The corners of her mouth gradually tightened, her brows furrowed, and her eyes showed an inexplicable look of horror.

"What the hell... is... this?"

Grace was a little dazed.

A so-called witch's understanding and perception of magic is more acute than that of ordinary people, let alone a user of Abyssal Magic, which has a certain counter-reaction relationship with Holy Light. At that moment, Grace almost thought she was about to melt.

"Are you kidding me? Holy Light Forbidden Spell? — Is it the bishop of the church?"

The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Every bishop of the cardinal diocese was a holy light magician of extraordinary level. This was not incredible. Grace and Sophia were also extraordinary magicians, and forbidden spells were not unfamiliar to her. But the problem was that it was precisely because Grace herself was also an extraordinary magician that she understood more deeply how terrifying a forbidden spell that could cover such a large area as the entire fortress was.

That is no longer something that can be described as extraordinary. In front of two armies, this forbidden spell can directly rewrite the situation of the battle. It is a strategic-level means.

However, before Grace could recover from her surprise, suddenly, something in the sky from the direction of Dammas Fortress approached Grace.

At first, Grace didn't notice the existence of that thing, but in a very short time, the thing enlarged in Grace's field of vision - and approached at an alarming speed, and Grace's eyes were naturally attracted to it.

At first, it was just a small white dot that was easily overlooked, then there was a misty cone, and a small black dot that was faintly visible in the middle. Even Grace couldn't tell what it was for a moment. This lasted only about two seconds, and it was silent from beginning to end. The sun in the sky was still bright, the wind was clear, and the clouds were light. The field was quiet and comfortable. Then another two seconds passed, and Grace finally completed a natural breath, and then the thing suddenly stabbed straight down towards where Grace was.

Only now did Grace realize that something was wrong, because the thing was coming towards her very clearly and directly.

"Flash!"

This thought had just emerged from the bottom of her heart, and Grace didn't even have room to turn around before the thing fell not far in front of Grace - Grace then saw clearly that it was a figure, a blonde nun. In Grace's perception, the girl's body was surging with unfathomable huge energy. The moment she landed, countless thick ice surfaces condensed and piled up under the girl's feet, but then there was a loud bang, or rather, two consecutive explosions and endless roars almost instantly ruptured her eardrums.

The terrifying magic storm hit her like a huge wave. At this moment, the power of the abyss in her body seemed to wither and be washed away completely.

With the nun as the center, the grass and soil within a radius of more than ten meters were lifted up like waves. Grace was so frightened that she almost forgot to use magic to resist the shock wave. If she had not been at a distance, she would have been blown away by the hurricane.

The gray deer screamed, but like Grace, it had no intention of escaping and actually squatted down on the spot.

"is it you?"

The nun's voice was as clear and melodious as a silver bell, as clean and refreshing as a mountain stream. It was much more beautiful than her hoarse voice. Grace dreamed of having such a good voice.

But Grace didn't have the time to think about these things at the moment.

She was still in a daze. Grace was a little confused and didn't understand the situation. Her head was dizzy, as if she was seasick and she couldn't recover from the violent shock wave for a while.

"--ah?"

"You are the Witch of Ashes, right?"

Aisha stared at Grace indifferently, asked in a heavy voice, and took slow steps.

Grace stared blankly at the girl walking towards her. She saw that Elsa's golden pupils were filled with a cold light, as if she was very angry, but also as if she had no expression. In the depths of her eyes, a bright cross-shaped light faintly emerged.

The light of the cross bloomed.

Grace didn't know why, but she felt as if her whole body was clamped by something. She wanted to escape, but she couldn't move no matter what. The blood in her body seemed to flow backwards, causing her whole body to swell and ache. Her heart hurt so much that it was about to explode. Her whole body was trembling and out of control, and she couldn't feel a trace of magic or abyss energy.

Not to mention taking action, even thinking became murky.

At the same time, the whistling wind was moving away from her, and the smell, temperature, light, everything seemed to be slowly disappearing.

She was forced to stare at the nun as she approached.

At this moment, she was in a nightmare, a nightmare in which she knew that something horrible was slowly approaching her, but she could not hear, speak, see, or move. This feeling was infinitely magnified as Elsa got closer step by step.

"Speak, answer me."

"I am me……"

Grace struggled to squeeze out a sticky sound from her throat. Only then did she realize that she couldn't even breathe or swallow.

I'm afraid her heart can't beat anymore, so her chest hurts so much.

Grace was terrified, her whole body soaked in sweat, but her expression could not change.

impossible……

I’m going to die…just like that…?

Elsa stopped three steps in front of Grace. At this distance, the mountain-like oppression made Grace feel as if all the pain in her body was about to burst out. She didn't even have the time to observe Elsa. She stared at the girl's eyes motionlessly, afraid that she would be killed if she looked away for a second.

"Let me ask you, are those undead puppets..."

Halfway through the question, Aisha lowered her eyes slightly.

"Never mind, it's definitely not you."

After all, according to Sophia, Grace is just a lone witch, and she should have come here from the North not long ago. How could she have the motive and time to make such a huge arrangement within the magician group in advance?

You know, if you want to place so many undead puppets within the strictly scrutinized magician group, it is not something that can be done by simply picking out a necromancer and giving him time.

Sufficient time, extraordinary strength, prominent status, and careful planning, these four are indispensable.

The Witch of Ashes obviously did not fit this requirement, so those undead puppets should not be the work of the Witch of Ashes. To be honest, even Elsa herself was a little surprised, because she had just seen Vivian sad, so she was a little excited, as if everyone she saw was suspicious.

It's been a long time since I felt angry because the person I love was hurt.

There was nothing she could do about it. After all, it was someone she liked, so she cared about him a lot. But even so, Elsa had not actually lost her ability to think and discern. But it was also true that she had lost her composure a little. Elsa did not like to lose her composure, so she quickly calmed herself down, and her eyes quickly became calm.

Grace saw that the cross in Elsa's eyes slowly faded away, and then she felt her whole body lighten. The moment she regained control of her body, her whole body seemed to be a spring that had been squeezed to the limit - and now the spring was released.

"So what are you doing here?"

Elsa had just opened her mouth to ask the question when she saw Grace spit out a mouthful of blood. Grace opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but her bloodshot eyes rolled back and she immediately lost consciousness. Her legs went limp in front of Elsa and she fell to the ground, motionless.

"...?"

Elsa frowned suspiciously, looking at Grace who fell at her feet. The ice curtain in front of her blocked the blood spurting out of Grace.

"what happened to you?"

no respond.

He actually fainted?

What's going on? Is he faking it? But that blood doesn't look fake.

——Is this true? For a witch, she's too fragile, isn't she? Is her body really that weak?

Could it be some serious hidden illness?

Elsa was speechless for a moment.

In fact, the person she wanted to find was the person behind those undead puppets, but there was not much she could see in Dammas. If someone was hiding, she would not be able to see him with her naked eyes.

That's why she turned her attention to the area outside the city and happened to see Grace.

But no matter what, Grace, the Witch of Ashes, was the person Sophia was looking for. Elsa picked her up and returned to the fortress.

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225. Are you awake? (6k)

Grace did indeed arrive at the Dammas Fortress as she wished.