Chapter 002 The Four

Boom boom

Several purple lightning bolts flashed in succession in the dim sky, and the deafening thunder seemed to collapse the higher and farther nine heavens. The pouring rain violently washed all the areas under the sky, and all the creatures on the earth were terrified.

This is not a good weather.

A graceful black shadow quickly passed through the mist-shrouded forest.

She was like an elf that originally belonged to this land, moving as fast as a rabbit and leaping like a swimming dragon. If you look closely, you will be surprised to find that her toes did not touch the ground, but stepped on the splashing water droplets.

The black and white slim-fitting nun's uniform added a touch of mystery and a slightly eerie holiness to her. The four-finger-wide black lace ribbon covered her eyes. Her plump lips were as pale as her deathly pale skin. Her long black hair, which had passed her waist, was like a dangerous undercurrent under the treacherous sea, and her skirt, which bloomed like a flower, fluttered behind the woman.

Wherever she went, the beasts retreated and the birds became silent.

There was no sound in the mountains and forests except the sound of heavy rain falling.

This is the pressure from a powerful ghost.

SR vest card [Blood Nun], whose real name is Lovemina Siples, is the only nun in an old monastery and the only clergyman in that remote town.

In the background setting, she has a very devout belief in God. At the age of only 20, she has already decided to dedicate everything she has to the god she believes in.

In that remote town, Lovemina adopted many children who were homeless or abandoned. She raised and educated them with great difficulty, and the children responded to her wholeheartedly.

Although such days are hard, they are fulfilling and happy.

But such days ended in the ugliness and greed of human nature.

Poverty and greed overwhelmed the people's already thin morals and bottom line. They worked together to sell the children adopted by Lovemina, and finally turned their lustful eyes to the nuns who treated them sincerely.

Lovemina escaped, and after many hardships she finally found the convoy transporting the children, but what was waiting for her were the children's mutilated bodies.

These inhumane villains dismembered children just because some evil alchemists were willing to pay a higher price for their body parts.

Lovemina went crazy, and she attacked the villains frantically, using every "weapon" she could get.

How could a frail nun be a match for these evil men?

The body organs of clergymen were more valuable than those of children. Lovemina, who was delivered to their doorstep, became what they called high-quality merchandise. They broke the nun's limbs to prevent her from escaping, and then waited for the buyer to come so that they could take off the part they liked in front of the buyer.

During this period, Lovemina kept praying to the gods she believed in, praying that the gods would look down and punish the sinners who took the lives of her children. She did not even include her own place in the prayer.

But no.

Even until her chest was cut open alive and her heart was taken out, the god she believed in with all her devotion did not even glance at her.

——God does not love His believers, and does not care about the tragedies in the world.

Lovemina fell completely into the darkness of madness.

On that full-moon night, on that night when crows were howling, the devout and pure nun turned into a terrifying ghost.

She was wearing a tattered nun's uniform, with twisted limbs supporting her equally broken body. The cross standing high in the center of the church was being pulled violently in her hands, and finally it was frozen into a strange cross sword.

Two blood-soaked eyes were inlaid one in front and one behind the other at the intersection of the hilt. They were Lovemina's gouged out eyes.

The once kind and pure nun killed all the evildoers. She returned to the town that betrayed her, carrying the corpses of the children and walking on the blood that never dried up.

There were a total of 464 townspeople in the town, and none of them were spared, all of them became the souls of the dead under Lovemina's sword.

She devoured the souls that wailed and begged for her forgiveness, becoming an even stronger nun. She alienated the monastery where she grew up, and this old building was dragged into the depths of her crazed soul, becoming her only pure land in the future.

The town was polluted by Lovemina's grudge and evil spirit. There was no grass growing in the area and few people were around. No one could enter to collect the bodies of the townspeople who deserved the punishment for their crimes. The bones piled up layer by layer, and were formed into a twisted and weird cross by an invisible force.

The head in the middle opened its mouth and stared with its eyes wide open at the sky where the sun could no longer shine.

The gaze of the gods is the same.

Lovemina entrenched herself here and trapped herself here.

The candles that once lit in the monastery have been extinguished, and the devout nun has died. She hugged the bodies of the children, wailing in the dark, twisted in madness.

No one comes, no one redeems.

…

Tarona sighed lightly, then closed the background settings and studied the ability settings of the [Blood Nun].

In general, this is a well-worn background template. The only novelty is that the [Blood Nun] can move in daylight by relying on the identity skills of the [Priest]. It perfectly solves the problem that the fierce ghost vest can only move at night.

In the martial arts world, a powerful ghost who is not afraid of the sun can do a lot of things. You know, there is no master who can catch ghosts in the martial arts world, and this ghost is a Western ghost, so it is still unclear whether talismans or something like that will be of any use to her.

But Tarona won't do anything bad. She has no interest in it, and the rules don't allow it.

[Blood Nun] has two forms, one is the daily form and the other is the berserk form.

In her daily form, the [Blood Nun]'s reason, cognition and appearance are no different from when she was alive. Aside from her eyes which no longer have eyeballs and need to be covered, the [Blood Nun] in this form can only exert 70% of her full strength.

But there is still a small problem with the fluffy appearance. Since the mission world was changed to a martial arts world, the typical Western beauty face of [Blood Nun] is really eye-catching, so Tarona bought a small prop, and after consulting the technical department, she used this small prop to orientalize the appearance of [Blood Nun].

That's perfect.

Let's talk about the second form of [Blood Nun]——

In the frenzy form, the Blood Nun can not only exert 100% of her strength, but also has a 120% strength bonus. The only problem is that she will lose her mind, killing both her enemies and her teammates, and her appearance will return to her original fierce ghost form after death, and it is obvious that she is not a living person.

But this flaw is not a problem. Tarona is used to clearing the field when she uses her ultimate power. Some of her large-scale magic and forbidden magic do not distinguish between friend and foe. Sometimes, she even counts herself as the caster, which means that all beings are equal under her power.

Changing the mission world was relatively simple. This time was considered a trial period. The headquarters said that if she could adapt to this world, they would officially change the mission world and re-sign the contract after she returned. So this time she was considered...

Theseus's review: [Temporary worker.]

Tarona: "...Thank you. Your summary is always so to the point."

The summary is very good. Don’t summarize it again next time.

Normally, the task of recovering or eliminating anomalies takes between half a month and one month to complete. Some more troublesome anomalies will take longer. About a month is enough for the technical department to establish a one-time stable transmission channel.

Apart from the fact that the mission rewards are very nice, Tarona is not opposed to changing the mission world. On the contrary, she is quite interested in it.

Unlike her good friend Xiang Liujing who was working hard to become a god, Tarona initially joined the Space-Time Balance Bureau simply to find something interesting to do.

Wouldn't it be fun to travel around the world and see more sights?

It is the same now, she still likes new and exciting things. Life should be full of vitality and color only in this way.

The world of martial arts? I've never been there before, it must be new and interesting.

Fuck it!

Theseus reminded: "Ms. Ta, although I know that you have always been very sensible in major matters, I still want to remind you - please don't let yourself go too much in small matters. It is not advisable to seek excitement and fun. 】

Tarona ran at full speed on the splashing water droplets and raised his hand to make an "OK" gesture.

If we use gaming terminology to describe her current behavior, it would be running around the map, exploring the world, and collecting useful clues along the way.

The world consciousness could not accurately perceive the location of the anomaly in the early stage, so it could only give an approximate range. This range was really approximate, at least in units of a hundred miles. This was also the reason why Tarona ran more than three hundred miles from the place where he fell.

But unfortunately, she encountered heavy rain in the later stage. The rain washed away more than half of the suspicious clues. The strong winds and heavy rain also made people living along the way refuse to go out. Tarona could only search slowly within the range given by the world consciousness.

Fortunately, the [Blood Nun] can switch between virtual and real states freely, so no matter how heavy the rain is, she won't get wet.

Suddenly, Tarona, who was running on the water droplets, stopped with a tiptoe brake. She turned her head and "looked" to the dark left side, and seemed to hear some other sound amid the sound of the heavy rain washing everything.

Theseus paused while sorting out the data and asked, "Miss Ta, what's wrong?"

Tarona listened for a while and then changed direction: "I heard the sound of a giant bird flapping its wings."

And...the sound of a baby crying.

With a whoosh, the black and white nun turned into a sharp arrow that was so fast that it seemed unreal, and flew straight towards the direction where the sound came from.

…

In the pitch-black sky, a terrifying bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, and a strange bird as big as a hill appeared under the lightning, with one of its iron claws holding a baby who was only a few months old.

Under the heavy rain, the baby had become very weak, his chubby face was slightly blue, and his cries were very weak. He was about to suffocate to death due to the rain blocking his mouth and nose.

Suddenly, a crescent-shaped sword light came out of nowhere and split the strange bird in two in an instant.

The sound of flapping wings stopped abruptly, and the strange bird fell straight from the sky without even realizing that it was dead. The iron claws that were supposed to hold it loosened along with the demise of its life.

Bang!

The bird carcass, which was evenly split in half, fell heavily into the mud. The splashing mud was quickly stained with the foul smell of blood. The blackish red blood infected the dark mud like a plague. There seemed to be tiny strip-shaped creatures twisting in the overflowing blood.

The nun in black and white was suspended in mid-air above the blood, her eyes covered with black lace as she calmly examined the bizarre scene where the subject was already dead but the blood was still infecting the land.

Wow, that's interesting.

The baby, who had nearly been suffocated to death by the rain blocking his mouth and nose, was held in her arms with one hand. The nun replaced the wet swaddling clothes with her long black veil, and the child, who had regained warmth, fell into a dream comfortably under the comfort of magic.

After more than ten minutes, the strange infection finally stopped, and the strip-shaped creature hidden in the blood finally appeared.

After absorbing enough nutrients from the rotting corpse, the flesh-colored fungus can't wait to break through the skin of the corpse, waiting unabashedly for the next unlucky host to arrive.

To be honest, Tarona was disgusted.

She grasped the alien cross sword floating at her side and stabbed it heavily into the ground beneath her feet.

There was only a slight sound, and a magical flame with a hint of charming pink in the deep red swept across the bloody quagmire. In an instant, the hateful "fungi" and the corpse of the strange bird were completely devoured, leaving no ashes at all.

"Theseus, I'll leave the search to you. I'm going to find a cave to rest first."

Tarona herself naturally didn't need to rest, mainly for the sake of the child. Ordinary human cubs were very fragile. After being in the rain for so long, she felt that the child needed a dose of magic potion.

The witch's healing magic is very biased and not suitable for fragile cubs.

[No problem.] Theseus pushed up his glasses and put the strange bird and the blood-stained scene he had taken into the search. [It is expected that the search will be completed in an hour.]

Tarona nodded, slightly adjusted the way he held the child, then pointed in a random direction and ran away on the splashing water droplets.

After a few minutes, she stopped.

Just five hundred meters away from her was a cave, but there was already someone inside.

Tarona looked down at the baby sleeping soundly in his arms, then walked over.

While walking, the black-and-white nun transformed from semi-virtual to solid. She picked off the leaves of a shrub that passed by her side, twisted it with her fingers, and turned it into an ordinary oil-paper umbrella. Most of the umbrella surface was facing the child. Lean over.

The rain, which showed no sign of abating, soon soaked half of her body. Her flowing nun skirt was also dragged in the mud, making the beautiful nun immediately look like an unlucky person caught in a rainstorm.

There was a warm glow of fire in a cave not far away, and three shadows were projected on the cave wall, one sitting and two standing. Judging from the shapes of the shadows, they all looked like men.

The two standing men were still holding swords in their hands, and the man sitting had his head supported by one hand, looking as if he was sleeping.

But when the faint sound of footsteps was heard in the heavy rain, it was the latter who took action first.

When the owner of the footsteps was about to enter the range of the firelight, the two young men holding swords finally reacted.

They gripped their swords vigilantly and adjusted their stance in a guarding posture, surrounding the sitting young man on the left and right. A cold light seemed to flash in the dim firelight.

However, what came into their sight was a frail woman holding a child.

She protected her sleeping child with one hand and held an umbrella with the other, and half of her body was soaked.

When she came closer, the two young men discovered that the woman was blindfolded. No wonder she was staggering and walking so slowly.

A strong wind suddenly blew outside the cave. The woman in black and white shivered violently, and her teeth were chattering, but she still held the child in her arms tightly, using her body to shield the child from the cold wind as much as possible.

She seemed to realize that there was a place ahead where she could take shelter from the rain, but there were already people there. She couldn't move any further, so she timidly and pleadingly asked, "Excuse me... can I take shelter here? I'll leave as soon as the rain stops!"

The woman's voice was very pleasant, like the sound of pearls and jade, like a spring in the mountains, and it was extremely stunning.

The fingers of the young man sitting on his knees trembled slightly for a moment, and he stepped back without standing up. It turned out that he was sitting in a wheelchair.

The young man said in a deep voice: "Please come in, young lady."

After a pause, he continued, "Don't worry, young lady. We are all government officials, not mountain bandits."

The woman heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this. She thanked the young man in a low voice and was about to grope her way over when the boy standing on the young man's left walked into the heavy rain, just to hand over the scabbard so that she could grab the scabbard and lead her into the cave to shelter from the rain.

The woman thanked him repeatedly, holding the boy's sword sheath and walked steadily into the warm and dry cave.

In the firelight, the half of the woman's face that was not blocked was clearly illuminated. Just like her voice, this half of her face alone was enough to make her a peerless beauty.

The two young boys were filled with astonishment, and immediately looked away shyly, not daring to look any further.

The young man who was obviously in charge among the three people calmly withdrew his scrutinizing gaze and said, "Miss, please walk five more steps inside. There is a bonfire five steps away. The rain is too heavy, be careful not to catch a cold."

The beautiful woman in plain clothes, holding the child carefully, timidly said thank you again, touched the ground with the folded paper umbrella in her hand, slowly walked to the campfire, and groped her way to sit down.

She curled up her body, trying to get as close to the warm campfire as possible. When she recovered from the cold, she reached out to check on the child in her arms.

The young man who arrived here first led the two boys to stand at the entrance of the cave. It was raining heavily and the cold wind was blowing. The campfire that could protect them from the cold wind was only a few steps away, but they did not move forward.

The witch who was checking the body of the sleeping child thought that this was indeed a world of martial arts, and most of the knights were kind-hearted, not at all like the simple and honest Gotan.

Ah, what three good people.