The faceless felt a chill all over her body, how... how could it be?

She swallowed her mouth and lowered her voice, "What's the joke you're making, I'm Volt."

It is impossible to be so coincidental, the other party just knew herself, so many mercenaries in the camp, can she remember everyone's name?

There was a smile on the back, “Yes?I never knew that magic could be brought together in men.Either you are a witch who mixes into the camp, or you are a very rare witch.But no matter what answer, it can’t be the “Volt” you’re talking about.There is no such thing as an alien to you among the soldiers of the First Army."

Can this man see the power of demons?Afra’s heart had sunk to the bottom, and she knew why she had been found, that there were more than four witches in the camp, and that the woman behind her was also a witch, and possessed the ability to resemble the true eye.In the Church’s Magician, the ability to record this—it is one of hundreds of derivative abilities—that does not conflict with the power of the Lord.

They don’t see people around you approaching, so... the other side’s main ability is to hide the body shape.

“Now kneel down and carry your back with your hands on your back, and I can spare your life,” she said, “do as I say!”

The mercenaries were still fighting on the periphery, and did not notice the scene in the central open space, but the four witches by the campfire had noticed the anomaly on this side and had turned their eyes to it, "What happened to the Nightingale?"

This was the last chance, and Afra realized that she was good at assassination rather than front-facing combat, especially without wearing the stone of divine punishment, and that it was not superior to deal with strange witches.It’s okay for the flying witch to run away, but the witch who can cure the plague must die here, or she will pose a serious threat to the church’s plans.

There is, of course, the possibility that after killing each other, she will not be able to escape, and she can't help but feel it in her heart, but it will soon be calm - the church has sacrificed many good soldiers to resist the devil from hell in order to unify the four countries, and if she can fill in a sum of money for this goal, it is also a matter of pride.

She believed that Heather would not forget herself, and that the future scriptures would also have her own name.

"Don't come here," cried the Witch, who was called the Nightingale behind you, "here—"

At this moment, she suddenly became angry, turned and raised her elbow to hit the other person's arm, and at the same time bowed her head to avoid the weapon stabbed herself - no one could pay full attention when talking, so she would hold her breath and say that this was what the trainer repeatedly taught her, on the contrary, wanted to get out or attack was not ready, and the best thing when the other person spoke.

The organ hidden in the sleeve is also triggered in the first time, a white powder sprayed back - this alchemy powder can release a lot of heat after encountering water, if you enter the eyes or mouth can make the other party instantly lose combat.Even if she didn’t get the powder, it was enough for her to be busy for a while.

Then Afra pounced on the four witches by the bonfire, and a blond woman flew up in an instant, while the oldest looking witch stood in front of the other two.She drew out a sharp short sword and stabbed the leading man directly - anyway, the three people who could not escape would die at her hands, and there was no need to distinguish between the following.

Just as the short sword pierced into each other's bodies, Afra saw an incredible sight.

A white shadow appeared in front of her side, and the eyes under her hood flashed with anger, and there was nothing before.

Is it the nightingale behind you?

Why did that kind of close-range powder eruption not affect her at all?The faceless man could hardly believe his eyes, only to see her hands raised to herself, the silver-flattering weapon burst out of a flame, the body was pushed hard by what force, suddenly lost balance, and fell back to the ground.No, and... the two wanted to solve it, and Avra wanted to get up and pull out her sword to stab the next witch, only to find it very difficult to raise her hand, and her consciousness quickly blurred.

Sadly, she had one last thought in her mind.

...

After the nightingale opened its gun, she remained in place, watching the soldier who had been hit in the chest fall, and his body began to twist and contract, slowly returning to the appearance of a strange woman.

It was the first time she had killed a witch.

It was not until Lily cried anxiously that the Nightingale returned to God.

Repressing the surging emotions in her heart, she put away her gun and ran back to Wendy.

“Where did it hurt?”

"It's all right, there's no pain," Wendy waved, signaling that everyone should not panic, "and there should be no stab in it."

“Is the protective clothing working?”

“I think it should be,” she said, unbuttoning her chest, and saw the slender sword hanging on the side of her dress, and as the coat was open, the short sword slipped out of the hole and fell to the ground, and there was no blood on the tip of the sword.The protective clothing only broke a small hole in the outer fabric, while the soft inner layer was still intact.

"You... you really scared me to death," Lily grew out of her mouth, and her feet were softly sitting on the ground, "Don't rush up and help me with the sword!"I don’t need you to do this for me – me, me, me...”

"Well," Wendy touched her head, "isn't I all right?"

Lily shrugged her head, buried in the former's chest, and hummedly hummed.

"I was also frightened, just in front of me, and forgot to use my own abilities," Wendy shook her head. "If she blows a strong wind, she should not stab me."

“Because you rarely fight people, it’s normal to react,” Nightingale said.

"It's good to have protective clothing," he said, looking frightened after his face, "or it's dangerous this time."

Before leaving, His Royal Highness Luo sent each witch a special vest and asked them not to take off the dress at any time.It was very lightly dressed, that it looked a little thick, and seemed to be divided into many layers—His Highness said that each layer of silk was painted with a sky coating of Sorova, extremely flexible, difficult to be pierced by sharp things, and excellent defense against swords and bows.Without it to help stop this thorn, Wendy would have been difficult to survive Nanawa's treatment.

The lightning slowly landed next to the dead witch, “Why did she attack us?”Aren’t we... the same kind?”

The nightingale stared at the lifeless woman, unable to speak for a long time... The other side's eyes were closed, the long blue hair scattered on the ground, the expression was quiet, and it did not seem to feel too much pain.However, she could not forget that when the other party flew to Wendy, there was no hesitation in her eyes, only decisive and natural.It’s as if she’s not killing people, but practicing her life’s ideas.Perhaps in her heart, this is the right behavior.

"No," sighed the Nightingale lightly, "she is not our kind... just a sad man."(Unfinished.