Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

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Celisilda's expression remained unchanged, but a smile lingered in her words. She had originally agreed with Elsa on six hours, which was both the time she needed to deal with the seal and the time Elsa needed to complete her work. Unexpectedly, after only four hours, Elsa had already delivered a satisfactory result.

The more Ceilihilda looked at Elsa, the more satisfied she became, and the more she liked her.

But unlike the brief loss of composure after her first contact with Elsa, this time, Cerihilda looked at Elsa very calmly, keeping a certain distance from her.

Because Elsa's power was too restraining for her.

If—just if.

If Elsa wants to harm her, she will be very passive, because her magic is ineffective against Elsa, at least not directly. She can only rely on magic to cause explosions or wind currents to indirectly affect Elsa, and this will undoubtedly greatly reduce the power of the magic. Once Elsa gets close to her, she will definitely lose.

So she kept a certain distance from Aisha for the time being.

How did Elsa's power come about, and where did it come from? Is Elsa really just a little nun with no background?

—Cerilihilda didn’t know.

Before figuring out the reason and source of Elsa's strange abilities, Celyhilda planned to suppress her inner impulse and would never get close to Elsa.

Of course, Cerihilda herself was more willing to believe Elsa, because if Elsa really wanted to harm her, the best opportunity would have been when they were together before, but Elsa did not show the slightest hostility, and Cerihilda had been observing Elsa through the magic marks on the backs of other people's hands. Elsa's performance during this period also proved that she was a trustworthy person.

But Serilihilda still couldn't completely let down her guard against Elsa, because there was more than one life on her shoulders, and she had to be cautious, also for safety reasons.

"Sister Faris, please wait here for a moment. I have a new task for you."

Celisilda said.

"Ah."

After saying that, Celyhilda kept her distance and walked around Elsa, activated her magic vision and cast her eyes on the people Elsa brought with her, and was surprised to find that the blood covenant marks on half of them were broken.

With just one glance, Cerihilda was certain that Elsa's dispelling effect on the blood pact was permanent.

Those whose blood covenant marks were broken were most likely beaten by Elsa. The brief contact caused the magic backlash to destroy the mark. This reminded Serilihilda of when she was preparing to engrave the magic circle for Elsa. The stronger the magic and the closer the distance, the more repelled it would be.

"Is it true..."

Celisilda thought to herself.

The state of these people gave Serilihilda a bold idea - theoretically, whether Serilihilda was in contact with Elsa or these people were fighting with Elsa, it should not be considered as direct contact with Elsa, or in other words, the blood covenant mark and the devil's curse did not come into direct contact with Elsa, but indirectly through the conduction of the human body, just like using a spoon to scoop soup, the heat of the soup cannot be fully transferred to the hand holding the spoon.

In other words, Elsa's energy did not really touch the origin of the Demon King's Seal and the Blood Covenant Mark, but just the aftermath had a certain effect. Does this mean that if there is a way to allow Elsa to directly contact the origin of the curse, Elsa can even dispel the curse directly?

There was another puzzling point. Serilhilda noticed that Elsa was wearing a space ring. Why was this magical device undamaged? Serilhilda speculated that perhaps the magic power or source of the magical essence that Elsa naturally repelled must have some common characteristic. If this characteristic could be addressed, would it be possible to retain one's own magic power while interacting with Elsa?

This may require experiments to answer.

Serilda suppressed the sudden speculation and calmed herself down.

She cleared her thoughts, but a faint light had already appeared in her lifeless eyes. She looked at Elsa. In her eyes, Elsa was still a mess, but she felt that this mess was particularly cute.

"Sister Faris, can you go and beat them up again?"

She pointed at the people in black robes and said.

"ah????"

The men in black robes were suddenly stunned, and Elsa was also a little confused.

Celisilda just wanted to laugh - it seemed that Elsa had never really understood her own power, and had no idea that she could dispel the blood pact in these people's bodies.

She just said, "Just consider it a favor—oh, and don't kill me."

To the men in black robes, these words meant that the sage was holding them accountable, meaning "beat them to death, but leave one alive."

They begged for mercy in fear.

Elsa put away her spear, "Okay... but it might be a little difficult."

Cerihilda smiled and said, "It's okay, take your time."

Then, Vivian, Mary and Filia, who were waiting outside the sealed hall, heard the howling of ghosts and wolves coming from the sealed hall.

After a while, most of the black-robed men were bruised and battered by Elsa's deliberate restraint, but in Serilda's opinion, the blood pact mark in their bodies had long since disappeared.

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75. The Real Attacker [Fifth Update]

At this time, at the southern foot of the Rydes Mountains——

The dense forest is quiet, the moonlight is hazy, and you can faintly hear the chirping of insects and the sound of leaves being blown by the wind. Among the soft pile of fallen leaves, the silver knight's armor is particularly eye-catching.

But the people under the armor didn't move, their eyes were wide open, their faces were black, and they were already dead.

A figure in a black robe walked up to the corpses, kicked them over, and spat at the same time.

"Oh, you're asking for your own death."

His voice was sharp and thin. The moonlight illuminated his pale profile and white hair, and there was blood at the corners of his mouth.

"It smells really bad, like wine that's been sitting for a few days."

At this time, several dark shadows appeared behind him.

"Clarence, don't waste time here. Now that these people are dead, others will be here soon," one of them said, the voice unrecognizable as male or female. "Just now, I sensed that my blood pact mark has dissipated. Our people have been eliminated. Those guys and the sage have noticed us. We need to hurry while it's still dark. It'll take a while to get to Dammas from here."

"Arman, your impatience is really annoying. You always have a cold face and act so great. To be honest, I've disliked you for a long time. What's wrong? Are you scared? Just because of a little brat who's over a hundred years old?"

The black-robed man named Clarence asked back, revealing his fangs. He smiled sinisterly, standing on the corpse, subtly looking down at the black-robed man named Alman.

"When our tribe was at its peak, that guy wasn't even born yet."

"When the forest elves and dragons prospered, humans were nothing more than clever monkeys, so fragile. But now they rule this continent," Alman said flatly, his tone unaffected by Clarence's ridicule. "My strength and yours are but a firefly to hers. I don't want to end my life prematurely. As a fellow human, I hope you cherish yours."

"Humph, spineless guy, I don't understand how a guy like you got to this position."

Clarence snorted softly and looked towards the huge fortress in the southwest, which was shrouded in the dark night, while dawn was gradually breaking in the east.

"Dawn is almost here, the time to relax is here, and the revelry is about to begin," Clarence said, gazing towards Fort Dammas and laughing. "It's truly exciting! If we can seize this behemoth, wouldn't it prove that we're even more powerful than the War Demons of forty years ago? Those arrogant fellows never even managed to capture that place."

"Don't even think about such unrealistic things. Our sole goal is to destroy the teleportation array. Don't do anything unnecessary," said Alman, his tone brooking no argument. "If you want to stay, you can, but to ensure you don't betray us after being captured, I will kill you first."

After saying that, Alman took the first step forward.

"The insider is waiting for us. Now is the time for us to show up."

Clarence stared at Alman unkindly, but he said nothing and just followed him.

A quarter of an hour later, the early morning light illuminated the silent and majestic fortress, casting a bright orange cast on the gray and white walls. Birds chirped and insects chirped. Some early-rising vendors had already set up their stalls. The hardworking porters and tenant farmers began to pack up and prepare for the day's work. The sound of the bells from the bell tower enveloped the entire fortress, one after another, heavy and distant.

Ruth yawned as she walked down the stairs of the tavern.

Thorne was wiping the table himself, and the air was no longer filled with the smell of alcohol from the night.

"Good morning, Uncle Thorne."

Ruth greeted and Thorne smiled.

"Good morning, did you sleep well last night?"

"It's okay, but I always feel like the street is very noisy."

At this time, Caesar and Winnie also came down from upstairs one after another. Now Caesar, Ruth and Winnie were temporarily staying in Thorne's tavern and became regular diners.

Caesar was obviously the most alert. He said, "The troops were urgently mobilized last night. I saw them passing by on the street in front of here."

"Ah? There's such a thing?"

Winnie knew nothing. Ever since she left the adventurers, her sleep became deeper and deeper.

"I heard that something happened in the underground palace."

Thorne smiled and said that after he opened this tavern, yesterday was the first day of business. Although the profit was not much, there were still a few diners. Being a talkative person, he heard the news from the Adventurer's Guild from those diners.

"The guild has also urgently issued a recruitment commission for silver medal adventurers. I heard the rewards are very generous, but as you all know, the higher the reward, the greater the danger."

"Eh? It's a good thing I didn't go to the underground palace to get something for nothing..."

Winnie said with some fear.

After hearing the news that the underground palace was opened, the people who were most excited were naturally Winnie and Ruth.

Ruth had always wanted to visit the underground palace. As an adventurer, it was undoubtedly a very regrettable thing not to have been there. Winnie needed money very much, especially after seeing Thorne take over a tavern in just a day and a half. She wanted a handicraft shop of her own even more - but she didn't have that much money.

The underground palace was a nice place, and she had wanted to try her luck there, but she hesitated. Now it seemed like a wise move.

Thorne personally brought out omelets, bread, sausages and plum wine. The few of them sat together enjoying the sumptuous breakfast, chatting and planning their next steps.

The noise outside the street slowly fermented, and the bustling day officially began.

But a violent explosion shattered everything. The sound waves spread far away, spreading from the central city area to the soldiers on the outermost city wall. They couldn't help but look back and saw that the magical fire engulfed the central castle and thick smoke rose up.

"what happened!?"

Ruth was startled and almost knocked over the wine glass in her hand. She looked out the window and saw thick smoke rising from the castle in the distance. She had a bad feeling in her heart - how could an explosion happen in the city of Dammas, which was heavily guarded?

She quickly ran out to the street, followed by Thorne, Winnie and Caesar.

But she saw the noise and clamor on the street spreading like a tide - stiff but powerful figures emerged from the street corners, quickly pounced on the nearest pedestrians and vendors, and bit their necks. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and its scarlet eyes met Ruth's.

Ruth's eyes widened. She was once an adventurer and one of the top ones among the bronze medals. The moment she saw those people with red eyes, she knew what it was.

"Shiki…it's actually a Shiki!?"

Ruth quickly stepped back, but the zombie pounced on her. Almost instinctively, she drew her sword and chopped off the zombie's head, then froze.

——The usually prosperous street had turned into a hell on earth. Those killed by the corpse ghosts turned into zombies and slowly crawled towards her.

"Come into the tavern!"

Thorne shouted, turning around and pulling out the sword from under the wine cabinet - he began to be glad that he did not sell the sword at that time.

Winnie and Caesar also took out their weapons.

None of them threw it away.

At the same time, in the sealed hall, Serilda was still using hypnosis magic to guide the blood slaves whose blood contracts had been broken to reveal information. At this moment, with a click, her raised hand stopped.

For the first time, her beautiful brows furrowed.

"wrong……"

She slowly turned around, her eyes fixed deeply on the huge tumor sealed behind her.

"Sage, what happened?"

Elsa asked, only to be met with Cerihilda's heavy voice.

"Dammar City was attacked... Kus Hegelman, who stayed behind to defend the fortress, had his mark destroyed. He may have died."

Kus Hegelman is the leader of the magician group. Celihilda's words made Elsa deeply surprised.

"How could this be... Isn't Dammas Fortress very strong? Why haven't we received any news..."

"Yes, it is very strong."

Celestia looked up, as if looking somewhere.

"But solid armor cannot stop an attack from within."

"Who is the enemy?"