Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

If she listened carefully, Elsa could detect the sounds of fighting nearby, then draw her spear and charge forward.

In the blink of an eye, Elsa arrived at the intersection. She saw many civilians, who seemed to be ordinary people being protected on the road. If they were ordinary people who had not practiced martial arts or learned magic, they would surely be slaughtered unilaterally when facing the ghouls. In contrast, the knights were not afraid of the ghouls. Their armor could effectively defend against the scratches and bites of the ghouls. Now an important task of the knights' team was to rescue civilians.

But Elsa saw that the leaders were not knights, but rather a group of plainly dressed people who looked very familiar...

Elsa raised her eyebrows slightly, swung her spear, and blood mist flew. The spear swept away the zombies in front of the few people like a sharp sword, and then Elsa came in front of them.

"Ruth?"

Elsa stopped in front of Ruth, who looked dazed. Ruth was slightly injured at this moment and looked a little disheveled, with blood all over her face - that was obviously not hers. But unlike the last time she saw Ruth, she was not dressed like an adventurer at all. The only thing that could be called an adventurer was the straight sword in her hand.

Elsa looked behind Ruth again. There was Winnie, who was nervously holding her staff, Thorne, who had a broken arm but still had strong shoulders, and Caesar with sharp eyes. They were all there, looking very tired. Behind them were several middle-aged men holding weapons that seemed to have been stripped from the knight's corpse. Behind them were unarmed old and young people, women and young people - most of these people were ordinary people who were protected by them.

"Sister Faris!?"

Thorne and the others were simply stunned. They never expected to meet Elsa here. Elsa had saved them and their village before, so they were naturally full of gratitude to Elsa. But at this moment, in a similar scene, when they saw Elsa again, they suddenly felt excited and excited.

Only Ruth looked at Elsa in a daze, rolled her tongue but said nothing.

Elsa was still as heroic as ever. She also heard the roaring thunder just now. At that time, she was thinking, if only Elsa was here. Then, she actually saw Elsa.

At this moment, Ruth's heart suddenly became complicated.

"You all look injured. Give it to you and the wounded here," Elsa took out a potion and handed it to them. Then she said, "Go west from here and go to the city gate. I should have killed all the wights along this road. You don't have to be afraid. Although I really want to escort you away, I'm sorry, time is running out. There are people who need me more. We'll meet again someday."

Elsa didn't stop, and just jumped away after she finished speaking, leaving Ruth and the others slightly stunned.

"Ruth, the nun you're worried about is here. How about inviting her to my tavern for a drink after we're done here?"

Only Thorne was in the mood to joke at this time.

But Ruth did not reply, but stared at the potion Elsa gave her in a daze, then slowly tightened the weapon in her hand.

On the other side, more and more zombies fell under Elsa's gun. Elsa advanced all the way to the central city and directly cleared several cross-roads - with relatively safe roads, it would be easier for those people to escape, and the soldiers would be better able to provide support.

By this point, the danger in the city had been greatly reduced, and Elsa turned her gaze towards the central city - the source of everything. A minute had passed since Elsa arrived here, and she had been keeping her eyes on the direction of the castle. She knew that beneath the azure dome, the knights and vampires were still fighting, and she knew they had not yet escaped.

I won't let them leave, Elsa thought, and immediately bent her knees and jumped up. The roar shattered the bluestone tiles within a few dozen meters, and Elsa's figure quickly rushed towards the castle in the central city.

Clarence saw this scene.

He had been trying to find Elsa's movements, and because of his distraction, he had several wounds on his body, but these were not fatal to the vampire. The one he was really afraid of, the one who was deadly, was only Elsa - in his opinion, the girl dressed as a priest could not be a priest at all.

And just at this moment, he seemed to sense something and looked in one direction, then he saw a look that made his heart stop - vampires have exceptionally good eyesight, and he saw that the pastor girl's eyes were golden.

Then, the priest girl jumped towards the direction where they were.

"Arman!!!!!!"

Clarence felt like he was going crazy, and no longer cared about his image, he screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Are you okay or not?!"

"Wait a minute!"

On the other side, Alman was also sweating anxiously. He actually didn't know the pastor girl who suddenly fell from the sky, but he knew the sage, and he knew that it was not the sage.

But what does it matter? She's already flying in the sky like that, so does it really matter whether she's a sage or not?

However, the barrier in front of him had not been broken yet. He used the black dead branch to lean against the light curtain. The light curtain flickered and was shaky, but it had not been broken yet. According to the original plan, the sage was confined in the underground palace, and they should have had enough time to deal with this teleportation array. However, the plan could not keep up with the changes, and Alman was also numb at this time.

"Fuck you! I won't play with you anymore!" Clarence completely ignored everything and shouted, not caring about Bud's slash at him. He turned around and ran away, "I'm leaving first!!"

The other vampires felt their scalps tingle for a moment, and hurriedly followed Clarence and ran back.

At this moment, Alman suddenly felt his hand lighten, and he saw the light curtain in front of him shattered into pieces.

His eyes suddenly lit up with joy, "I succeed..."

But before he had time to celebrate, he saw a girl in a priest's robe standing not far in front of him, staring at him quietly. Where the girl was standing, not to mention the defensive array, even the teleportation array was dark.

"It's time to settle accounts with you."

The girl raised her gun.

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79. So Much Nonsense [Fourth Update]

The vampires are a race that places great importance on bloodline and generation. For them, who are long-lived, pure bloodline and a long history mean great strength, and great strength will be respected. On the other hand, in the vampire culture, this is a pilgrimage in pursuit of the "origin".

There is no vampire who does not want to make his bloodline purer step by step and finally become the "ancestor". That is the desire engraved deep in the soul of all vampires.

Because of this, many vampires tend to stay away from the world - they don't like to cause trouble, because trouble will consume their energy, waste their time, and also bring unknown dangers. They just live in one place and then find ways to make themselves live longer. They are not competitive and spend most of their time in coffins in ancient castles. With the polishing of a long time, their bloodline becomes closer to the "ancestor".

But not all vampires are like this.

Money, strength, and power, these things not only attract humans, but also have great temptation to vampires. Therefore, some vampires advocate entering the world and even advocate active external aggression.

That's what Clarence did.

During his three hundred years, he felt more and more empty, and felt more and more that the existence of the "ancestor" was an illusory thing. He began to feel confused, and confusion brought him thinking. He touched many things he had never seen before from the humans he came into contact with, tried to live as he pleased, and killed the first person.

Things that he had previously been cautious about not attempting now became commonplace, and he gradually got a taste for the simple way to get everything - plunder.

Plundering is much faster than accumulation.

By plundering, he even felt that he was getting closer to the "Ancestor".

He understood instantly.

Since vampires don't even need to practice to be stronger than humans, since they have such a unique advantage, why not rob them? Robbing is such a simple and convenient thing... If they don't have it, then rob it. If they want it, then rob it. After all, humans are weak and can't threaten them.

As a result, he was noticed by this organization.

The people here were all vampires who shared his vision. He didn't know who their leader was, but the current leader was the arrogant and aloof Alman. Alman was barely a hundred years old, a truly youthful figure. Honestly, Clarence had been eyeing Alman's position for a long time, wanting to take over the organization, but until now, he hadn't been strong enough to easily kill Alman and the mysterious leader.

He was very sorry.

But this regret immediately disappeared when facing Elsa.

What organization? What wealth, what power? He no longer wanted anything. His instincts urged him to flee with all his might. His legs swift, he left the others far behind. He leaped from the platform and sprinted along the gray castle wall. He thought he had run far, but when he turned around, he still saw the priestess's glance at him—it made him tremble with fear, and he suddenly quickened his pace.

Run, the farther the better.

Finally, he stepped onto the outer wall of the Dammas Fortress. The soldiers around him hurriedly turned the crossbow carts, and at once, magic shells and thick crossbow arrows that were strong enough to penetrate the behemoths were shot at him. If it were normal, he would definitely make these humans who dared to provoke him pay a heavy price, but now he felt that it was a waste of time to even take a second look.

He leaped out of the city wall as lightly and gracefully as a water snake slithering across the water. At this point, he was finally outside the fortress. From here to the castle in the central city, it must be at least seven or eight thousand steps, right? Shouldn't he have gotten rid of it?

But he didn't dare look back, he kept running. He was not running towards the plain, but towards the forest in the northeast. The plain was too obvious a target, but the forest was the best barrier. The shallow woods had already appeared in front of him.

However, poof—

He only felt his vision lighten, and it suddenly floated up, out of control and out of tune. In his rotating perspective, he saw thick blood mist blooming in front of his chest, facing the rising sun. Countless pieces of flesh were pulled and dragged out of his body by the huge force, and then crushed into powder by layers of surging air waves, shooting forward like sand. Then, the ground, rocks, trees, forests, and even the slightly undulating hills within his sight collapsed silently. He looked at the countless collapsed rocks and soil, the countless broken, flattened, and crushed trees into twisted shapes, and countless things, all turned into the arc edge of a huge pit. The layers of soil changed from loose to compact like rocks - no, those were not rocks, but soil ignited by high temperature, turning into colorful powder that could reflect the rising sun.

The next moment, visible air waves spread out in all directions with the deep pit as the center. Invisible giant hands directly pushed down, pulled up, lifted up, crushed, and ignited the shallow forest layer by layer. The rocks became more and more broken and smaller in the wind and waves, and then turned into a gray-brown mushroom cloud.

He heard no sound at all. The violent tinnitus was followed by a deep silence. The sound waves pierced his eardrums and squeezed his eyes. He felt himself rolling uncontrollably - but he had no sensation below his neck.

All the garrison troops defending the city, the knights including Knight Commander Pollock Budd, the civilians who climbed onto the city walls for shelter, and Ruth and others, all saw the huge waves rising from the northeast of the fortress.

The huge wave seemed to have turned the forest into a swamp. The soil and rocky ground undulated, squirmed, squeezed and gathered around like ripples, forming a huge, empty basin around the collapsed hill. As the huge wave calmed down, the hill disappeared.

This scene stunned everyone. The entire city and anyone who saw it were unable to recover for a long time.

Especially Alman.

He was still confronting Elsa. Seeing that Elsa did not take the initiative to attack, he naturally would not take the initiative to attack either - because he knew that he had no chance of winning. He kept thinking about how to seize the opportunity to survive, and at this time, Elsa raised her spear.

Then he saw the next scene.

To be honest, Clarence is very powerful. Even gold medal adventurers can only be toyed with when facing Clarence.

But so what? It's still a simple death.

Alman was numb, and the vampires who were still fleeing were also stunned on the spot - now they couldn't run, and they couldn't stay either.

"I heard vampires are hard to kill. Even if their heads are cut off, they can still regenerate," Elsa suddenly said. Alman unconsciously raised his head and saw Elsa narrowing her eyes and asking him, "Can they still survive like this?"

Obviously not. Alman didn't even know whether he should answer or how to answer.

Elsa had let Clarence escape on purpose—Elsa was waiting for the moment when Clarence would leave the fortress.

Because in the city, Elsa had to do her best to hold back, and this would not be fatal to these vampires - vampires are a race that lives on blood, and seemingly fatal penetrating wounds are just minor injuries that hurt a little. Even if their limbs are cut off, their internal organs are taken out, and their heads are removed, they may still continue to live.

Elsa knew that the safest way to kill a vampire was to destroy his entire body. So for Elsa, the best battlefield was naturally outside the city.

"By the way, why don't you run?"

Aisha asked Alman again, which made Alman feel deeply ironic.

"Hmph...I'm going to die anyway, so why should I run? Don't you think I'm a coward?"

Alman sneered.

At this moment, he was surprisingly calmer than anyone else.

"You seem so confident. Is it because you used the blood curse to keep a spare body somewhere else?"

Alman frowned - it was obvious that what he said came true.

But since there was nothing to hide, he became even more presumptuous, grinning fiercely: "My goal... was to destroy your teleportation array, preventing the timely arrival of reinforcements from the Empire and the Holy See. And now! My goal has been achieved! Hahahaha, the demon general will descend again soon. When he wakes up, you will feel despair..."

"So much nonsense."

Before he could finish his words, Aisha slapped his entire head into a bloody mist, but he did not fall to the ground. Instead, he laughed from inside his chest.

"You... can't kill me, human. You're smart, but you can't do anything to me. Even if you destroy this body of mine, I'll still live in the shell shaped by the blood curse, so..."

Halfway through his speech, he suddenly froze.

"Wait... Where's my blood curse?! Why... Why is my body..."

His voice suddenly changed from being at ease to being nervous and trembling - there is a secret technique among the vampires that not all vampires have mastered. At the cost of sacrificing a large amount of blood, a new body is created for oneself. The new body and the original body establish a conscious connection through the blood curse, which means that both are him and share perception. But at this moment, Alman actually found that he had severed the connection with the blood curse, which made his heart filled with fear and uneasiness.

Elsa chuckled softly and said meaningfully, "Actually, I've dealt with vampires before. He used some strange life-saving methods just like you. But for some reason, after I beat him up, he and his clone separated. So they both thought they were the real one, and in the end, they fought, and the clone ate him. Isn't that strange?"

Alman was stunned and stood there blankly.

“W-What did you say!?”

He screamed in despair, but Elsa ignored him and turned her gaze to the Knight Commander Bud and his knights who were standing in a row behind them, trembling with fear and not daring to move.

"I'll leave these guys with sharp teeth and claws to you," Aisha said, "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on them."

At this time, the crow finally arrived panting.

ga-

It screamed, but suddenly found itself depressed at having nothing to do. It circled over Elsa's head and decided to go looking for trouble with the remaining zombies in the fortress.

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80. Bitter Alman

The crisis in the fortress was quickly resolved because of Elsa's arrival.

With Elsa's help, the vampires obediently put on magic-binding shackles and were escorted to a special prison by the magician group, where they would be interrogated by special personnel.

Pollock Bud took the initiative to introduce himself. Although anyone could have guessed he was the leader of the Knights under such circumstances, since this was their first formal meeting, the necessary etiquette was inevitable. Elsa also briefly introduced herself, and Bud was surprised for a moment when he learned that Elsa was actually a nun.

"Anyway, this is what happened. The Sage learned of what happened here, so he sent me here. It's a pity I couldn't save more people," Aisha sighed, looking up at the crows circling high above her head. "Look, that's the Sage's familiar. He's been keeping an eye on the situation in the fortress."

Bud glanced at Elsa cautiously, then looked up at the crow. The crow caaked, which was probably a greeting.

Although no one here has ever seen Elsa, no one knows Elsa, and no one can come forward to confirm Elsa's identity, Bud believes in Elsa's statement. One reason is because of the sage's familiar, but the more important reason is because of the extremely strong strength displayed by Elsa - Bud can only fight Clarence on equal terms with all his strength. This is very telling. After all, vampires are known for their extremely tenacious vitality. If they can only fight a draw, it means they are at a disadvantage.

But such a Clarence was killed by Aisha with one blow. The scorching pit in the forest outside the city reminded Bud all the time that the person standing in front of him was far superior to anyone present.

Bud speculated that Elsa's claim to be a nun was merely a cover-up; her true identity must be a powerful backup plan specially prepared by the Sage—even if she was on the same level as the Sage, it was still unknown. Bud had never witnessed the Sage's true power; all the legends about him were based on words and hearsay. Bud didn't know if he could easily slay a powerful vampire like Elsa had.

In contrast, he had witnessed Elsa's strength with his own eyes. Seeing Elsa's attack at such a distance, the thunder was still echoing in his ears.

"Your battle has been witnessed by everyone. As for those who sacrificed, I believe they will receive the best burial and the most sincere remembrance. But you are still needed here, Mr. Budd. I believe everything will soon be at peace."

"Yes, thank you for your words, Sister."

Bud subconsciously looked behind him. The bodies there had been taken away. He knew that among them was his old rival Kus Hegelman. The old-fashioned old man had left forever, which made him, who was also the head of the group, feel sad.

Aisha thought about it and then took the initiative to put forward her idea to Pollock Budd.