I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

Just then, Lisa's door opened again, and she saw Hayes's departing figure. Her brows furrowed immediately.

"Who is he?" Lynn asked.

"Hayes, the most powerful mage in the Kingdom of Orentia, an old monster who has lived for two hundred and ten years."

Two hundred and ten years old?

Lynn was startled. Good heavens, it turned out to be an old codger.

"Why would such an important figure come to Windbreak City?"

Lisa shook her head: "That's beyond my knowledge."

She seemed unwilling to discuss this topic further and changed the subject: "What did you want to see me about?"

"Come in, come in and talk."

Lynn didn't delay any longer and waved to Lisa, inviting her to follow him into the house.

"Lisa, I'm going to meditate later. Could you take a look and see if there's anything I can improve?"

"it is good."

Lisa nodded.

She naturally wouldn't refuse such a simple request as just observing meditation from the sidelines.

The efficiency of meditation varies, and she could take this opportunity to see just how talented this extraordinary man really was.

Lynn returned to the bedside, sat cross-legged, and quickly got into a meditative state.

With a calm mind, everything around me became blurry.

In his perceived world, the bird's phantom appeared once again on the ceiling of the room.

It continued to hover, emanating an ominous aura.

Lynn resisted the urge to interrupt his meditation and focused his attention on Lisa.

However, Lisa simply stood there quietly, focused, seemingly unaware of anything amiss.

Oh no, she can't see!

The moment the thought crossed Lynn's mind, he prepared to immediately stop meditating.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The elements in the surrounding air seemed to be subjected to some kind of violent pull, suddenly becoming violent and rushing wildly into Lynn's body.

The bird-like phantom above their heads resembled a shark that had smelled blood, letting out a sharp screech before its form solidified in an instant.

"Ugh!"

Lynn felt as if his soul was being torn apart. The intense pain made him let out a muffled groan, and all the color drained from his face.

"Mr. Lynn!"

Seeing the pained expression on Lynn's face, Lisa's heart tightened. Ignoring the risk of lowering his sanity if she touched him, she rushed forward and placed her hand on his forehead.

"Calm your mind!"

A soft, holy light emanated from her palm.

The moment her palm touched Lynn's body, Lisa felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, followed by a sudden burst of light.

The room disappeared.

An endless sea of ​​clouds appeared out of nowhere.

They seemed to be at the top of the sky, and above them, a huge humanoid creature was flying.

It has an angelic silhouette, but its pure white wings are tattered and riddled with ugly gaps, and its head is that of a ferocious vulture.

"A broken-winged angel!"

Lisa gasped in surprise, blurting out a name that existed only in ancient church texts.

Wasn't this creature extinct a thousand years ago?

Lynn shook his slightly dizzy head and stood up.

Although the change in the scenery before him shocked him, he was not very flustered.

He turned to look at Lisa, who stood beside him with a horrified expression, and said:

"Go, Sister Thorn."

Chapter Seven: Enslaving the Winged Angel

"Go, Sister Thorn."

Lisa was taken aback by Lynn's nonsensical words, but she didn't have time to think about it, because the broken-winged angel above had already let out a sharp cry and swooped down with the sound of breaking wind.

A fierce battle is imminent.

This was the first thought that flashed through Lisa's mind.

Faced with this creature that only existed in ancient books, she almost instinctively prepared herself for a desperate fight.

"Identification Techniques".

[Race: Winged Angel]

[Level: 30]

【HP: 100%】

[Rationality: ??? / He covets your soul and fears your very existence]

……

The moment Lisa saw the test results, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, it's only level 30.

She thought the identification technique would fail.

The spell of identification has always been considered a rather useless spell by the church.

When used on humans, as long as the other party is still conscious, no matter how large the difference in level is, they can only see the level information, and it is very likely to be incorrect.

After all, living in a world like this, who doesn't have some hidden level spells or equipment?

This makes it very ineffective in battles between people.

Normally, the greatest use of this spell is to assess monsters that roam the wild and have no self-awareness.

She originally thought that when faced with this legendary species, the identification technique might be blocked by some unknown force.

Now it seems I was overthinking things.

Even so, Lisa did not let her guard down in the slightest. She raised her head, stared at the menacing vulture's head, and tightened her grip on her longsword.

Legendary species, no matter how low their level, should never be judged by common sense.

She decided to give it her all.

"The Rebellious Greatsword".

Lisa chanted softly, and the next second, she plunged the sharp longsword in her hand into her own chest without hesitation.

The sword tip emerged from his back, leaving a trail of scarlet blood droplets.

The intense pain caused Lisa's body to tremble slightly, but she did not hesitate in the slightest.

A moment later, she suddenly drew her longsword.

The once silver-white sword had turned crimson, and the blade was wreathed in a visible bloody aura, as if it had just been pulled from a pool of blood in hell.

Lisa raised her longsword high and slashed directly at the winged angel that was swooping down.

A massive, blood-red sword aura detached from the blade and, with the force of tearing through the air, struck the winged angel with pinpoint accuracy.

"Wow—!"

A mournful cry echoed through the sky.

The massive body of the winged angel was forcefully knocked down from mid-air by the sword energy, crashing heavily onto the sea of ​​clouds and stirring up huge surging waves.

After doing all this, Lisa's face turned pale.

This move is a forbidden technique that can only be activated at the cost of sacrificing one-third of one's own life points.

She dared not delay and immediately cast an Appraisal spell on the fallen, broken-winged angel.

[Race: Winged Angel]

[Level: 30]

【HP: 24%】

[Sanity: ??? / It is howling in fear]

Only 24% of health remains.

Lisa silently assessed the situation in her mind.

As expected of a fantasy creature, any other level 30 being would have been instantly killed by the "Rebellion Greatsword," leaving not even a trace.

This thing is actually quite meaty.

Seeing this, Lynn's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down completely.

Being able to call for backup is so damn satisfying.

Having a strong thigh supporting you from the front, all you have to do is lie flat from behind – it feels amazing!

Just when he thought the battle was over, the broken-winged angel lying in the sea of ​​clouds struggled to flap its shattered wings once more.

Countless pure white feathers, stained with filth, detached from their wings and transformed into a rain of arrows, raining down upon Lynn and Lisa.

Seeing this, Lisa took a step forward, completely shielding Lynn behind her.

She made a gesture with one hand in front of her.

"Guardian of Holy Light".

A semi-transparent golden shield appeared out of thin air, enveloping the two of them.

The rain of feather arrows struck the shield, producing a dense clanging sound, yet failing to create even a ripple.

How thoughtful!

Lynn looked at Lisa's petite back in front of him and felt a little warm inside.

After the feather attack, the broken-winged angel could no longer hold on, its massive body completely collapsed, with only faint breathing proving that it was still alive.

The battle is over.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lynn rushed out from behind Lisa and headed straight for the dying monster.

An opportunity! A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

As he ran, he frantically recalled the contents of the "Binding Codex" in his mind, and those obscure and strange incantations appeared with unparalleled clarity.

He didn't know if he could succeed, but he had to try.

Lynn rushed to the broken-winged angel, reached out and placed his hand on its ugly vulture head, and began to chant the twisted, ancient incantation.

As the incantation was uttered, an eerie power surged from his palm.

it works.

Lynn could clearly feel a strange connection being established between him and the monster.

The next moment, the surrounding sea of ​​clouds began to shake violently, and then collapsed and shattered inch by inch.

As the light and shadow shifted, Lynn and Lisa found themselves back in that simple room.

Lisa remained in the position of stretching one hand forward, while Lynn continued to sit cross-legged on the bed.

Everything was exactly the same as it had been a few minutes ago, as if the thrilling battle just now had been an illusion.

But Lynn clearly sensed that something was different.

An invisible spiritual link had been formed between him and the winged angel. He could sense its presence, know its information, and feel its submission.