I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

Anna clasped her hands together, and a white lightsaber hovered in front of her, beginning to spin rapidly.

"The Wheel of Judgment".

The high-speed rotating lightsaber transformed into a three-meter-diameter light wheel, wrapped in dazzling white light, and crashed directly towards Hagen.

Wherever the halo passed, it carved a trench half a meter deep into the stone pavement.

Hagen dared not take the hit head-on. He pulled on the reins, and the Dragonblood warhorse retreated three steps, but the speed at which the light wheel tracked him exceeded his expectations.

boom!

The halo grazed the front leg of the Dragonblood Warhorse.

A piece of gray scale was shaved off.

The Dragonblood Warhorse let out a furious roar, and blood seeped from its legs where the scales had been removed.

"You're crazy."

Hagen's voice came from behind the helmet.

"Keep using Sacrifice of Light to stack Sin and then hang the Wheel of Judgment? How long can your sanity last?"

Hagen held his lance horizontally in front of him, its dark red light flickering, and a hint of confusion appeared in his voice.

"With three forbidden spells in effect at the same time, your sanity is dropping every second. At this rate, you'll collapse on your own before I even have to kill you."

Anna tilted her head slightly.

"so what?"

Hagen was silent for a moment.

"You want to die with me?"

Anna didn't answer, but her lips twitched slightly.

"To die together? You really think too highly of yourself."

Anna paused for a moment, then the golden flames suddenly surged.

Twelve golden chains of light appeared out of thin air and swept towards Hagen as if they were alive.

"Sacred Imprisonment!"

Hagen cursed, and the Dragonblood Warhorse sprang back, but the chains were too fast. Two chains wrapped around the warhorse's hind legs, and three chains bound his lance.

He pulled hard with one hand, and dark red magic erupted from the gun, snapping a chain.

But Anna was already on top of him.

A white lightsaber slashed down from above, accelerating the rotation of the Wheel of Judgment. The white light on the blade was so dazzling that even the moon seemed to dim.

Hagen was forced to abandon his gun.

He grabbed the scabbard with his right hand, drew a spare broadsword, and used both hands to parry.

boom!

The white light and dark red magic collided head-on, and Hagen's broadsword cracked, but he still managed to block it.

“That’s right,” Hagen said through gritted teeth, “but I’m not one to be trifled with either.”

With a flick of her broadsword, a dark red slash detached from the blade, transforming into a crescent-shaped blade of energy that flew close to the ground towards Anna.

Anna took off to dodge, then placed her left hand on her chest.

"Crime and Punishment".

As soon as she finished speaking, the golden flame on Anna's chest suddenly changed from gold to a deep amber color, then exploded from her body, transforming into a halo centered on her, which rapidly expanded in all directions.

The moment the halo swept over Hagen, the Dragonblood Warhorse neighed and knelt down, fine cracks appearing on its scales.

White smoke began to rise from Hagen's heavy armor.

"What is this?" He gritted his teeth, the veins on his neck bulging.

Crime and punishment.

Transform all the pain, exhaustion, and cost you endure into punishment for your enemy.

The more sanity points a forbidden spell consumes, the greater the damage it inflicts on the enemy.

Anna was losing sanity points from beginning to end.

She had been preparing for this move from the very beginning.

Hagen roared, and dark red magic surged from every pore of his body, forcefully breaking through the suppression of "Sin and Punishment." He jumped off his dragonblood warhorse, raising his broadsword high above his head.

"enough."

The dark red light on the sword surged to its limit, and then it slashed down.

Anna did not dodge.

She raised the white lightsaber with her right hand.

The two swords collided head-on in mid-air.

Anna's feet left two deep marks on the ground, and cracks appeared on the white lightsaber.

The six-level difference was laid bare in the clash of power.

“I told you,” Hagen’s voice came through, “you won’t last long.”

Anna looked up, her golden eyes burning in the amber flames.

"Who said I need to hold out for long?"

She released her left hand.

A ball of light the size of a fist had somehow condensed in the palm of his left hand.

The brightness of the light sphere is increasing rapidly.

Hagen's pupils contracted sharply.

"Self-detonation".

The ball of light exploded.

The golden explosion engulfed both of them simultaneously.

The shockwave spread outward from the epicenter, overturning half the street's cobblestone pavement, and sending rubble flying like a barrage of bullets.

Before the dust had completely settled, a figure staggered out from within.

Anna's nun's robes were torn in several places, and the flames and halo disappeared together.

Hagen knelt on one knee.

His helmet was gone, revealing a rugged face of about forty years old, covered in dust and blood.

But Hagen did not fall either; he leaned on the hilt of his broken sword and slowly stood up.

"Fine." He spat out a mouthful of blood. "What a madwoman from the church."

Anna looked at him and did not continue the attack. Today's experiment was enough. Continuing to fight might cause her sanity to drop and attract the evil god's followers.

Lynn walked through the gravel and dust to Anna's side.

He raised his hand and gently placed it on Anna's shoulder.

"Have you had enough?"

Anna turned her head and glanced at him.

"almost."

A satisfied smile appeared on her face.

Hagen watched the two of them, and then he realized something.

This boy, who had been watching the show from the back the whole time, hadn't made a move yet.

Lynn smiled at Hagen.

"It's finally my turn."

Chapter 118 The Softness in the Palm (Part Two)

Hagen's gaze fell on Lynn.

He instinctively cast an appraisal spell on Lynn.

[Level: 55]

Level 55.

Hagen frowned slightly, but that was all.

In terms of class difference alone, this situation is not good, but it is by no means enough to cause him panic.

Moreover, that woman had just cast several forbidden spells in succession, and her sanity had long since plummeted, so her combat power was bound to be greatly reduced.

The silver-haired nun, who was in her thirties, posed no threat whatsoever.

"What do you think you can change?" Hagen spat out the blood from the corner of his mouth and steadied himself by supporting himself with the broken sword with one hand.

Lynn looked at him but didn't rush to answer.

He quickly calculated in his mind.

A level 63 dragon knight's defense and vitality are no joke.

It is indeed difficult to completely resolve this issue in a short period of time using conventional methods.

But Lynn never intended to use conventional methods.

“I think,” Lynn smiled, “you might have some misunderstanding about the word ‘change’.”

He mobilized his sanity.

Take fifty points from your available sanity points.

In my mind, a dormant memory slowly lit up.

Hagen suddenly felt a scent from the deep sea permeating the air.

Hagen's pupils contracted sharply.

"This is?"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because a song started playing.

Extremely gentle, extremely mild, as if someone were whispering in your ear.

"Singing Together Across the Seas"

A silvery-white light appeared out of thin air behind Lynn, slowly coalescing into a blurry female silhouette in mid-air.

Her hair was like a waterfall, her eyes were bright, and her lower body was a huge silver fish tail.

The singing exploded in an instant.

An invisible mental shockwave swept outwards from Lynn's center, penetrating all defenses irrationally. The cavalrymen who had survived the battle collapsed to the ground in less than three seconds.

Hagen was the last to fall.

The dragon knight's mental strength far surpassed that of ordinary cavalrymen, and he held on for ten seconds.

In those ten seconds, he experienced the most incomprehensible thing in his life.

The song pierced his eardrums, bypassed his consciousness, and exploded directly in the depths of his soul.

His vision began to distort.

He saw the endless black sea, the waves surging under the pale blue moonlight, and blue eyes gazing at him from the depths of the ocean.

"impossible."

Hagen's legs went weak, and he gripped the hilt of the broken sword with all his might, trying to stay conscious through the pain.

"Two...level 50+...how is that possible..."