Reject me, you damn woman.

“Kill me…”

Celitia repeated the words of the person in front of her, but she was not too surprised.

Even among the clergy, there is a relatively clear division of labor in combat classes.

For example, Celitia is a type of priest who is both a warrior and an assistant priest, while her former friend is an assassin priest who uses double straight swords touched by holy light, just like Sister Natalie.

Dark alleys, barriers, and specially selected candidates with expertise in assassination, what needs to be done seems self-evident.

But there was one thing that puzzled Celitia.

"You are very strange, Celitia,"

The silver-haired Fallen spoke slowly, and his words hit the nail on the head for Celitia:

"Why would I take the initiative to show up and talk to you? Isn't it stupid for an assassin to take the initiative to show up and go head-to-head with a genius like you who can combine close combat and far-reaching skills?"

Celitia did not answer, but silent approval was the best answer.

The fallen one named Serena smiled softly, and her eyes were full of tenderness when she looked at her former friend. Or rather, from beginning to end, there was not a single murderous intent in her temperament:

"Of course it's because I changed my mind, my sister. I don't want to kill you anymore. Even if it goes against the will of that adult, I won't kill you."

She walked slowly forward, out of the shadows, and approached the nun step by step, opening her arms towards her, as if to hug her. Her voice was gentle and relaxing, as if it carried some kind of magic:

"I just want to come and reminisce about our past with you."

"Memories...of the past?"

A trace of confusion flashed across the nun's face.

"We weren't good sisters in the past, were we?"

"We are the closest of friends. We do everything together. Even our former headmaster once said that maybe we even have the same eyes when choosing men, haha."

"I laughed the moment I received the order. They asked me to kill my dearest friend. What were they thinking? Don't worry, Celitia. Don't be so nervous. Look at you. You know that everyone knows that I am a fallen one, but you still hold up the holy flag. The flag is a little dirty. Don't you cherish it very much? Why did you let it be stained with blood?"

The Fallen One frowned, as if he really felt sorry for the holy flag on behalf of his friend.

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand, her eyes a little dazed, as if she was recalling the past, and unconsciously wanted to touch the flag.

A hand grasped Serena's outstretched hand and then shook her away.

"Salina,"

Celitia gritted her teeth and stared at the Fallen. Her beautiful cherry-pink eyes were filled with holy power as she stared at the floating formation stone.

"I'll ask you again, what do you want to do?"

The Fallen who was being questioned lowered his head, looked at the red mark on his forearm, and said nothing, seeming a little sad:

"Why are you so hostile to me, Celitia?"

Then, her lips curled up into a smile again.

Only this time, the smile no longer had the color of memories, but was cold, dangerous, and filled with morbid enthusiasm.

"I've already told you that I was ordered to kill you, but I changed my mind because I accidentally saw something interesting."

"Something interesting?"

Celitia seemed to have thought of something, and her determined pupils suddenly trembled.

"Haha, that's right, it's just as you thought. We are still so in tune with each other!"

The fallen ones' cheeks flushed pink, and they clapped excitedly.

"I saw that the candidate for the bishop of the Inquisition, the candidate for the title of 'The Butcher', the head of the Hound Sisters, had such a pleasant sway because of a man."

"So beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful! I have never... seen you look so struggling!"

The blasphemer folded his arms around his shoulders, his eyelashes trembling with excitement,

"Celitia, do you know how annoying you were in the past? You were like a superman who would never fall. You would get confused and powerless, and it seemed like you were always about to reach your limit, but it seemed like you were always just a little short of it. You were always so reliable. Do you know how long I waited for you to show that expression?"

"I almost forgot about it when I grew up."

The blasphemer regained his composure, lowered his head, and sighed.

She suddenly retreated quickly in alert, as light as if she was riding on the clouds.

The holy spear had pierced through the ground where the blasphemer had previously stood, and the mithril spear head penetrated it fiercely, revealing spider-like cracks.

"This is not the power that the Hound Master's attack should have."

The Fallen frowned, then suddenly realized and smiled.

"I see, you have become weaker, Celitia."

"It is precisely because of your current weakness that the adult saw an opportunity to take advantage of me, and it also gave me the opportunity to do what I am going to do next."

The nun quickly raised her head and stared at her former friend. Her eyes almost turned into pure golden color. At this moment, the holy light in the nun's eyes had reached its peak. However, she still couldn't see what the Fallen had prepared from the very beginning, which made her extremely nervous.

"Salina, what do you want to do?!"

The nun asked loudly for the third time.

Suddenly, she was stunned.

The burning pain and weakness brought by breathing made the nun's hands that were clenched around the flag tremble. Although she quickly adjusted her breathing, the strong palpitations had already caused Celitia's heartbeat to exceed the limit.

Without hesitation, for the second time tonight - Angelization!

The holy flag fluttered in the wind, the domain suddenly collapsed, and a huge amount of holy light gathered on the nun again.

However...nothing happened.

Celitia half-knelt on the ground, her back bent, breathing heavily, her eyes full of disbelief.

The angelization failed, or rather, it only succeeded for a moment. When her holy light returned, something else entered her body besides the holy light that she had strolled out with!

The mutated holy light!

Celitia, who was in a weak state, did not even notice this fatal abnormality. The distorted holy light only stirred gently in her domain, easily shattering the angelic transformation that required a high level of mental concentration.

How could this be possible...

The nun's eyes were filled with surprise.

Such a precise control of holy power...

This shouldn't be the power that an assassin should have, or even the power that a fallen person should have!

"Haha, sister, you are still so naive. You don't even understand the true type of your enemy. This is why you will fail."

The Fallen One drew out the two short-bladed scimitars from his waist, but did not fight back. Instead, he let go and let the two scimitars fall to the ground.

But the next moment, something even more strange happened. The moment the two scimitars touched the ground, they began to wriggle, then stretched, curled, and finally turned into two giant purple snakes with the same strange tattoos on their backs as their owners.

The snake's tongue flickered, and its cat's eye turned, slowly staring at the nun who was temporarily unable to move, and then slowly approached

This evil magic, this is...

The nun didn't wake up until the two snakes slowly wrapped around her body.

"Yes, sister!"

Serena held her blushing cheeks and admired the nun's shock.

"The Church gave up and killed me, an assassin by profession. How could I retain that disgusting, bloody identity after my rebirth?"

She suddenly turned into a mist and appeared behind the nun bound by the snake. She held her cheek, raised her face and took a breath. She seemed to smell some delicious scent. She lowered her head and whispered in the nun's ear:

"I am very happy now because I have found something that can bring me real joy."

"So, that stupid assassin is a thing of the past,"

"I am now,"

"Pleasure Witch, Fallen Bride!"

The enchanting purple mist was like a thin snake, flowing along the slender fingers of spring onions and into Celitia's mind. The nun screamed, and she was actually being pulled by the mist and burning!

In...deterioration?!

Why, the fallen can manipulate the holy arts!

"You kept asking me what I wanted to do. I told you I was here to help you."

The Fallen smiled contentedly, whispered in the nun's ear:

"I opened my heart to you from the beginning,"

"Fall with me, Celitia!"

The boiling holy light suddenly ignited, forcing the fallen to retreat.

Serena looked down at her palms which seemed to be burned. This was not Celitia's action. It was the holy light that rejected her actively.

She looked at the nun and found that she was actually laughing, as if she was mocking her for being rejected by something she once longed for and mastered.

The Fallen One had a slightly strange look on his face, but it quickly turned into a smirk.

"You're not still expecting someone to come and rescue you, are you? You're still as naive as ever."

The Fallen shook his head with regret:

"Oh, it just takes a little more time. We have made a lot of preparations for you. There are enough people guarding outside the alley. The last thing we lack tonight is time."

Her gaze suddenly froze, and a golden crack appeared on the extremely solid wall of the barrier.

........

At the same time, in the darkness outside the alley.

Lynn loosened his hands, and the man whose throat was choked slipped from his hands and fell to the ground like a dead fish.

"Heh, these guys look a bit like fallen ones."

Lily commented as she emerged from behind Lynn.

These Fallen who guard the dark alleys and are responsible for vigilance are much stronger than the temporary ones in the previous shadow world. The two sides are completely not on the same level.

"Ah."

Lin En turned his back and looked. Behind him, a group of unconscious fallen people filled half of the alley.

He raised his eyes and looked towards the dark alley covered by the barrier.

Now that we have dealt with the eyes outside, it's time to deal with the guys inside.

Just as he was about to move forward, Lily suddenly stopped him:

"Hey, did you forget something?"

Lily took out the white mask from Lin En's storage ring and threw it into Lin En's hand.

"Mask, mask, you are about to be exposed, you weak and powerless little white flower!"

Lily tapped her cheek.

"A mask?"

Lynn simply glanced down at the white mask in his palm, then smiled.

The development of the situation tonight was originally within Lin En's expectations.

In his script, Celitia will try to test him, while the Fallen Ones are waiting behind. At this time, the appearance of the Fallen Ones can not only help him out, but also he can escape and then come back as the White Mask to save people and mock her.

In this way, not only can the two identities be separated, but the image of Lin En as a little white flower will also go deeper into the heart of Sister Celitia, not to mention that after the two have shared joys and sorrows, their favorability will increase tremendously.

Perhaps, in this way, I can touch upon the faith of that goddess?

But no matter what, I am the biggest winner tonight.

However, the final development of the situation was beyond Lin En's expectations.

Until she returned home, Celitia never made any attempt to test him.

This long period of time was enough for the blasphemers to set up a more reliable siege trap on Celitia's way back to the church.

So, judging from the strategic results tonight, Lynn has already lost.

When she was active as White Mask, Lynn felt that she had underestimated the extent of the nuns' faith in God.

The reason why he lost tonight was not because of the cunning of his enemy, but because of the love and care that the nun sister had for her adopted brother.

And the reason why Celitia was in danger was because her mind was on herself.