Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

"So you are the commander."

Tricia spoke up.

The army of the men in white all wore the same uniform, making it unclear who was the leader - but now it was known.

When the woman saw Tricia's face clearly, there was a hint of panic in her eyes, but more of it was provocation and arrogance. She laughed arrogantly - although it was just a twisted laugh to force herself to remain calm.

"Sage! Everyone praises your kindness and compassion. So, will you kill me? Let me see how far you can go against a fellow human like me."

"Do I need to kill you?"

Tricia asked back.

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman's eyes quickly dimmed and lost focus, and the smile on her face disappeared as her shoulders and mouth drooped - she had been hypnotized by Tricia.

"I ask you, where is the hero?"

"I don't know... I'm just following the plan to surround this place... I guess the hero should be deep in the forest..."

She answered truthfully.

"What's the plan?"

"Kill the hero..."

"Whose order?"

"My Lord..."

"Who is he?"

"Dorian Lewis..."

It’s that name again—so, these people in white should be the ones sent by the Kingdom of Levis, but for some reason they are all wearing white. Are they hiding their identities?

Tricia narrowed her eyes slightly and continued to ask.

"Why attack the hero?"

"I don't know... but our master will never let our blood be shed in vain."

"No, he will, because I'm here."

Tricia snorted softly, waved her hand, and the invisible force vanished, throwing the woman down. The woman finally came to her senses, and her face changed. As an officer, she had naturally undergone a lot of rigorous mental resistance training, but her strict mental barriers were like paper that could be pierced by Tricia.

No, it should be said that it was like water. Tricia had already planted a hint in her without hurting her spirit at all - and she actually told the truth without hiding anything.

"Damn it! You devil!"

The woman suddenly pulled out a dagger from her waist, and she burst out with all the remaining strength in her body, stabbing straight at Tricia. But just as she took a step, she crashed into a space crack. In the blink of an eye, Tricia's figure disappeared in front of her, and the surrounding scenery was also very different. Instead, there were soldiers from the 1st Battalion of the 9th Infantry Division who were also stunned. The woman was sent directly by Tricia into the middle of the soldiers with spears.

"I'll leave her to you. Don't kill her yet."

Tricia said without turning her head, and the woman only realized it later and raised her sword to resist, but even Madeleine Fismander, a brave warrior, could not compete with the elite warriors of the First Battalion, let alone her who only had a dagger in her hand and was already injured?

puff-

After only a brief exchange, the weapon in her hand was knocked away, and the soldiers' swords pierced her limbs, pinning her to the ground. What followed was a beating for venting. The First Battalion was an elite force forged in battles of blood and iron. Each of them was a warrior who had seen countless bloodshed. Although they would not kill the female commander who was the source of intelligence, they would not have any mercy in the face of the enemy. Simply making people feel worse than death was not a difficult task for them.

The whole scene was seen by the soldiers in white.

More and more people put down their weapons out of fear, but there are still many people who refuse to take a step back.

"You asked for this."

In fact, there is something that women say is very true. Tricia will not choose killing as the first choice to solve the problem most of the time, but this does not mean that Tricia will really be so "merciful" to her enemies.

"I think you haven't figured out how much of the rumors circulating about me are embellished and embellished."

As Tricia finished her words, a commotion immediately broke out behind the men in white - the flesh and limbs of those already dead monsters began to wriggle, and any corpse whose head had not been crushed was wrapped in a black mist, making a teeth-grinding sound. When they reappeared, they were clearly dead, but they stood up again, their cloudy eyes flashing with murderous intent, their broken bodies dragging their bloody limbs, blocking the rear of the men in white tightly.

That was undoubtedly necromancy, but an average necromancer could only awaken a few corpses at a time.

Someone cried out in fear.

"It's the Undead... It's the Undead! Don't come over! Don't get close to me! Please save me!"

Almost all those guarding the rear were magicians and sorcerers. They were as powerless as chicks in the face of the huge monster. The huge palm that was big enough to hold a warhorse instantly killed several people who did not have time to evacuate.

Their commander had been captured by Tricia. At this moment, the adjutant stepped forward. He quickly climbed onto the damaged ballista, stood upright, raised his sword, and shouted, "Brave warriors! Take up your weapons! Don't let these monsters rush over! They are just dead corpses. Use fire and ice magic to stop them! They are nothing to be feared!"

"Damn it! They're coming!"

"Attack! Attack quickly!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs but got no response. He turned his head impatiently, but was stunned - he saw that the mages were frantically and panic-strickenly making up spells, but the magic circle in their hands just appeared and immediately collapsed and disappeared. They had despair on their faces and tried again and again, but one careless move caused an explosion due to the loss of control of the magic power. With a bang, the huge magical impact engulfed several mages who could not use magic. Some fell to the ground wailing with blood, and some could not even see their human form. It was obvious that they were deader than dead.

"What's wrong with you!? Fight back! Use your magic to attack those guys!"

The adjutant roared angrily.

"Sir... I... I can't control my magic anymore..."

"I...I am..."

"The magic here has been disrupted!" Someone, looking terrified, stopped casting magic. "We... are being targeted... We can't escape!"

It's not that the magic power has disappeared, but that the stable magic elements that were originally wandering in the air have now become very active, or in other words, disordered, chaotic and disorganized.

This is fatal for magicians. The magic elements are rushing around everywhere, which makes it impossible for them to condense the magic power steadily, and it is even more difficult to carve out magic circles in the impact of the fluctuating magic elements - just like it is easy to take out a leaf from a calm pond, but what if you put that leaf in a flowing river?

But at this moment, what they faced was not a river, but a sea in the midst of a storm and raging waves - they were like a rickety little fishing boat. Let alone controlling the magic power, any attempt to forcibly break through the wind and waves of the magic element would immediately lead to the backlash of the magic. At the mildest, their spirits would be traumatized and they would fall into a trance. At the worst, the torrent of magic element would flow into their bodies, and all the magic power in their bodies would be out of control, and the whole person would become a horrible flesh and blood bomb.

At the same time, the corpses of hundreds of monsters formed a bloody wall, twisting in strange postures and approaching those people, eating away their spirits step by step with fear.

"As expected of a sage... you're actually able to completely block the magic energy in such a large area..."

Some soldiers sighed, and at the same time, they couldn't help but feel fortunate that the sage was on their side. They couldn't help but marvel at the amazing and versatile methods of the arcane sage - using the innate fear brought by the undead to crush the enemy's fighting will, and blocking the enemy's means of attack, so that they could not offer any resistance in fear. This was undoubtedly the most shaking strategy.

If Elsa were here, she would probably think of a type of video game from her previous life - for players, the ones who are more likely to feel uneasy and frightened are always those enemy units that cannot be attacked.

The soldiers looked longing or dazed.

Although their knowledge of Tricia was limited to the legends told by the bards, the stories told by the old people who had experienced the Demon King War, and the exciting opera performances at the festival every year, all of this made them full of fantasies about this living legend. However, after actually seeing her, they realized that their previous imagination of Tricia was still too conservative.

But at this moment, they couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of their hearts.

Their brave sir, that young girl, will one day become as strong as Tricia, and fight alongside Tricia to resist the new disaster that may come at any time.

What an inspiring and exciting great cause this is, and as soldiers of the First Battalion, they are right in the middle of it at this moment. Although it is only for a brief moment, they also personally experience the feelings of those elderly predecessors when they talk about their experiences and stories in their youth.

Tricia had no idea what the soldiers were thinking and just shook her head.

"This is not magic that blocks magical power."

Tricia said, and couldn't help but think of Elsa's unique talent for dispelling magic - that was the magic that could be called "sealing magic".

What she was doing now was far inferior to dispelling magic. It was just a little trick of mystical magic. Although she was a little modest, Tricia really thought it was just a little trick not worth mentioning.

By compressing magic power, all the magic elements in the area are disrupted, making the enemy unable to control their magic - that's all, it's not a great method. If the opponent is also an extraordinary wizard, then this method will have no effect on him at all.

The shortcoming of this magic is that it cannot work on mages above the extraordinary level.

But the soldiers obviously didn't think so.

While both were killing, Tricia's method was effective in deterring others. When someone died from the backlash of magic, would the others continue to resist with magic? Once they began to think about giving up, their resolve would quickly slip towards surrender. Humans are like that; once wavering, they easily betray their previous resolve.

at the same time--

A fierce battle has broken out between two light cavalry units on the flanks of the battlefield, and they are fighting against each other. One side is the light cavalry of the Kingdom of Levis. They are not stupid. When they realize the arrival of the Mystic Sage, they immediately begin to retreat, but how could Abru let them go?

"Want to run? Hum, have you asked me?"

Count Abru led his light cavalry to frantically chase and intercept Levis's light cavalry, and used magic to block their retreat from time to time. Levis's cavalry suffered terribly - before, the initiative was in their hands, and they made Count Abru extremely anxious, but now the positions have been reversed, and the initiative fell into Count Abru's hands, and it was their turn to be extremely anxious.

"Damn it! That sage will definitely notice this place if this continues..."

The leading cavalryman was very anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

Although only two minutes had passed since the sage appeared, he shouldn't be able to target them so quickly, but they didn't dare to take the risk.

Just then, a familiar gray cone appeared in the air and fell straight towards them.

The moment they saw the cone-shaped air mass, Levis's cavalrymen's faces turned pale.

Count Abru let out a long sigh and burst into laughter.

"Surrender! You can't escape!"

The gray cone disappeared, revealing Elsa's figure. In order to avoid the aftermath of the fall from injuring Count Abru and the imperial cavalry, Elsa deliberately controlled her speed and landed smoothly, leaving only a shallow pit less than 40 centimeters deep, revealing the shattered stones beneath the soil.

"Huh? Wait! She's not a sage!"

"what?"

"Don't be afraid, everyone! She's not a sage!"

At this time, someone among Levis's cavalry shouted loudly, and then commanded the cavalry to turn their guns and aim at Elsa.

"Charge! She's not a sage, she definitely can't stop us!"

"Go! Don't be afraid! Don't hesitate! Otherwise, when the sage arrives here, you really won't be able to leave!"

Then a large group of people rushed towards Elsa, shouting. The tall, strong war horses ran like chariots, making terrifying neighs, and their iron hooves rolled up the mud, leaping up and stomping towards Elsa.

"careful!"

Count Abru gave a warning.

Then he saw Elsa grab the horseshoe of the warhorse with her bare hands, and threw both the horse and herself out, knocking down several cavalrymen. Then a heavy sword that was half a head taller than Elsa appeared in Elsa's hand, and a black crescent swept across the open space in front.

puff--

With Elsa as the center, the semi-arc-shaped area hundreds of meters in front of her suddenly shook. The ground shook for a moment. Both the grass and the hard rocks were wiped out in this instant. Countless broken rocks were lifted up, and a huge gully appeared on the ground.

Elsa didn't aim at the cavalrymen, but aimed at the front of them, directly cutting off their way - some cavalrymen didn't have time to stop and rushed directly into the ravine.

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413. Differentiation Space (5K)

Aisha's intervention forced Levis's light cavalry to surrender - facing the absolute strength displayed by Aisha and the covetous Count Abru and his army, Levis's cavalry had no choice.

Count Abru was also surprised by Elsa's strength. He couldn't help but glance at the black heavy sword in Elsa's hand. On the one hand, he felt that the heavy sword was extraordinary, but on the other hand, he felt that the black color and rough style of the sword did not match Elsa very well.

He did not recognize the War Demon General's heavy sword, otherwise he would never have such an idea - the War Demon General's sword was a sacred weapon. Since the War Demon General was defeated, the murderous aura on its sword had long been washed away by the Saint. After more than forty years of silence, it no longer had the reputation of the past, but its sturdy sword body was very suitable for Elsa.

"You are Count Abru?"

Ignoring the surrendered Levis cavalry, Aisha asked Count Abru.

"you are?"

"My name is Aisha Faris, the Holy Sister of this generation."

Elsa thought about it and decided that this was the easiest way to explain it.

Count Abruzzo suddenly understood.

"So you are the head Saint Sister..."

It's not that he hasn't heard rumors about the Holy Sister of this generation, but those rumors were mostly only mentioned among the upper class. He was only reminded by Duke Ryanfort, but knew nothing about the Holy Sister herself.

He originally thought that the Holy Sister should be a person who is as old-fashioned, silent and indecisive as those priests, but now she seems different from his impression.

But one thing is certain, the Holy Sister of this generation is indeed very powerful. However, Count Abru will not speculate on how powerful the Holy Sister is, as that is beyond his reach.

"It's enough for you to know me, so I won't introduce myself any further."

"Oh, sorry, please forgive my disrespect just now, Sister Saint. As you can see, I am the commander here, Espirito Abreu..."

He said quickly, but was immediately interrupted by Aisha.

"As for the pleasantries, forget about that. Please tell me the hero's whereabouts. The Sage and I have come here for the hero, but unfortunately, we still don't know what happened here. All I have is fragmentary information from the Duke. I hope you can provide me with more detailed and accurate information."

Count Abru didn't dwell on the situation; the situation was urgent. Although he wanted to take this opportunity to get acquainted with the head nun, he knew now was not the right time. He immediately shared his intelligence with Elsa, much of which he had gathered from the soldiers of the First Battalion.

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"A forest filled with white mist?"

"Yes. Although the soldiers of the First Battalion seemed confused and couldn't clearly explain the direction of their retreat, according to the reports from the soldiers of the Second and Sixth Battalions, they discovered through investigation that the footprints of the soldiers of the First Battalion extended all the way to the mountainous area ahead—the area surrounded by the white-clad troops. I believe that's where the brave man is right now."

As he spoke, Count Abru pointed in the direction of the mountains. Elsa also looked over there, but she didn't see any misty mountains. Only the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the scenery was lush and green. No matter how you looked at it, it looked like just an ordinary forest. The only thing that could be praised was that it was big - very big. The rolling mountains made the whole forest look like rolling clouds, and the layers of treetops tightly blocked out everything in the forest.