In fact, Fanna did not immediately recognize the figure that suddenly appeared in front of her, because the other person's whole body was covered by a long black windbreaker and a large black umbrella, and her own consciousness was briefly shocked by suddenly seeing through the curtain, so that she lost her usual sharpness.
But when the monster opened its mouth and made a hoarse, low noise, when its foul and blasphemous breath emanated from it, and when it raised its hand, revealing its polluted and corrupted outline, she recognized it.
It is heresy, the heresy of the sun.
That was simple—Vanna liked simple things.
The heavy alloy sword let out a terrifying roar in the air, the sacred lantern dispelled the unclean smell in the air, and Vanna's high leaping figure was like a huge wave, and as she fell, this blow really carried the power of a huge wave falling - tons of sea water pressure gathered in one sword, and the sun heretic holding an umbrella obviously did not expect the opponent to be so decisive, so he lost the opportunity to dodge, and could only raise the black umbrella to resist in a hurry.
Then, like a boat broken by a huge wave, the man and the umbrella were split into two pieces in the middle.
The remnant of the offspring broke into two and flew far away, with filthy and profane flesh and blood splattered all the way. The large umbrella made of strong alloy also broke into two halves and fell to the ground with the sound of metal collision. Tiny blue sparks kept bursting out from the broken parts of the ribs and the handle, and scattered crystals broke out from its skeleton, and tiny pieces of light quickly disappeared from it.
Fanna crushed the fallen parts with her feet, but her eyes had already noticed that the flesh and blood she had cut off not far away had begun to rapidly wriggle and regenerate and gather. Not long after, the tall figure in a long black coat reappeared in the sea of fire. This time, without the obstruction of the black umbrella, the ugly true face of this blasphemous thing was clearly presented in Fanna's sight.
Its head was like a blooming flower of flesh and blood, and its body was made up of countless twisted and tangled tentacles. At this moment, the flower of flesh and blood was making an angry and shrill roar, a sound that was enough to make ordinary people faint on the spot, but it made Vanna smile.
Regeneration ability does not mean invincibility. This thing is weakened, and after losing the protection of that weird black umbrella, it looks very painful.
The young Inquisitor casually put the lantern on her waist, adjusted her sword, held the sword in both hands and strode towards the monster, but suddenly, she noticed from the corner of her eye that the flame next to a bookshelf was distorted for a moment.
Years of combat experience and her instinct for danger made her stop suddenly and turn around. The next second, a tentacle appeared in the twisted flames, and a piece of red-hot steel plate was rolled up by the tentacle, whistling towards her like a cannonball!
At the same time, the sun heretic who had just completed regeneration suddenly turned into a black shadow and attacked from the side. In the brief transition of light and shadow, his body rushed to several meters beside Vanna. Two long whips of flesh and blood were swung out from his hands and rolled towards Vanna's neck and back at the same time.
Fanna clicked her tongue, turned around and raised her sword, actually hurling it directly at the sneak attacking Sun heretic like a giant javelin. The sword was so powerful that with a loud bang, the attacker was directly knocked out and nailed to the wall more than ten meters away. At the same time, the hot steel plate also flew in front of Fanna - she raised her hand to block it, and the red steel stopped as if it had hit a mountain, and where her fingers grasped, hot steam came out between the steel and flesh, and the metal was visibly twisted and curled up.
"It seems that you are the ones causing trouble." Vanna seemed to have no sense of pain. She tore the piece of steel into two halves and threw them aside. At the same time, she waved behind her, and the giant sword that pierced the enemy was pulled by an invisible force and returned to its owner's hands with the remnant of the sun's descendant that was madly wriggling and roaring.
Fanna swung her right hand and threw the monster nailed to the sword to the ground. She left the rapidly regenerating monster behind without looking back and walked forward, leaving only one sentence behind: "You regenerate here first, and I will go to purify your accomplices."
The mass of creeping flesh that was pierced by the giant sword and lost the protection of the black umbrella was roaring madly, as if uttering extremely blasphemous and angry warp curses. However, Vanna had already calculated the regeneration speed of this thing. Knowing that this thing's recovery speed had been greatly reduced after suffering a serious blow and losing the protection of the black umbrella, she strode nonchalantly towards the burning bookshelf not far away - another figure had walked out of the flames, that was the second Sun Heretic.
This is the guy who threw the steel plate just now.
Looking at the Inquisitor who was striding towards him, the tall and thin black shadow uttered a series of vague and low murmurs and roars. Amid the disgusting and sticky sound of limbs squirming, tentacles extended from its "coat".
"Fear, anger, confusion... It seems that you also have emotional reactions, and you are not just a group of 'split bodies' lacking a complete mind as many people believe," Vanna walked forward, speaking calmly while being on guard against more attackers around her. She was not a talkative person, but facing the blasphemous whispers and roars of such chaotic monsters, the rational words of the clergy were actually an effective weapon against them. "The remnants of the descendants of the sun... Since you appear here, it means that at least one of the original descendants of the sun is also hiding nearby... Where is it? In the depths of the sea of fire? Outside the church? Or..."
The monster launched an attack, a shadow leaped up from its side and lashed Vanna's neck hard.
Fanna slightly turned sideways and casually grabbed the tough, bony tentacle, then shook her wrist violently.
"... in the fire of 1889? In the chapel of 1885?"
The tentacle in Fanna's hand exploded into a ball of blood mist, and then the exploding blood mist quickly passed along the tentacle to the monster not far away, until the entire tentacle and one-third of the monster's body suddenly exploded, and the shocking force was completely eliminated. The next second, Fanna had already rushed behind the monster, with the giant sword raised high, and then hit the monster's side waist horizontally like a swinging baseball bat.
With a loud bang, the monster's roar stopped abruptly, and it flew away like a piece of dirty meat, landing near the remains of the first sun descendant.
The remnant of the first offspring was just about to complete its regeneration. Its tall and thin figure could be vaguely seen in the wriggling flesh and blood, as well as the mimicked "black coat" which was essentially some kind of protective shell.
Vanna came in front of the two attackers and looked down at the two monsters from above.
"Although I don't know why the Black Sun was able to get involved in the pollution of history, and I don't know what surprises the 'real body' behind you has prepared for me, but one thing is certain.
"I will fight here to the end to see if you are really endless - either I fight my way out of here, or... I prove my loyalty and faith to the goddess."
The great sword was raised, and then...
Continuous and delicate chopping.
Fanna's idea was extremely simple - the descendants of the sun had powerful regenerative abilities, but no matter how powerful the regeneration was, it did not mean they were invincible. As long as their recovery was consuming energy, it would not be a problem to solve it.
Just cut it into small pieces and make the臊子. If that doesn’t work... cut it twice.
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Shirley opened her eyes and saw the still unfamiliar ceiling and the sunlight pouring in through the nearby window.
The bed under my body was very comfortable, and the quilt on my body had a fresh and dry scent - this kind of dryness was hard to find in the slums, because the oldest pipes and clogged sewers were all gathered in those sewers and alleys, where the air was always humid and smelly, and even if the quilt was dried for three days, the stench of the sewer would only fully permeate the fabric and cotton wool.
Shirley lay quietly. The overly comfortable touch made her reluctant to even turn over. But in the end, she propped herself up with her hands and looked around.
Nina was no longer in the room, and judging from the sunlight outside the window...it was probably almost noon.
"Agou..." Shirley called softly, "How long have I slept?"
Agou's voice immediately rang in her heart: "It's at least half past ten now, maybe eleven o'clock - you fell asleep as soon as you finished eating and taking a shower yesterday. You slept for at least twelve hours... This is normal, it's what happens when you consume a lot of energy."
Shirley was still a little dazed. What happened yesterday seemed to be a dream floating in her mind. It took her a long time to sort out her memories and confirm which ones really happened and which ones were bizarre dreams during her sleep.
Then she raised her head and looked towards the corner of the room.
A simple little box was lying there quietly.
Ah, that was everything for her in the past decade or so… everything for her and Agou.
"We really... moved here," Shirley muttered to herself, "Agou, it feels like a dream."
"Stop talking. I'm so panicked now. Mr. Duncan is cooking in the kitchen. I don't even dare to think about what I'll see on the table later..."
"Agou, why do you have such a big problem with the food here? You've been complaining about it more than once..."
"Fuck, stop asking..."
Listening to Agou's complaints, Shirley suddenly laughed.
The sun is shining nicely today.