"Let me help you."

"Help me?" Hearing Vanna's words, the young nun frowned in confusion, and at this moment, she suddenly noticed some details in the other party's equipment.

That was indeed the equipment and symbol of the Church of the Storm, but it was not any type of equipment she was familiar with. She had never heard of any high-ranking female priest in the church using such an exaggerated giant sword in battle - the giant sword was obviously specially made and was definitely not something that ordinary guards could use.

The "battle sister" in front of her, who looked as young as herself and was unusually tall, came from an era that she was not familiar with.

The young nun was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly spoke calmly: "...Where are you from?"

"1900."

"I died in battle today, didn't I?"

"Yes," Vanna stepped forward calmly, "It seems that you already know what happened."

"Preacher of the End, I don't know how they did it, but they dug a warp rift in the church. I sounded the alarm but received no response..."

A subspace rift was opened in the place where God had sanctuary? !

Vanna was shocked. This unprecedented situation made her feel confused. Then, she heard the young nun whisper again: "Did I succeed today?"

"...At least you blocked this invasion." Vanna raised her head and looked into the nun's eyes. "You sealed your own death and their invasion in 1885."

"Oh, that's good," the nun breathed a sigh of relief and slowly raised the long sword in her hand. At the same time, a low, rustling sound came from the darkness nearby. It sounded as if some slippery and sticky limbs were crawling on the floor, and something was swimming up from a pool of sticky liquid. The naked eye could not see the trace of that thing, but it had indeed begun to step into this real dimension. "Then the rest is easy."

Fanna also raised the giant sword in her hand slightly: "This is my area of ​​expertise."

"By the way," the nun suddenly turned around and asked, "Are you ready 'over there'?"

"...We didn't receive the alarm you sent out, so we didn't make any additional preparations," Vanna said calmly, slowly adjusting her breathing to the best state, "But...the guardians are always prepared."

A roar came from the depths of darkness, and the crawling creature from the subspace finally condensed its malicious projection in this closed space and time.

The lantern on Vanna's waist was instantly stimulated and began to crackle. The bright flame almost jumped out of the lampshade as if it would burn all the fuel within a few minutes. The long sword and the giant sword made a buzzing vibration, and finally the sound of wind and thunder rang out from the shaking of metal.

Vanna saw the shadow clearly. It looked like a shapeless mass of mud, but in the center of the mud, it was constantly wriggling and taking on the appearance of the young nun. On the edge of the mud, there were deformed hands and feet growing from the ends of the tentacles. This blasphemous thing seemed to be imitating the human form poorly, but because it could not understand the rules of the real dimension, it could only generate a bunch of disgusting and horrible limbs - it was crawling towards this side quickly!

"I'll leave it to you this time, sister."

The young nun's voice sounded from the side. When the crawling creature appeared, she lowered the long sword in her hand and took out a silver dagger engraved with many patterns from her side. She glanced at the monster that was approaching quickly, gave her final instructions to Vanna, and then calmly stabbed the dagger into her chest.

The moment the nun's heart stopped beating, the crawling monster was also hit hard. Dozens of mouths of different sizes suddenly appeared on its shapeless surface, and then shrill and noisy screams came from each mouth!

Vanna heard the sound of the nun falling to the ground behind her, but she did not look back. She just strode towards the "mud" projected from the subspace. When the giant sword was raised, she prayed softly with an extremely solemn and calm expression: "Please witness..."

The battle is over.

Even faster than destroying the remnants of a sun's offspring.

At this point in time, what appeared in the underground temple was just a projection that invaded reality from the soul hole of a low-level clergyman. Even though it came from the subspace, it did not have much power due to the limitations of the "channel" - the only problem was that in this closed space and time, this projection would always coexist with the nun.

Now, it seems that this hateful cycle has finally come to an end.

Vanna watched the "mud" on the ground gradually disappear, breathed a sigh of relief, turned back to the dead young nun, knelt on one leg, and lowered her eyes: "Thank you for your noble sacrifice."

The next second, she saw the nun's body suddenly begin to disappear, as if it had disappeared out of thin air like a phantom from yesterday.

Then, the door of the underground sanctuary slammed shut, and traces of sword slashes and bullets began to appear on the surrounding walls and the ground. A hollow roar sounded in the empty space, and then she saw bloodstains appearing on the ground out of thin air, slowly extending towards the tightly closed door...

The abominable cycle continued, and everything that had happened in the underground temple began to operate as expected. Her interference as an outsider only formed a ripple in the established history, and this ripple was smoothed out almost instantly.

“How could this happen…” Vanna stood up in astonishment, looking at the traces that suddenly appeared in the underground sanctuary in disbelief, “This is just a contaminated history…”

Before she finished her words, she suddenly saw a flash of faint green fire in the dark corner. The next second, the small flame suddenly expanded into a huge vortex, a door stood still, and a tall and majestic figure emerged from the flames and walked out.

She heard the tall figure speaking to her:

"Because the pollution is deep, and the culprits have noticed your vigilance and resistance. Simply eliminating a subspace invader can no longer correct this series of historical dislocations. Vanna, the source of pollution is no longer this small church, but the entire city-state."

“…Captain Duncan!” Vanna’s eyes widened instantly. When she saw the green flames spreading, she knew that the power of the ghost captain had already invaded “this side”, but she didn’t expect that the other party would appear directly in this place, in the underground temple. She subconsciously clenched the giant sword in her hand and almost jumped and chopped it out of reflex, but at the last moment she stopped the impulse and just stared at the figure in front of her with extra vigilance, wondering whether this figure was the real person or an illusion reflected in her vision, “What do you want to do?!”

"Let me take you back to the real world," Duncan looked at him calmly, "I thought you would treat me with a jump chop like last time."

"...I know this kind of attack is useless to you. The person who appeared before me cannot be your real body." Vanna adjusted all the muscles in her body to the best condition. "You said you would take me back to the real world? What do you mean?"

"Is it hard to understand? Don't you need help now?" Duncan raised his eyebrows. "Or do you have a way to get out of this curtain by yourself? Just rush through the city-state?"

Vanna's eyes twitched unconsciously, and she looked at the ghost captain in front of her with extreme suspicion.

This dangerous natural disaster at sea...what exactly does it want to do?

Duncan didn't bother explaining to the other party, but suddenly raised his right hand, and a ball of jumping green flame appeared at his fingertips.

Fanna was startled and took a step back while raising her giant sword: "What do you want to do?!"

"Send you back to the real world, what else?" Duncan said casually, "But I haven't done this before, so we still have to try it out to see if it works. If it succeeds, you can go back. If it doesn't work... we can consider other methods."

"...Try?" Vanna looked at the notorious ghost captain in front of her in astonishment. For some reason, she always felt that his series of actions were extremely inconsistent with the records in the material. But after seeing the flames in his hands continue to expand, all her doubts instantly gave way to vigilance and resistance, "Stop, or I will..."

"The battle in the real world has begun, Vanna. The storm is raging in the city-state, and your real enemies have become alert," Duncan suddenly interrupted the young Inquisitor. He stared into Vanna's eyes and said in a low and solemn tone, "Compared to acting alone here, the battlefield outside needs you more - come and touch the flame, or I will do it."

Vanna stared at the fire in Duncan's hand without moving a step.

To be fair, even if she didn't know who Duncan was, a normal person would definitely not touch such a weird thing.

Of course Duncan himself knew this, so he was just being polite to Vanna.

While the girl was concentrating, a stream of smoldering fire suddenly spread out from under his feet. The next second, a huge wall of fire rose into the air in front of Fanna, and then swooped down on her like an overwhelming force!

Fanna's hair stood up instantly, her eyes widened, and the next second she suddenly swung the giant sword in her hand, roaring and jumping high: "Strange..."

The wall of fire swept past, and the figure of the young Inquisitor immediately disappeared in the flames.

On the deck of the Lost Homeland, a ball of dark green flame appeared briefly and then disappeared in an instant.

On the streets of Plande City, which was in the pouring rain, a tall female figure suddenly emerged from mid-air, roaring and swinging her sword down: "...End!"

A trash can was split into two by Fanna's jump, leaving a stream of air mark more than ten meters long on the ground.

Vanna looked up in astonishment, staring blankly at the world in the pouring rain in the cold wind.