Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

She paid no attention and headed in the opposite direction of Aisha.

The several large suns above her head exuded a scorching presence. The bright light stretched her shadow, swaying deep and shallow on the ice on both sides, sometimes retreating, sometimes running forward. Those "suns" illuminated the entire canyon like daylight. This road lasted for a while, and the scorching sunlight gradually dimmed - even the incredible forbidden spell had a limited duration.

But even so, it was already very astonishing. That was a forbidden spell, the proof of "supernormal". Grace had already been in the "supernormal" state. And because of this, the more she walked and climbed in this field, the more she understood the incredible power of the forbidden spell, the more she marveled at its mystery and power, and the more she understood what all this meant.

Even a sage of arcane magic could use so many forbidden spells in one breath? Grace couldn't help but think about this question.

She looked up at the setting sun, pursed her lips and sighed.

"This magic power is too unreasonable... Maybe this is just that guy's style."

Rough, direct, overbearing, and self-willed, although certainly useful, she doesn't act like a nun at all, and is truly inconsiderate – does this guy's magic power come for free? He's wasting it like this, yet he acts like nothing happened – is there really anyone who can cast dozens of forbidden spells in a single breath without even taking a breath?

Besides, what if, what if a powerful demon came to settle accounts with her at this time? Grace knew more or less what happened in Dammas. Now Elsa was definitely a thorn in the eyes of the remnants of the Demon King's army. Kill her as soon as possible.

Grace couldn't help but look back.

Of course, Grace was definitely not worried about Elsa's safety.

How could she possibly think about that nun?

She was just speaking from the perspective of a senior magician - a qualified magician should plan his power reasonably, which is basic common sense.

Indeed, Elsa is very powerful, but no matter how powerful a person is, he should not abuse his power so without restraint. This is an act of leaving no room for himself. This is too confident in his own strength. This is arrogance, and arrogance breeds crisis and brings destruction. Maybe once or twice, the goddess of luck will favor him and dispel the crisis, but in the long run, problems will eventually arise.

If something unexpected happens to Elsa, who should the witches wait for to save her?

She wasn't worried about Elsa, but about the witches like herself. Even Grace had to admit that she saw hope in Elsa and the possibility of realizing the witch society's long-cherished wish.

"cough--"

A short cough broke Grace's thoughts. She felt as if she was having difficulty breathing and subconsciously touched her throat.

"The air here seems a little thin. I didn't feel this way just now..."

Grace took a deep breath to calm the discomfort in her throat.

However, this feeling was nothing to Grace. She used to often need to take medicine to treat her throat because her throat was not in good condition. Even now her voice was still hoarse, but she no longer felt the stinging pain deep in her throat - that was where the "witch's mark" should be. Even if it was removed, it was still favored by the breath of the abyss.

Although Grace didn't want to mention it, she hadn't felt the breath of the abyss for a long time since that incident in the basement. "That nun" did have the power to dispel the abyss, that unreasonable power.

If Elsa had been there when the witches went berserk... wouldn't everything that happened later have happened? Wouldn't anyone have died?

The thought only flashed through her mind, and Grace shook her head to brush it off.

She is not a person who likes fantasy.

She would not have any unnecessary hope for something that was impossible to happen. When the witches were destroyed, Elsa's parents might not have been born yet. The fate of those witches was too short and would not have any intersection with this incredible holy nun.

For Grace now, Elsa's appearance is not for her to make up for her regrets, but to save other witches - just like Elsa did to her. No matter what, Grace must win Elsa's help. This is what she has been seeking all her life for the witches who are still not accepted in this world.

Grace shook her head again, withdrawing her thoughts. Everything around her was about to return to darkness. She casually cast a small magic spell, and a ball of blazing fire rose from Grace's palm, replacing the light that was about to dim and illuminating the narrow road.

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the other side.

Elsa discovered a strange phenomenon - the ice under her feet always broke. As soon as she stepped on it, the seemingly solid ice surface would immediately be covered with cracks. However, Kalima, who was following Elsa, never felt anything unusual under his feet.

At first, Elsa didn't pay attention to her feet, but the continuous teeth-grinding sounds were really hard to ignore, so Elsa soon realized that something was wrong - no matter how lightly Elsa lifted and put her feet down, the moment her feet touched the ice, the ice surface would crack with a click and a large crack would appear.

As for Kalima, even if she stomped her feet hard, the ice surface did not move at all. However, when Aisha walked towards Kalima, the ice surface shattered.

"strangeness."

Elsa finally stopped and looked at her feet in confusion.

There was solid ice, cracked like a spider web. It was thick and deep, but otherwise unremarkable. But precisely because of this, Elsa felt strange. Could such thick ice be so fragile? Would it shatter at the slightest step?

Yes, Elsa remembered that it was like this when she just landed, but she didn't notice anything at that time.

Now that I think about it, it's been a long time since Elsa has been so prone to breaking the floor.

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488. Have you taken poison?

"Oh, it's because you're too heavy."

Kalima didn't forget to rush to Aisha at this time, which seemed to make her feel a little better, but Aisha ignored her. Indeed, due to her slender and plump figure, Aisha weighed more than many women of the same age, but it was definitely not to this extent.

Elsa squatted down gently and reached out to push away the snow on the ground. However, the moment her fingers touched the ground, a dense crisp sound burst out from deep in the ice. The originally crystal clear ice surface was immediately covered with cracks. This scene made Elsa frown.

She withdrew her hand and looked back. With the place where she had walked as the center and the direction she came from, the ice on the ground was already covered with cracks.

Fortunately, the ice here seems to be very thick, so even if large pieces are broken, there is no subsidence or collapse.

It's just that... something was a little strange. Elsa seemed to smell something in the air. It was an indescribable feeling, like a scent, but also like some kind of... liquid? It might be a bit strange to say this, but the feeling reminded Elsa of the feeling she had when she went to the deep sea a few days ago. It was like an invisible, flowing substance was surrounding her.

Elsa narrowed her eyes slightly, carefully feeling the source of this strange feeling.

At this moment, Kalima suddenly coughed.

"Ahem... Hey, Grace isn't here, let's talk it out."

Aisha glanced at Kalima.

"Just tell me if you have anything to say."

"I'm talking about you... you're human, right? With that blonde hair and that scent, there's no way I'd mistake you. You're different from us. You don't smell like a subhuman at all. So, I'm curious, who are you? Let me guess, you're not an adventurer, nor a mercenary. You're different from the people I've met."

"Well, your sense of smell is pretty sharp, but you only guessed half right—so, what do you want to say?"

"Ahem..." Kalima coughed forcefully twice, as if clearing her throat. "It's nothing. I just find it hard to understand why someone like you...someone of status, would go out of your way to save those demihumans. What good would it do you?"

"Really? You think so."

Elsa shook her head expressionlessly. She had different opinions and had no comment to make. Elsa was too lazy to waste time with her.

Seeing that she couldn't pry Aisha's mouth open, Kalima frowned suspiciously and continued, "I told you in advance that I can lead you, but I can't guarantee that they are still alive. You can see that there are ice lumps everywhere here, and there is no living thing. Even if those guys are lucky enough not to fall to their death, they will freeze to death or starve to death if they are trapped here for a few days. So... cough cough..."

Kalima hadn't finished speaking when she started coughing again.

There was only the sound of the empty wind at the bottom of the valley, so Kalima's cough at this time seemed extremely abrupt. Aisha sighed, stood up and glanced at Kalima.

"In that case, let's keep moving forward. I remember there are some caves ahead. Let's go look there."

Elsa didn't think any more about it and should now continue searching for the demihumans whose lives or deaths were unknown.

"Cough cough..."

Kalima remained standing motionless, but his coughing became even more intense, and he became hunched over as if he was short of breath, as if he had choked on chili oil.

"what happened to you?"

"Cough, no, nothing, cough cough... I'm a little out of breath... cough..."

Kalima seemed to be out of breath, coughing violently, and her face turned red. Seeing that she was not pretending, Elsa walked forward. At this moment, Kalima took a deep breath and coughed violently. At the same time, a mouthful of blood spurted out, dyeing the thin snow red. This sudden scene made Elsa slightly stunned.

"Ahem..."

Kalima fell to her knees with a thud, holding her abdomen in pain and sobbing almost silently. However, at this moment, Aisha's holy light healing immediately fell on her, which immediately relieved Kalima's expression a lot.

Aisha squatted in front of Kalima with an expressionless face and glanced at the bloodstains on the ground. The blood had already solidified into a bright red ice flower.

"Have you taken poison?"

Some guys who have committed many crimes will prepare a way out for themselves, or even prepare a way to their own death - especially slave traders. Once they are caught, they will face a very serious punishment. So it is not surprising that these people would go to extremes. What is surprising is that Kalima could endure until now before committing suicide.

However, Kalima did not seem to have fully recovered. She took a breath with difficulty and glared at Aisha fiercely. Her complicated eyes seemed to say: You took poison, your whole family took poison!

But before Kalima could speak, she started coughing violently again, and this time Kalima raised her hand and scratched her neck.

"So itchy, so uncomfortable... cough cough... damn... there's something... there's something..."

Elsa narrowed her eyes and raised a ray of holy light again. At this moment, a small [-1] suddenly floated in front of Elsa's eyes.

The numbers were not eye-catching, but they made Aisha frown in an instant. At the same time, Kalima's condition took a turn for the worse. She raised her head in pain, howled hoarsely, and her nails left several shocking blood marks on her neck. In just one breath, the whites of Kalima's eyes turned creepy bloodshot and a strange silver-white color, and blood oozed from the corners of her mouth and nostrils.

“…Ahem—”

Kalima closed his eyes tightly, and the blood he coughed up turned a strange frosty white.

Everything happened extremely quickly. Kalima seemed to have turned from a normal person into a dying person in just a few breaths. Aisha didn't understand why, but she knew that something strange must have happened somewhere, and the most likely source was probably the bottom of the valley. Without hesitation, Aisha directly extinguished the holy light that had not yet risen. When she opened her palm again, she was already holding the white holy light staff, and at the same time, she lit up another "sun" that was rising slowly.

The appearance of the sun did not improve Kalima's condition much. It seemed that something was continuously damaging her body, but at least continuous treatment could keep her life from being exhausted immediately. Aisha grabbed Kalima's shoulders and jumped up the next moment - Kalima's condition was very bad. Although the situation was unclear, the best thing to do was to send her to the ground.

But Aisha didn't do that. Instead, she headed straight in the direction they came from. Compared to Kalima, who was already guilty of a serious crime, Aisha was more worried about Grace who was acting alone. The situation was unclear at the moment, so it would be best to take Grace with her and leave here first.

But Elsa promised Sofia that nothing would happen to Grace.

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489. Look, it’s useful (4K5)

A moment ago——

Grace searched relentlessly for any trace of the demihuman. She held her staff upside down and gently swept it across the ice. Bright sparks danced on the tip of the staff, and the sound of ice being crushed rose in a rustling sound. The snow turned to mist and drifted away, but the solid ice surface remained motionless.

It seems that the ice here has been there for some time and should not have been formed recently. There is no need to dig deeper, Grace judged.

"Ahem...it's really cold here."

It would be difficult for ordinary people to survive in such a place, and those subhumans would probably not be much better off. Now we can only pray for a miracle.

Grace never said such words because they were useless. It was like praying to a goddess—the goddess would not listen to people's wishes. At least, the witches who fell into the abyss had never been saved by the goddess.

Where is the goddess? Is she really watching and loving her followers?

"Cough-cough-"

Grace covered her mouth and coughed, rubbing her throat again.

The sound of firm footsteps echoed in the narrow valley.

Grace's pace was not fast, but definitely not slow - she was anxious to find those demihumans, she hoped they were all still alive, but she would not rush to look for them because of her anxiety. Her steps were still firm and steady, and her eyes wandered carefully in the thick fog. As she walked, she dispersed the snow under her feet. The flames on her fingertips flickered from time to time, melting the accumulated snow and exposing the ice underneath without causing more damage - this required exquisite magical control, but for her it was a simple spell that came to her easily.

What surprised Grace was that there were no rocks under the snow, only frozen ice.

"Could this be a branch of the underground glacier?"

Glaciers are a rare natural phenomenon, typically found only in the far north, where no one lives. No, it's fair to say no life could possibly inhabit such a place. This is quite intriguing: the canyon is clearly a vast expanse of sand and desert above, yet a subterranean glacier runs through it below? However, if the glacier doesn't melt next year, then all that ice is useless.

Grace no longer clings to the thick ice and continues to move forward.

Some abrupt black holes appeared on both sides of her sight - these were the strange caves that Elsa mentioned. Grace felt that if the demihumans could hide in them, they might be lucky enough to survive. At least there should be no cold wind here.

These caves are distributed between the solid ice and rock layers on both sides, most of them are buried under the snow. It can be seen that they are not naturally formed caves. The openings of the caves are in different directions, some are wide and some are narrow, and the shapes are not very regular. They seem to be embedded in the rocks, and they seem to be caves dug out by something - some have been frozen, and some still have dark cave entrances, extending deep into an unknown direction.

Grace's eyes were fixed on one of the caves, an opening wide enough for one person to pass through.

Are those subhumans in this?

Grace walked forward, squatted down, and reached out to brush away the snow in the frozen cave. However, the moment her fingers touched the ice, she felt a bone-chilling chill piercing her heart, which made her subconsciously retract her hand.

The burning pain seemed to be caused by the extreme cold, which made her gasp in amazement.

"Why is it so cold?"

She is a witch after all. Even if she hates the cold, there should be a limit. Obviously, the ice here has exceeded the "cold" in the ordinary sense.

It feels wrong.

It’s too cold. Even if you’re in the middle of a cold wave, it wouldn’t be any colder than this, right?

pat.

A soft voice interrupted Grace's thoughts. She lowered her head in the direction of the voice and saw a flash of crimson blossoming on the ice surface. It then transformed into a beautiful crimson ice flower and remained motionless. She realized belatedly that her fingertips had cut a bloody wound at some point. Crystal clear snow-colored ice crystals solidified on her fingertips, and the liquid that had just dripped was the blood from her fingertips.

"Um?……"

Grace raised her hand. The wound was three inches long, flat and smooth, as if it had been scratched by a freshly sharpened knife - the ice here seemed unusually hard and sharp.

The cold took away some of his senses. Perhaps because it was too cold, a dark blue blood spot had accumulated under the wound.

Grace held her finger between her lips and sucked it lightly, then spat out the blood. She took out the potion she had with her and prepared to do some simple treatment. However, when she pulled her finger out, Grace suddenly realized something was wrong - her injured finger could not move.

Not only was he unable to move, he had completely lost consciousness, no sense of pain, and was unable to move. A fine layer of white had appeared on his skin at some point.

Grace raised her eyebrows slightly, stirred her lips that were still stained with blood, and stared at her fingertips closely. Then her eyes quickly changed from suspicion to solemnity. In just two breaths, the wounds on her fingertips had turned white. It was an abnormal white. Only by looking closely could you see that those were layers of very thin but dense frost that were eroding her fingers and her blood at a speed visible to the naked eye.