Reject me, you damn woman.

Just as she said, she had watched this show seven times, and she was already familiar with the plot of the story, so it didn't seem to cause much of a stir for her.

However, her slender hands, which were tightly gripping the armrests of the chair and had turned pale and bulging with veins due to the force, betrayed her true thoughts.

How could there really be no waves?

On the stage, the one who was dying, heading uncontrollably towards death, was her mother.

The one who killed her mother, caused her to lose the love of that witch-like woman, and even caused her to be bullied by her brothers and sisters because she had no mother later, was her father who loved her the most.

Watching the performance seven times was like seven torture experiences for Historia.

But she still chose to buy tickets at a very high price and invited herself and Lin En to watch.

It was not until this moment that Elena felt that she understood Historia's intention.

This proud, taciturn, and poorly educated little princess is analyzing herself in this way, revealing her most complicated and difficult-to-let-go past deep in her heart to her two recognized friends.

It's not that I'm craving for redemption or comfort, it's just that because I trust you, I'm willing to share this scene with you and I think you should know.

Xia invited everyone with this feeling.

Elena couldn't help but pursed her lips.

And until just now, he was still asking her to accompany him and leave early because of some inexplicable reasons.

I didn't even watch the first part of the opera performance seriously.

I have come to my senses now, but it is too late.

What kind of good friend am I?

Are there such a disappointing friend in the world?

She could no longer share any joy with Historia.

Because the story on the stage, the story of the legendary witch on the stage, the sweetest part has all ended. All I can do next is to witness the end of this story as the witch's life rushes towards destruction at an unparalleled speed.

At this moment, Elena just felt that she deserved to die for not watching the show seriously and even kept complaining about leaving early!

However, there is someone else who is even more outrageous.

Elena unconsciously looked at the empty seat next to her.

That certain excessive guy hasn't shown up yet.

Although Historia didn't say anything, Elena could clearly sense from her eyes that occasionally drifted towards the empty seat that Elena's expectation for Lynn's attendance was no less than her own.

Do you really have to be absent from the entire event, Lin En?

Even Elena, who had always believed in Lin En, couldn't help but complain about him at this moment.

If you really miss all of them, you will regret it in the future.

Elena couldn't help but sigh.

The small strange device installed on Lin En to track Lin En's location has also gone from being very close to being offline since the beginning.

Classmate Lin En, where have you been?

...........

At this moment, on the theater stage of the movie world.

Lynn is happily training her elder sister.

The duel on the stage became more and more intense.

Under the stage, the battle nuns in the audience were trembling.

It’s not because the White Mask’s ability is too strange and tricky, but a more obvious fact - the leader is red-hot!

On the surface, the Iron Maiden Masked Nun has a great advantage.

Not only did he shatter the weapon of White-Mask Lin En, but relying on the blessing of his domain, his fierce offensive completely suppressed Lin En. There were even several times when the spear-like battle flag had pierced into Lin En's body. He basically blocked all of the opponent's counterattacks, and only hit some harmless feints.

in reality--

"Too slow, faster?"

"Is that all?"

"No way? Is this the level of the Church's elite? My grandmother is faster than you."

"The movements are a bit distorted,"

Lin En lifted his sleeves and smiled through the mask:

"Are you anxious?"

What responded to him was a series of stabs that were more ferocious than the previous ones.

From an extremely tricky angle, the flagpole wrapped in holy light stabbed towards the abdomen of the man in the white mask.

If a normal person was hit by this bullet, the battle would basically be over.

However, Lynn just smiled slightly under the mask - virtual!

The spear stabbed into the void, and Lin En took advantage of the fact that the void had not yet ended, grabbed the spear shaft, and then lightly pushed the nun and the spear back a few steps, while saying contemptuously:

"That's it?"

Damn it, how could this person be so rude?

The battle sisters in the audience were already numb.

As cool and aloof as Baimian was at the beginning, he is just as cool and aloof now.

Not to mention the Iron Maiden Mask who was being tortured madly, even the other nuns couldn't help but want to stab him a few times, but the key was that this stab might not only fail to cause any harm, but would also trigger that damn Void!

Damn it! !

The expression of the Iron-Masked Nun on the stage could not be seen clearly through the thick iron mask, but her heavy breathing had already conveyed her mood vividly.

She can accept failure. After all, she is not a god, nor is she invincible. There will always be people better than you.

However, she could not accept such a frivolous failure.

This is no longer a battle, it's a completely one-sided game.

The Iron Mask Sister felt like she was a clown or a pet, and the White Mask was playing a trick on her master. For a combat sister who was full of glory and sacrifice and regarded duels as sacred, who could accept such a shame?

At the beginning, Iron Maiden Mask was very sure that the other party's claim of being able to become virtual two thousand times was just a bluff.

But now, she was a little doubtful. Could it be true that this bastard could only become a virtual being two thousand times?

At this moment, the Iron-Masked Sister wanted very much to take off the hateful mask on the face of the person in front of her.

However, it was not for the glory of the goddess or anything like that, I just wanted to give the other person two slaps.

"If I didn't have that damn ability to turn into a hollow... I would definitely be able to take off your damn mask!"

The Iron Masked Nun couldn't help but say with hatred.

"Zun Du Fake Du?"

Hearing this, White Mask, who was about to move forward, stopped.

"You are so confident that you can defeat me with just one move as long as I don't need to transform into a virtual being?"

"You will die!!"

For the first time, the Iron Masked Nun's words were filled with undisguised murderous intent.

But what’s the use of being sure?

An attack that is doomed to miss is meaningless no matter how powerful it is.

The other party will not give you a chance.

The white mask chuckled:

"Oh, well, since you are so sure, I will give you a chance and fulfill your wish."

Humph, as expected, this cunning, despicable and shady guy is simply...

"Eh?"

The nun thought she might have heard it wrong.

"I'll give you one chance. I'll give you one chance without using the Aetherialization spell and let you stab with a bullet."

The playful tone suddenly faded, and the man on the stage turned back into the mysterious masked man, looking down at the nun with indifference towards the weak.

The battle sisters in the audience seemed to have guessed what the Iron Mask Sister was going to do, and they all stood up to stop her:

"Master, don't believe him!"

"He must be about to lose the ability to use that weird Aether ability, so he's trying to irritate you on purpose!"

"There's no point talking about morality with this evil heretic. I think we should just go together..."

Only Candice, who had the sharpest sense, pursed her lips:

"It's too late. The headmaster has already made up his mind."

As expected, the nun reached out her hand to stop her companions from speaking, and just stared at the man opposite her:

"Are you serious about what you said?"

"Of course it's true. After all, I'm getting a little bored of this nonsense. After all, I also want to know what weaklings like you can do."

"Let's fight to decide the winner. If you lose, you must keep your promise and let me see your true face under the mask."

The white mask chuckled.

"Does it take time to prepare?"

"Give me a minute to catch my breath,"

The Iron Masked Sister's breathing rate gradually calmed down.

The anger that was almost burning and boiling in her exposed pupils subsided at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the dark and dilapidated theater, the only ray of light that had permeated the compassionate field of the stage suddenly disappeared.

No, it's not dissipating, but converging.

All the light from the holy land of God rolled back and gathered on the nun like young swallows returning to their nests.

The holy white light enveloped the nun, extending, weaving, spreading, turning into wings and armor.

The blazing white holy armor seemed to be tailor-made for the nun, fitting every detail of her slender body perfectly. A pair of huge wings spread out from her back, as if all the light of the world was gathered on those wings.

The nun opened her eyes again.

However, at this moment, there was no anger that had been provoked in those eyes, only indifference and calmness.

As peaceful as a god looking down upon the world.

Lynn couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Angelized!

This is a super-advanced divine art that can only be mastered by high-ranking clergy.

The clergy pray to the gods with the most pious heart, temporarily gaining power like an angel descending, but all emotions will also be temporarily deprived.

People with weak wills, after using this secret technique, may even become an empty shell without emotions due to the aftereffects of angelification!

The battle nuns in the audience left their seats, knelt on one knee, and bowed slightly to the iron-masked nun on the stage.

To be precise, the person they were worshipping at this moment was not their respected and beloved priest, but the angel who descended upon her.

If possible, the nuns would not want the Iron Mask Sister to use this forbidden technique.

But now that things have come to this, all we need to do is to revere and worship.

As the ultimate back-up for the clergy, angelification not only has very high requirements for the user, but also takes a long time to prepare. In battle, it often requires the cover of multiple people to perform, and it is impossible to use it in a one-on-one fight.

But ever since the arrogant masked man allowed the Iron Masked Sister to use Angel Transformation, the outcome of the battle was already doomed.

Patriarch.....No, that war angel will be the same as countless times in the history of the Church.

The war angel beside the Lord, once He comes, He will return with glory and become the enemy of God, bringing blood and death!

"I hope you don't regret it."

The cold words came out of the nun's mouth like the hum of a musical instrument.