Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

"I won't let them near the magic circle."

"Thank you very much. I'll go down and take a look at the situation now."

"Then I'll leave it to you," Renee took a deep breath and said solemnly, "May the goddess bless you."

The two of them acted separately. Renee quickly left with Sophia's discovery, while Sophia went to the underground magic circle alone. But to her surprise, not long after she arrived deep in the underground magic circle, she noticed the arrival of another person - it was Tricia who came here because she sensed the movement of the earth veins.

"Who?"

Tricia also saw Sophia and seemed surprised that Sophia was underground. She used magic to observe the surrounding situation while looking at Sophia.

"It's me, we've met once, Mrs. Trawins—I've always been with Elsa."

Of course, Sophia didn't know Tricia. She could only tell by the voice that it was the woman next to Elsa - her magical perception was not as good as Tricia's, and she could not provide the convenient means of magical vision.

"Oh it's you……"

Sophia relaxed a little, but even so, she remained vigilant.

She stopped, vaguely blocking Tricia's way, and looked at Tricia cautiously: "Did Miss Aisha ask you to come here?"

"I'm here to repair the magic circle here."

"Repair the magic circle?" Sophia shook her head. "Don't make any futile attempts. The magic circle here has been corroded by the Abyssal Runes. It's more dangerous than you think. You'd better not touch it. Once the magic circle is triggered, this place will be engulfed by the explosion of magic essence, and none of us will survive."

Tricia just smiled.

"As I recall, you are the Witch of White Frost, right?"

Sophia was slightly surprised when her identity was directly revealed, and then she became more alert.

Tricia ignored Sophia's rising hostility and continued, "I'm certainly not as skilled as you in Abyssal Magic, but these magic circles beneath your feet were all written by me personally. I'm the master of this place, and there's nothing I can't touch."

As she spoke, Tricia raised her hand and snapped her fingers. At that moment, Sophia felt that her connection with the Abyss Rune had changed. At the same time, the surge of magic power from the magic circle also subsided at this moment - it was obvious that the operation of the magic circle had been cut off.

Sophia was stunned, her heart skipped a beat, and then she took a step back belatedly.

"You...are the Sage?"

Tricia didn't confirm or deny it, but simply said, "If you're the one who's going to deal with these Abyssal Runes, then that's perfect. I need a helper. I know very little about Abyssal Magic, but the threat these runes pose can't be ignored. You're the only one who can do this. How about we work together? I'll maintain the stability of the magic circle, and you'll usurp and rewrite the Abyssal Magic.

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281. Offense and Defense Reversal (4K5)

The sun is shining brightly in the sky, but today the city of Dammas has lost its former prosperity and instead revealed its sharp fangs.

Battles broke out in various parts of the city, and a large number of people were captured. Most of them were merchants and adventurers who had dealings with magic puppets, but some were lurking puppets, and they were killed one after another by the knight squad.

While all these arrest operations were progressing rapidly, the real smoke of war was ignited deep in West Street - more than 20 missing puppets engaged in fierce street fighting with the soldiers led by Hannah, knights, and support forces of the Magician Corps and the Church.

At this moment, in the deep alley where the sunlight could not reach, Filia and Vivian cooperated with each other, and their magic and arrows accurately pierced the puppet's body. The puppet fell to the ground in pain. He stared at Filia and Vivian fiercely, but did not want to fight. He turned around and broke through the low wall on the side and quickly escaped, leaving behind the magic of manipulating stones and soil to collapse and block the way.

Because the puppet remembers the order from its master - to delay time.

Filia narrowed her eyes slightly when she saw the puppet running away.

"Let's catch up!"

She jumped lightly and stepped onto the roof.

At the same time, Vivian chanted quickly, and a cute water-colored bird flew over her head, quickly climbing to a higher altitude, and soon came into the air, targeting the escaping puppet.

"He ran this way."

Vivian's eyes glowed with a faint aqua light, pointing the way for Filia.

Acting together with Vivian and Filia were the church priest Marvin and the church nun Mary. Mary shook her palms, and the bricks and soil were shattered with a bang, clearing the way.

"Let me take the lead!"

Mary took the lead, followed closely by Marvin and Vivian.

The four of them formed an efficient team cooperation with Mary as the vanguard, Marvin as the priest, Vivian and Filia as the main attackers.

"I saw him."

Filia's eyes flashed, she drew her bow and arrow, aiming at the puppet in front of her that was fleeing in panic.

The magic-infused arrow shot out, but just as it was about to hit the target, a flash of sword light split the arrow in two. The magic went out before it could even detonate, and the figure holding the blade stared deeply at Filia from a distance of fifty steps.

Filia's expression remained unchanged. This time she pulled out two arrows from her quiver.

"You are a bunch of troublemakers. I won't let you get in the way of the master!"

The puppet threw a deep purple magic ball straight at Filia as if in protest. Filia had no choice but to retract the arrow and jump off the roof to avoid it. When she shot the bow again from the corner of the intersection, the two puppets had already continued to run forward and disappeared at the other end of the street.

"I've found a new target, a magician - I'm going after him."

"Filia, don't get too close!"

Mary reminded.

"Don't worry, I have a measure."

Filia is used to acting alone, and she really doesn't need help from her teammates unless it's a dangerous place like the underground palace.

Just as she was about to catch up, Filia felt a dazzling white light rising from above her head.

The next second, a holy light curtain, covering the sky and even blotting out the sun, centered somewhere in the sky, spread out like ripples in the sky above West Street, instantly engulfing the azure sky and seeming to set the entire city on fire. The originally noisy sounds of battle disappeared at that moment - bathed in that holy light, everyone felt physically and mentally relaxed, all fatigue swept away. Some people who were injured in the battle also recovered in this instant.

But the difference was that the huge life force in the pure light did not flow into the puppet's body. The escaping puppet looked up with a serious expression.

"That guy took action."

He said, and the injured puppet beside him snorted coldly: "Hmph, what's the use? We have all been dispersed as much as possible. We are indeed no match for her, but as long as we can buy enough time, it will be fine."

But just as he finished speaking, a sharp sound of breaking air came from the sky, and a beam of lightning as thick as a bucket pierced through the holy light curtain and struck straight towards where they were.

Before they could react, they were swallowed by the lightning.

Bang.

The explosion of the thunderstorm shook the air of the entire block. Filia only saw a flash before her eyes, and then dozens of similar lightning bolts shot towards her - in the blink of an eye, there was nothing left where the puppet had been.

Filia looked up and saw a holy halo as hot as the sun suspended high above the city, madly spreading its enormous life-healing power to the entire city.

Occasionally, a thunderstorm would descend somewhere within sight.

Sometimes a dazzling green light would streak across the sky and point to somewhere in the distance.

Marvin stopped walking with his staff, took a breath, wiped the sweat off his face, looked up at the sky, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Sister Faris is still so direct..."

He took off his dusty glasses and wiped them.

"Oh no, it should be 'Saint Mother Faris' now."

“That’s just her style.”

Mary also laughed dryly with a complicated expression - the four of them, a gold medal adventurer, a combat nun, a quasi-saint nun, and a high-ranking priest of the church, had been chasing the puppet for a long time without being able to deal with it, but it was wiped out so easily that not even a ash was left. This made Mary feel as if she had returned to the day when she and Elsa first carried out the underground palace mission.

The feeling of helplessness I felt at that time came back again.

Vivian stood aside, saying nothing. She just stared at a certain place in the sky with her bright eyes. She felt that Elsa should be there.

Having been with Elsa for so long, she almost knew that the dense thunderstorm just now must have been Elsa's work. No one else could cast magic continuously in such an almost impossible way. Moreover, the green beam of light was also emitted by Elsa - Elsa once said that the copper coins were this color when they were thrown out.

……

At this time, Elsa was standing in the air above West Street, holding the white staff she received from Pittman in her hand, maintaining the forbidden spell of holy light, and holding the other hand flat in front of her body, and lightning quickly gathered in her hand.

Elsa stared indifferently at the fortress below her feet. From West Street to the distant eastern city, every street and alley, wherever the light reached, her eyes would not miss any corner.

For those who are close, use magic to wipe them out. Precisely cast magic can avoid affecting others.

For those farther away, she could only use a few copper coins to make a ball and send it out as a cannonball - at this time, Elsa would usually be a little more careful. To kill the puppet with one blow, she needed both power and accuracy. Elsa had to be careful to avoid the copper coin cannonballs hurting other people.

At the same time, where Elsa couldn't see, battles were also taking place behind and inside the buildings.

"I'll go from the front, you go from the side!"

Buck and Fred were leading the support of the church knights in a confrontation with several undead puppets in a narrow corridor. The undead puppets were fearless and extremely crazy when attacking, which made the powerful church knights somewhat restrained. They could only rely on Fred's magic to interfere and seize the opportunity to attack, but even so, two church knights were injured.

"Let me do it, these guys are tough."

Buck used his exquisite swordsmanship to pick off the puppet's weapons, and a knight chased it swiftly and pierced the puppet's chest.

"Successful!"

But just as the knight succeeded in his attack and was about to twist the sword to cut the puppet's spine, the puppet twisted the sword in an inhuman way. The puppet grabbed his arm tightly, and the bone spurs were like knives, leaving a shocking bloody gash on the knight's arm in an instant.

"You knights are nothing special. You won't be so proud for long. Hahahaha..."

The puppet laughed loudly, and the priests hurried to treat the injured knight. At this time, the huge vitality brought by the Holy Light Forbidden Spell suddenly descended.

Under the forbidden spell of holy light, the knight's injuries recovered quickly in a breath. Buck and Fred, as well as the knights and priests, were all stunned, and the puppet was also stunned.

"This is..." Fred's face showed a hint of surprise. He looked at Buck, "Buck, Sister Faris has taken action!"

"Yeah, she did."

Buck looked at the puppets who were previously complacent, his eyes turned cold, and he held the knight sword in both hands, holding it across his cheek. The bloody blade showed the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Poor puppets, can you still laugh now?"

All those who were injured have recovered.

The tension and fatigue brought by the battle were all swept away.

Everyone on the Church Knights' side has returned to their best fighting condition. On the other hand, those puppets are undead beings, relying on the withered soul energy to exist in the world. That huge vitality will not be absorbed by them at all, let alone recover their injuries.

"Everyone, grab your weapons—attack!"

Buck roared, and all the knights rushed forward. Buck took the lead and rushed to the front, stabbing the puppet's chest and spine with a sword. The puppet also looked cold and slashed Buck's abdomen with a sword. Buck did not resist at all. The puppet's fighting style was to exchange injuries for injuries.

But to the puppet's surprise, Buck had almost no intention of resisting. He just slightly turned to a fatal angle and sent the blade in his hand straight into the puppet's body.

Buck used his exquisite swordsmanship to inflict greater damage to the puppet, and he himself was only slightly injured - and in the next moment, the holy light floating in the air gathered towards Buck, and the injuries on his body quickly recovered.

The puppet was stunned. This was clearly his specialty, a fighting style of exchanging injuries for injuries, but now he was at a disadvantage.

Buck raised the corner of his mouth wickedly.

"So this is what it feels like to wield a sword without restraint... Honestly, it's pretty good. However, it seems like you haven't recovered as quickly as I have. What happened? Why did you give up? Is this the end? Well, don't die too soon. A wooden stake as strong as you is rare."

The puppet heard Buck's mockery and said angrily, "You..."

"Come on!"

The roar of the knights drowned out his voice.

The clanging sounds of metal colliding and the dull sounds of flesh piercing became the main themes of the battle. The battle quickly became intense from the mutual probing of both sides. Like Buck, the other church knights almost unanimously adopted a similar fighting style. As elite swordsmen, they had excellent swordsmanship and completely gained the upper hand in the battle where they were not afraid of exchanging injuries.

At this moment, the offense and defense were reversed - because of the existence of the Holy Light Forbidden Spell, the knights at this time were not afraid of being injured like the puppets. They were even more ferocious than the puppets. The puppets were stunned and retreated step by step. Before today, they had never thought that they would one day be suppressed by a madman who was not afraid of being injured.

"No! Retreat!"

One of the puppets shouted loudly and ran to the other side of the corridor.

"We just need to buy time, so..."

The front of the corridor had already collapsed. He saw the light outside from the collapsed wall. He shouted and took that step forward.

Then, a green light suddenly appeared from the distant sky, and bang—he fell straight to the ground while maintaining the posture of running forward. His head had disappeared, leaving only half of his neck that was burnt.

High in the sky, Elsa watched the scene quietly, her face expressionless.

Somewhere underground, a man was watching this scene through a magic water mirror, with blood coming out of the corners of his mouth from biting his teeth.

"How can she be so powerful... How could she possibly maintain the Holy Light Forbidden Spell this long... How is it possible!?"

The man angrily pulled out his black hair, and the strands of black hair turned gray the next moment they were pulled out, and when they fell to the ground, they had become withered white hair.

He turned around and saw that the puppet was no longer in the empty dark corridor.

He sent all the puppets out to carry out their missions.

However, no matter whether it was delaying time, diverting attention, destroying the magic circle, or attracting the black dead branches, all these methods were ineffective.

The man laughed miserably.

"Did it fail at the last moment?..."