Type-Moon, I'm a magician, is that true?

Noelle sobbed after hearing this. The fear of being abandoned and the sense of responsibility for everyone's lives made her feel like she was at the bottom of the sea, unable to breathe.

Aiwen did not refute, but simply handed the light in his hand to her.

"No, if you want to survive, you have no choice but to accept the power and protect the church. If you give up, there will be no future for you."

Aiwen's expression was obviously very gentle, but it was also mixed with unquestionable advice, as cold and correct as the principles recorded in the classics.

"You are the only one left with normal thinking ability, so I will give you a choice, but whatever the outcome is, you will have to bear it alone."

There was a coercive tone in his words, which would have been refuted by the adolescent Noel under normal circumstances.

But only at this moment will she accept it as the supreme truth.

The spirit of an ordinary person is fragile, and one bad night can break it, but if it survives, it will definitely be changed.

The gratitude for being saved, the reversal of despair, and the shocking night that transcended the worldview killed the ordinary girl Noelle.

What survives now is the new her, who is a combination of fragments of the past and piety.

"What the God who saved me said must be correct. I only need to remember his teachings and put them into practice. This is the only way to escape this hell."

In this way, she, who regards saving her own Aiwen as her belief, will complete the task assigned by Aiwen without hesitation and meticulously.

"I understand."

The girl kneeling on the ground took a deep breath and adjusted her posture. She knelt on one knee, lowered her head, one hand pressed against her chest, and the other hand stretched out firmly.

Like a steadfast saint, like a fool who doesn't think.

"If these are your words, I will believe them and swear never to go against your expectations. Although I don't know what the outcome will be, I will do my best to protect everyone here."

Just like a believer meeting the true embodiment of his faith, just like a child carrying the expectations of his parents, Noyer is now taking steps towards an unknown future.

"Well, that's good. While death isn't something to be despised, struggling to survive is also natural."

Aiwen loosened his hand, and the familiar golden light floated into the body of the girl in front of him.

"Ugh!"

A feeling of heaviness instantly permeated Noyer's limbs and bones. His ears became sharper, his vision could see details from far away, the hardness and toughness of his bones increased dramatically, and the efficiency of his respiratory and circulatory systems increased by generations.

This feeling of power fascinated her, and Noelle found herself evolving into a higher level of life at the speed of light.

"What is this? I feel so strong."

The girl looked at her palm in a daze.

"It's the millennium-old mystery itself. I temporarily separated myself from a Phantasmagoric not long ago."

"It's now connected to your destiny. Your body now possesses at least two thousand years of mystery. The accumulated weight over these long years will increase your body's capacity. Ordinary vampires will no longer be your match."

"Ah, this isn't a gift, it's just a temporary loan." Aiwen suddenly thought of something and reminded him, "One day in the future, I will take this privilege back."

"After all, it's someone else's thing, so I have to return it to him."

"Your will."

Noyer was not overwhelmed by the sudden power. He bowed his head respectfully, with only infinite gratitude in his heart.

"That's all for now. Protect yourself and the survivors. I'll take care of the vampires wreaking havoc in this town."

Aiwen stood up straight, turned around and left the church. He had done what he could. Although it took several minutes, he felt it was worth it.

Perhaps more people were killed elsewhere in the town during this time, but Aiwen didn't care.

Someone called for help, and he responded to the call, that's all.

In the very end, he only left a farewell to Noyer, who was staring at his back with longing.

"Anyway, see you in the future."

After saying that, he walked out of the church. His figure was gradually obscured by flames and blood and could no longer be seen, but Noyer's eyes were shining.

That was the look of a fanatic.

"I hope everything goes as you wish." She prayed silently, praying like she was sleeping, praying like she was burning.

The terrifying roar was heard again from the church door.

Noyer stood up silently, shook off his tiredness, and faced the dead who had gathered together again for the first time.

"Obey the words of 'my Lord,' this time I will protect you with force, not crying."

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On the other side, Aiwen went straight through the town like a bulldozer, turning all the piles of corpses, brick buildings, ice walls, and monsters in his way into dust.

The silent and deep cave runs freely in this empire of corpses.

His target was the center of the town, which was distorted and out of place on the planet, like a mixture of colorful paints on white paper.

"It seems there's more than one ancestor. The space there has separated from the planet itself and turned into a complete demonic realm."

Although he didn't know the full situation, Aiwen could tell at a glance how bad the situation was.

A grand ceremony, the pinnacle of magic, gathering the curses and power of several ancestors of the Dead Apostles, and the result is enough to bring about the "End of the World".

“Changes that shouldn’t be happening are literally blowing the roof off the planet.”

Aiwen was amazed by such a great feat. The ingenuity of the ceremony and the subversive design were unprecedented and could be considered the limit of human intelligence.

"But perhaps it's fate that I've landed at this very moment. Perhaps this is also the wish of the planet itself?"

Holding his chin with his fingers, Aiwen looked at the distorted and chaotic space with a cold smile.

"Speaking of which, I hate Dead Apostles the most. The Ancestral Blood Ring is the most filthy of all. Since they are performing rituals to seek something, I must destroy their wishes."

The space before my eyes is surrounded by the principle of "city, that is, kingdom", which is both an obstruction and a restriction.

Blocking ignorant outsiders, and at the same time suppressing the resistance of someone within the kingdom with the authority of ruling the kingdom.

However, due to Aiwen's previous destruction, the current strength of the city's principle is not as strong as before.

After all, now that the city wall has been breached, the king's status will naturally be degraded, just like a crack appearing on a flawless gem.

Aiwen could now vaguely hear the roar coming from inside the wall, the sound was as loud as a missile bombardment.

Chapter 52 Bai Ji

"Boom!"

With the huge force of the turbulence of mountains and seas, the enemy ancestors were forced to dodge and hide, and their bodies could not remain intact under such a huge force.

However, after dodging, their concentrated attack forced the white figure back again. Although it was a little more embarrassed than before, the overall advantage was still on their side.

"Whoosh!"

With a sharp whistle, the giant white steel lance smashed towards the elegantly dressed woman. The trajectory of the lance tip was like lightning, at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.

"Qiang!"

But this exquisite attack was easily blocked by the girl's own bare hands. Her slender and beautiful knuckles were really disproportionate to the steel gun, but against common sense, she repelled a weapon several times her size.

"Well."

He tapped the ground with his feet to relieve the force coming from the spear, but even so, the gray-haired Dead Apostle's hands still couldn't control the spasms.

"Even with her planetary support cut off, she remains so powerful. As expected of the True Ancestor's princess, Elquet Brunstad!"

The defeated Dead Apostle showed a ferocious smile, and with a wave of his left hand with a thick leather glove, a large amount of flames poured towards the girl called Elquet like a tide.

But Elquet just glanced away, and the atmosphere turned into a vacuum blade that split the sea of fire. But when she decided to pursue the victory, rose-colored flowers bloomed from the void and blocked her way.

Outside the battlefield, in the center of the ceremony, a girl with a beautiful and plump figure, but completely naked except for a cloak, was silently adjusting the ritual.

His originally calm face was now filled with gloom.

"What on earth happened?" she muttered to herself.

"The strength of Klaue's principle suddenly dropped a little, causing a flaw in the ritual that perfectly suppressed the princess. Who has this ability?"

The unexpected situation troubled her. This was clearly a great opportunity to realize her long-cherished wish. Just now, she had even captured the invincible True Ancestor Princess Elquet, but now she had failed.

"Fortunately, there's still a chance to remedy the situation. We just need to wait for Klaue to stabilize and rejoin the battlefield. The princess's resistance will be useless. The [City] is the most trustworthy in terms of defense."

Thinking of this, the girl conveyed her thoughts to the giant behind her: "Klaue, how is your recovery going? There's plenty of blood, so the speed should be pretty good."

"No, the injury is incurable."

The huge dead apostles, like a walking city, emitted a buzzing sound, but compared to before, its momentum was no longer as strong.

"Really? That's bad." The girl sighed, not because of Klaue's injury, but because she had a bad premonition.

"I've already touched the White Avatar with this incredibly gifted body, but fate isn't on my side after all?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Klaue behind him once again let out a wailing sound like the friction of mechanical parts, and his already fluctuating momentum declined again.

At the same time, the edge of the ritual protected by the [city, that is, the kingdom] collapsed silently.

The cursed city wall shattered like tofu, scattered helplessly on the ground, completely lacking the strength it should have. Blood flowed out from the cracks in the wall, with life reactions like a living thing.

Klaue fell silently to the ground, his huge body hitting the remaining rubble, splashing a large amount of dust, and his vitality quickly faded.

"..."

The situation came to a standstill for a moment. The Dead Apostles who were besieging the gorgeously dressed White True Ancestor all retreated, keeping a vigilant posture and looking towards the collapsed city wall.

Elquet did not pursue her. She took the opportunity to rest and quickly recover her remaining strength.

Now that the planet's connection to her is cut off, she can no longer receive supplies.

So when Aiwen walked into the wall, he saw such a quiet scene. The Dead Apostles and True Ancestors stopped fighting at the same time, and their dim red eyes were all staring in his direction.

The vampire's gaze was magical, and the gaze of the ancestral Dead Apostles was enough to make people feel uncomfortable, but as the intersection of their gazes, Aiwen felt only disgust.

"Oh, what a...!"

A clear girl's voice sounded, and the blue-haired Dead Apostle, wearing only a cloak, trembled with excitement. Her eyes were filled with extreme excitement, as if she had seen a believer in the Lord.

"Perfection! This perfect being, this flawless soul! It's simply, it's eternity itself!"

She laughed wildly, unable to restrain herself from bending over and hugging her arms tightly. Her wanton expression was so distorted that she completely lost the beauty of her body.

"Although the plan failed, there was indeed a pleasant surprise. So fate has favored me this time?!"

The other ancestors of the Dead Apostles felt the same joy. Although they did not have Roya's vision, they all felt the transcendent beauty without exception, and their inner greed almost broke out.

'I want to have it.'

'Want to suck his blood.'

"I want to turn him into my own offspring, keep him by my side forever, and preserve this beauty forever."

Unable to stop showing their sharp blood-sucking fangs, the ancestors' hearts were filled with desire, and they almost lost themselves as they moved forward.

But before they could vent their inner lust, desire for reproduction, and desire for possession, a melodious, cold and noble voice sounded first.

"Noisy snake, despicable Roya, thief who stole my power, do you not take me seriously? How dare you be so defenseless?"

A white shadow flashed by like lightning, bringing with it a strong wind, and a pair of arms wrapped in elegant sleeves passed straight through the chest of the naked blue-haired girl.

"Wow!"

With blood splattering, Elquet directly took out Roya's heart. The scarlet blood stained his white palm, adding an embellishment to the beauty of the True Ancestor.

The ancestors of the Dead Apostles suddenly regained consciousness. They looked at each other and saw the intention of retreat in each other's eyes.

They didn't want to die yet. Originally, they could rely on Roya's ritual to greatly weaken Elquet, so they were naturally willing to take action.

But now Luo Ya's heart was ripped out due to negligence, and he was half dead. Naturally, the ritual could not be carried out. They did not have the courage to fight against Bai Ji in normal state, and there was no chance of winning at all.

"If you want to leave, it won't be that easy. You are all my targets."

Aiwen took a step forward, and the wave of magic spread out from him as the center. Everything collapsed like a melted candle, becoming nothing but information.