In the dim night, the spots of light high in the sky dot the night sky with starry scenery.

On a moonless night, it seemed that the gods in the Ukuru Courtyard were just that, with the Seraph acting as the sun during the day, but no substitute for the moonlight to adorn the night.

In this moonless night, in a small town on the edge of a vast forest, Mu Hua wandered around and finally saw the scene of hunting witches in this life.

The lights in the town went out, and retro oil lamps were lit in front of every household. The oil in the lamps was made from the fat of the Kul'jaeden demon.

This kind of lamp oil is expensive and is usually only lit during the magical beast breeding season. Its main function is to drive away the magical beasts that try to approach the house in search of food.

The town has thousands of residents, and the oil lamps make the town dim. A bonfire is lit in the central square of the town. An indistinguishable number of townspeople gather around the bonfire, singing strange songs and dancing ritualistic dances.

Trousers, shirts, work clothes, jackets, denim shorts that reveal half of the thigh, soft floral long skirts, simple modern style clothing matched with primitive and weird sacrificial dance music.

It is hard to say how the locals feel, but people who are not familiar with the place will inevitably find this scene strange.

Around the bonfire, there were three wooden supports consisting of four horizontal beams. Two of the supports were tied with disheveled women. The women had graceful figures, but thick iron nails pierced their hands and ankles.

One of the women was already dead, and the wound on her chest indicated that her heart had been dug out.

Anger, regret, fear, panic, complex expressions kept flashing across the other woman's face. Facing the priest who was approaching her with a strange sharp blade, the pain in her palms and ankles made it impossible for her to struggle properly.

There were three wooden racks, two humans, and a ghost nailed on the last wooden rack. The solid iron nails were coated with holy light. The iron nails actually penetrated the ghost's body and nailed it to the wooden rack, making it unable to move.

"We offer our most loyal devotion to the Demon-Exorcist Angel!!!" The priest raised the sharp blade in his hand and shouted loudly as if taking an oath.

"Ha~ha~~" The woman, who knew she was powerless to resist, endured the pain and let out a mocking smile, sounding as if she was laughing and panting.

"Your demon-chasing angels summon demon merchants. The kingdom of God you long for is just a maze that imprisons demons. And in your kingdom of God, there is a devil's bank."

"Your souls will one day become fuel for the angel pool, and the blood of demons flows in the veins of those angels. You will only become stupid dwarfs for generations to come!"

The woman held her breath and screamed heart-wrenchingly, but unfortunately her scream was drowned out by the cheers of the surrounding townspeople.

"Fallen witch, I, the priest of Unlanga, will lead your soul at this moment. With the inspiration of God, the Angel's Pool will eventually wash away your sins."

The priest climbed up the steps in front of the wooden frame with a sharp knife in his hand. The shouting around him suddenly stopped, and the middle-aged priest spoke to the woman with a compassionate look on his face.

"Haha~, idiot, you are still a ridiculous idiot even after becoming a priest. The witch's soul is not within the call of the Angel Pool. Haha~, I even doubt whether there is an Angel Pool in your courtyard."

“Perhaps, your so-called pious souls are just cheap currency for your gods and devils to trade with each other.” The woman said with a bitter smile.

The witch, two witches and a witch's soul were captured by the townspeople. The witch's soul, which had reached the level of a dead soul, was restrained by an iron nail and could not even speak.

Including the middle-aged priest in front of them, his physical fitness is almost the same as that of the weak An Juzhe. However, divine arts have their magical aspects. Divine arts often have complex attribute connotations. Some low-end divine arts, if used properly, can even allow them to plot against the witch.

"Poor witch, the devil's whispers cannot shake the blessing of the gods. The holy pool of the gods cleanses all things. The devil's temptation is sweet and poisonous. One day, you will thank me."

"Your soul..." The priest's eyes showed pity and emotion as he spoke. Suddenly he noticed something strange happening to the dead witch beside him.

Soul? The Eye of True Vision recently distributed by the church was placed in the sacrificial square. The priest inexplicably discovered that the soul of the dead witch floated out of her body.

"Almighty Unlanga~!" The priest was surprised. Although his piety made him a priest, he had never seen a human soul with his own eyes. Even the ghost was seen for the first time this time.

"Look! The almighty Unlanga is watching us. The great being has purified the soul of this witch!" The priest pointed at the spirit floating out of the dead witch and shouted loudly, attracting the attention of people around the square.

"Ah~~~" cheering excitedly.

"Bone fangs!" The spirit in the witch's body raised a finger.

“Puff!” The sharp bone teeth shot into the priest’s forehead and passed through his head. As expected, the priest’s physical fitness was just a scumbag, and the soul he was shouting was a ghost, a witch’s soul. . .

At this moment, the newly born witch soul also had confusion in her eyes, but fortunately she could use an offensive magic.

"..." Silence, the whole square fell into silence in an instant. "Damn it? Monica, you... hurry up and save me!" The witch who was not yet dead was also stunned by the change in front of her. How could her friend turn into a ghost? But she turned around and ignored everything else and shouted to the witch's soul.

"How...can I save her?" The witch's soul named Monica had obviously woken up when the bone fangs were shot out. However, at this moment, she looked at the undead witch with a conflicted look on her face and spread out her hands.

"..." The bound witch.

Well, even though she was furious as soon as she turned into a ghost, a ghost is still a ghost after all. Monica couldn't touch any real objects for the time being. Her friend was nailed to a shelf, and the nails that nailed her contained the effect of purification. How to save her?

"Then run!" After a brief pause, the bound witch said anxiously.

"No! I will kill them!" Monica looked at the townspeople in the square and said angrily, but she stood in front of the bound witch.

"What are you going to use to kill? Run!" the bound witch shouted. There was the Eye of True Vision in the square. Monica had just become a ghost, and it was already a blessing for her to be able to grow a bone tooth. Where did she get the magic power to kill the people here?

Looking at the priest lying on the ground with blood gushing out of his head, the people in the square also reacted.

"Ghost! It's a ghost! Kill her!"

Holy light bullets, arrows of light, and even healing spells. Although not all the townspeople were there, there were hundreds of people gathered in the square. Dozens of divine spells attacked Monica from all directions. The bound witch closed her eyes in despair.

Standardized divine arts, like magic, have specific attack forms and effects. This kind of divine art consumes less power of faith than the magic that is imagined out of thin air.

In fact, the attack effects of most divine arts are similar to those of magic, except that the elements contained in divine arts are more complex.

For example, the holy light bullet here is compounded with fire and thunder elements, and the arrow of light can also change into different elemental properties according to the wishes of the releaser.

Compared to healing spells performed with magic, divine healing spells also contain a purification component, and this type of healing spell can also cause certain damage to the undead.

Divine arts came, and under the attack of these divine arts, Monica, a newly born ghost, had almost no chance of survival.

However, as the attack was imminent, a defensive magic covered the three execution racks in the square.

"Bang~Bang~Bang~" The divine arts hit the defense wall and created pieces of fire thunder. Most of them were the power of basic magic, but the elemental effects they caused were really varied.

The night wind was blowing, and in the shadow of the swaying firelight, a woman with a gloomy face walked into the square at some point.

"What a pity, we are a little late." The pupils filled with red light diverted people's attention from the woman's delicate facial features. When the vampire saw the naked body of the witch lying on a wooden frame, apology and irritation flashed in her eyes.

"Well, let me see, are you a homely swallow? Or a playful seagull?"

"Don't tell me you are wandering witches, or I will definitely beat up your leader."

"Why were we caught by these bastards?" Stepping towards the bound witch, Setsuna spoke in a gentle tone. As he spoke, the iron nails of the Wedge Witch and the Ghost were pulled out from their bodies.

"Setsuna?" The ghost that had broken free from its restraints called out to Setsuna in a tired and confused voice.

"Huh? It's you." Shanshan shifted his attention away from the injured witch and looked at the ghost. This was also a witch's soul. Shanshan had seen her in the Scholomance before, but he didn't know her name.

"Kill them!" He looked at the defensive magic protecting them, noticed that Setsuna knew her companions, and the injured witch was lying on the ground. When he looked at the townspeople in the square, his eyes were full of resentment.

"Okay, dear, as you wish." Shanna gave the witch a comforting smile, and then the red light in his eyes seemed to become sharper.

"Puff~Puff~Puff~" Thin flakes like silver flakes flew out, and sharp weapons like bee wings cut the necks of the townspeople in the square.

The red blood infected the black skin, and the purple-black color was more uncomfortable to the senses than ordinary blood stains.

The bee wings returned to the nest, the blood arrows took shape, and the blood on the square turned into deadly arrows under instant control, piercing more townspeople at the sacrifice site.

There was no time to exclaim, no time to scream, the whole square was instantly covered in purple-red. The blood race had a strange feeling towards witches, and seeing this sacrifice scene that was like hunting witches, the mood of the moment was really not very good. (End of this chapter)