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Chapter 277 This human woman is too afraid of pain! (Part 2)

"Teams one and two, deploy your positions, and the rest of you, stand by in place to guard against any unforeseen events."

Inside the command center, the werewolf warden, who had detected the movement through his magic eye, issued an order.

He had already made thorough preparations for the action arranged by the speaker.

Fengta Prison is built among layers of mountains, and there is only one road for both entering and exiting.

Hmph, this road is not only dilapidated, but also winding and circuitous, taking at least an hour to reach the prison.

Not to mention that it is surrounded by dozens of mountains, and the forest has long been filled with countless magical landmines. Even a fifth-order berserk werewolf would only have one way out: death.

The werewolf warden thought to himself.

In short, this is an impenetrable defense; it's impossible for anyone to break in.

Through the projection of the images detected by the Demon Eye, the werewolf warden could clearly see that the once arrogant intruder was now trembling with fear.
His legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground, cornered by his werewolf subordinates, utterly powerless to resist!

That's it! ?
They dare to invade Wind Tower Prison?!
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boom--

Streams of scorching rays and energy missiles burst from the muzzle of the gun.

The trees in the forest were burned in half.

The hard rock was crushed into pebbles of varying sizes.

This sci-fi scene is essentially derived from the special nature of the magical device.

The scorching ray, which Saint Eleanor had seen in books, is a second-tier spell frequently used by mages.

The continuous stream of energy missiles are arcane missiles that even a mage apprentice can master.

However, with the increase in the power of the magical instruments, the power of these two spells has also exceeded the limits that mages of the same rank can achieve.

The force it unleashed almost instantly engulfed the nun, shearing away a thick layer of soil and rubble, leaving behind a pit riddled with holes.

"What a wonderful idea, what an exquisite design."

A glint flashed in Saint Eleanor's blood-red eyes, and she unconsciously murmured her praise.

She had to admit that if this kind of army were to wage war, the Kingdom of Oran would likely fall soon.

At that time, as a high-ranking member of the Vatican, she would most likely be captured.
And because of her outstanding appearance, she might even be tied up and whipped by a perverted orc!
The night breeze stirred up the dust, and the werewolf guards around seemed to receive some kind of command, raising their guns and instantly locking onto the holy nun hidden in the woods.

In that instant, Saint Eileen felt as if something in the night sky was staring at her.

With a swift movement, she vanished like a blur, disappearing rapidly through the woods.

Click——

With a crisp sound, a magical trap mine that had been lying in wait in the woods detonated instantly.

The flashes of electricity resembled countless tentacles, attempting to slow Saint Eileen's speed by using the paralysis of the current.

This is a very effective tactic, and when combined with a well-trained army, it can unleash astonishing power.

However, the nun was different from ordinary people after all.

The extreme numbness and tingling caused by the electric current did not have the expected effect at all.

Instead, the instant the trap was triggered, a flicker of excitement flashed in her bloodshot eyes, and she sped up even more.

Electricity, vines, corrosive toxins, scorching heat, and explosions—one after another, the trap mines were triggered.

The nun's body also showed serious injuries such as burns, whippings, and branding.

"That's great, she can't hold on much longer!"

Among the jailers, a werewolf was extremely excited.

Although having certain specialized professions is not uncommon in the Federation.

However, most races' professions remain at the first or second level of high school, and when they enter society, they can only compete with ordinary people for jobs in manual labor.

The talent pool of university graduates is monopolized by major magical research institutes or private companies.
He works day and night, carving intricate magical cores, and rarely appears in public.

In other words, a five-tiered professional federation does exist.
But such formidable professionals are truly rare.

On the tower a kilometer away from the nun,
A mithril bullet, crackling with electricity and engraved with tiny patterns, was aimed at Saint Eileen's heart, instantly traversing a kilometer's distance—

boom--

Saint Eileen felt a chill run down her spine the instant the bullet left the barrel; she sensed danger.

She leaped like an antelope, twisting her waist and flipping over to avoid a fatal blow.

The bullet grazed the flesh around her waist, filling Saint Eileen, already in a terrible state, with wild joy.

In the arduous battle, she was surrounded by the enemy and fought with all her might to avoid defeat.

However, even under these circumstances, someone still managed to launch a sneak attack.

The thought of being incapacitated by a sneak attack and subsequently imprisoned...

Saint Eileen felt an indescribable sense of humiliation!
Thinking of this, she let out a soft but clear cry of pain.

"hateful!"

His speed suddenly slowed down, and he stumbled back several steps, seemingly losing all his strength as he leaned against a large tree.

"She's been shot! Capture her alive!"

Upon seeing this, the werewolf jailers became extremely excited, as did the equally holy nun.

This is called "Double Happiness".

Thinking of this, Miss Eileen bit her lower lip, her face full of stubbornness.

At this moment, her clothes were tattered, her body was covered in wounds, her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were defiant.

Surrounded by the werewolves and jailers, it kicked its legs as if terrified.

But the next moment, she vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

'Why isn't anyone insulting me? I was clearly defeated!'

In the Kingdom of Oran, the villains usually say a few words of farewell after winning.

For example, you might say, "You're nothing special," or you might verbally harass someone, saying things like, "I'm going to beat this brat to his knees and beg for mercy," or other vulgar language.

Even in some shady and bloody underground dramas, such elements are commonplace.

Thinking of this, the nun asked in a trembling voice:

"Will you torture me, use instruments of torture, or even eat my flesh?"

The werewolf jailer in the lead was stunned for a moment, then realized that this was an easy question and immediately started speaking in official language.

"No, we will detain you. Trespassing into Wind Tower Prison is a serious crime!"

"If you surrender, you might receive a lighter sentence, but if you resist stubbornly..."

"What will happen if we put up a stubborn resistance?" Saint Eileen asked impatiently.

The werewolf jailer sneered and said in a hoarse, low voice:

"Those who resist stubbornly will be executed on the spot!"

That's it?

Saint Eileen stared wide-eyed in disbelief, feeling as if her once fiery heart had turned to cold stone.

This feeling is like watching a fantasy movie and suddenly losing internet access at the climax of the plot, which is extremely disappointing.

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"Everyone, immediately retreat to a distance of 500 meters."

"Three teams, four teams, advance! Heavy firepower permitted!" The images transmitted from the magic detection crystal showed that the previously one-sided situation had been reversed in an instant.

The werewolf warden witnessed a human woman, already powerless to resist, kick three or four elite werewolves away.

At the same time, he forcefully withstood a hail of bullets and shattered the teeth of several werewolves with a single punch.

His subordinates were like helpless little girls, powerless to fight back.

What on earth is going on?!
The werewolf warden's face was ashen.

They were so close to success, having captured the intruder, so why did the other side become so incredibly powerful despite being in such a weak position?
Why is this?

Suddenly, the warden had a flash of inspiration and revealed a wise look in his eyes.

Reflecting on Saint Eileen's previous behavior, he came to an objective conclusion.

This human woman is afraid of pain!
The reason is that after the opponent triggers the trap mine, they not only become weaker but also slower.
Moreover, when the mithril bullet grazed flesh, the opponent strangely collapsed to the ground, seemingly having lost his strength.

It should be noted that this is not a serious injury.

Thinking of this, the werewolf warden excitedly picked up the communicator and issued the order.

"Immediately deploy the Thorn Ring, Vine Seed Capsule, and Trap-Triggered Grenades to restrict the enemy's mobility!"

The Thorn Ring, as the name suggests, is a magical artifact that can summon thick, thorny thorns.

When used in conjunction with the vine capsules, it makes it easier to hit the target. Once entangled, the target will suffer the terrifying torment of having vine roots pierce their flesh and thorns tear their muscles.

Furthermore, when combined with a trap grenade that delivers electric shocks, paralysis, and intense pain throughout the body, the combined effect can be greater than the sum of its parts.

Just thinking about it made the werewolf warden tremble.

In order to defeat the enemy as quickly as possible, he even dispatched most of his guards, who were also equipped with these terrifying magical weapons.

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"This feels so good!!!!!!!!!"

Ron gazed at the other side of the mountain with a complicated expression, and faintly heard the nun's long howl.

Is it... really that awesome?

The sound could still be heard even through more than a dozen craters; the Federation's firepower was truly terrifying...

The blond boy sighed inwardly, feeling even more fortunate that he hadn't blindly attacked, but instead had let the nun draw the fire.

Who knows what strange and wonderful weapons might be found in the Federation, which is full of magical artifacts?

If he were to go himself, even with divine protection, he would probably be in serious trouble.

After all, divine power will not actively defend against non-lethal attacks.

Withdrawing his gaze from the distance, Ron refocused his attention on the steep mountainside.

The cliff was nearly a hundred meters high, with traces of human excavation, like a thick city wall blocking Ron's path.

"These landforms were not formed naturally; it is estimated that someone used magic to deliberately shape them into this shape."

"Moreover, this is not a special stone; its texture is hard and its density exceeds that of steel."

"No, teleportation is impossible. The space is unusually stable, like something is anchoring it."

Floating in mid-air, Grandma Fiona gently stroked the smooth cliff face, offering a valuable piece of advice from a great mage.

That's it.
"So, there can't be any vulnerabilities here?"

Ron nodded as if suddenly realizing something, recalling the terrifying magical device that could tear apart continents and alter the heavens.

If this place was artificially created by the Speaker of the Federal Parliament, then it would be perfectly normal.

A thought flashed through his mind, and the blond boy suddenly threw a punch with the power of his waist.

bump--

A muffled thud was heard, and a fist-shaped mark half a foot deep appeared on the rock face, which was as hard as steel, accompanied by cracks spreading outwards.

so hard!

Ron's eyes narrowed, and he shook his slightly sore fist, silently calculating how he could break through the cliff wall.

It seems that using my fists won't work. Should I use "Holy Sword Technique" instead?
No, no, I can flatten one mountain, and two mountains are no problem either, but that would consume too much magic power.
"Holy Sword Technique" has always been a major drain on Ron's magic power, and the greater its power, the more magic power it requires.

Furthermore, the Holy Light Missile isn't a real missile; its damage primarily stems from its extremely high temperature and purifying properties.

The cost-effectiveness of clearing mountains is too low.

It's powerful and makes a lot of noise. If it can't be pushed out quickly in a short time, the enemy will be in trouble once they react.

Or use shapeshifting to turn the cliff face into something fragile?
The idea had barely crossed his mind when Ron rejected it.

Because the effective range of the shapeshifting spell is only ten meters, and his current location is nearly a hundred kilometers away from the core prison.

It seems this guy is already dead before we can even rescue Verex.
With a slight sigh, Ron turned his attention back to Grandma Fiona as he began to think things through again.

Upon seeing this, Fiona immediately waved her hands repeatedly.

"Junior, you don't mean to make me do it, do you? I don't have a physical body, I can only use my soul to drive magic, and I can only use one or two moves!"

Just say no, why explain so much?
Ron silently scoffed at himself, abandoning the idea of ​​forcing the elderly to do hard labor.

This won't work, that won't work, do I really have to dig a hole in the ground bit by bit?

However, I can summon heroic spirits to complete this task.
and many more!

Summon Heroic Spirits!

Thinking of this, Ron's azure eyes lit up.

Oh right, how could he forget about that?

The heroic spirits that Ron can summon are all highly skilled individuals.

And the one who can handle this situation is none other than that one person.

In an instant, a layered six-pointed star magic array suddenly appeared in the golden-haired boy's palm.

Rise again!
My Pope!

To Fiona's astonishment, an aged figure wearing a papal robe and a triple crown suddenly appeared high in the sky.

That was Cyrus VII!
That was the previous Pope of Holy Light!

As soon as Cyrus VII, who was made of pure holy light, opened his eyes, he saw Ron, who was leaning on the papal scepter and had inherited all his property, wearing a sly smile.

Cyrus VII's aged face showed utter disgust, as if he had seen a pile of stinking dog excrement.

Without any hesitation, just like the squash from Plants vs. Zombies in Ron's previous life, he hummed in agreement and instantly launched a suicide attack.

boom--

The self-destruction of a top-tier legendary expert is like a natural disaster that destroys all life on the earth.

The incredibly powerful holy light and magic instantly destroyed all obstacles stretching for nearly a hundred kilometers.

Ignite yourself to light up others.

Ron, who had only suffered minor damage from the explosion, was moved to tears by this fearless spirit.

He secretly vowed that he would hold a memorial service for the Pope when he returned, to comfort his spirit in heaven.

But now, we must hurry and find Verex before the guards can react!

Ron grabbed the dumbfounded senior.

"Ms. Fiona, get in the car, let's go!"

(End of this chapter)