Bang!
The already dilapidated door was kicked open with force, flying like a missile toward the pastor in front of the organ.
Bang!
The solid wood door was blocked by an invisible force when it approached the figure within three meters, making a loud noise as if it had hit a wall, and shattered into pieces.
It did not have any real effect on the pastor, but the sound of the wooden door breaking interrupted the music, causing a momentary pause.
Buzz.
Her fiery red short hair was slightly messy, and the newcomer's face did not look as fierce as her actions; in fact, it could be described as beautiful.
She looked to be in her mid-twenties, not yet thirty, with slightly thin lips, a high nose bridge, and thick eyelashes, exuding both a heroic air and a touch of femininity.
But she exuded an aura that showed no weakness; she was like a well-honed blade, gleaming with sharp edges.
He is over 1.8 meters tall, but does not appear bulky under the special armor.
With such a face and figure, if she changed into a different outfit...
It may not necessarily attract men, but it will definitely attract women.
Instead of rushing in, a tall figure walked in through the door, wearing metal boots.
Thump, thump, thump.
Although he didn't look particularly muscular, his boots made a heavy sound as they hit the ground.
The only reason I can think of is the giant axe in her hand, which is in stark contrast to her size.
The material is not visible, but the axe blade with its dark metallic sheen is enough to make you imagine its weight!
Her gaze swept across the altar in the center of the church, then fell upon the priest whose hand gestures had paused only briefly. Finally, Margaret spoke:
"So, you're the mastermind behind all this?"
Her voice wasn't deep; instead, it had the magnetic quality of a mature woman, but the tone of her voice didn't convey any gentleness at all.
Like her temperament, she was as cold as a drawn blade.
The pastor, oblivious to the fact that he hadn't turned back, remained oblivious.
But in Margaret's eyes, the entire dilapidated church transformed in an instant.
It is magnificent and holy, and has completely lost its previous dilapidated appearance!
A group of devout believers, their faces obscured, filled the corners of the church, their fervent gazes simultaneously turning toward Margaret.
Then, their expressions turned pained, and they stared at the intruder with hatred.
"Don't bother me, this has nothing to do with you."
"This is my revenge."
A hoarse voice echoed in the sanctuary. The priest, with his back to Margaret, spoke in a low voice, without a trace of madness.
With a slight movement of their lips, all the believers repeated the pastor's words:
"Don't bother me..."
"This is my revenge..."
The cacophony of voices, amplified by the combined resonance of hundreds, sounded exceptionally grand, like sacred pronouncements.
The sound was deafening.
But under such shock, Margaret's expression only changed slightly before returning to calm, her cold and hard expression showing no sign of emotion.
"call……"
She raised the massive axe, half her height, to her chest, silently demonstrating her stance and choice.
All the echoes ceased abruptly. The figure in front of the organ paused for a moment, but was not surprised, and simply whispered:
"……madness."
call.
A cold wind blew through, instantly extinguishing half of the candles scattered throughout the church, and the frenzied expressions on the believers' faces became even more sinister.
They raised their books and charged at Margaret!
Gazing at the surging crowd, Margaret took a deep breath and began to run...
charge!
A warrior with an axe charged into the sea of people!
Clang!
The axe blade swept across, unleashing a torrent of flames that scorched the approaching monster as it cleaved.
Screams, wails, and angry rebukes... Believers were constantly being destroyed, but they would soon reappear in the distance, one after another stepping on the bodies of another.
Although Margaret showed no signs of fatigue, she was blocked by an endless stream of cult monsters, making it impossible for her to move forward.
Moreover, everyone knows that power is not inexhaustible, and sooner or later she will be exhausted by these monsters, becoming a helpless fish on a chopping board.
The situation seemed to be turning into a crisis, but Margaret, at the center of the chaos, remained calm.
With her breathing steady, she continued to analyze the situation before her.
And most importantly, the unfathomable mastermind on the other side.
"The strength of an awakened individual from the spiritual lineage is not apparent, but they are generally at the peak of the third tier..."
The illusion before them was so realistic that it was almost impossible to spot any flaws, and the opponent had the advantage of the terrain, which greatly enhanced their strength.
but……
That's all there is to it.
Even with such an advantage, the opponent had not reached the fourth rank.
You can give it a try!
"The situation isn't that bad. My strength has its limits, and so does his!"
Although it looks frightening and seems like it can be reused indefinitely, Margaret knows very well that it's just an illusion.
Although the degree is very low, the frequency of new believers appearing and the overall strength have changed somewhat.
Although it is very dangerous for a person to face such a situation, and a slight mistake could lead to a tragic death.
"But who said I'm alone?"
The offensive remained unchanged; Margaret still displayed the same fierce and determined spirit as before.
It seems they won't give up until they achieve their goal.
Just then, a dark shadow flickered and leaped rapidly along the shadow cast by the candlelight...
brush.
A completely black weapon appeared behind the priest's head, and without any hesitation, it suddenly grabbed down!
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