The sun slowly sinks into the mountains, and night falls to the west.

The envoys found an open field not far from the road and set up their tents.

A bonfire soon rose in the middle of the tent, and the warriors took off their armor, stretched their tired bodies, and sat around the campfire, boiling water and cooking porridge.

Eretia entered the tent with a basin of hot water, "Lord Priest, please wash your face." ”

"Thank you. Mira smiled and nodded, dipping the towel in the water. "We'll be able to get to the border town tomorrow, and we've had a hard time. ”

"It's nothing compared to dealing with evil beasts," she replied, "but I'm impressed by your riding skills, and I thought the priests were not good at traveling far." ”

"Haha, I'm not a natural priest, and it was common to ride horses when I was a trader. Mila wiped the dust and sweat off her face with a towel and handed the basin to the samurai, "You can wash it too." How's it going, are you feeling better now?"

"What?" said Eretia, stunned.

"The matter of the Divine Punishment Army," the priest smiled and shook his head, "Your mood is on your face, because of Abrams's words." ”

"......" she took the basin and did not answer.

"We will encounter many difficulties and challenges, and if we do not cross these thresholds, not only the church, but the whole world will suffer. In order to fend off those terrible enemies, sometimes sacrifice is necessary. "It's a dilemma, but don't forget the proverbs of the church. ”

"The lesser of two evils. Eretia whispered.

"Yes, the cost is worth it depending on the purpose. On top of that, the transformation ritual of the Divine Punishment Army is completely voluntary. When Abrams' brother decided to become a punisher, he was ready to die for the church. It was a noble ideal, and his name would be inscribed on the Monument of Glory and passed down with the glory of the Church. ”

"Thank you for your guidance," Eretia said with her right hand to her chest, "I feel so much better." ”

The priest was right, they all dedicated their lives to the glory of the gods, and no matter what the outcome, the Divine Punishment Army at least followed their own beliefs. Thinking of this, she felt that the depression in her chest had dissipated a lot.

"If only I could help you," Milla chuckled, "let's go out for dinner, they should be ready." Seriously, I've been drinking porridge lately, and my tongue can't tell the taste. ”

"Fortunately, today is the last day," said Eretia with a smile, "and tomorrow we should be able to enjoy the lord's personal hospitality and a sumptuous dinner." ”

After a bland dinner, the presiding judge selected the night watchman for tonight, and the inquisition warriors who had not been assigned to the task went into their tents and went to bed early. Eretia was no exception, and she and the priest returned to the tent, extinguished the oil lamp, and covered the bed.

I don't know how long later, just as she was in a daze, she suddenly heard a slight muffled sound in her ears - as if something had fallen to the ground. Soon, it was a second time.

This time, she also heard the sound of the armor touching the ground, not obvious, but it was by no means an illusion.

Her eyes snapped open.

Turning over and getting up, Eretia quickly grabbed the two-handed sword beside him, slowly leaned to the edge of the tent, and was about to lift a corner to watch the situation, when the roar of the presiding judge was heard from the other side, "Enemy attack! Warriors, meet it!" The roar broke the silence of the night, and the camp instantly boiled.

And then there was a loud bang!

The presiding judge's voice stopped abruptly.

She no longer hesitated, and rushed out of the tent with a tumble, only to see the presiding judge's great sword split in half...... Not only his sword, but also the presiding judge himself was split, blood rushing to the sky, and in the light of the bonfire, he knelt weakly, his body parted to the sides, and slowly fell at the feet of a woman.

The attacker was the woman with a strange greatsword, shrouded in black robes and her hood covering her face. In the shadow of the brim of her hat, Eretia could only see a pair of golden pupils glistening.

Two more Inquisitors rushed forward, but their resistance was futile in the face of the terrible weapon. The enemy took a samurai with a single slash, and then split it with a sword. The loud bang came from the moment the weapons intersected, sparks and debris overflowed, followed by the sound of blades rubbing against flesh and bones. The nightmarish sound made the samurai's blood almost freeze.

"It's a witch!" exclaimed.

She was the only enemy...... Those who dare to attack the Inquisitors on their own have no other possibility than the Fallen who have gained the power of the devil!

"Take the priest away!" a calm voice suddenly sounded in Arethea's ear.

She turned her head to see that it was Abrams.

"You're going to want me to leave my companions behind?" said Eretia's eyes widened.

"Otherwise, you'll just die here meaninglessly, don't you understand!" he frowned and roared, "The other party is not afraid of the Divine Punishment Stone, only the transcendent have such abilities." I will do my best to stop her, you take the priest and walk in the direction of Changge Fortress!Remember to take the main road, and call for help immediately when you encounter a camped caravan!" After saying that, he rushed towards the enemy with his sword.

Transcendental, she took a breath, according to legend, only the Divine Punishment Army could fight them, and if they encountered a transcendent witch, they should immediately ask for help from the local church. Eretia knew that they were right, and that staying here would only cost them nothing.

Five teammates had fallen on the field, and the remaining Judgment Samurai changed their tactics and used tents and terrain to fight in order to buy a little more time. But she knew that in the face of transcendents far superior to them in strength and speed, it was only a matter of time before they were destroyed.

She gritted her teeth, rushed into the tent, pulled Mira, who had already put on her shoes and waited for news, and ran towards the place where the horse was tethered.

"What's going on?" the priest asked in a deep voice.

"The Transcendents have attacked the camp!I must take you out!" she flipped on, "Please hurry!"

However, if you run wildly on the potholed avenue, it is easy to trip and break the horse's legs. If you jog, you won't be able to run far before you will be caught up by the enemy.

Eretia decided to let the horses run down the avenue, while she and the priest sneaked into the woods by the roadside. It's not easy to find them without firelight.

As the clashing of weapons faded away, she took Mira's hand, discerning her surroundings by the dim moonlight, and went deeper and deeper away from the avenue, perhaps encountering a beast or a poisonous snake, but it was better than a witch.

It wasn't until the two of them stumbled to a position close to the Desperate Mountains that Eretia breathed a sigh of relief, and the other party didn't seem to be in pursuit, except for the tiresome birdsong overhead, and there was silence all around.

"What are we going to do next?" asked Mira.

At this time, she still didn't seem too flustered, and this composure made Eretia admire, "My lord, we can find a leeward place here, spend the night for a while, and wait until dawn to return to the Changge Fortress for support." ”

"Don't you go to the border town to take refuge? It will take at least one day and one night to go back from here. ”

"No need," Elethia shook her head, "It's too coincidental for the Transcendents to come, I suspect that the lord has already been in cahoots with witches, and it's too dangerous to go to town now." ”

"You have a point—" She froze, her eyes looking straight behind the warrioress.

Eretia's heart sank, and she turned her head to see the black-robed woman slowly emerging from the dark shadows of the trees, her eyes shining like stars. An owl hovered down and landed on her shoulder. (To be continued.) )