My magic panel is too numerical.

Whitechapel, bell tower.

The church bell tower, which stands in the northern part of the district, is quite tall.

From an overhead view, most of the buildings in the northern district can be easily observed.

The wind was howling on the tower. A slender figure stood alone at the top, the fierce wind making her pure white dress flutter and her golden hair flying wildly.

Vena glanced around and spoke to the crystal ball in her hand.

"Wanted criminal 'Red Lady' spotted 600 meters from the 23 PM mark on the church bell tower. She is showing signs of retreating. Requesting commencement of the operation."

"approve……"

Christina's indifferent voice came from the crystal ball.

"Requesting the use of level four magic." Vena lifted the hem of her skirt at her waist, revealing her fair and voluptuous thighs and black safety shorts.

"Control the casualties, approved."

Slowly drawing a golden rapier from his waist and holding it in front of his chest, Vina took a long, deep breath.

The next second, the clock tower began to shimmer, and the light elements in the air condensed, forming tiny, glittering golden specks.

Under the dark blue sky, the points of light resembled fireflies fluttering and swirling, flashing, leaping, and hovering before finally converging on the golden blade of the rapier.

As the light spots gathered and became brighter, Venus's hand holding the sword began to tremble uncontrollably.

"It's reached its limit... only 60% of its usual power..."

Unconsciously, Wiener began to breathe heavily; the training session with Faros that afternoon had already exhausted most of his energy.

A mage using magic is like a football player playing a game. An athlete can complete 90 minutes of high-intensity exercise, but if the intensity is too high, things like cramps and muscle strains will occur.

The same applies to magicians; if they overuse magic in a short period of time, they may even suffer mental trauma or permanent decline in mental strength.

At this moment, Wiener was already on the verge of mental overload.

"That's fine then." She sighed helplessly, stopped gathering elements, held the rapier horizontally to her chest, and turned to the side to prepare to exert force.

"Level four magic..."

Wiener tensed all his muscles and exerted force! He thrust the sword forward with a mighty thrust...

"The Light of the Sanctuary!"

Under the night sky, a dazzling, prismatic flash of light appeared atop the Whitechapel bell tower.

In an instant, a beam of golden light shot out from the rooftop, piercing through the layers of tall towers and creating a deafening sonic boom.

The light pierced the deep darkness, so intense that it was almost blinding, illuminating the street.

Immediately following was a scorching explosion, and a beam of intense light turned the surrounding buildings and alleys into a sea of ​​fire.

"It worked?" Viner asked, breathing heavily.

Located 600 meters from 23 PM, a nearly charred female figure leaped out of the fire pit.

"Vina..." a deep female voice came from the crystal ball, "...Where are you looking?"

Did it miss?

It missed!

High in the sky, a giant airship slowly rose.

The night wind blew up the hem of her intricately embroidered skirt as Christia gazed at the wailing, chaotic crowd dancing in the fire pit.

Most of them were prostitutes recruited by pimps in the East End, along with many dissolute Mafia members.

Christina's face turned completely dark.

She may not care about these people's lives, but given such a major disaster, she had to give an explanation to the church leadership and the five major families.

The best explanation should have been the body of this fugitive.

But at this moment, the wanted criminal is alive and kicking... disappearing into the night.

Christina, looking anxiously at the crystal ball, said, "Close the net! Now!"

Upon receiving the order, dozens of figures in white emerged from the shadows, chasing after the charred figure.

This encirclement operation was too hasty, and the encirclement was not completed.

Moreover, for some unknown reason, the other side had detected the church's actions in advance, making it difficult to complete the encirclement.

The charred black figure was slender and graceful, like a black cat nimbly gliding across the rooftops, about to disappear into the night.

The charred body became an excellent camouflage outfit in the night.

A dark figure swept across a rooftop, and just then, a chain was tied to the ankle of the charred figure.

A hooded man in white slowly emerged from the shadows. His eyes gleamed with a bluish light, as if they could see right through people's hearts.

Dawn Church – Erdgo.

He was considered a deacon-level figure in Dawn Town, but his position had not been promoted due to Christina's long-term presence there.

However, their combat strength is outstanding in Dawn Town.

Meanwhile, a dozen or twenty police officers in trench coats and carrying steam rifles emerged from the rooftop walkway.

"Shoot her!" Odegaard ordered the officer.

The police officers in black quickly stepped forward, some crouching, some standing, loading their guns and firing.

In an instant, a fierce barrage of gunfire and firecrackers erupted, countless sparks flashed by, and wisps of smoke rose into the air.

The charred woman remained calm, protecting her face with her hands as she endured a hail of bullets.

When the smoke cleared, the woman was unharmed.

"Tsk~" Odegaard smacked his lips sharply. "I've been waiting for you for a long time, having already detected your escape route! Unfortunately, we didn't have enough manpower, so I could only bring some officers to ambush you..."

"I didn't expect... that such a master could be found in a small town like Dawn Town... but unfortunately, you miscalculated. You don't think... that even the Imperial Expeditionary Force, which doesn't use steam rifles, could harm me?" The woman's charred face revealed a slight smile as several pieces of carbonized skin crumbled and fell off her cheeks.

"I knew it wouldn't be that simple..." Erdgoo gripped the golden chain with one hand, while three tornado-shaped cone-shaped whirlwinds materialized in his other hand. "Level 3 magic! Gale Strike!"

The sharp whirlwind, like a nail, pierced into the charred body of the woman, followed by a mournful wail filled with a lifetime of resentment.

"Ah..." The charred woman cried out in pain and collapsed to the ground. "You...you're an elementalist?"

"You guessed right!" Odegaard nodded.

Elementalists are a class that can only cast spells within a lord's domain. They are a class with extremely poor mobility but very strong combat power.

If it's an ambush, the Elementalist is the strongest class.

"Hmph~ Where is your lord hiding?" The woman's charred face twisted into a hideous, ferocious smile.

"Stop guessing, you can't escape!" Odegaard habitually twisted his mouth to an absurd angle, grinning maliciously. "Remember, I am the Overwatcher, I will always, always, always... spy on everyone!"

After saying that, he suddenly swung the chain, dragging the woman back a meter.

The woman lay on the ground groaning, her heavy breathing suggesting she was about to do something.

She adopted a pitiful and delicate demeanor, turned her head and gave Erdgo a deep look, her soft and charming voice seemingly devoid of magic.

"Please, let me go... I beg you!"

In that instant, Erdegaard seemed to see a man with the face of Miss Christina, a beautiful woman gazing lovingly into his eyes with large, watery eyes.

He was stunned for a moment.

"My God, what am I doing! I actually hurt Lord Chris... I..."

Odegaard felt an overwhelming sense of guilt and suddenly had this thought: My life, filled with sin, has lost its meaning, but at least before I die, I must let this beautiful woman live!

He was heartbroken and prepared to remove the chains.

Just then, the crystal ball inside the room rang.

"Odegaard! What's wrong with you?"

It was Christina's cold, sharp voice.

A generous gift of crabs! I almost got fooled by this woman... Odegaard suddenly realized what was going on.

The woman before him was charred black once more.

"You're dead, you ugly woman... I'll kill you!" he said viciously.

With a flick of his wrist, Erdgor tightened the chains, and six or seven more spiraling wind arrows appeared beside him.

"Sigh..." The woman let out a long sigh, she seemed to have resigned herself to her fate... Finally, she stopped struggling and lay quietly on the ground, but then a huge lump of flesh suddenly bulged on her back.

The meat bun stretched and stretched, as if something was about to burst through its skin.

A moment later, the charred flesh broke open, and four tentacles suddenly stretched out.

The tentacles, covered in slime, stretched out disgustingly thick and powerful-looking strands.

That is indeed the case.

With a gentle tug, the chains that the woman couldn't break free shattered.

The woman sat up, her back slightly hunched, and stared at the white-robed priest: "Tell me, who is... the ugly woman?"

Odegaard's eye twitched. "Sir Chris... I... I request permission to retreat!"