Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 88 Assassination (Part )

No! She is the enemy!
Father Matafari was only affected by the desire to reproduce, and he was not completely idiotic. Although the other party's charm ability was not weak, he was at Sequence 6 after all, so he was not completely defenseless.

While his hand was still on the opponent's shoulder, Father Matafari immediately activated the bracelet, releasing the first spirit, letting it attach to his arm, adding real translucent muscles to the outer edge of that arm. Then the priest suddenly reached out and grabbed the opponent's skull, wanting to crush Gagran's head directly.

Even if the skull is crushed, it still does not affect her as the mother of the excretion characteristics... Just looking at the figure, it is far above the average, which is acceptable... Father Matafari still couldn't help but let his imagination run wild, but his hands did not stop moving, his short and thick fingers were almost approaching the ends of Gagran's flying black hair.

However, the huge spiritual hand was firmly restrained less than ten centimeters away from Gagran's face.

A large amount of white silk threads flowed out from the gap between Geglan's clothes and skin. They intertwined with each other to increase toughness, and then fixed the deformed right hand tightly in front of Geglan, preventing it from moving forward.

Then, a blazing black flame surged out of Gagran's body, and the black fire spread outward layer by layer like a blooming rose, burning only on objects that were contaminated with spirituality. In an instant, it swallowed up the deformed arm made of spirituality. The spiritual body that had reached the level of Sequence 7 was burned into specks of illusory ashes like ice and snow melting.

"Witch?" Father Matafari frowned. Although he had obtained relevant church documents on Beyonders of this path, he had never actually seen one. Moreover, the Church of Storms's documents did not mention abilities above Sequence 6 of this path.

The merit system is really too troublesome...

Father Matafari quickly distanced himself from the enemy, stretched out the key hidden in his right hand, and raised his hand to open the spiritual door leading to his mechanical storage room, where there were several puppets he had made. With these, his strength could be raised to a higher level.

However, the black flame seemed to come alive the moment Matafarri released his spirituality, and it swept towards the spiritual gate at lightning speed. Before the gate could be opened, it was swallowed up by the black flame that specifically devoured spirituality.

She was too restrained...

Matafari fled everywhere in a panic, dodging the ice spears that the opponent kept shooting at him and the silk threads that wanted to entangle him. The opponent seemed to have calculated the time well, and came to attack him just before he was about to go to the base to get his mechanical creation. As a craftsman, without magical items and mechanical creations, his pure combat power was not even as good as some Sequence 7!

However, this is the Storm Church. Although it is located in a remote area, it is still a stronghold of the church. As long as he can hold on for ten minutes, the Punishers will arrive with the Sealed Artifacts, and this guy will surely die at that time.

Father Matafari rolled again, avoiding the black fire and frost that were chasing him relentlessly under the control of Gagran. Judging from the current situation, although he could still hold on with his own skills, it was a fantasy to summon mechanical creatures or spirits to fight back.

You crazy woman who doesn't know what's good for her... I'm waiting for the church to rescue me, what the hell are you waiting for?
Matafari cursed viciously in his heart. The ice spear just now flew almost close to his chest. Although there were many shelters in the church, he was still injured in many places under the fierce attack of Gegran.

Facing the black fire that could retrieve spirituality and automatically track and those huge ice spears that were like living creatures, it would be fine if he was a traveler, but it was absolutely impossible for him, a craftsman with no means of escape, to completely avoid them by just running. Less than three minutes into the battle, his priest robes were already tattered, and the flesh and blood under the robes were shocking.

Matafarri is still accumulating strength to prepare for the next release of his extraordinary characteristics. At this stage, even if Roger dies, He will definitely not take action...

Thinking of this, Father Matafari gritted his teeth, then bit hard on the side of his right arm that was cut by Gegran, then grabbed the other side of the wound with his left hand, and violently tore open the bloody wound, as if tearing open a disobedient zipper.

Unlike humans, where flesh and blood roll out from the wound and grow outward, Matafari's right arm is like a ragdoll bear with a hole in it. A large amount of flesh and blood flows out of the wound like cotton filling, forming a huge arm covered with muscles and blood vessels but without skin!

Matafar pointed the huge demon arm at Gagran and uttered a word in the demon language full of filthy meaning:
"die!"

In an instant, Gagran's figure shattered, and it was covered with red, rust-like corrosion marks, which were traces of erosion by the power of the abyss. The stained glass dome on the dome of the Storm Church, which was as blue as the ocean, was also shattered, and blue glass fragments fell like a rainstorm.

"Mirror Substitute Technique"! Taking advantage of the moment when Mata Farley was in a trance, a figure fell silently from above his head like a dead leaf. The hem of the black lace winter skirt spun and opened above Mata Farley's head, revealing the sharp short blade hidden in the bottom of the shiny calfskin boots. Driven by the power of the slender long legs in white pantyhose, it suddenly pierced into Mata Farley's eye socket!

Then, Gagran turned over, lightly supported himself on the ground with his hands, and used the tip of the blade on his boot and his other leg to coordinate his strength, and actually threw Matafari's body, which weighed more than 200 pounds after his transformation, directly out, raising a huge cloud of dust.

However, Matafari was not dead yet. The remaining part of the angel in his body had turned his body into something between a demon and a human. Even though the blade pierced his eye socket and almost pierced his brain, he was not dead yet, and he had not even lost his mind. He raised his hand again, wanting to use obscene words to freeze the terrible woman in front of him so that he could take the opportunity to escape.

However, the demon language word that Matafari was brewing got stuck in the middle of his words, and he suddenly began to cough madly, bending his back and curling up in pain. What spurted out of his mouth was no longer blood, but coagulated blood clots, broken tissues, and bits of demonic spirits!
Gegelan had already landed on the ground at this time. She took out a handkerchief and gently covered her face with a smile.

"This is what I've been waiting for."

"I'm waiting for the moment when you put your hand on my shoulder and I develop a fatal disease directly through contact with the disease attached to you."

(End of this chapter)