Afilar's feelings for Xu Yichen were very complicated. As a combat nun, her first half of her life was twisted. The witch kings initially formed combat nuns only for the evil taste of targeting witches, but this tradition has been passed down anyway.
For the Witch King, hundreds of years are just a blink of an eye, and for the nuns this is a tradition. The nuns' loyalty to the creed and the Witch King is irrelevant, and they may even be divided into different factions due to their different understandings of the creed, in which the fighting nuns and the clerical nuns are gradually drifting away on their own paths.
Afilar was an excellent combat nun. She was proficient in swordsmanship and systematically learned how to distinguish spells and psychic abilities. She was also proficient in armor maintenance. Before becoming a formal combat nun, the main task of intern combat nuns was to help the grand nuns maintain their armor and weapons.
You will never find a job that is more irritating than this kind of life. A fighter who seems extremely irritable due to endocrine disorders checks your work and picks on it. As long as you make a slight mistake, it may lead to several months of mental abuse.
Aphiral rarely makes mistakes, and even so, her life is not easy. In such a group, a face that is more attractive than others is almost original sin, so when the escort group of nuns, which cannot even name the name of the monastery, she signed up without hesitation.
Almost all combat nuns are proud to be guards of the Witch King. The second best choice is to follow the Silent Nun to hunt witches around the world on a black ship. At the least, you can choose to stay in the New World to supervise those low-level mages. Going to remote monasteries as guards is almost equivalent to exile.
Many monasteries have tasks to cooperate with the Witch King, collect certain experimental data, guard dangerous items, etc. Such work often passes for decades, and the Witch King may not be able to remember it again.
But for Efilar, the island of Ophelia Seven is like an outdoor peach garden, where there are no intrigue sisters, no high-ranking grand nuns, and those clerical nuns locked themselves in their monastery and often could not see anyone for several days.
Aphiral still remembers that when she was on the island, she often looked at the sea alone. She liked to listen to the sound of waves and watched the moment when the sun jumped out of the sea in the early morning, the sky and the sea seemed to be connected.
After spending the first two years, there was a communication between the fighting nuns and the clerical nuns on the island. They were no longer strangers, but like real sisters, they drank, prayed together, and even swam on the beach together. That period was the happiest time in Aphiral's life.
Except for every time the black ship arrives, the sisters on the black ship will bring some witches every time, but Ephiral has never seen a witch being taken away. Most of the beautiful witches are dead, some are screaming and crying, and some will scold every nun they see.
Aphiral had always wanted to know where these witches were, although she could vaguely guess the answer.
Those essay nuns have always kept a close eye on the projects they studied. Through communication, Ephiral learned that the essay nuns here are almost all newcomers, and deep in the underground of the monastery in the middle of the island, there are a large number of old nuns who never step out of the monastery.
Efilar once hoped that they would never appear, but like other things involved with Chaos, things always go on a path that no one wants to see.
That day, Afilar didn't need to stand guard. She had a whole day to empty her brain. She greeted her sisters who were monitoring the sea according to her past habits, then found a secret place to remove her armor and weapons, and jumped into the sea in her underwear.
The equipment was all fine products distributed after arriving on the island, and was engraved with various mantras and exorcist runes. With Aphiral's rich experience in equipment maintenance, she was sure that the armor she wore was much better than the grand nuns in the monastery before.
Afilar has a good lung capacity. She once ventured into the seabed dozens of meters deep and collected pearls, but she did not bring the pearl back to the shore in the end. She was worried that her sisters would accuse herself of falling into material desires.
Although the pearl had long been washed away by the water flow, Efilar still liked to dive deeper and try to find another pearl for himself. However, on that day, this action made Efilar the only survivor on the island.
The monastery of the Scriptures suppressed a real Slaane Demon underground. The witch kings paid a considerable price to fix its body and consciousness in this world. One of the research projects of the Scriptures nuns was to find out what the differences in the application of witches and chaotic demons had in mind.
No one knows when the great demon corrupted the great nuns. The witches sent by ships were given to the great demon one by one by the nuns to restore its power, and the great demon gave back their knowledge from Slaanes.
The great nuns personally created those exquisite armor containing vicious traps. With the order of the great demon, the armor and weapons on the combat nuns became the culprits to destroy them.
When Ephiral came ashore from the water, the first thing she saw was the distorted armor. The thick smell of heather flowers made her immediately alert. She soon discovered the sisters who were shattered by her armor and penetrated by her weapons.
But this was just the beginning of a nightmare. As she penetrated into the monastery, the experience of the nuns of the clerical almost broke down Ephiral's spirit.
The basement of the monastery is like a scribble-covered exhibition made up of human bodies, where nuns and witches are partially integrated with each other, and Efilar's most powerful weapon is just an iron rod removed from the windowsill.
The Slaanesian Demon had already left, and with a lot of gains, he also left a gift to the nuns.
A huge smiling face sewn from the faces of the nuns of the clerks was stuck in the cage that once sealed it.
The nuns who once laughed with Ephiral and cried together competed with their empty eyes and laughed wildly silently. The great demon sealed their souls in their faces. As long as it was not destroyed, these nuns would never be able to transcend.
Their souls and consciousness were also pieced together. When Efilar appeared, countless voices suddenly appeared. They were in pain, screaming, and laughing wildly, giving their research results to Efilar.
Chapter completed!