Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 147 Fanatics

"Stop fooling around!"

The boy was subjected to severe torture in the corner and had no choice but to confess: "I am a Saint-level powerhouse!"

Taiya stared intently at Tai'an. Being able to refine perfect-quality life potions meant he was at least a super-tier cultivator. On the surface, he was only one step away from the Saint Realm. While suspicion dominated her mind, she couldn't deny the possibility.

"Xiao An, you're not lying to me? When did you become so amazing?"

Tai'an rolled his eyes and looked up: "Don't brag about it everywhere, I won't admit it!"

"Don't worry, if I told people, they'd think I'm crazy." Taiya's smile was a bit silly.

At the banquet, Tinyham was warmly received, and the issue of the Florence Sisters, which he was most concerned about, received a promise from Taian.

Tonight, the Blue Rose family will send out their forces.

Main force: Ovisga.

Subsequent resettlement personnel: Gus, Aglaia, Yulin, Perinor.

The lineup was rather meager, which was quite different from the outside world's impression of Blue Rose, a team full of powerful figures.

Tai'an showed no intention of personally taking action, and he didn't even send Mussofi out.

A butler should act like a butler and should avoid participating in bloody situations, otherwise he will be tainted with bad energy, which will greatly reduce his approachability.

The evening breeze was chilly.

Tinyham glanced curiously at the figure following closely beside him from time to time. Almost the entire body was shrouded in a cloak, with no skin exposed.

The slender figure most likely indicates a woman.

Is she the sanctuary of the Blue Rose family?

Tai'an gave clear instructions that Ovisga would participate in the battle as a main force.

So far, Tiniham has not detected any of the qualities of a strong person, or even human qualities, in Ovisga!

He increased the speed of his leaps to test his opponent's strength.

As a result, Ovisga maintained the same distance. He showed absolutely no sign of embarrassment, remaining frighteningly stable!

Tiniham admitted his inferiority and silently suppressed his ulterior motives.

In a short while, the two crossed half the city and arrived at the rooftop of a house near the Florence Nunnery.

A night without stars or moon.

The darkness was so thick that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Tinyham silently cast a Night Vision spell on himself, also known as the Light Eye spell, a 0th-tier magic. Because it was cast directly on his eyes, it would put a certain strain on them. Fortunately, the amount of magic power required to activate a 0th-tier spell was still within the range that a human could bear.

"Tiniham!" Greta's telepathic message, filled with demonic power and obsession, burst forth from the convent chapel's skylight, her grey wings unfurling. She hovered in the night sky, wand made from the bones of an unknown creature in hand: "You can't escape."

The mental perception range of a super-level expert is enough to cover several miles around.

Tiniham had no intention of concealing his whereabouts and had already drawn his sword, ready for battle, his body ablaze with silver flames.

A major battle between the two sides is imminent.

Dark blue, dark purple, and black mage hands rained down from all directions.

The mud and rocks deformed into a giant, yellowish-brown hand, which rose up and charged into the sky to meet the attack.

However, the next second, a figure appeared behind High Sister Grace, a sharp bone blade piercing her heart and greedily draining her life force.

The elder nun's once-moist skin began to wither and dry at a visible rate, like dehydrated tree bark.

On her deathbed, Grace looked incredulous, completely unable to comprehend why the enemy had suddenly appeared behind her.

Even a super-level ranger who controls shadow movement wouldn't be able to traverse a distance of nearly a hundred meters in an instant.

"Why didn't I activate my backup plan?"

The substitute inscription, capable of transferring a fatal blow, crumbled under the erosion of negative energy. The demonic transformation for a desperate counterattack failed to activate due to the loss of too much life. As for the divine descent, considered the last trump card, the goddess showed no intention of entering her broken body to turn the tide.

A desperately powerful opponent blocked all of Grace's escape routes, and a swift and decisive strike brought the battle to a close.

The mage's hand and the gray wings behind her disintegrated, and Grace's body fell from the sky, turning into drifting black ash before even hitting the ground.

Ovisga flashed forward, landing first and grabbing the wand from Greta's hand.

The unidentified creature's skeleton is actually a piece of bone from a demon lord of hell, a being comparable to a god in power. Absorbing it would naturally bring many benefits. First, it would enhance physical strength, and second, it would inherit some of the demon's characteristics.

"Ovisga is a Saint-level expert." At this moment, Tinyham was finally 100% certain.

High Sister Grace proved the other's strength with her own life.

The Hundred Flowers Swordsman took a deep breath and strode towards the convent. The five-meter-high solid wood doors, with their intricate carvings, created an atmosphere of majesty and solemnity.

The mage pulled up the bolt.

With a sudden burst of strength, Tiniham opened the tightly closed door to both sides.

A woman's gasp came from inside the convent.

The praying nuns discovered that chilling tears of blood were flowing from the eyes of the pure white goddess statue.

Wherever Tiniham went, the girls huddled on either side like quails.

"High Priestess Grace is dead! Now, the Blue Rose Family has taken full control of the Flower Sisters' House."

Tiniham's clear voice struck like a thunderbolt. Everyone stared in disbelief as the young blond man walked up to the goddess statue, coldly swung his sword, and the head, bleeding and tearful, rolled off, accompanied by a seemingly disdainful snort.

"Making a mystery out of nothing."

The scene erupted instantly, with the crazed nuns lunging at the Hundred Flowers Swordsman like ferocious beasts ready to devour their prey.

"How dare you blaspheme the gods!"

"Absolutely unforgivable."

Tinyham remained indifferent as giant, earthen-yellow hands burst forth from the ground, precisely seizing the nuns who lunged at him.

There was no possibility of persuading the fanatic. With a slight exertion of force, the Shattered Grip broke its bones under the strain, emitting a chilling sound, and the flesh and blood turned into a pulp.

"Your future fate will be decided by the Blue Rose family. Those who resist will die!"

The king of the arena is never a soft-hearted person. The darkness he experienced in his childhood made Tinyham's mind far more resilient and hardened than that of ordinary people.

He stood quietly in the center of the prayer hall, his hands resting on his sword, awaiting the arrival of the Blue Rose family's successors.

About half an hour later, the group finally arrived.

Seeing the horrific scene, Guts was deeply disturbed and couldn't help but question Tinyham: "Didn't you go a bit too far?"

"It's regrettable! Certain sacrifices are unavoidable."

Tiniham showed no remorse and said indifferently, "These people blindly chose to attack me; most of them are fanatical believers with unwavering faith. There is no need for any negotiation."

"Can you clean it properly? It looks terrible..." Aglaia commented.

"Appropriate deterrence can reduce a lot of trouble!"

Tinyham summoned two balls of white ghost fire, which landed on the minced meat.

(End of this chapter)