The Game of Demon Hunter

"Stop, our distance is safe enough." Xu Yichen patted the body of the silver-haired witch, waking her up from the sea of ​​psychic energy.

A hint of nostalgia and reluctance appeared on Effilar's face, and he finally took the initiative to cut off the link with the sea of ​​psychic energy.

The witcher breathed a sigh of relief. At that moment just now, his first thought was that if something happened to the witch, how should he kill her before the disaster happened.

Effilar saved him twice, which made Xu Yichen feel somewhat uncomfortable, because he knew that he would never hold back.

"I know, I understand, we are the same people." The silver-haired witch pressed her fingers on the temple, and leaned weakly on the shoulder of the witcher.

Even without the witch's unique predictive ability, she is still a good fighter. She can see the tense muscles and the movement of the shoulders of the Siris just now.

What's more, in the vision brought by the spiritual energy, the murderous aura emanating from the witcher at that moment was undoubtedly revealed.

Effilar can understand the other party, witches are innocent, but the disaster they can cause is too serious, so serious that even the witches themselves are unwilling to get together to a certain extent.

The Witch Union is a very loose organization. Every time the high-level witches who master the teleportation spell gather, they gather from all over the world, and they never live together on weekdays.

Only mid- and low-level witches with insufficient strength would huddle together to keep warm.

"Does the Witch Union have any preventive measures against the current situation?" Xu Yichen, who let go of his weapon, subconsciously supported the witch to prevent her from collapsing on the ground: "If you are so cautious when using psionic powers, others Is your situation more dangerous?"

"I don't know. Alteya hasn't contacted the Witch Union recently. We are all trying to restrain the use of psionic energy." Effilar quickly regained his strength, stood up straight, and a blush flashed across his face.

Under the Witch King's rule, nuns are a very deterrent existence, and even those Templars who also serve the Witch King are unwilling to provoke them.

This is the first time in Effilar's life that he has been so close to a man.

"When was the last time you got in touch with the Witch Union?" The witcher frowned. He still remembered the reactions of the witches when they used their psionic powers.

Although it takes a little willpower to deal with the temptation of chaos, it is by no means like a tiger to avoid it like a tiger now.

"When the Paladin Expeditionary Force arrived at Anthony's Grand Port, we got in touch with the Federation and terminated the assistance to the castle building of the Retribution Corps." Effilar recalled: "Do you doubt?"

"He's worried that all the witches feel the power of the psionic tide just like you." Yang Yuefan nimbly climbed down from the mast, and he kept observing the distance between the church fleet and himself.

Half an hour ago, those battleships shining with golden light extinguished their light one by one, as if they had run out of energy.

For the sake of safety, with the help of the witch, the battle group drove at high speed for another half an hour, completely distanced themselves from the church's battleship.

Effilar hoped that this surge of psychic energy was nothing more than a commotion in a local area, because the Far South Colony had frequently experienced chaos erosion in recent months.

But rationality told her that there were not cases of chaotic erosion in other areas in a short period of time in history, but there was no phenomenon that psychic users were strengthened.

If anything, it was the first time that the mages of the Ottoman Empire opened up the connection between chaos and reality. According to historical records, it was the first time that a spiritually sensitive person awakened.

Inexperienced psionic users can even rely on instinct, tearing apart samurai in full armor and wantonly summoning monsters that only exist in their imagination.

"We will contact the Witch Union when the ship docks." The silver-haired witch's complexion looked a little dark, with a hint of worry in her exhaustion.

As a witch who changed her job halfway, Effilar had no feelings for the unmasked Witch Union, so in the previous negotiations, she was unwilling to serve in the Union, but stayed with the witcher. .

On the one hand, it was because Xu Yichen was special, and on the other hand, it was because she didn't trust the Witch Union.

As a fighting nun, her organization and the Witch Union have had a deep hatred for hundreds of years, and she also knows that the Witch Union is not as simple as Altea and other middle- and low-level witches see.

On the Black Continent, there are three countries established with the secret support of the high-level Witch Union, and the highest level of the Witch Union happens to be three seats.

Three witches of the legendary realm.

In other words, each of the three legendary witches has a human kingdom that is completely their own, and these three countries are also the focus of the nuns' annual raids.

Effilar didn't want to meet those three women, who knew if they would really regard themselves as their own as predicted.

Moreover, what Araphael is really worried about is what will happen if the senior executives of the Witch Union know that they are not born awakened, but "artificially" awakened?

As I said before, witches are like living bombs, no one knows when they will explode, but the current situation is that the bombs are surrounded by flames, and if you are not careful, the witches will be ignited. 'Blow up' a crack leading to chaos.

You must know that even veteran witches like Althea prefer to stay in a safe quiet room now.

That was the greatest invention of the Witch Union, using various expensive magic materials and precious metals to draw a space that could largely isolate spiritual energy in a space full of spiritual energy.

It's ridiculous to say that the prison that the nuns used to imprison the witches was also built on the same principle. Effilar and Altea combined the technologies of the two, replacing other magic materials with the blood of the witcher, which greatly improved The reliability and sealing of this quiet room are strengthened.

"We will head east all the way, and finally dock near Wangxiang City." Xu Yichen patted Effilar on the shoulder: "If things are really bad to that extent, we will have to face it. Humans will not give in. We have been fighting Chaos for hundreds of years, and it doesn't matter if we fight for hundreds more."

The silver-haired witch nodded, and returned to the cabin somewhat sadly. She needed to discuss this matter with Altea.

"It's an eventful year. If we didn't use forceful means to control all the nodes that might be corrupted, I'm afraid the current situation would have appeared in the real world." The members of the relevant departments who save the world seven times a year on average sighed with a hint of complacency .