When Emma saw the fear in the villagers' eyes, but they still dared to stand up and fight with their lives on the line, she understood that their fates had already changed.
Regardless of the reason behind the change in the villagers' fates, she was certain of one thing. She didn't like to see the villagers or any kind and innocent people die. She had always wanted to change the miserable fates of others, but she had never succeeded. But now, a living example had appeared in front of her. Moreover, it wasn't just one or two people whose fates had changed, but the entire village.
In Emma's imagination, a powerful and wise sage with grizzled hair and bright eyes appeared in Reed Village. He was wearing a white magic robe and holding a simple but extremely powerful epic grade magic staff.
He had erected a city wall and a shrine there, and because of the interference of the other gods, the fates of the villagers had changed beyond imagination. Although she was a holy maiden, and regardless of whether it was her strength or knowledge, they far surpassed ordinary people, she was still a fourteen year old girl, and her imagination was filled with unnecessary romance.
The villagers were about to set out to deal with the hunters at the village entrance, which was tantamount to courting death. Although they had a saintess substitute, the disparity in strength was too great. Emma stood up from behind the small tree and shouted at the villagers, "You are not their opponent, so I will help you. "
Belin's eyes brightened. She couldn't clearly see the strength of the girl, but seeing that she was holding a magic staff, she should be someone with some combat strength.
Emma pointed in front of her, and several light beams descended, enveloping the entire village.
Vitality, Strengthening, Light Spirit, Wind Breath. Weak Weapon enchantment. At least twelve auxiliary divine techniques fell on the bodies of the villagers. They felt that they had suddenly become more powerful, and their effects were much more formidable than those of Belin's divine techniques.
This was the difference between a saintess and a saintess substitute.
In many legendary Knight novels, saintesses were young girls who communicated with the gods. Their combat strength was generally not formidable, and they were mostly just flower vases. Most of them were the spouses of heroes, but in reality, saintesses were very formidable. Although their direct combat strength was somewhat inferior, their auxiliary abilities were top notch.
Saintesses generally specialized in all kinds of auxiliary magic, and there were many of them. They could turn a group of sheep into hungry wolves, and the hungry wolves into a group of fierce tigers.
The villagers felt their temporary power. They looked at Emma with adoration in their eyes, especially those young boys who were ignorant about love. They looked at her with adoration at first sight.
A pure and holy girl, as well as a powerful Spell Caster, would always be the center of attention no matter which class she was placed in.
Belin did not expect that this young girl who came to the village would be so powerful.
Emma looked around and was a little surprised. "Right, where is Kail?"
"You know Kail?" Belin exclaimed. She was also a little wary. Could it be another girl who was attracted to Kail? If this girl also liked Kail, then her chances of winning would be even slimmer. Barbara was far inferior to this girl. "Kail went hunting in the mountains with my teacher, but he should be back soon."
Hearing this, Emma frowned. She was an expert in support magic. Although she knew several offensive divine spells, it was unlikely that she would be able to deal with the pursuers. Due to the characteristics of her profession, the saintess' self-defense ability was very strong. But they were indeed not aggressive enough.
Although the villagers had been greatly strengthened by her auxiliary magic, they were still far from being comparable to a real professional. It was still a long way off, but it would be different if the hero was here. At the very least, they could be a powerful point of attack.
By now, Emma had already sensed that the pursuers had reached the entrance of the village. They had also sensed her aura. A dozen powerful magic waves unfolded outside the village and pressed down on Reed Village.
Although Belin was very weak, she could also sense the strength of the enemy. Her face began to pale. Then she shouted to the villagers standing nearby, "Those who are not fighting, quickly take refuge in the temple. Those who are quick, go to the west entrance of the village and burn the wheat stacks. Make some smoke. My teacher and the others are on the mountain. If they see smoke in the village, they will definitely hurry back."
Hearing this, the women, children, and elderly began to run in the direction of the temple. A few adults rushed in the direction of the west entrance of the village.
Emma nodded. Belin's response was correct. The temple was the palace of the gods on Earth. Even the boldest person would not dare to attack the temple unless they wanted to start a holy war.
Seeing that the villagers had run away from the center of the village, Baylin was just about to heave a sigh of relief when she saw a dozen Spell Casters dressed in black appearing at the entrance of the village. As soon as the Spell Casters at the front saw them, they began to make hand gestures and chant at the same time. In less than two seconds, each of them had launched dozens of black floating objects at them.
"Wind Shield!"
Emma waved her hand, and a transparent giant wall of wind appeared at the entrance of the village. The black floating objects immediately disappeared after hitting the wind shield.
Seeing this, the leader of the black-clothed men laughed. "Storm Saintess, you're not running anymore? Who exactly gave you the courage to stop? We've waited for you from Northshire Town for a whole year. We'll use your blood as a sacrifice to our master so that he will be more powerful and dignified when he is resurrected."
Emma snorted softly and did not say anything. In her prophecy, she could live to 99 years old. She did not care about things like sacrifices at all. However, she thought about it. Now that the fate of this place had changed, her fate would also change in the future. Her future life would definitely be different from what she saw. Thinking of this, she became even more excited.
No matter what, she had to save these villagers. Everyone who could survive was one.
Belin's face was a little pale, but she still calmly ordered, "Archers, get ready to attack. The others, spread out. They are spellcasters. Find a way to approach them using obstacles. Spellcasters are very weak in close combat. As long as you get close to them, you'll have a chance."
In fact, Belin's response was correct. However, she did not consider that the opponents were professionals, while most of them were ordinary villagers. Although they had been strengthened by Emma's various support spells, their numbers were too small. Even with the enhancement of spells, it was not obvious.
The arrows shot by the children were shaken to the side by the magic waves before they could reach the enemies.
And those who raised their weapons. The adults who rushed towards the spellcasters in black had just left the range of the wind wall when they were sent flying by a black wave of magic. If they fell to the ground, even if they didn't die, they would be seriously injured. Just as these people were about to fall to the ground, a strange gust of wind lifted their bodies up. Then, these people floated in the air and slowly landed on the ground.
"Saintess, you still have the mood to save others?" The leading man in black had an aquiline nose and thick black lips. One look and it was obvious that he was not a good person. "It's useless even if you save them. You're dead. The people in this village are also dead. Their souls can become food for our master."
The man in black said boring words that only people in Knight novels would say, but Emma's expression also became serious.
Although the fate of the villagers in Reed Village had changed and they had courage, they were still too weak. Even with the help of her support spells, they still had no chance of winning.
Belin saw a few black pillars of smoke burning at the entrance of the West Village. She immediately turned to Emma and said, "Your Excellency, please help us block these thugs. Please help us block these thugs. Just stay a little longer and wait for Master and Kail to return. We can definitely beat them off. "
Emma also felt that this was the only way out. Kail was a Hero. Even if he did not activate his bloodline, he was still a very strong professional. And the sage who did not appear in her prophecy was definitely a very powerful person. Because he could change the fate of so many people, he was definitely not a simple character.
Emma knew her own situation. Although she was a Master professional and a Saintess, it was very difficult to stop these dozen people from entering the village. She was aware of her own situation. Although she was a Master-level professional and a Saintess, it was very difficult to stop these dozen people from entering the village. Unless she thought for a moment, a resolute look appeared on her face. Then she knelt down and actually began to pray to the sky.
"Goddess, your loyal believer Emma prays to you. I hope that I can borrow your supreme power to fulfill my wish. For this, I am willing to pay a sufficient price."
The girl's prayer was very sincere. Anyone who saw it would think so. When the black-clothed men saw her like this, they became a little anxious. The leader of the black-clothed men shouted, "Attack with all your strength and break that damn wind wall."
The overwhelming black magic kept bombarding the wind shield. In less than three seconds, the wind wall was broken. The remaining magic did not lose momentum and went straight to the Saintess who was praying with her eyes closed.
But it was also at this moment that a greenish-yellow beam of light descended from the sky and enveloped the Saintess. Those powerful magic hit the beam of light and all disappeared without a sound.
At the same time, a whirlwind appeared around the Saintess. This whirlwind grew bigger and bigger, and then quickly turned into a strange circular wind wall. This wind wall quickly expanded and surrounded the entire village. What was even more amazing was that the wind from this wind wall had no effect on Bei Lin and the other villagers at all. Instead, the men in black were blown all over the place and couldn't even stand straight. They could only retreat from the village in a sorry state.
The enormous whirlwind kept blowing. The black-clothed men tried to attack the circular wind formation, but it was to no avail. Even large-scale magic couldn't penetrate the enormous whirlwind.
Seeing that the black-clothed men retreated from the village, Belin was relieved. But when she looked at the Saintess, she felt that her heart was pounding.
It was because Emma's beautiful brown hair was turning silver one after another. As a professional, Belin knew very well that to create such an enormous wind barrier required a lot of mental power. It had even exceeded the upper limit of the girl's burden. That was why she had such a change at this moment.
This spell was the famous Hurricane Protection, a Legendary-level spell. Once it appeared on a battlefield, it would be a one-sided massacre. Think about it. An army was in the middle of a storm. They were unaffected by the storm, but their enemies couldn't even stand steadily. An army with this spell could even resist a hundred people.
The problem was that there were no more Legendary spellcasters in the Temple of Storm or the Azure Magic Tower, so this spell had disappeared from the world for more than three hundred years.
As the Saintess, Emma could use her body to guide and borrow the power of God, but this would inevitably affect her health. The more powerful the spell, the more damage it would do to her.
Now, her hair was turning white. When more than two-thirds of her hair had changed color, it was almost her limit. It was time for her to prepare for death.
One minute passed. Three minutes passed.
The leader of the black-clothed men was outside the village. He looked at Emma through the wind formation and laughed. "You're using a spell that doesn't belong to you. Even if you're the Saintess, you still have to pay the price. Let's see how long you can last."
Emma, who was praying, sighed slightly. If it was possible, she also wanted to borrow a powerful offensive divine spell from the Goddess to kill all the enemies in one go. But she was the Saintess and couldn't borrow offensive divine spells, because offensive divine spells were a type of divine punishment. Only Pope was qualified to borrow them. She was the Saintess, so she could only borrow defensive divine spells.
Five minutes passed. Half of Emma's hair had turned white. She was already a little worried. She remembered that when she told the others about the prophecy, although they avoided danger for a short time, greater danger followed, and their ending was even more tragic.
Would this village be the same?
Emma was a little shaken. She wasn't afraid of death, but she didn't want the devil to be resurrected without anyone sealing it. If she died, even if the Hero could defeat the devil, it would be useless. The devil would be resurrected, and she had to seal it with her own hands. After all, she also had a special bloodline.
Could it be that the people in this village couldn't escape death?
Emma opened her eyes. If that was really the case, she had to save some power to protect herself, for the future, and to prevent the devil from ruling the world.
The whirlwind protecting Reed Village gradually became smaller. Seeing this, the black-clothed men laughed loudly.
Baylin's face turned livid as well, but she didn't blame Emma because she knew that the girl had tried her best. She wasn't related to Reed Village at all, so no one had the right to demand more from her since she had helped them this much.
Emma was about to disperse the whirlwind protection, but at that moment, she saw a golden shadow appear in the sky. The shadow flew extremely fast and soon rushed down.
The black-clothed men only cared about the village and didn't notice the sky at all.
The golden shadow swooped down at an extremely fast speed, and before the black-clothed men could react, it swept through them.
When it flew away and rushed back into the sky, the black-clothed men realized that one of their companions' head was missing. His broken neck spurted out a lot of blood, and he fell to the ground.
At that moment, a round object fell from the sky. The black-clothed men looked at it and saw that it was their companion's missing head.
Joan Of Arc
Bellin shouted happily: "Teacher is coming back."