My magic panel is too numerical.

finally come!

The first one to arrive was actually the young lady… Pharos’s eyes lit up, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Has the church finally found this place? How many people have come!" he exclaimed excitedly.

His efforts to buy time were worthwhile; he finally made it through.

"What do you mean, how many people? Am I the only one?" Serena looked back in confusion and said, "I just asked Laura to inform the church."

no……

"Hey young lady, are you here to commit suicide for love?" Pharos almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

In a place like this, Miss Serena dares to go alone? Is she ruthless, or just naturally naive...?

Miss Serena, we're students...we haven't even gotten into university yet, so please don't act like 'a proxy' for us, okay?

Pharos was speechless.

"You think you're the only one here to rescue people? Important figures from the Moretti family are also here. Faros, do I have to tell you everything?" Serena said calmly.

Pharos exhaled a breath of stale air in astonishment.

He suddenly remembered that back at Moretti Manor, Miss Serena was also the first one to arrive and save the day.

However, she was instantly killed by the White Giant back then. Hopefully, Miss Serena won't be instantly killed this time...

…………

North Quarter, Whitechapel, Nave.

Christina and a group of priests sat on the long wooden benches on either side.

Christina, the "agent" of the conference, was dressed in a Gothic court gown with a black, fitted swallowtail vest at the waist. Her fair and muscular legs were clad in over-the-knee black boots and black lace stockings. She sat in the back row with her legs crossed, saying nothing.

There was a blackboard directly in front of everyone.

Forced to chair the meeting, Venere, dressed in a pure white priest's robe, solemnly analyzed the situation in front of the blackboard, scribbling and drawing with chalk in his hand:

"Based on all the intelligence we have gathered recently, and the account given by Priest Erdgo, who confronted the wanted criminal 'Red Lady' yesterday, this woman has been confirmed as a 'Demon Holder'."

The assembled priests nodded, their expressions serious, and listened attentively.

Wiener continued, "Based on the intelligence we have, we have confirmed that each demon possesses two to four abilities. And we have deduced that the wanted criminal 'Red Lady' has at least three abilities:"

"First, it's a passive skill. Each man observes a different appearance of the 'Red Lady,' and the Red Lady's appearance changes at any time according to the man's inner preferences. Women can see her original appearance."

"Secondly, the vigorous energy of men is her nourishment; the 'Red Lady' can recover from injuries and regain strength by hunting men."

"Third, according to Erdgaard, her body can grow different limbs according to her own needs."

"Fourth, this is just speculation at the moment, and whether this skill exists remains to be verified. That is, whether the 'Red Lady' has the ability to hide, or it could be some kind of magic. It is not yet clear how to find her."

Wiener listed four abilities on the blackboard.

Like the White Giant, it has one passive and three active elements.

The "Red Lady" was clearly not as powerful as the White Giant.

But a demon is a demon after all.

Demons' abilities exist outside the magic system.

Even more unreasonable than magic, if we can only deduce her abilities but cannot confirm her location, then capturing the demon will still be extremely difficult.

This greatly dampened the morale of the priests.

"If we had any information about a fourth demonic ability, we could leave everything to Erdgor. But the problem is, we don't have any information at all. Even Erdgor can't find 'The Red Lady,' let alone us?"

One of the priests complained.

He expressed the sentiments of all the priests.

The priests in Dawn Town are not particularly skilled; otherwise, they wouldn't have needed to mobilize the priests of Castia when they were besieging the White Giant.

Odgog was already considered one of the top ranks, and even Odgog was turned into a mummy, so the priests were all somewhat afraid.

Of course, what displeased the priests the most was Christina's inaction.

As an agent stationed in Dawntown, he actually watched helplessly as Erdgo was injured on the airship, unwilling to lift a finger.

Although Ødegaard himself didn't say anything, his colleagues were more or less upset.

"Alright, complaining won't help... The 'Red Lady' has preyed on so many people today, she's bound to leave traces!" Sensing the tense atmosphere, Vena quickly smoothed things over. "Besides, it's precisely because it's difficult that you all have the opportunity to make a contribution, isn't it? Castia City is currently recruiting priests, and Dawn Town also has openings! Making a contribution will give you a chance to leave this place!"

Upon hearing this, the officials began to whisper among themselves. Who wouldn't want to leave this godforsaken place immediately?

Everyone straightened up instantly, their morale restored.

Just then, a wheelchair suddenly burst open the church door, drawing stares from the crowd.

Odegaard grimaced and scolded, "Ouch, what are you doing! Be gentle!"

The young nun pushing the wheelchair hurriedly apologized, "I'm so sorry, Your Excellency Erdorg, but...didn't you say to go full speed ahead?"

"I really can't be bothered to talk to you..." Erdgaard glared fiercely at the little nun.

"What's wrong?" Christina asked after a long silence.

"A hideout for a wanted criminal has been discovered at the dock warehouse in the North District!" Erdegaard immediately said.

Just now, Erdgaard observed two spatial anomalies coming from the warehouse. These anomalies were very subtle. If Pharos hadn't pointed out that there were suspicious points there, Erdgaard probably wouldn't have paid much attention to that area and naturally wouldn't have noticed them.

Not long after he noticed it, he saw Moretti's female assistant rushing over to report the case. Erdegaard immediately realized that the young man named Faros was right; there was indeed a problem with the warehouse.

Upon hearing this, all the priests immediately stood up.

The opportunity to make a contribution has arrived!

All the priests exchanged glances and nodded to each other, tacitly confirming the attitude of their companions.

They immediately rushed out of the church, jostling each other.

In a short while, only the "mummy" Odegaard and Christina, who was sitting with her legs crossed and her eyes closed, remained.

Odegaard was a talkative man and disliked such awkward silences.

Seeing Miss Christina's slightly cold expression, Erdegaard smoothed things over, saying, "These priests are really something. They're usually so passive and lazy, but as soon as they hear there's a chance to leave Dawntown, they're all fired up..."

"Hmph~" Christina sneered. "I'm used to it. Odegaard, you're the one who found this hiding place. In any case, you deserve some credit for it."

Erdgor feigned nonchalance and said, "Hey, Lord Chris, you're joking. I'm not like those vulgar priests who only know how to make money off their priesthood. I became a priest for... um..."

As he spoke, Erdgo blushed and unconsciously began to observe Miss Chris's micro-expressions.

Seeing that the other party still had a cold expression, Erdgaard changed the subject righteously: "...It's for Dawntown! Of course, it's not entirely my doing this time, there's also that young man named Pharos, he's the one who discovered the unusual activity in the warehouse."

"Pharos?" Christina raised an eyebrow slightly.

It's that young man again?

Does he have a grudge against the devil? He's always there during raids on prostitution rings, is that really such a coincidence?

Christina asked urgently, "Where is he?"

"He said he wanted to take a closer look at that warehouse. It might have triggered some kind of mechanism that caused the warehouse to malfunction. According to the female assistant's report, it seems he was sucked into that mirror..." Erdgao said regretfully, clicking his tongue twice. "Tsk tsk~ I really envy people with 'Spirit' High intuition. It's a pity that trespassing into the territory of that kind of thing will probably lead to a terrible end..."

Christina, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly opened her eyes wide in astonishment.

"Prepare the car..." She stood up abruptly, her deep eyes revealing an uncontrollable panic.

Christina is a very calm person, but for some reason, the moment she heard the news, she felt an inexplicable sense of irritation.

"Oh? You're going to the front lines?" the little nun pushing the wheelchair exclaimed in surprise.

This was completely contrary to Christina's original plan, leaving the little nun somewhat at a loss.

Christina forced herself to calm down, took two deep breaths, and composed herself.

"No... wait a little longer, wait a little longer..." She forced herself to sit back on the bench, but her hands were clasped tightly together and trembled slightly involuntarily.

…………

The world in the mirror.

Two girls with identical faces were locked in a fierce battle.

Vanessa lay on all fours on the ground, relying entirely on the spikes on her tentacles to launch wave after wave of stings, just like a scorpion with four tails.

The wolf head on Serena's greatsword glowed red with its eyes, and the blade was engulfed in black and blue flames. This was the effect of the level three magic "Holy Burn" and the Holy Sword skill being activated simultaneously.

She was agile and nimble, sometimes parrying with her sword, sometimes turning to deflect the attack, and sometimes swinging her sword upwards. It seemed that she could easily neutralize every attack, as if she had eyes in the back of her head, easily discerning the location of the tentacle attacks.

From initially struggling to cope to now being evenly matched, there are signs that they are becoming more and more courageous.

Serena was able to briefly hold her own against the powerful Vanessa?

Indeed, the brilliance of a genius cannot be concealed. It's not that Serena is too weak, but rather that the White Giant is indeed too strong.

"Amazing..." Pharos couldn't help but praise from the bottom of his heart.

But then Miss Crow denied it, saying, "At most three minutes."

"What?"

Miss Crow explained:

"The sword in Serena's hand is a holy sword made by the B-rank magical beast 'Devil Wolf'. After activating the holy sword skill, her 'body' will be strengthened in all aspects and she will become stronger and stronger as she fights, but this can only be maintained for three minutes. After three minutes, she will enter a period of weakness."

Is there still a period of weakness?

At the same time, it seemed as if Miss Crow's words were being fulfilled.

Serena's movements became faster and more agile, but her panting also became more pronounced.

"Aren't you going to... help?" Serena gasped for breath, her exhaustion showing signs of weariness; the intense battle had caused her stamina to drop rapidly.

She ultimately couldn't hold back four tentacles with a single sword.

This won't do, we'll lose... Pharos then noticed that although Serena had held off the charred woman, she hadn't managed to inflict any effective damage.

Pharos held the raven in both hands, seizing the opportunity to prepare to activate the skill "Soul Split".

Just as he was about to infuse the Raven with the gathered elements of its own kind, a sudden fear from the depths of his soul surged into his heart.

It was as if the sword before him was his own guillotine, and activating the skill was like walking towards the execution ground.

This feeling made Pharos tremble involuntarily, his scalp tingling, and his hand holding the sword trembling slightly.

……

"Is that all? Little sister, don't try to save the hero if you don't have the strength." Vanessa said, lifting her hands off the ground, clasping them together, and rubbing and groping for a while.

Instantly, a sharp spike emerged from her right pulse, just as sharp as the spikes on her tentacles.

"I'm bored. You're not a man, it's no fun... Let the handsome guy behind me play with me!"

As he spoke, the spike was aimed at Serena's heart and thrust out suddenly.

The next second, the spikes seemed to be propelled by a force, shooting out fiercely like arrows released from a bow.

Serena was caught off guard, and her pupils immediately contracted.