After quickly going over all this in his mind, Hitzfeld no longer hesitated, raised one hand to cover his veil, and walked towards the church with his sleeves waving.
There were two black-robed nuns standing at the door. They looked a little horrified when they saw her. They said to her, "This... Sister Hashem... There are some guests in the hall. They want you to explain what happened in Port Inian and Sister Tamo."
You're not acting here under someone's control, but you really care about me.
It was a bit surprising, because after Hitzfeld took control of the temple, she had never paid much attention to these nuns, nor had she expressed any degree of closeness or concern for any of them. She didn't understand why someone would still remember her kindness.
Maybe it was because her eyes were too beautiful - as many people praised, their ability to express emotions was too strong. The two little nuns spontaneously understood her doubts and added: "This... because we can see that Sister Hashem is a good person..."
"How did you guys figure that out?"
"Because we have Sister Tamo as a comparison!" one of them said, "Sister Tamo always controlled us when she was in power. She wanted to take away our emotions and consciousness and use us as pure tools. Everyone has a set healing target every day. If you fail to complete it, you will be punished. It seems that everyone is under coercion. There is no sense of accomplishment in this kind of healing."
"But Sister Hasim doesn't care about these things. You never issue such tasks. Although you have executed Sister Tamo and Sister... who disrespected you, you have only killed those few people so far. It's not that we are so smart, but... we think these are easy to see..."
That's because my attention was focused on something else: two silly girls.
As soon as she sighed inwardly, Hitzfeld immediately felt a little strange. Because the truth about the Savior Sisters...she knew these two little nuns, and they might not be like this originally.
But it seems that there are some Savior Sisters who are not bad by nature?
That's right... The Church of the Mother of Savior transformed them into this in order to continuously absorb believers and exclude utilitarians like Hashem. I believe that there are also people who joined with the mentality of saving people. I can't overturn all of them.
After thinking for a moment, she said to the two, "There will be a conflict next, you'd better stay away from the temple."
The mysterious factor can bring out the emotions and thoughts of those who practice mystery. It cannot reach the level of mind reading, but it is enough for Hitzfeld to be sure that they have no bad intentions.
After sending the two away, Hitzfeld walked through the gate without any verification as they looked back in horror. He followed the route he took the first time he came in and came to the hall. He saw a person lying in the middle of the hall.
It's Sister Monia.
The old nun was in a miserable condition at this time. Her limbs had disappeared. Beside her was a group of "hounds" wrapped in black mist, numbering 13 in total. They were tearing and fighting for a broken human leg.
Hitzfeld narrowed his eyes, continued walking forward, and stopped one meter in front of Mona.
There were "hounds" who wanted to attack her along the way, but when they got close to her, especially when they really saw her with their glowing red eyes, they felt an amazing pressure from her. Several hounds that had originally intended to block the road were forced to retreat and bypass her.
"Hasim... Lord..."
Sister Monia kept her eyes open. She heard familiar footsteps approaching from afar, tilted her head, and finally saw the reflection clearly.
The reason she survived was not because the "Hound" was not interested in human internal organs and brains, but because someone deliberately wanted to keep her alive and use her miserable condition to stimulate him.
To be honest, Monia didn't understand the meaning of this... She had only known Sister Hashem for a few days? With the resolute temper she showed, she probably wouldn't even frown even if she was crushed into a paste.
But that didn't stop her from being sure that she was going to die.
Think about it, what was the reason for joining the church in the first place? It seems to be because I saw my brother being eaten.
The naive child Jizi didn't understand the principle of survival and thought that anything that could talk could be trusted. He was tricked into opening the door and two of the three members of his family died.
Instead, it was I who made the mistake who survived. Isn't this ridiculous?
So at first I wanted to punish myself.
To punish her stupid and ignorant self, she was willing to abandon her past identity and even her natural body... Only she herself knew how happy she was after the body change. It was a feeling of rebirth, but there was also a strong sense of guilt that urged her to heal people's wounds and illnesses.
"Who ordered this?" Hitzfeld asked, looking down at her.
A black veil, a black veil, and an extra single eye mask, her entire face was almost hidden in the dark shadows, with only one blue eye conveying pressure.
Before Hasim could answer, a sound of breaking air was heard from behind.
The mysterious factor outlined the enemy's appearance. It was a thing almost as tall as a locomotive, with condensed muscles piled all over its body. The lumps spread all the way to the four tentacles, and the tips of the tentacles formed thin biomass blades - the opponent wanted to cut off her legs and arms with one blow.
She stood still without moving, because Hitzfeld knew that something would help her intercept.
"boom!"
"what!"
There was a muffled sound, followed by a scream mixed with surprise, something was pulled out in the darkness, and then a whisper came from the deeper shadows around it.
"The Temple is helping her?"
"Am I blind—"
"What did she do to the Temple?"
"Those iron-lump bastards are lying to us!"
"'Iron-lump bastard'?" Hitzfeld's heart moved and he turned to the direction where the voice came from.
"Can I ask who they are specifically?"
"No need." A well-dressed middle-aged gentleman walked out from there, "Because you will soon become like her."
Meanwhile Hitzfeld caught more whispers.
"The Temple needs to help her, find a way to make her sleep!"
"I know! Don't rush me!"
"Yako can't delay for too long! The seventh-level alienation has been blown away. You don't want to face it yourself, do you?"
"You idiots... that's why she behaved like this because you threatened her. Can't you just not get too close? Can't you just buy time?"
Want to delay time?
Hitzfeld pursed his lips and rushed to the opposite side.
The middle-aged gentleman's pupils contracted - from this angle he could see a large, distorted shadow falling behind her to escort her all the way. He would have to be crazy to prove himself against this thing!
But there was no time for him to escape, so he raised his staff and swept it across his lower body, trying to incapacitate the girl first.
Hitzfeld jumped over - it couldn't even be said to have jumped, it was as if she had known what the other party would do and took two quick steps in advance, and she easily avoided this swift attack.
What the hell… ?
The other party's expression became more and more surprised, and he continued to wave his cane to touch her body, but he found that she seemed to be able to predict the future and always managed to dodge all the attacks.
This is impossible!
The middle-aged man was going crazy. He didn't understand why he was getting this result even though his movements were faster.
Actually, it’s because of the mysterious factor.
As a practitioner on the mysterious path, he inevitably has to stand on the grid composed of mysterious factors. His every move and the strong intention he uses to control his body will also be transmitted through them.
And Hitzfeld - the first person to discover her great improvement in skills was actually Le Ang. During the investigation of the Shadow Poison Needle case, she once threw Le Ang away, relying on the "Dragon Girl Skills" she experienced in the Dragon Kingdom adventure.
That dragon girl...her name seemed to be Al-something-Na. Her fighting skills really opened her eyes at the time.
She vaguely felt that that was not the limit of the skill, and there were even stronger applications beyond that. However, due to certain conditions, even the Dragon Girl could not use them.
She didn't know what it was, but she could just feel its presence.
And now she found that she seemed to be able to understand the technique.
It's almost like reading first, combining that kind of tactics with seeing through the action.
Yes, they must be matched like this, it is most suitable to use them together!
"boom!"
He inadvertently stretched out his leg and tripped the middle-aged man who was taking a step forward. Immediately, a cluster of hanging tentacles pounced on him and lashed him away like a huge whip.
"Ah ah ah ah ah--"
The middle-aged man howled while flying in the sky, his clothes torn and his body mutated. When he landed, he had turned into a monster demon with his arms and torso stretched out, and an extra twenty or thirty pairs of arms extending from both sides of the torso, like a giant centipede, with torn lips and open sharp teeth, and his winding body flew back.
At the same time, the monster that was blown away in the first attack also came back. It was a man who landed on the ground with his hands and feet in reverse, but had an extra pair of "hands and feet" growing from the front of his torso. Looking closely, the recurved hands and feet he used to walk had seriously degenerated and become as short as the short legs of a caterpillar. On the contrary, his whole body was muscular, and the four new hands and feet evolved into something close to tentacles, and they also charged at the girl from the side.
Hitzfeld was not in a hurry. He first controlled the large tentacle lent to her by the temple to pull the thing away for the second time. At this moment, the middle-aged "centipede" showed an ecstatic expression, because now she no longer had the protection of the tentacles. He immediately stretched out seven or eight long arms to grab her body.
But what he didn't expect was that almost at the same time when the large tentacle of the cathedral was pulled out, the twisted tentacle - if it could be counted, it was probably at the "elbow" of the tentacle - suddenly swelled up a mass of wriggling flesh, the flesh exploded and drilled out of the bone, and then nerves and muscles quickly climbed up it, and suddenly a human arm that was thicker and more powerful than his seven or eight hands put together appeared from there, and punched him hard in the face.
“……” His face was almost hit into the chest by the punch.
The entire upper body stood up, and the long and huge body was flipped over at once. The flat tail was lying on the ground and swept over due to inertia, but Hitzfeld dodged it with an elegant little jump.
Suddenly, the floor in front of her eyes was covered with shadows, and a dark mass of something like living mud rose from behind, forming the shape of a veil and pressing towards her.
She did not panic at all and dodged a bone spur that was flying towards her. The mud monster suddenly stopped when it was about to hug her.
"what?"
There was a cry of surprise from the shadows behind, and the next second the mud monster was seen exploding with a bang in a cloud of ice powder and mist, almost shattering into ice chips all over the ground.
"What it is!"
"I have no idea!"
The deadly ice needle was intended to kill as soon as it appeared. Hitzfeld made it move in a compass shape around himself, and in the darkness, the sound of two ice crystals exploding was heard.
So she could no longer hear any whispers.
"Puchi!" At the same time, the huge tentacle of the temple had split into two under her control. One pierced through the chest of the four-legged demon and was absorbing his flesh and blood, while the other one wrapped around the centipede monster, almost breaking his bones.
At this point, in just a dozen seconds, four of the four attackers were killed and one was seriously injured, and she herself didn't even sweat.
Is this still a human being?
The remaining survivors hid in the shadows and dared not make any noise, for fear that the damn ice needle would smell the sound and chase after them.
If penetrated, it means death. No matter how alienated the body is, it cannot stop it. In their eyes, this thing is even more terrifying than the Blood Temple.
"It's done!"
Someone suddenly shouted, and the wandering ice needles immediately turned around and dived towards that direction.
"idiot!"
Perhaps his companions saw this and started cursing. They rushed forward to try to block it, but were pierced and their bodies exploded.
The shouting black shadow turned around and tried to run, but was chased and pierced through the head, and fell to the ground and shattered into ice chips.
But they did do something. In Hitzfeld's perception, the Blood Temple's huge consciousness gradually became blurred and seemed a little listless. After three seconds, it simply "disconnected" from her, as if it had been hypnotized.
It fell asleep.
The large tentacle under her control suddenly drooped down powerlessly, and the flesh and blood barrier that was concentrating the area of the hall at her instruction also stopped wriggling.
They should be killed first.
Hitzfeld frowned slightly.
But they seemed to have changed their positions... and this was also her first time to personally engage in such a high-intensity battle. Such an achievement was already an above-average performance, but she couldn't expect more.
Then the next step is the torture situation...
She strode towards the middle-aged centipede, and the "hounds" blocking her way fell to the ground as she passed by.
Their senses are much sharper than humans'. They can sense her position on this road and have not intended to take action since the battle broke out until now.
"boom!"
Hitzfeld stopped and heard gunshots, then saw sparks coming out of the floor tiles in front of him.
It’s not that easy after all…
She tilted her head slightly and saw several figures standing on the second floor platform diagonally above her. She slowly said, "What should I call you?"
"Mechanical Apostle?"
"Or the undead?"
"It seems you have guessed it all."
A figure stepped forward, revealing his broad shoulders and chin. He could be seen holding a miniature machine gun, which made Hitzfeld's eyebrows jump.
There were several small bottles hanging on her belt, which contained defensive flesh and blood spells that had been prepared in advance using alchemical methods.
But shit... Which bone shield or blood puppet spell can block the Gatling cannon?
Now she understood why Agor Marian and his men gave her the impression of being "very strong" but were still easily killed. It was because the firepower of both sides was completely unequal, and under the firepower suppression, they could only become targets.
"We don't mean to kill you, Princess."
Butt Chin said steadily.
"Since you've figured out some things, I won't keep you in suspense. But we actually lack this opportunity, the chance to sit together and get to know each other."
"so what."
"So we hope you won't resist. You can still be a princess of the kingdom of God."
"What if I said no."
