The spatial rift that was about to close was forcibly held up by a tiny white light-covered palm.
"It's..."
The Shadow Martial Artists who had all fled to an ancient divine hall turned back and looked at that scene with disbelief.
Surprisingly, someone had used their physical body to harden against the spatial power!
But luckily, that hand could only barely hold up the spatial rift from closing, and it looked like it couldn't expand at all.
With a sigh of relief, the Shadow Warrior wanted to take advantage of this gap to continue activating the temple's teleportation array and get away from that monster.
"Tik-Tok ~ Tik-Tok ~"
Suddenly, the sound of the hour hand beating came from his hand.
He flashed his head down and then saw that the Witcher head he was holding had somehow opened a bronze-colored pupil of an eye, in which the hour hand was frantically going backward.
The Shadow Martial Artist froze, and then froze his body in a complete pause, only to feel a great force of time that he simply couldn't resist coming from him, and then the scenery in his eyes began to frantically regress.
The body flew backward through that reopened spatial crack.
Sweating back into that dim, unlit hundred-fruit garden, he saw the two teasing eyes beside him.
Even worse, the field of darkness that had isolated the holy light was beginning to subside.
In the next second, the power of the three forbidden spells all fell back and changed back into three black, red, and gray scrolls.
And finally, Witcher's head is back on his neck.
"Tsk..."
Qishi looked at the incredible time ability and grimaced.
Witcher sat up with a grimace on his face as he covered his neck which seemed to still have a vague sharp pain coming from it.
The sweaty Shadow Martial Artist looked at the three people in front of him for a long time before suddenly sinking his body, using the shadows under his feet as an entrance to instantly hide in the Shadow Realm to weave through.
Shua looked first at the two men around him, then lifted his foot and stomped heavily.
In that colorless, upside down, all things misplaced, as if like a reflection world that distorted reality, the Shadow Warriors who could only sneak into this place for five seconds fled frantically.
But he had only been running for two seconds when a terrifying crushing force came from all directions.
Someone out there is seriously interfering with this area of the neighborhood!
Eleazar then saw a body with twisted limbs fly backward out of the shadows in the distance in a burst of rushing holy light.
Shuya explained to a confused Witcher, "The Shadow Realm is just a reflection of the real world, and to deal with this kind of infiltration, you usually just need to rush to do a high-energy interference with the real world when the opponent hasn't completely run away, and they'll just pop out with a bruise like this..."
That Shadow Martial Artist was out of breath more than he was in, and his internal organs and all the bones in his body had been crushed by the Shadow Realm.
The two church hierarchs stood off to the side as if they had no intention of capturing the interrogation of each other.
Eleazar crouched down and tweaked the other man's chin with his fingers, realizing that the true cause of his death was a self-inflicted suicide by taking poison, followed by a burst of soul fire coming out of his five senses.
The body dies and the soul dissipates...
The assassin sent by the council this time was extraordinarily poor, carrying no materials or equipment, only three 'ragged' scrolls, and a 'ragged' short sword.
Witcher, who didn't get to grab any loot, commented sourly.
Then standing up, he looked at the saint's tiny hands holding the three scrolls as if they were struggling, and then said:
"Why don't I get it for you?"
"When did you become a zealous good citizen?"
"Truth be told, I always have been."
Qishi shrugged off his sleeve and smiled lightly, "Let me sit on your neck and ride back..."
"I'll split one of you~"
Shua coughed against his mouth, then walked away without looking back.
After a long moment of silence, Eleazar opened those bronze clock eyes slightly and said coldly, "Do you prefer to sit in the front or the back?"
...
...
Frid watched in awe as the shrunken version of Her Highness sat on Witcher's shoulders wiggling her legs.
"Your Highness, you..."
Walking into the office, Eleazar shook his shoulders impatiently.
"Here it is, pay up!"
Qishi slipped off that thick shoulder and onto the tabletop. Dragging on that skirt that tripped now and then, she turned around, the scroll in her hand having disappeared without a trace at some point.
Like dangling a donkey with a carrot to her destination, she waved her hand.
"Since you have no intention of undoing the reversed state for me, you can fuck off."
Eleazar stood full of indifference for a long time and slowly extended his hand.
Qishi looked at the hand ready to be pressed on his head and suddenly inclined his head.
She heaved herself into the chair behind her, curled her leg, and handed over the dangling toe of loose white silk.
"You can hold this~"
Eleazar grimaced as he gripped the barefoot with all the force he could muster, even squeezing out a blinding white light.
The power of time mixed in the holy light quickly faded, and Her Highness's figure quickly returned to its original form.
"No looking!"
Fledgling hurriedly stepped in front of Witcher and quickly straightened up His Highness's grooming.
Eleazar waited in silence for a long time and soon saw the white demon, no different than usual, come into view.
"I'm going to ask you one last time, are you paying the fare?"
Qishi played idly with his nails, ignoring him, just lifting that white toe again.
Eleazar turns directly away, only to turn suddenly and sneak up on him as he's almost to the door, waving his hand and fanning a hurricane of wind that lifts the white dress for a split second.
The poorly shielded nun said in annoyance, "Do you want to die?"
"Heh, sure enough, it's fallen off!"
Eleazar chuckles and pushes the door to the room open, not forgetting to launch a barrage of attacks on the weakness he's just discovered on his way out.
"I'm kind of curious..."
"Were you born a white tiger? Or are you just hairless?"
The hand playing with his nails paused, and those silver eyes slowly lifted.
"You know, the Light Extinguishing Equipment has a limit, that kind of thing can only absorb a certain capacity briefly, and once it exceeds that limit..."
Two pure white cracks slowly spread out to her back, spreading out from the window to the sky, and from afar, it looked as if a pair of feathered wings were connecting to the sky.
The blinding light then occupied everyone's field of vision, and the entire world seemed to go white for a moment, followed by an endless plume of light scattering down to the sky.
In that instant, the Northern Realm didn't know how many Transcendents covered their tear-stained faces in pain.
In the church, Shua and the bishop looked up in silence.
Even though they weren't there, they could imagine from this scene how intensely Witcher and the Virgin were playing.
In the office, the nun looked at the humanoid ashes on the floor in shock.
It's like a dotted line left at the scene of a murder, being the last trace of the deceased.
"He's... Dead!?"
Qishi folded his legs and looked absently at his fingers.
"Tik-Tok ~ Tik-Tok ~"
They didn't have to wait long before the sound of an hour's hand beating came from the void.
The Witcher, purified to the point of being nothing more than a floor of transcendentally active detritus, was reborn in the light of that rapidly rotating beat of the hour hand as it backtracked like a freeze-frame scene.
"Well, at least three times~"
"How dare you lay your hands on me when you don't even know how many times I can backtrack?"
Eleazar looked at the crazy woman in disbelief.
"Because it's usually the people with the bottom line who dare to bounce around at will."
Qishi smiled knowingly, "Or you could try chatting back to what you were talking about."
"You think I'm afraid of you?"
"White Tiger Holy Maiden!"
Frid: "..."
...
After a long time, watching the figure who had excused himself to have dinner, gone back with a deadpan facade, and agreed to work on the hair problem tomorrow, Qishi blew his hand out faintly.
"Are you afraid to play after only five deaths..."
"Someone as cautious as him would surely set aside another time or two, which means that the time ceremony that stirred up the nation gave him the ability to go back at least seven times a day, and then count the ones that were prepared to hoodwink me, well... It should be nine times."
The nuns, who could no longer see these two fighting, stood aside and dared not say anything.
Eleazar stomped off into the sunset back to the rental house, looking at the holy relic on the floor that had fallen off from running too fast, he swept it into the space crystal with a disgusted look on his face.