Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 134 Fanatic

Sister Vespe could no longer remember how long she had been fighting.

Inside the Demon Tower, even the most tenacious warriors would feel tired. All around was the red of blood and the black of the abyss. Demons poured out like water droplets on the wall when the weather turned south. The crushed purple-red flesh piled up from the top to the bottom, forming small hills that exuded a fishy smell.

She strode downstairs, waving the flail given by the god of war in her hand to disperse the monsters along the way.

At first, she advanced quickly by smashing the ground of the bell tower and letting herself fall directly to the next floor. However, soon even the air on every floor of the tower was filled with all kinds of demons, their horns, wings, and claws colliding with each other, making terrifying noises.

Under such high mental pressure, even a soldier who had experienced many battles would be driven crazy. Even after leaving the battlefield, he would vomit when cutting an apple with a knife.

However, Vespe is not a warrior but a nun, a nun who serves the Earth Mother and the God of War.

The nuns of the God of War will not be hurt, and the believers of the Mother Goddess will not be confused.

So Vespe stepped forward, the flail in his hand glowing brilliantly.

The layers of demons blocked Vesper's advance and also blocked their retreat. No matter the sharp claws or curse spells, they could not penetrate the dazzling morning light around Sister Vesper, nor the heavy plate armor she wore.

Sister Vesper didn't even need to aim her attacks, she just lavishly injected spirituality into the flail in her hand, and then swung it out without hesitation. When the flail was raised, it was the morning light, which made the darkness retreat and the curse disappear; when the flail fell, it was the sunset, which made the flesh decay and the bones weather.

Every step she took was on a carpet of flesh and blood made of the corpses of countless demons. She walked down the steps from the top of the tower, stretching for hundreds of meters, as if she was on a pilgrimage.

This reminded her of her first battle in the southern continent. At that time, she was only Sequence 7 and had not yet become the God of War's favorite.

The indigenous rebels of the southern continent obtained new weapons through arms trade with the Loen people, and surrounded the isolated and deep-rooted Feysac battle nuns layer by layer.

Sister Vespa's sisters died in pieces around her, and yet somehow, even to this day, she never felt as fulfilled as she did then.

The leader of the nuns prayed to the god of war, received his blessing, and fought on the battlefield until she died.

At the moment when the holy power surged into the captain's body, Sister Vespe witnessed the other side's battle and witnessed the deadly miracle performed by the tip of the sword.

She proved that everything Sister Vespe had believed before was correct—not that she had ever needed a miracle to prove her beliefs, of course.

Then, as now, the fever and thrill of faith and adrenaline dominated her consciousness.

She stepped over Sister Paratos, who was split in two and half submerged in the mud, and moved away from Sister Ines who had sunk into the swamp. She launched a one-man assault on the rebel position in the distance, just as she was charging towards the group of demons now, still alone and still with great momentum.

Suddenly, the demons blocking her way stopped at the same time, making way for Sister Vespe. Even though she lost control and killed a few more demons, they did not show any anger - or rather, a higher level of emotion occupied their brains, preventing them from taking any further action.

Sister Vespe hesitated for only a second before she put away her sword and strode out of the clock tower. Although she had realized what she was about to face, her steps did not waver at all.

Sister Vespe walked out of the tower, and outside was a crimson sky. Although it was already late at night, the eastern part of Backlund was still illuminated by the crimson light as bright as day.

His existence itself constituted a new rule, allowing a corner of the abyss of hell to overlap with reality to a certain extent. Although He had not yet fully descended, it still did not affect His advance arrangements for the territory He was about to reign over.

For the first time, the devil's language penetrated Sister Vespe's armor, causing her heart to feel a chill she had never felt before - but that was all. The Holy Symbol of Dusk on her chest emitted a bright light, and in an instant, she transformed from a tired warrior into a devout and fanatical priest.

Angel's personal suppression? Maybe there is such a thing, but for Sister Vesper now, those are irrelevant, just like those cumbersome settings in popular novels, which are of no help to Sister Vesper's goal.

"Interesting. I had expected who would greet me here. I thought it would be the hidden servant or my old colleague, but it turned out to be a little nun."

Matafari cast his gaze towards Vespe with interest. Originally, He had anticipated that even a gaze through the portal would be enough to make a demigod-level warrior feel uncomfortable, or even plunge him directly into the abyss of loss of control and madness.

However, the Sequence 5 nun in front of Him actually looked at Him without the slightest hesitation. The influence of His angelic status seemed to be swallowed up by the dim yellow light emanating from her.

"Even if I'm just an ordinary believer in the God of War, I'm still superior to an evil heretic like you."

Sister Vespe fearlessly raised the flail in her hand towards the other party. Orange-yellow light gushed out from her arms and chest. It was the flowing power of dusk, penetrating the saint-level shroud on her chest, causing her arms to decay rapidly, and then gradually recover under the nourishment of the holy sarcophagus.

"Maybe, but it doesn't make sense."

Surprisingly, Matafari was not angry at all, but continued to talk to Sister Vesper. "I never understood where the courage of you demon hunters comes from, and in fact, it often brings destruction to you."

"Those brothers and sisters who died fighting for the God of War will be remembered by the God of War and receive the destination and honor He promised."

Sister Vespe ignored the dusk power that was beginning to eat away at her body and continued to answer.

"But your god is dead, too, like every other pathetic warrior who has died for his futile faith."

Matafari's hands stretched out from the black door, widening the crack. He was about to come here, and everyone who saw him would die.

"He is everywhere. Perhaps I should carve His name on your skull to make you realize that."

Even so, Sister Vesper's answer was still straightforward. The next second, she leaped up and crashed straight into the god who was about to descend like a comet with a golden tail.

(End of this chapter)