She then picked up the Inquisitor's sword, stabbed Farion to death, and split the other Inquisitor in half, breaking the blade into several pieces. But the whistle alarmed the whole monastery, and many people came to this place with oil lamps, and she stripped off Farian's clothes and put them on herself, picked up the weapons of the other man, and walked alone towards the swarming guards. ”

"I sat in a room covered in blood for a long time before I came to my senses. One of the dead was in charge of the keys to the various entrances and exits of the monastery, and I pulled the keys out of my scattered clothes, and at the same time stripped them of the Divine Punishment Stone—I didn't know what the stone was for at the time, but I thought that its crystal clear appearance might sell it for some money. The priests, guards, and inquisitors of the monastery were all attracted by her, and I walked almost unhindered to the unknown small door on the side of the backyard, tried the key, and finally opened the small door and left the monastery. ”

"Later, only one stone was bought, and the rest were snatched away, so I relied on the dozen or so silver wolves and wandered all the way to Haifeng County before stopping. Two years later, in the winter, I also awakened as a witch. Wendy paused, "That's all my story." ”

Nightingale held the other party's hand and was silent for a long time before speaking, "What about the woman from the ceremonial class?"

"Maybe he died, maybe he fled. I inquired later, and the church said that there was a fire at the monastery at that time and then closed it. No one knows, and no one cares where the girls in it go. They are all outcasts. ”

Nightingale let out a long sigh and hugged Wendy into her arms, "Now you have us. Sleep, Wendy. ”

It was a long time before she replied softly, "Hmm......"

The next day, when Roland yawned and stepped through the office door, he saw Nightingale sitting at the table with a serious face waiting for him.

"Hmm, what's going on?"

"Have you ever heard of the Transcendent?" she asked in a deep voice.

Seeing the prince shake his head, Nightingale repeated the story Wendy had told her last night, "If it weren't for the awakening, I would hardly imagine that an underage woman could easily kill the heavily armed Inquisition. ”

"A witch who is not subject to the Divine Punishment Stone......" Roland thought for a moment after hearing this, remembering the category he had classified the witch's abilities, "Is she a self-enhanced witch?"

"Self-...... What type?"

Roland pulled a piece of paper from the drawer and handed it to her, "I've made a basic classification based on the way you use your magic. The Enhanced Self-Type Witch consumes mana and transforms herself all the time, and this change is not affected by the Divine Punishment Stone. While the physical fitness of the average witch is also improved by containing mana, the enhanced witch is more prominent. If I'm not mistaken, the scroll should also belong to the transcendent in the eyes of the church.

"Scrolls?" Nightingale was stunned, "but she ......"

"But she's not good at fighting, is she? Roland said with a smile, "This classification is not judged by strength or weakness, and it is not necessarily completely correct, but it is just my personal thoughts and speculations." A power-strengthening witch can indeed cause a lot of trouble for the church. Without the Stone of Punishment, she can choose to kill the Inquisitor squad, or single-handedly take out churches in small towns. However, a person's power is limited after all, and the witches who awaken to their own enhanced type must be fewer than the other two types, otherwise the witches will hunt down the church in turn. Although he said it easily, when he thought of the two pills, one red and one black, he had a faint uneasy premonition in his heart.

No matter how few transcendents there are, there should always be so many or so in the past hundred years, right? As long as there are two or three power-enhancing types among them, they can disturb the church. For example, every year during the Demon Month, when the church concentrates all its energy on the Hermes Line, it wantonly clears the church facilities in other cities and kills the churches, priests, and priests together, so that in a few years, the number of believers in the church will be greatly reduced.

However, apart from the transcendent one that Wendy happened to meet, Roland never heard of a witch attacking the church, and even the convent where Wendy lived as a child was covered by a fire, and the whereabouts of the women in the priesthood were unknown.

The Church was absolutely unwilling to sit still, he thought, perhaps they already had the means to fight the Transcendental, and these two pills were one of them.

Either way, let's test the effect of the pill first.

Thinking of this, Roland called the guards outside the door and told him to go to the prison to extract a prisoner, and summoned Carter with him.

The test site was arranged outside the city walls.

Just in case, Roland brought in four groups of soldiers from the First Army, who formed a circle around the test site and were on guard with guns.

On the city walls, in addition to him and the nightingale, stood Anna and Nanava. As long as there are no Punishment Stones, Anna's turquoise wall of fire is enough to keep her safe. Nanawa provides the quickest treatment.

"No problem, right?" Roland leaned over and asked Carter Lannis, who was moving his muscles below, "Don't take your opponent lightly. ”

"Rest assured, Your Highness," Carter said, helmeting down, "your chief knight is not in vain. Moreover, the other party used a wooden sword, so there was no possibility of hurting me at all. ”

The test subject was a death row prisoner who had robbed and murdered, and Roland didn't like to play the game of avoiding death by performing meritorious service, and he bluntly told the prisoner that if he sacrificed his life for the test, his family would receive a reward of five golden dragons. The other party hesitated for a moment and agreed to this condition.

Carter originally hoped that the other party would put on armor and pick up the iron sword to have a fair fight with him, but Roland refused without hesitation. If the condemned prisoner uses a sharp weapon, the danger will increase exponentially, and if the knight's head is cut off, Nanawa will not be able to save him. As for not wearing armor, it was in itself to test the pain tolerance of the black pill.

After the prisoner took the two pills, the expression on his face quickly changed, the green tendons on his forehead and arms burst out, his skin showed deep red, and his breathing became rapid. He grabbed his wooden sword and lunged at the waiting knight, as fast as a running wolf, and the dirt under his feet was trampled out of small pits.

Carter also looked a little surprised, but he still took a step sideways and slashed with his sword in his hand. This will force the opponent to change direction, or else the blade will be cut into the ribs.

The opponent is nothing more than a murderer, and he has not undergone any combat training other than a ruthless body. Unsurprisingly, he threw himself into the air, a deep cut in his chest, and blood flowed out. The injury was enough to affect the movement of half of his body, but he looked unconcerned, turned and lunged at the knight again. Carter's old trick was repeated, but this time there was a slight change, when the two passed by, the prisoner turned around and swung the wooden sword towards the knight's position with one hand, this awkward posture should not be afraid of threat, but the moment the wooden sword swept out, the knight only saw a phantom, he subconsciously raised his sword to block, and the powerful impact force shocked him to take two steps back. The wooden sword was also broken.

"A little strength," Carter shook his hand, "give him a sword, and come again." ”

Instead of taking the wooden sword thrown by the soldier, the prisoner suddenly turned around and charged in the direction of the Hidden Forest, and in the blink of an eye his speed was beyond the reach of ordinary people—like a galloping wild horse, he crossed his hands in front of him and slammed into a soldier who was about to raise his gun and fire. The latter let out a miserable scream, and the person was knocked into the air and flew up, at this time the other soldiers had already pulled the trigger, and a few blood splashes appeared from the back of the prisoner, but the speed was still unabated, and he quickly rushed out of the encirclement, and ran out more than ten meters in a few breaths.

"Don't let him run," shouted Carter, "lead my horse!"

Before the knight could turn over and get on his horse, the prisoner suddenly shook and looked at his abdomen in disbelief, and a slash opened diagonally across the abdominal cavity, and hot intestines rolled out.

Turning his head slowly, a woman in white appeared behind him at some point, holding a silver dagger in her hand. (To be continued.) )