For the first time, Garcia saw the horrors of the transcendent.

Her weapon was obviously just an ordinary one-handed sword, but the soul-boosting oppression broke out between her hands, and every blow on the shield was as heavy as a giant sword of two hands, and after two or three, Garcia's arm could no longer be lifted, and then he was crushed by a blow from the bottom up.

After recovering, the Queen of the blue water completely gave up the defense, and in the middle of the thought, a bed and a bow appeared in front of her.She pulled the pull, and shot out not the iron spear, but several cans of Stygian black water.Jie Luo squandered the jar, but was drenched by black water.The evil fire crystals soaked in the jar come into contact with the air, quickly smoke and burn, turning the pure into a pillar of fire.

However, the next trick will not work, the other side using far more than ordinary people's speed around the flower pool to move quickly, and the bed can not turn around, Garcia only rely on the stone wall and the iron railings covered with sharps to stop the action of the pure, the flowers placed in the garden one by one into explosives filled with snow powder, and sometimes the ground will suddenly fall, forming a deadly trap.

After killing each other several times, Garcia found that her breathing gradually became heavy, the bean-sized sweat fell from her forehead, and the dizziness in her head almost made her unable to stand.

"Well done," the reborn of Jellow did not take advantage of the attack, but patted the palm of your hand, "you can do this step has surprised me, but forgot to tell you that although in this world, you can change the environment and the venue by your own consciousness, but it consumes far more energy than the creation of a space ... even on the same as the resurrection."You should feel the weakness and exhaustion of your body, and perhaps the next time you die, it will be a complete sleep."

"Ha, that's better than the neck," said Garcia, taking a few breaths, "and you seem to have forgotten the screams you made when you were just burned by the evil fire, how many times have you died in this round?"Three or four?I don't think you'll hold on longer than me."

“Since I became a purer,” said Gerarrow, “since I became a pure one, the church has done a lot for me, from seeing and learning combat skills to feeding the judgment army to improve my abilities.Those who judge the samurai knew that they would sacrifice for it, but they still happily stepped into the battlefield of the soul.In the world of consciousness, they hone my skills in a desperate way, and then accept death with peace of mind, and pass on their own feelings and experiences to me.”

Garcia did not interrupt her, perhaps the other party was delaying, but she did need to rest for a while.

“I have also swallowed up a transcendent man whose power is frightening—I nearly lost in the battle of souls, but in the end I overcame her with the weapons of the devil and got everything from her.Due to the different nature of magic, I cannot really transform into a transcendent or to exert the power of other engulfed witches, but in the world of consciousness, these are not difficult.Very few people threatened me, and for more than two hundred years I had swallowed up I could not remember much about myself.I have experienced all the pain, joy, sorrow, joy in this world as I have experienced it myself...” She paused, “including death.”

“What do you want to say?”Garcia frowned.

"The gap between you and me," answered Jairo calmly, "the superposition of many souls makes my will extremely strong."If I had to measure the number of deaths, I think I would be able to bear at least a hundred deaths.”

"I'll help you prove it."She sneered twice, but her heart sank... The other person's appearance was not like a bluff, and when she killed the guard cleanly at the dock, she could see that the pure did indeed have fighting skills that did not match the age.If so, you must have a more powerful weapon... Think about what makes it easy to kill an experienced witch?

"The battle of the soul is not a contest of imagination," said Jairo, who saw through her thoughts, "you can't make yourself out of thin air, and you can't summon the weapons of ancient legends... What you have not experienced you can't create, what you see and know is the key to winning and losing."

"I'll fill the whole garden with fierce snow powder, so you can't hide from it," said Garcia coldly, "even if you die, at least you can drag you together!"

“Even if the result is meaningless?”The pure man looked at her with compassion, "If so, let me show you the true power of the church."

A red light appeared behind Gerai, and then condensed into a monstrous chariot, their shape so large that they directly crushed the walls of the garden.The two metal sharp spears sticking out of his head reminded Garcia of the report of the wolf king's guard - a never-before-seen crossbow was attacking the wall, whether it was a range or a power, was the guard talking about this huge thing in front of him?

Then she heard a buzz.

The stout spear rod crossed the layers of obstacles set up by Garcia, and she could see the organs and blood she shed when she flew back.

The chariots continued to fire unstoppable spears, and soon repeated the same death after recovery, she was unable to even create snow powder to die with the enemy, the continuous severe pain made her consciousness gradually blurred, the earth began to tremble, there were cracks in the sky, under the lightning thunder, the garden ignited a raging fire.

"Strong will can only delay failure, not change the outcome," said Jairo, closing her eyes, "you have persisted long enough, rest in peace."

The voice fell, and the whole world broke apart.

...

“It’s over?”Isabella skimmed, “Shouldn’t it be done in an instant?”I've been back to what I was, but I didn't say a word for half a day... I thought you had failed."

"In her memory, I found something interesting," said Jairo, opening her eyes.

“Oh?Is there anything that can make you feel sorry for?”Isabella carelessly said, "That strange alchemy powder, should you find it?"

"Well, the alchemist calls it strong snow powder, and the composition is quite simple, and it's a common thing in the workshop."

"Then hurry back to the holy city and restore life to Oberleine," she exhaled, "and the battle will last at least three or four days, but without the leader and the witch, the remnant has not threatened the divine chastity."

“Let’s go,” Jair nodded.

“Wait...” Isabella stopped her.

“What happened?”

Is it an illusion, obviously there is no change in her appearance and before, but why do you always feel that those light red eyes are different?Isabella looked at each other for a moment, then shook her head, "No... nothing."

Maybe you want more yourself.(Unfinished.