Late at night.
The Church Killer calmly left along the monastery wall. She returned to the abandoned house where she was hiding.
"Hah..."
As she exhaled the breath she had been holding, a trace of crimson spilled from the corner of her mouth.
She was injured.
Taking out the iron plate from under her robe, a distinct footprint was left on the abdominal area.
"The seventh head?"
"..."
She took a heavily creased piece of letter paper from her pocket.
[To my dear sister, Nancy]
[How have you been recently?]
[...]
It doesn't matter.
She put the letter away.
Even though the seventh head was tricky and inexplicably hard to deal with, if they had continued fighting, she definitely could have killed him in a few more rounds at most.
She just thought of two points.
The man was stalling for time. And there were even more troublesome enemies.
She couldn't just kill a mere small head and die. After losing her family, she had spent decades specifically killing Church members... this was just the beginning.
She came back specifically for this letter.
So, there was still a lot to be done.
"..."
She took off her helmet, revealing a cold and elegant face. Pointed ears peeked out from her hair.
Getting injured was a common occurrence.
Nancy didn't have an accompanying doctor; for all these years... she only had one method.
"Hah..."
A pale green fluorescence enveloped her body. This was a power unique to her race, achieving the purpose of healing the body by resonating with the elements contained in the air.
That process was more like tearing open wounds, discarding useless flesh, and growing anew.
She had to endure intense pain.
"Come on, it's best if a few more not-so-ordinary heads come."
Nancy was long used to it and could calmly watch the wounds tear open and new flesh grow.
Her race should have been better at using so-called "witchcraft." But she wasn't; she had worked hard for over a decade, specializing in swordsmanship and formidable physical fitness.
Of course.
Reading the opponent's combat commands was the foundation of how she could survive against many strong enemies and be called the "Church Killer" by the Church members.
"..."
After finishing the treatment.
Nancy only rested for three or four hours; seeing it was getting late, she pulled up her hood and went out.
Pre-mission scouting was also a necessary preparation.
But contrary to her expectations, there were no new, troublesome faces in the monastery. The man who had been tortured with cuts and bruises all over and seemed to have discovered her ability... his whole body was wrapped in bandages. He wasn't in the head's office but hiding in the nun's room.
The Knight Order, which posed no threat, was perhaps further away from the monastery today because of what happened yesterday. Under the guise of going out on patrol.
No new people came?
The Church people shouldn't be this stupid. Just sending a mere head...
Nancy frowned and investigated along the town for quite a while. She indeed found no unfamiliar faces. This way, even if the man in the monastery had helpers, she, having recovered, could kill him before his companions arrived and swagger away.
Is it that simple?
Nancy kept her composure and waited until the latter half of the night. Her internal injuries were completely healed. She still found no new faces.
The monastery was deathly still.
As if everyone tacitly agreed that the man wrapped in bandages would truly die tonight.
"Gulp."
Only the nun was lying on the man's bed, pulling open the bandages. She was licking that filthy thing.
Nancy could confirm that during the interval of the battle yesterday, the man had been severely injured... but even so, he still ordered the nun to serve him?
Disgusting to a hair-raising degree.
As if accepting his fate, the door to the nun's room was wide open. Just to enjoy himself before dying...
"..."
Nancy could no longer endure. Putting on her helmet, she swaggered into the unguarded monastery.
Her body had healed.
But the man's couldn't have. This was an ability unique to the elf race.
"Hah... guh, Church Killer..."
The nun was still licking the man's thing, and her body trembled the moment she saw Nancy.
"You can go."
Nancy raised her sword and waved it to the side.
Seeing the nun stagger up and hide to the side, she stood beside Silas.
"Where are your companions?"
"Don't know... swoosh!"
"..."
Nancy didn't understand.
Why would the nun suddenly sprinkle something on her from behind? She easily dodged the powder sprinkled by the nun. But not Silas's.
Such agile movements. It didn't look like he was severely injured at all.
Some strange powder was inhaled into the helmet.
Aphrodisiac?
"..."
Nancy wasn't afraid of this kind of thing. But looking at Silas, who had already stood up, she saw it. Among the scattered bandages, the wounds had also recovered to their original state.
Have the Church people developed to this level?
Is this his confidence to dare wait here alone?
"You're too slow. I can confirm now, you can only guess my thoughts."
"..."
This wasn't the first time Nancy had exposed her ability. In her decade-plus career of crusading against the Church, she had encountered smart opponents.
But so what?
Everyone is afraid of death; it's impossible to control instinctive thoughts all the time. As long as he thought for a moment, she could catch it.
Attack from the left.
Like right now.
Clang.
Nancy could easily anticipate Silas's attack. Coupled with her excellent reaction speed, it didn't matter.
"Your head will be hung in the most conspicuous place."
Nancy wouldn't have much emotional fluctuation over killing ordinary congregants. But whenever she encountered someone like the man in front of her... someone with special abilities.
Hatred.
Anger.
He must be killed by cruel methods.
This was the conviction that kept her alive. As long as the things before her existed for another day, she had to live for another day.
"I'm going to rub your tits."
"?"
But as they exchanged blows for several rounds. Nancy began to feel something was wrong.
If it was just trash talk, that would be nothing.
"So this is what your navel looks like, mmh, a mole on the left breast, are the cherries split? That's a bit erotic..."
"..."
She was definitely wearing clothes. And to not affect her movements, her chest was bound very tightly. There was also an iron plate blocking it.
But the man in front of her could state her characteristics.
And this was just verbal.
Is the entrance to the honey pot this tight?
Licking it, two fingers... it should probably only accommodate one and a half?
The butt is quite perky. Hanging her on the wall with only her butt exposed for pumping should feel great.
...
The thoughts read from the man had even more.
"..."
Nancy flared with anger.
Does he think he can win like this? The body she had tempered to its current state while killing people wasn't just for show.
As long as she forced him to have no time to think these trash thoughts, as long as he showed a flaw once.
Should the impact sound be slap-slap or squish-squish?
Mmh, no matter how untamed, she should have bodily instincts. She'll moan too.
How will she moan?
...
But Nancy had already drawn both swords. She even traded injuries to stab Silas's shoulder. But the thoughts she read were still only "erotic." Nothing to do with fighting.
Where will he attack from? Where will that slimy tentacle come from...
"Touched it. Why bind such big breasts?"
"Isn't it uncomfortable?"
"?!"
Nancy retreated several steps; the iron plate on her chest had shifted position after a few rounds. Just now, her breast had indeed been rubbed through her clothes, and it seemed like something...
She saw it.
The man's palm also had powder. It had rubbed onto her breast through the fabric.
Although she was immune to this kind of thing, with too much... her body would heat up. Feeling uncomfortable.
Why exactly?
It's impossible for someone in a极限 battle here to have their mind full of breasts and butts.
"Can't figure it out, right?"
"But I have it figured out completely. I simply want to fuck you."
"..."
Nancy couldn't anticipate Silas's moves at all.
Looking like he was going straight for the throat, it resulted in her butt being rubbed. Feeling like he was going to use a dirty trick to kick her lower half, it turned into him forcefully pinching her cherry.
And as long as she was touched, she would be eroded by the drug.
Immunity requires stamina. If this continues...
"Want to leave? Too late."
"..."
Nancy couldn't believe it.
That she would lose to such dirty tricks.
"Time to take off the helmet!"
Smack!
"Fooled you, actually I'm going to rub your tits."
"..."
"That was a lie too; I'm just taking off the helmet."
"!"
Nancy's helmet was taken off. Her tied-up ponytail and regular features were exposed. This was the first time.
She could continue to fight on instinct.
But having inhaled too much drug powder, her body was slightly affected, her reaction just a beat slow, and the man tore off her robe.
Have to kill him...
Must kill him!
"You lose."
The tentacle tightly wrapped around Nancy's body. It felt like her internal organs were going to be crushed, but even at a time like this.
The tits really aren't small.
Why?
He had already won, yet there were no thoughts about the battle; it was still erotic. She couldn't find a flaw.
Until now, Nancy had never encountered such a bizarre opponent. During their previous clashes where he was slaughtered like that, she didn't see him having any special method to block thoughts about fighting.
How could there possibly be someone in the world whose mind is completely filled with tits?!