Brush up the favorability and turn the heroines into bosses

Following Amanda's repeated instructions, Heatherly knelt in the magic circle and began to chant softly.

Looking at Heatherly who was chanting magic in front of her, Amanda became a little nervous. In the Cathedral Church, dozens of girls with outstanding talents chanted the same magic every day.

However, up to now no one has successfully used this magic to become a saint.

"Ok?"

However, Heatherly seems to have a chosen body.

Only a dozen seconds had passed, and Amanda saw that the holy light on Heatherly's body was becoming brighter and brighter.

In the cemetery space.

Annaredia, wearing Valkyrie armor, waved the Valkyrie spear in her hand and swept across the ghosts in front of her. One after another, the souls disappeared in the holy light with expressions of relief.

Although she cleared the ghosts in front of her, before Annaletia could attack the cemetery space, a new group of ghosts appeared again.

As ghosts continue to appear, the number of tombstones in the cemetery space continues to increase.

In this cemetery space, everything seems to be in a continuous cycle, with no change or hope. If you are touched by a ghost, you can still feel the ghost's despair and grief.

Every second will be a torture to your mental will.

At this time, Annaletia had only been in this space for a few minutes, but it seemed as long as centuries. Apart from counting how many more tombstones there were below, there was nothing worth noting.

"Oh, I really want to be scolded by my little man. This 'immortal' is also a man, why is there such a big difference between him and my little man? He can only play such boring games?"

Naturally, in this cemetery space there were only those wailing ghosts, and no "person" would respond to Annaletia's complaints.

Bored Analetia could only continue to eliminate the ghosts that appeared before her eyes. What she was doing now was not meaningless.

Destroying a ghost is equivalent to reducing an "undead substitute" for Black Light and Heatherly in the outside world. At this moment, there is no difference between Annaletia destroying ghosts in the cemetery space and destroying "undead substitutes" in reality.

The only difference is that she is a little bored being alone, and being locked up in such a cemetery space by the "undead" all the time can make people feel lonely.

As a Valkyrie of the Templar Church, Annalethia rarely has friends with whom she can have normal conversations.

Black Light was an exception. Even though he was like a vigilant wild dog with bared teeth when he first appeared in front of Annaletia, Black Light gradually became obedient and considerate, and being scolded by him from time to time was a rare and pleasant experience.

With Blacklett in mind, Annaletia's movements of purifying ghosts became faster and more precise, and the number of tombstones in the cemetery space increased even faster.

"Hmm? What is this magic?"

Suddenly, Anaretia sensed a familiar yet indescribable divine magic.

The Valkyrie spear in her hand dropped down, and through the cemetery space, Annaletia looked in the direction of Heatherly.

The group of ghosts in the cemetery space found an opportunity. A group of ghosts gathered together and slammed into Annalethia's body, which was bound to torture Annalethia's spirit with the painful memories that would be shared next.

However, before the ghosts could get close to Annaledia's body, Annaledia glanced at the approaching ghosts, and the holy light emitted by the Valkyrie's Scepter in her other hand instantly evaporated the ghosts.

"Tsk, do you think you can touch my sister's body casually?"

"However, why does this magical aura seem so familiar? It's almost like the Goddess of the Holy Seal?"

Turning her head again to look outside the cemetery, Annaletia muttered to herself.

Not only Anaretia, but Blacklett also felt the tremendous magic power coming.

Looking back, Heilite saw Heatherly performing some kind of ritual behind him, with holy light emanating from her body.

"Amanda, what is Heatherly doing? It's not something dangerous, right?"

Under the protection of the tower shield of the God of War Armor, Blacklett returned to Heatherly's side. At this moment, Heatherly was kneeling in a magic circle with her eyes closed and her fingers crossed as if praying.

"Of course! There is no danger, but whether you can successfully become a saint depends on Heatherly herself."

Amanda pecked Blacklett, the guy who made Heatherly work so hard.

All the words she said to convince Heatherly were not as good as the sentence "you can help Blacklett".

It has to be said that Heatherly's feelings for Hewlett are so pure. Although Amanda doesn't quite understand why Heatherly is so devoted to her, Hewlett doesn't usually hold Heatherly in the palm of his hand.

Look at Heilite and Anaretia. Anaretia puts her feet in Heilite's hands all day long.

However, Amanda just likes this kind of simple Heatherly.

"Saint, what are the benefits of being a saint?"

Blacklett frowned and erected the tower shield of his war god armor "Black King" in front of the two men and the bird.

Although Heilite had thought about letting Heatherly join the Holy Church before, his purpose was to let Heatherly leave Mile City and escape from the siege of the King's Army.

Because Blacklett did not see the [Wendigo Symptoms] on Heatherly's head, and Heatherly had suffered enough, Blacklett seemed to see his former self, so he wanted to lend a hand.

However, Heilite did not expect Heatherly to become the saint of the Cathedral Church.

Seeing that the Valkyrie Annaredia of the Templar Church has an "occupational disease", it would not be an easy job for the Saint of the Templar Church either.

"Stupid boy, what's the benefit of being a saint? The saint is able to mobilize all the power of the Holy Church. She is the agent of the Goddess of the Holy Seal and can even dispatch Valkyries! It can be said that the saint is the incarnation of the Goddess of the Holy Seal!"

Amanda was amused by Helette's question, but Helette had only stayed in the small church in Mile City. He had never been to the cathedral church outside, nor had he witnessed the real cathedral church.

It is understandable that he would ask a question like "What are the benefits of being a saint?" Otherwise, Amanda would have smashed his head long ago.

"Well, if this is Heatherly's own choice, I will support her."

Hearing what Blacklett said, Amanda poked Blacklett again.

Support, support. Heatherly supports any decision made by Heatherly, and Heatherly also supports Heatherly's choice.

Why don't these two get together quickly? They are so slow and indecisive. At this moment, neither of them noticed that Heatherly, who was supposed to concentrate on the ceremony, raised her lips uncontrollably.

"Heatherly did this for you! We are not fools like you and Anaretia who only know how to kill."

"Sometimes you have to use your brain. If Heatherly succeeds, she can instantly deal with the crowd in front of her, purify the control of the 'undead' over them, and let these people wake up and save their lives."

"But this is not so easy. There are many people who want to become a saint, but the Cathedral Church has not yet chosen a saint. The holy light on Heatherly is strong enough, but it's still a little short! Just a little short!"

Amanda looked at Heatherly in front of her and wished she could give Heatherly another push.

Although Heatherly released powerful holy light at this moment, she still failed to release the magic of the saint.

Heatherly was just one step away from releasing her saintly magic, which made Amanda very anxious. She regretted whether she was too anxious.

"..."

Black Light's god of war armor "Black King" is still tirelessly killing the crowd formed by the "undead substitutes".

The Valkyrie Annalethia who was trapped in the black cube was also killing the "undead substitutes" in large numbers.

According to the efficiency of Heilite and Analetia, it is estimated that it will take half a day to kill the crowd of people who gathered the population of several cities. This speed is not slow, it is indeed like mowing the grass.

But the question is not how long it will take to kill.

But if these people can survive and the problem can be solved without killing, then Blacklett will be happy to help Heatherly.

However, there would always be someone to interfere at this time, so Heilite chose to stay by Heatherly's side.

Just as Blacklett was thinking this, a tombstone mysteriously appeared in front of him, passing through the protective magic.

Unexpectedly, the "undead" was not targeting Heatherly, but Blacklett.

The next moment, Hei Lai Te felt a sudden darkness in front of his eyes.

"Heilite!"

"Mr. Reverend!"

Amid the exclamations of Heatherly and Amanda, Blacklett fell to the ground with a lifeless look in his eyes.

Chapter 178 Angeshi: Are you staying here for the feast?

"Lord Angus, are we leaving now?"

Rebecca stuffed the exquisite and expensive tea set in her hand under her skirt and asked the owner in front of her in a beautiful voice like a gramophone.

"Well, of course, there's no need for us to stay here anymore."

Angos hummed a cheerful song and walked away from Mins Street and the Eighth Seat, leaning on his horse-head short stick.

"Haha, you coward Angus, you are not simply afraid, are you? Are you afraid that the Eighth Seat will discover your evil intentions? Are you afraid that the Eighth Seat will successfully occupy Blacklett's body, right? Unfortunately, your plan will fail!"

The Sixth Seat, who finally got the chance to speak, didn't seem to cherish the opportunity. He would definitely mock Angesi as long as he was given the chance.

Only in this way can the Sixth Seat maintain his somewhat pathetic self-esteem.

But it is undeniable that what he said does make some sense. The battle has not yet ended, but Anges chose to leave early. However, the reason why Anges did so was not what the Sixth Seat said.

"I admit that the 8th seat's 'Undead' is quite powerful. He can manipulate the other party's consciousness and body at will through a medium, and he can also occupy the other party's body through magic, and he can even let his soul drill into the corpse and resurrect."

Angus was in a good mood and didn't care about the resistance of "Little Red Riding Hood" at all. He even turned around and picked up the horse-head short stick to adjust the little red hat on the sixth seat's head that was a little crooked.

Under the murderous gaze of the Sixth Seat, Anges twirled the horse-head short staff in his hand and walked towards the darkness in the distance.

"The Eighth Seat had been waiting for the opportunity. He had been using those cannon fodders to consume Black Light's magic power and willpower, in order to occupy Black Light's body and become Black Light himself."

"If he becomes Blacklet, then everything Blacklet has will belong to him. This is truly terrifying soul magic. The demigod title of 'Undead' also makes me want it even more."

"Now is the time that the Eighth Seat has been waiting for. After all, if we don't take action now and that young lady unleashes her terrible magic, the Eighth Seat will be at a considerable disadvantage. Mile City and this territory will also be out of the control of the Hermits, and the King of the Thirteenth Seat will be very dissatisfied."

This city of Mile and the entire territory here are controlled by the Hermit Order. The eighth and thirteenth seats of the Hermit Order both want to do something here.

It’s a pity that Angeshi has not really entered the core of the Hermit Order and has not gained the trust of the Chief, so he doesn’t know.

But Angos didn't come here to help the Hermits. He came to watch the fun and to look at the corpses.

"From your tone, you seem to think that the Eighth Seat can't deal with that kid!?"

Although Angos did not say it explicitly, it seemed that he was praising the Eighth Seat's title of "Immortal" for being powerful enough.

But the Sixth Little Red Riding Hood heard that Angers actually didn't think that the Eighth could successfully occupy Blacklett's body, otherwise how could this guy laugh.

"Of course, Little Red Riding Hood, do you still think that Blacklet is weak? But you have become what you are now. No one knows how terrifying Blacklet is better than me."

Angus smiled confidently.

"Stupid! The power of the Eighth Seat is different from mine. I did sneak through to become a Stage Seven, but the Eighth Seat is a true Stage Seven Demigod. He uses soul magic, not like me, fighting with a beast's body. I don't believe that Blacklett can withstand it."

The Sixth Seat is still trying to convince Angus.

"It's useless. The Eighth Seat will fail soon. No matter what kind of power he uses, it will not succeed."

Angos did not give too much explanation to the sixth seat.

The Sixth Seat didn't know much about Blacklett, but Angos had experienced Blacklett's life three times.