Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

The bishop half-knelt down and trembled as he spoke, "Archbishop Eleanor has brought dozens of people to surround the statue of the goddess and specifically asked you to see her..."

"Eleanor? Is she trying to rebel?!"

A bishop with a long beard slammed the table and quickly walked to the window. He looked towards the square through the stained glass window.

When he saw clearly what was happening in the direction of the square, his pupils shrank slightly and he suddenly turned around to look at the Holy Seat.

"Respected Holy Mother Pope... Archbishop Eleanor is having the face of the statue destroyed!!!"

As he spoke, the bearded man almost screamed, and the people present began to whisper to each other angrily.

"What does Eleanor want?"

"Is she also going to betray the Goddess Cult?"

"Revered Holy Mother Pope, please allow me to bring this traitor Eleanor before you!"

In sharp contrast to the panic and anger of the crowd was the Pope sitting on the Holy Throne.

Her hair was pale, her face was extremely old, her body was hunched, and she huddled like a child.

After a moment of silence, she slowly climbed down from the throne, scepter in hand, and said slowly, "Let's meet her... She's a good child. She might have just encountered a difficult problem that she couldn't figure out, and she went to extremes."

hum-

The Pope's figure disappeared, leaving only a white shadow in his place.

The figures of the other archbishops and bishops disappeared from the spot one after another. In an instant, the entire Holy Council Hall was left with only pieces of dissipating white and black shadows.

Some bishops who were not on the "Acetic" or "Avenger" paths ran out of the meeting hall as fast as they could and headed towards the square.

At the same time, in front of the statue of the goddess in the square.

A white shadow quickly solidified, and an old figure appeared less than ten meters away from Eleanor.

After seeing this figure, Eleanor quickly half-knelt down, and a hoarse, monster-like voice came from under the mask: "Respected Holy Mother Pope, Servant of the Goddess."

The Pope looked at Eleanor calmly for a long time before turning his gaze to the dark people behind her.

She tapped the ground lightly with the end of her scepter and said, "Eleanor, you're on the verge of losing control again... Can you tell me what happened? Who are they?"

The Pope could tell that those black people were not extraordinary people under his command, nor were they members of the Inquisition.

And in the center of those people, right below the statue of the goddess, a red-haired girl was holding up her wrist, calmly watching the blood from her wrist flowing down.

The blood dripping onto the ground seemed to have life, forming thin lines of blood that quickly spread out on the stone-paved ground and the carefully trimmed grass.

This gave her a vague feeling that something was not going well.

"I might have...seen the real goddess, the Holy Mother Pope..."

Eleanor, who was half-kneeling, raised her head, her scarlet pupils radiating a bit of fanaticism as she looked in the direction of the Pope. "The Holy Advent Cult might be right. They really did summon the divine servant and awaken the goddess..."

The Pope's facial muscles twitched slightly. Eleanor's words were also heard by the cardinals, archbishops, vicars and bishops who came behind the Pope.

"Eleanor! How could you so easily believe what those heretics of the Holy Advent sect said! Have you forgotten what they did for the so-called 'Holy Advent'? Aren't those the things you hate the most?!"

"Eleanor! What the hell are you doing!!!"

A blond cardinal wearing a white faceless mask quickly stepped forward, passed the Pope's position, looked at Eleanor who was half-kneeling on the ground, and said angrily.

She was the one who brought up Eleanor, and she knew how pure Eleanor's character and beliefs were.

But the Cardinal couldn't understand why Eleanor seemed like a different person after just one morning's absence.

The blond cardinal raised her head and looked at the holy statue of the goddess. At this moment, strange symbols were painted on her face with blood. The statue was desecrated in this way, which made her feel unprecedented anger.

"Get out of the way! Eleanor! Let me get rid of these heretics!"

hum-

The white-masked Cardinal suddenly raised her hand, and numerous white shadows formed a sacred light curtain behind her. Countless sharp blades penetrated the light curtain and directly hit the followers of the Holy Advent Sect under the goddess statue.

boom--!

Eleanor, who was half-kneeling, suddenly raised her hand, and the black spear drew a circular trajectory. A large black shadow quickly spread along the arc, like a black sky curtain, blocking all the light blades.

"Lady Madeleine..."

The violent vibration knocked off the faceless mask on Eleanor's face, revealing her head that looked like an alien monster and was covered with spiked armor.

She used her spear to support herself and slowly stood up. Her lips parted as she spoke in a pleading tone: "Lady Madeline... I have witnessed it. That is a power only possessed by gods. Please wait..."

"If her so-called miracles are just a trick, I will deal with them myself, then commit suicide to atone for my sins, and fall into hell, never to enter His kingdom again."

Seeing Eleanor actually blocking her, Madeline took two steps back in shock and said slowly: "You are crazy... Eleanor... You have started to do whatever it takes..."

"I'm not crazy!"

Eleanor seemed to have felt a pang of pain. She pointed her gun at Madeline and said, "It was the Goddess who chose me! My endless prayers and sincerity moved Her! She heard me and responded!"

At this moment, in the vision of ordinary people, they could not see the light curtain and the black curtain, but they could see Eleanor's terrifying face. Some people who were originally watching screamed and ran away, and the royal guards quickly pointed their guns in Eleanor's direction.

"Eleanor..."

At this time, the Pope slowly spoke and called out to Eleanor, whose emotions were beginning to become unstable.

After hearing the Pope's voice, the irritable Eleanor slowly calmed down and half-knelt in the direction of the Pope again: "Holy Mother Pope..."

"You've forgotten your original intention, child..."

The Pope slowly shook his head and said, "Even if you can really summon the servants of God... what is the price? The suffering of all people? This completely contradicts our purpose of saving the world..."

When Eleanor heard this, her shoulders trembled, the black curtain behind her slowly faded away, and the black spear in her hand also began to dissipate.

"Stop it, child. The goddess will understand you..."

The Pope slowly shook his head and continued, "Your selfish desires have already caused you to suffer the punishment of the potion. This time, perhaps it is just a test from Him."

"Even if you can't be promoted, you can still enter His kingdom..."

"Bullshit! You old, evil demon!"

A delicate scolding sounded behind Eleanor.

Tara glared at the Pope and shouted, "The purpose of salvation?! Bah! Ask your conscience, do you believe in your so-called savior goddess? Or do you believe in this damn old woman?!"

"You don't put the Mother Goddess first! Instead, you believe in the so-called dogma written by a usurper? Weak dogma can only breed a bunch of weak trash! Look at you! Look at this statue! It should have stood in the center of the square! Instead of being taken over by the statue of the Church of the God of Order!"

"How dare you sit in your high position and say you serve the goddess? How dare you?!"

The Pope's gaze penetrated the disappearing darkness and looked at the petite green-haired figure behind it.

"Tara...?"

There was a hint of sadness in the Pope's tone, "How did you become like this..."

Tara completely ignored the Pope's call. She waved her hands enthusiastically and continued her passionate speech.

"The teachings of the Savior Goddess Cult! We should put the Goddess first! Put the Mother Goddess first! Think about the Declaration of the Holy War Era! We are fighting for the awakening of the Mother Goddess! Everything we do is to allow Her to appear in the world!"

"It is with this kind of will that we have grown stronger! We have survived the Holy War! Have just seven hundred years of peace worn away your faith and will? Are you even about to lose Bei'ansu!?"

"I believe that if the ancient sages saw what you did, they would be so angry that they would jump out of their coffins!"

Madeline: "Enough! Holy Advent bastards!"

Madeline shouted angrily and was about to go forward to kill the green-haired girl.

But at this moment, a scepter blocked Madeline's way.

"and many more……"

The Pope looked ahead.

She was not looking at Eleanor, nor Tara behind Eleanor, but the figure under the goddess statue with its back to the crowd.

Just now, the figure flashed slightly in front of the Pope. The red curly hair that seemed to have been burned instantly twisted into black, long straight hair with blue tails, and even the aura was completely changed.

What kind of ability is this...

At this moment, Charles was slowly scanning his surroundings, muttering: "Why is there only so little blood..."

"How long will this last..."

"Can't you just prepare some blood in advance and do it at night... Why do you need a pocket watch..."

Saying these words seemed to have used up all her strength. She slowly raised her hand and looked at the emerald ring on her left hand.

This thing draws blood quickly.

"It's all in one... Even if you drain me dry, there won't be a single piece of flesh left..."

"You, come here."

Charles waved to a nearby member of the Holy Advent Sect, took off the ring and handed it to the other party.

"Come on, put it on and face..."

Charles gestured a little below his chest and said, "Use the ring here..."

"Uh... me!? Okay..."

The high priest who was called took the ring with great trepidation. After putting it on, he aimed it directly at the position marked by Charles and slowly activated the ring.

The blood in her arm was quickly drained, and a green light accompanied by a buzzing sound cut directly below Charles' heart, cutting him into two pieces.

A large amount of blood spurted out, and pain accompanied by a cold sleepiness swept over Charles.

Cutting your wrists and slicing your aorta will cause more blood to be lost, but this thing is much faster... and you can still get some sleep.

The high priestess holding the ring didn't even care about the numbness and coldness in her left hand. Blood almost splashed all over her face. She stared in amazement at Charles' half "corpse" lying on the ground, twitching slightly in pain.

The splattered blood quickly coagulated into blood threads, rapidly replenishing the huge blood formation.

Everyone fell silent after seeing this scene.

Even Eleanor, who turned around, slowly opened her mouth.

Then, in front of everyone's shocked gazes, Charles's bleeding body quickly twisted and reorganized. A silver light flashed, and a girl with sky-blue hair slowly climbed up from the pool of blood.

Ciel looked down at the blood on her body that was constantly being pulled into bloody threads leaving her clothes and skin, and a strong impulse surged into her mind.

Why bother?

The "instigator" had to bleed for several hours to get the same amount of blood as the servant of God.

The second time the Dark Saint was summoned, it was not a ceremony presided over by the "Subverter".

Now, I am in charge, and I have put in the blood of almost one and a half people. My blood is definitely enough, but the proportion of my blood is too small, so the things I summon may not be easy to control.

But what if we add overlimit?

What if I bet I could command it?

Anyway, it seems that Tara is about to lose control of the situation.

Come directly!

Charles pulled out the pocket watch with her right hand and swung it. The watch chain quickly wrapped around her fingers, and finally the pocket watch fell steadily into her palm. Then she turned the gear in the center.

【Overrun gear】

Spiritual Calling

This is what a "gambler" is like. He doesn't care about his life when gambling.

Click——click click——

The central gear spun rapidly, emitting a brilliant silver light. The silver cracks, accompanied by a shattering sound, spread from the pocket watch all the way to Charles' right arm.

Ding--

A sound like a crystal breaking was heard, and silver blood flowed down the crack, forming silver blood threads that quickly infected the blood formation and other blood threads.

The Silver Blood Formation quickly took shape, and the shattering quickly spread to the members of the Holy Coming Sect standing in the center of the Silver Blood Formation, and their bodies quickly collapsed.

Even the statue of the goddess trembled in this terrifying wave.

Countless amounts of blood gushed out from the cultists whose bodies had collapsed, and quickly turned into silver. The members of the Holy Advent Sect died suddenly and painlessly in just a short moment.

Countless silver blood threads twisted and coiled above the goddess statue, forming a silver vortex.

In just less than ten seconds, the vortex was fully formed - this was something that had never happened in previous spiritual summons.

"Goddess...what is that..."

The terrifying pressure fell upon everyone, and some bishops of the Savior Goddess Church could not help but take a few steps back... This was their subconscious and irresistible fear.