Reject me, you damn woman.

After getting the same answer from his teammates' eyes, Iron Maiden Mask nodded silently.

Sure enough, the man’s thoughts could not be easily seen through.

But, it doesn’t matter.

The biggest taboo in battle is to fall into the opponent's rhythm.

If you can't figure it out, don't think about it.

Anyway, no matter what conspiracy or tricks the other party has.

As long as you "win" it, that's enough.

Even if the opponent was a genuine six-ring arcanist, he would inevitably suffer some losses after launching that powerful fusion arcane and using some means that he was not aware of to avoid the explosion.

Plus the "trump card" that he is hiding.

No matter how many twists and turns the process has, the final winner of this duel will only be yourself.

What's more, I'm not fighting alone.

The Iron Maiden Masked Sister tightly grasped the spear-like battle flag and exchanged glances with her companions.

"I agree."

Lynn laughed silently under the mask.

I hope you won't regret it later.

..........

A moment later, in the Rose Theater of the Movie World.

The ethereal singing voice and the low piano melody drifted in the hall late at night along with the fog.

It was as if there were invisible ghosts singing and dancing passionately in this abandoned opera house in the film world.

In the first row of seats, four combat nuns found four relatively intact chairs and sat in a row in the center, adding a touch of white light to the gray hall.

They are the only audience of this good show.

"He's quite ceremonial, what a show-off bag!"

Natalie pouted.

"Keep your voice down, sister,"

Bellamy interrupted her friend.

"The actors are about to go on stage. If you are distracted now, you are not a qualified audience member~"

Natalie was about to say something, but suddenly, Bellamia's mischievous voice rang out from the faith network within her mind:

"Besides, if I am not focused, how can I give the Priest proper prompts in time?"

Can you do this?

Natalie was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.

The nuns' faith network can communicate directly through spiritual means without language within a certain range.

Everything on the stage is clearly visible to the audience.

No matter what means the White Mask has, they will be clearly revealed to the nuns, and then transmitted to the Iron Mask Sisters through a network of faith that is much more efficient and accurate than language.

In other words, this battle, from the moment White Mask chose the stage and allowed others to watch, was no longer a one-on-one, but a one-on-five one!

Originally, the High Priest was the strongest among them. Even if she faced off against a sixth-level arcanist, she might not be inferior. Moreover, there were others who were there to help her cheat and give advice.

Whether in terms of intelligence or strength, he is doubly defeated. Can this White Mask still play?

Natalie couldn't imagine how she could lose!

He really miscalculated about this white mask!

Natalie was about to say something else when she saw Sister Candice, who was praying with her head bowed, suddenly raise her head.

"Shh,"

A holy white light shone in the eyes covered by the black veil. The invisible realm opened up, taking the entire stage into her spiritual realm. Any cover was clearly visible to her.

And she will use these divine eyes to help the Iron Mask Sister win!

"Actresses, it's time to go on stage."

Candice whispered.

Hey!

Hey!

The sounds of shoes stomping and high-heeled military boots tapping on the ground rang out almost simultaneously. On both sides of the stage, the nuns with white masks and iron masks climbed the stairs almost synchronously, and even their pace of climbing the stairs was almost exactly the same.

The nuns' hearts, which had been relieved, suddenly became lifted up unconsciously. The sound of their heels hitting the ground suddenly became frequent. The two people on the stage also sped up almost synchronously and met in the center of the stage almost at the same time.

"You can use the fourth-ring fusion arcane. We infer that you are a sixth-ring arcane master."

Iron Mask whispered,

"If you had chosen an open area, or simply fought me in that ruin, it would obviously be more advantageous for you, but you chose here..."

"You are a combat nun of the domain type. I have some friends in the church and have heard of clergy of your type. Is this flag a holy relic? If I use it to strengthen my teammates in a team battle, to be honest, I really only have the choice of running away, although you may not be able to catch me."

The white mask paused and smiled:

"But you agreed to fight me here, and you have no objection to the venue..."

The two said in unison:

"It shows that you are very confident in your close combat skills."

What neither of them said was: But the same is true for me.

"In that case,"

The Iron Masked Sister said quickly:

"Let's add a rule: you are not allowed to leave the theater lobby during the battle."

"That's it? If you want to have fun, then have it bigger. Since this is your final performance, you are not allowed to leave the stage."

The white mask taps the stage with his finger:

"Whoever falls down loses."

"can."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in the white mask threw a punch, and his fist, which was pushed forward by the wind, suddenly spread out, and a huge amount of flames spewed out of his hand, as if a fire dragon was breathing in his palm, instantly engulfing the nun. At the same time, he quickly retreated, keeping a safe distance after the sneak attack was successful.

But he did not relax at all. Instead, he looked at the stage opposite where thick smoke was billowing and let out a low "tsk".

There is smoke but no harm, this is an iron rule.

Sure enough, the fog dissipated, revealing the battle flag that broke through the haze, rustling in the wind, and as straight as a spear.

A bloodstain stained it, but it did not pollute the sanctity of the battle flag. Instead, it added a touch of noble majesty and spirit to the originally pure white battle flag.

Under the flag, the nun gripped the flagpole tightly with both hands and gently placed her forehead against the flag, but an invisible halo protected the nun and dispelled the scorching flames that were enough to melt gold and iron.

"Open up your territory,"

The burning wind brought by the flames blew the nun's robes, and the high-cut skirt fluttered in the wind, outlining the nun's slender curves. The nun ignored the burning heat and recited softly with the most pious attitude:

"This is the territory of mercy and protection!"

In an instant, a protective field that just covered the entire stage was completed.

A ray of divine thought came from the kingdom of God in the sky, crossed the reality, crossed the magic net, crossed the obstacles in the endless void, accurately reached the shadow world, and was finally imposed on this small stage.

In the dim hall, the dilapidated and gloomy stage suddenly became holy, as if pure white flowers were blooming on it, like a ray of light breaking through the clouds, illuminating a corner of the earth shrouded in dark clouds and haze.

Even the nun's mask, which was originally a bit dignified, seemed to be shrouded in this holy light and had a hint of compassion. She pulled up the flag, tapped the ground with her feet, and walked forward:

"This is already a paradise protected by the gods. As long as you are here, all non-holy magic abilities will be forcibly weakened, and all holy magic users will be strengthened. From the moment you finally locked the battlefield on this stage, the outcome was already determined."

She paused, looked up at the white mask, and said seriously for the last time:

"If you don't want to get hurt, please surrender now. If it's not absolutely necessary, I don't want to turn my sword against my savior. I can swear again in the name of God that I will never hurt you."

"Yeah,"

The white mask just looked at the palm of his hand.

"But unfortunately, my answer is still no."

The nun was silent.

Even in the Inquisition, which was known for its ruthlessness, different inquisitors had different styles of doing things because of their different beliefs in gods.

The omnipotent Holy Light will ruthlessly crush all heretics, and the Silver Moon will tease those self-righteous evildoers and make them suffer the consequences of their own actions.

The Earth Mother Goddess is the god who will repeatedly persuade the evildoers to return to the right path.

But, if the other party is stubborn.

No matter which god the judge came from, there is only one ending he can give to the other party.

--destroy!

The high-heeled boots stomped the ground hard with a terrifying explosion. The nun held the battle flag with both hands as if she was holding a gun. The shot instantly crossed the entire stage, and the remaining holy light drew a long silver line in the air.

Ding!

The collision of metal and iron made a clanging sound.

The man in white mask bowed slightly, and a broad long sword appeared in his hand, which he held upright in front of him. With his other hand, he pushed the back of the sword and blocked the tip of the gun of the battle flag with the broad sword body.

"I see. So, your most confident skill is swordsmanship."

The nun under the mask narrowed her eyes.

"Be thankful. If it was a round fan, the bullet would have already hit you."

"?"

The nun didn't understand what Lynn was saying.

However, you don’t need to understand.

In the network of faith, Candice's guidance has come one after another, and without even thinking, the spear like a battle flag has pierced out from the next tricky angle.

Lynn parried and blocked again, but a sound of metal cracking, so tiny that it was almost inaudible, was clearly heard by the nun under the blessing of the domain.

Although the sword in Lin En's hand was also the work of a very famous blacksmith, it was still a level lower than the nun's obviously rare battle flag.

This long sword made of cold-forged steel is invincible, but the nun's battle flag blessed by holy power belongs to the enemy from heaven.

How is this a scam?

Being able to withstand the second attack before it began to crack, that Mortal Bone Blacksmith could already be called a master.

The battle flags whistled like guns, and each attack was faster, more powerful, and at a more tricky angle than the last.

Although Lin En could still parry, the cracks on the sword were like spider webs, and it seemed that it was only one step away from collapse. The nuns were not in a hurry.

But the turning point in the battle was faster than expected.

"Crack!"

A clear cracking sound was heard, and the spider-web cracks on the sword suddenly connected together. Then, the long sword personally made by the master forger of Purple Gold Flower suddenly disintegrated and shattered into countless cracks.

"Great! The Master wins!"

Natalie stood up and pumped her fist in celebration, and the other nuns were also excited.

Candice, who had been secretly providing intelligence to the Iron Maiden Masked Sister through the faith network, finally relaxed her tense expression and a smile appeared at the corners of her lips.

intelligence......

Weapons...

Job agency.......

Triple crush!

Although it was an unfair victory, since she had already staked the goddess' honor on it, it was her duty to not hold back.