After rebirth, one gold coin bought the Elf Princess

Even if Constantine guessed a million times, he would never have guessed that it was her who walked out of the abyss!

"The First Saint, Anishia?!"

Constantine's fingertips trembled.

The first saint died early and was rehabilitated quickly. Not long after being burned to death unjustly, she was canonized and became an idol for the young people in the Court of Light.

However, the first saint walked out of the abyss.

Constantine's mind was a little confused, so he could only introduce himself with a smile.

"I am Constantine, the God of Light..."

"No need to introduce myself. I am not interested in the names and identities of the dead."

There was no expression in Anishya's eyes, as if she was talking about a trivial matter.

The first generation Saint was indeed capable of fighting, and after falling into the abyss, she most likely became “three points stronger than before” and was even more powerful.

The Demon Lords of the Abyss allowed Anishya to come, which showed their absolute trust in her strength.

Constantine never dared to hope to defeat Anishia, but there is a third outcome to the duel between strong men: a draw.

When masters fight, they stop when they have reached the limit.

Unless they want to fight to the death, the competition between strong people often ends in a draw.

Constantine did not despair. As long as he could hold on for a few more moves, he would have a chance to negotiate with Anishia.

He took a deep breath, and his whole body was enveloped by milky white light.

Seeing this familiar opening move, Enesia said coldly: "You remind me of a disgusting animal."

"Oh?"

"I thought of the turtle."

The first saint reached out and grabbed an unremarkable spear.

Before Constantine could make the first move, she leaped up and stabbed the tip of her gun straight into Constantine's throat.

Constantine's expression suddenly turned ugly.

Although he was very confident in his own strength, he was not so arrogant as to think that he, the first generation saint, could defeat her.

The first generation witch was a strong one, but she didn’t have any strong demeanor at all.

Who says they should just fight when they say so, and not even let the weaker party take the first step.

This is so unprofessional!

Constantine was furious, but Aenesia remained indifferent.

This is not a competition, but a life-and-death battle.

Stupid, it's time to get going!

The speed of Enesia's gun tip was so fast that a normal person couldn't react in time.

Constantine retreated vigilantly, dodged, and quickly widened the gap.

However it was still too late.

How can the speed at which a person disappears and dodges be compared with a weapon like a spear?

"puff!"

Constantine looked at the first saint in front of him in disbelief, opened his mouth several times, but in the end, he said nothing.

His body fell heavily to the ground, and he died with his eyes open.

What made him most unable to accept was not that he was killed instantly in one move, but that he did not even get to test out the strength of the first-generation Saint.

The first-generation saint had become a high-level member of the Abyss, and was naturally rejected by the Tiamat plane. The recovery speed of the light energy in her body was very slow.

However, the first saint took him down with just divine energy.

Seeing Constantine's unwilling death, Enesia came in front of him, slowly squatted down, and said softly:

"What are you dissatisfied with? You've gone astray, so what's the harm in taking a few more steps?"

Although Constantine is a demigod, he is like a babbling baby in front of the witch.

The path to becoming a demigod is wrong.

The first generation of witches took a relatively rare path of cultivation in the abyss.

The path she chose was the right one.

Aenesia showed no respect for Constantine.

Respect was only for the strong, and it was clear that Constantine was not a strong man by her standards.

Knowing that it is a wrong path, but still having to embark on it, how can one become a super strong person with this mentality?

Since he was not a strong man, the body could be dealt with casually.

Anishia obtained all of Constantine's relics, and then she casually summoned the Abyss Hound.

The Abyss Hound is not from the Canidae family, but from the Hyaenidae family, and is a scavenger.

Watching Constantine's body being crushed and swallowed by the Abyss Hounds, and listening to the sound of hard bones being gnawing by teeth, the corners of the First Saint's mouth rose slightly.

She still has a lot of things to do, and she will visit those "old friends" in the Court of Light one by one.

Not one can be missing.

Volume 261: The Hero's Path: Chapter : The Witch Returns Home

When Evans saw strategist Landry appear, he felt a slight chill on his back.

Has he been exposed?

Just as cold sweat broke out on his back, Landry said slowly: "Your Majesty, our plan must be accelerated."

"Just now, Constantine, the Holy Judge of the Court of Light, provoked Her Majesty the Witch and was shot dead on the spot. It is obvious that the Court of Light has discovered the door to the tower."

"Killed on the spot?"

Evans muttered to himself, his face looking very ugly.

Of course he had heard of the name of the Holy Judge, but he didn't know that the powerful man in white robe who appeared earlier was Constantine.

He asked in a low voice with some disbelief: "Saint... I mean, Constantine, this lackey of the Divine Court, should be at the level of a demigod, right? Is Her Highness the Witch not injured?"

"Your Majesty, please put aside your delusions and be humble in front of Her Majesty the Witch."

Landry reminded him with a serious expression: "Demigod is just a wrong name in the material plane. This kind of cultivator has only one name in the Abyss: the Wanderer."

“The faster a person goes astray, the further he is from the true peak.”

"Her Majesty the Witch's power is infinitely close to that of the Demon Lord, so it is natural that she can kill Constantine without any effort."

Evans' throat was a little dry, and he asked tremblingly: "Since Her Highness the Witch has such a powerful power..."

"Shut up. Even the Demon Lord won't interfere with what Her Highness the Witch does. It's not your turn to make irresponsible remarks."

Landry shouted angrily.

Evans was startled when he saw his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

He finally realized that he was no longer the boss here.

After the Abyss Tower was built, he completely became a small shrimp who had to rely on others to survive.

He felt helpless and disappointed, but he had no choice but to accept it.

He didn't even notice when Landry left.

Landry, ugh.

The military advisor did not lie to him. The warriors from Landry's hometown were indeed incredibly powerful, but at least the family was saved.

Just when he was feeling melancholy, the housekeeper came over.

"Your Majesty, the Touch of the Nesser Dragon you requested has been taken out from the inner storehouse and is ready for use."

"Okay, take me there!"

Evans suddenly cheered up and prepared to fight for the future of his family.

He is destined to be hung on the pillar of shame forever, but how many people know his difficulties?

The enemy he faces is not an empire, but a collusion between a rising empire and a religious organization thirsting for blood and glory.

He knew too well how powerful the combination of secular regimes and religious organizations was.

The rise of the Promes family is inextricably linked to the Dark Court.

The Dark Temple is also the only official religion in the family-ruled area.

They once had common interests, and he and the old Pope Saga also maintained a very friendly personal relationship.

But it's all over.

Whoever wants to be the emperor of the Holy Essen Empire can do so. He is going back to be the Duke of Promes.

He now only wants to maintain the family's base and doesn't think about expansion at all.

Even this humble goal became a luxury due to the collusion between Roland and Feilin.

Coming to the inner treasury, he picked up the Touch of Nesser Dragon with some difficulty, feeling quite emotional.

Nesser was a giant dragon stranded on the continent. It was killed by the ancestor of the family, and its tendons were removed and used to make this spear using special techniques.

This special magic weapon can be long or short, soft or hard, and is very flexible.

After being infused with fighting spirit by successive generations of masters in the family, the properties of this gun have already acquired the characteristics of a divine weapon.

If it wasn't for the purpose of preserving his family, he would never give out the family treasure as a gift.

He could imagine how long he would be reviled by his family in the future.

People will only remember that he gave away the family treasure, but they will not consider that if he didn't do so, the whole family would be ruined.

This is human nature.

Being harsh on others is always just that, being harsh on others.

This spear is not too heavy. Its weight of less than 100 kilograms is even a bit light for a strong man.

But Evans's martial arts skills were poor, and the weight of the gun made it difficult for him to walk.

The housekeeper reached out to help, but was kicked away by Evans.

"Idiot, get out of here!"

With the witch's power, the entire palace and even the entire imperial capital were clearly visible to her.

If he wanted to show his sincerity, how could he ask others for help?

Of course, the housekeeper knew this.

He knew very well that the emperor would not let him help, but he couldn't even show no attitude.

His Majesty Evans is probably not in a very good mood right now, so we must not offend him at this time.

Just as Evans was struggling to carry the gun towards the abyss tower, the witch lady was standing at the window, silently overlooking the world.

She could finally return to Tiamat and live there permanently.

Saving Janice last time doesn’t count.

That time she did not descend in person, but only as a fighting phantom.

With her strength, it would be easy for her to deal with two not-so-outstanding sixth-level peak warriors even with just Phantom.

Even a demigod would find it difficult to resist her attacks.

She originally thought that Constantine could resist for a few times, but he was killed by her in one blow.

Although her critical hit was powerful enough, Constantine's weak performance still made her feel a little boring.

She didn't even bother to seek revenge on the Temple of Light.

When a person works hard to become stronger and finally has enough strength, he finds that he can't find any of his former enemies, and the descendants of his enemies are weak, so the joy of revenge will be much less.