Beware: Saint Sightings (Lots of Pictures) / The Crazy Woman Who Ravaged a God

The two who had done something naughty lay by the fountain, giggling and laughing, feeling completely relaxed.

After resting quietly for a while, Tokisaki Kurumi got up, took out a coin and threw it into the water, put her hands together and silently made a wish.

What are you thinking about?

"I hope my sisters can escape their cage and live happily."

Yes...

Kevin murmured softly, watching the sun gradually sink below the horizon, and waved goodbye to Tokisaki Kurumi.

"I had a lot of fun today. Can we meet again tomorrow?"

Tokisaki Kurumi picked up the Persian cat and asked expectantly.

"Yes... I will..."

Kevin paused for a moment, nodded slightly on the bridge, and then walked away into the distance with his back to the setting sun.

So, whatever you do, don't die...

The boy sighed inwardly and casually tossed the two pieces of paper into the river.

That day, when the police station was inspecting Tokisaki Kurumi's suitcase, he accidentally touched a small notebook with "Suicide Plan" written on it from a hidden compartment.

Kevin chose to tear up the two pieces of paper and confiscate them, then wrote his address on the blank page.

Since she regards me as a guiding angel, I will surely return to visit her if I have any hope.

Whether it's dating or just keeping someone company, if it can save a life, I will do my best.

Since you've chosen the light, don't head towards the darkness.

However, I still have to do it myself...

Kevin looked down at the still-swollen bird, his lips twitching slightly.

If only someone would launch a night raid tonight...

Chapter 411, Section 431: Beware of the Appearance of a Sage (Multiple Images)

As night fell, the seven seats in front of Koko's table lit up one by one, and figures who concealed their identities and appearances took their seats one after another.

"The detailed information has been sent to everyone's phones. The honeymoon period is officially over, and the competition begins."

Koko tapped on the table, looking like a hands-off boss.

However, Kevin, recalling the group of unruly amateur thugs with their tendency to fight amongst themselves, stepped out of the shadows, fiddling with a coin, and stood behind Koko.

"Friendly reminder: the most important objective of this operation is to thwart the plans of the Roman Papal Legion and the Anglican Church. As for who gets the Holy Grail, that will depend on their own abilities."

"Therefore, let's get the Holy Grail together first. Also, it's best to keep the organizations behind everyone and who owns the Holy Grail a secret for the time being."

"After all, the Roman Papal Legion may still be somewhat wary of our alliance, but if it were just one of us, they would probably retaliate without holding back."

"I suppose nobody wants to cause trouble."

After a moment's thought, everyone nodded in agreement to the game regulator's conditions.

So, everything is ready, and we're just waiting for dawn.

Since Koko finally had a change of heart and didn't drag anyone into her affair, Kevin was finally able to lean back on the sofa and quietly wait for the sunrise.

At dawn, a middle-aged man carrying a vintage backpack arrived at the entrance of the Saint Fath Town. He paused for a moment, stroked his sexy mustache, and sighed at his long journey.

We've finally arrived.

He then pulled down his cowboy hat, rang the newsstand, took a newspaper from the old man's table, and glanced at it briefly.

As the man stepped forward, the distant, ethereal hymns from the church ahead echoed more clearly in his ears.

God said that the human world is a battlefield between heaven and hell, which is why people's hearts are wavering. The news has already leaked out, and who knows how many sinners will come to seize this treasure.

Lord, please forgive us, both I and they.

After finishing his prayer, the middle-aged man, dressed in jeans, kissed the Solomon's Ring on his finger and calmly walked on.

A blonde nun, her skirt shortened for ease of movement, opened the church door as usual, and as she walked toward the middle-aged man, she held the cross pendant on her chest in her palm.

Having secured a favorable position early on, Jill Hera looked down at the two people gathering below, her brow furrowing involuntarily.

Since her old nemesis [Deep Sea] seems to have the support of the Roman Papal Legion, she has also had dealings with the Inquisition.

Van Helsing, the Divine Grace Hunter! Heidewilli, the Oracle's Daughter! It's them!

The fact that the Roman Papal Legion was willing to send two of its pillars suggests that the legend of the Holy Grail is not entirely unfounded.

Where are the people making the transaction? Just in case, let's wait a bit longer.

However, atop the tower to the left, a young woman in a trench coat, her left eye flashing with a ghostly blue flame, leaned over the balcony, gently exhaling stale air.

At this moment, the contraption she had set up automatically combined and transformed, extending into a sniper cannon seven or eight meters long with a caliber of nearly 20mm, gradually taking shape.

In the silent chanting, an energy-gathering array, resembling a magic circle, was placed ring by ring around the cannon muzzle.

Giant photon, three-stage energy storage, launch!

A beam of eerie blue light suddenly erupted from the cannon's muzzle, hurtling towards Van Helsing, the envoy of the Holy Grail.

This experienced Divine Grace Hunter had anticipated this, and immediately pulled it into his backpack, stood up, and jumped aside, the thick beam of light carving deep furrows in the road.

Game, start!

The Void Songstress, equipped with the Black Rock Shooter skin, picked up her sniper cannon and leaped into the air.

The miniaturized cannon barrel spun and roared as the girl fell, firing 20 rock spikes per second, forcing Van Helsing to dodge left and right and retreat repeatedly.

Van Helsing! Heidewilli, the Oracle's Daughter was accompanying them, saw that the guide who had raised her was in trouble, and immediately tore off the cross from her chest.

As the nanometals flowed, a red and white sniper rifle marked with a cross gradually took shape in the hands of this Sister of Battle.

"Let the Lord's will walk on the earth, kiss all people, and glory be upon me— Divine Judgment!"

Heidewilli leaped into the air, landing on a high vantage point. She lowered her body, raised her sniper rifle, and chanted an incantation, locking her sights on the Black Rock Shooter who had switched to his greatsword form and was locked in combat with Van Helsing.

At this moment, the Stigmata appeared on the nun's back, and high-purity Honkai energy surged into the gun barrel.

"Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Two pink Rose petals shot out from behind Heidewilli, forcing the Oracle's Daughter to interrupt her shooting, gather her strength, and leap away.

"Hey, how about playing with me for a bit? I've been wanting to see what makes the watchdogs of the Roman Papal Legion so special."

Jill Hera stepped onto the ground and approached gracefully, her two Rose of Fate wielding them deftly, her haughty eyes fixed on the naive Oracle's Daughter.

A natural Stigmata? A divine gift capable of perfectly converting Honkai energy? Such incredible luck is truly enviable.

Jill Hera kicked away Heidewilli's raised gun barrel, and at the same time, she lunged forward, leaving afterimages as she weaved left and right amidst the mesmerizing effect of the surrounding pink Rose petals.

Sure enough, times have changed. Even the disciplinary nuns and Divine Grace Hunter of the Inquisition have started fighting with firearms. Kevin, who was observing the battle from a high building, popped two mints into his mouth and sighed with emotion.

"Strange, it's so quiet around here..."

Under the parasol, Koko drank orange juice and asked the supervisor beside her a puzzled question.

"Look around, see if there are any more of these things around here. I found them by the streetlight last night..."

Kevin casually pulled a talisman with a pentagram drawn on it from his pocket and tossed it to Koko's lap.

The Arms Queen took the talisman and looked around. To her horror, she found that the strange talisman had been pasted on the fountain, the eaves of the houses on both sides, and the stone slabs of the road.

"I've heard Sister Zero mention that the Anglican Church Idler Dispelling Talisman..."

"It seems that the contact over there arrived last night and set up a barrier in the vicinity to disperse ordinary people."

As they spoke, two figures gradually approached from the other end of the street.

The boy tapped on his internal communication wristband, connected to the channels of the others, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Hey, Mr. Holmes, the Anglican Church's squire is yours."

"You really know how to boss people around. Oh well, I'm not interested in the Holy Grail anyway, I'm just here to correct the timeline."

The cosplayer, Doctor Strange, gracefully stepped out from the sparkling circle, wearing a cape and holding a cane.

This time, to avoid trouble from the Anglican Church, Doctor Strange wore an exquisite Zorro Mask.

As the ten fingers spread out and guided the movement, the surrounding space was divided into staggered sections. The non-mainstream priest opposite, with long red hair, wearing earrings and rings, and a barcode under his right eye, lit a cigarette and responded solemnly in a deep voice.

"Fortis931, taken from the meaning of 'Here I prove I am the strongest.' Masked man, if you don't want to die, prepare yourself!"

Doctor Strange nodded slightly, and with a flick of his fingers, pulled the Matt into the enclosed space he had created.

Since inheriting the three Sanctums from the Sorcerer Supreme Gu Yi, Doctor Strange has read extensively and gained a general understanding of magic.

The name given by this Anglican Church priest was his magical name, the name he used in battle to kill!

This means that in the upcoming match, he will go all out and will not hold back.

As the two figures disappeared into the space that resembled a shattered mirror, Kevin turned his gaze to the most dangerous person on the field.

This is the Anglican Church saint, Kansaki Shizuka?

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Chapter 412, Section 432: The Mad Woman Who Turns Over the Grass

On the street, a tall, fair-skinned Asian beauty walked gracefully. Her long black hair, tied in a ponytail, reached her waist. Her white T-shirt, tied at the waist, revealed her navel, and she wore a denim jacket over it, with distressed jeans on her lower body.

However, the right arm of the jacket was cut off along with the shoulder, while the jeans were cut off from the left thigh, revealing a long, white thigh, which looked quite erotic.

However, in reality, the asymmetrical balance is quite effective for the composition of the ritual, which is why the saint whom the Englishman consulted adopted this unique attire.

At this moment, her raised right hand had already grasped the hilt of the Commanding Blade, which was almost as tall as her body.

Kansaki Shizuka entered the chaotic battle zone. With a sudden step, her Commanding Blade shot out a half-inch of sharpness, its chilling aura directly scattering the swirling sand and dust around her.

However, before the female saint could provide support to her allies, she was surrounded from both sides.

As the dark red metallic liquid flowed, the armor, engraved with various intricate Amplification Matrix, completely enveloped the falling Murata Himeko, while the greatsword slashing down from the sky formed several consecutive crimson sword beams.

Kansaki Shizuka glanced to the left, gripped her sword with one hand, and swung it left and right, shattering the incoming sword beams.

"Boom!"

A bolt of dark blue lightning struck the weakest point of Kansaki Shizuka's Commanding Blade, causing the female saint's arm to go numb and she to stagger back several steps before finally releasing her remaining strength.

Lightning Sis, having removed her Optical Camouflage, gently raised her right hand, wielding a combination of a Gunblade, while her left arm shield protected her chest.

"Playing house with a bunch of little brats every day is incredibly boring. Today I can finally relax and unwind..."

Murata Himeko drew the Eclipse Greatsword; the metallic armor bolstered her confidence.

Seeing that she couldn't escape, Kansaki Shizuka had no choice but to carefully draw her Commanding Blade inch by inch, concentrating her aura to the extreme.

Murata Himeko, intending to test the power of the new Valkyrie armor, charged forward without hesitation, sword in hand. The Holy Grail was irrelevant; this was simply a different kind of vacation.

As the commander of the Imperial Army, Lightning Sis was naturally not a rigid person who insisted on chivalry, and immediately attacked Kansaki Shizuka's weakness.

The three fought fiercely, the sand and stones caught in the fray were shredded and thrown up, and the flat ground they passed over was invariably turned into a pockmarked "face" crisscrossed with ravines.

Kevin, watching from the rooftop, carefully observed how everyone channeled their energy, lost in thought.

So that's how it is. When a natural Stigmata Oldest One appears and is basically developed, the holder is naturally an apostle who listens to the will of God, that is, a "saint," like Heidewilli, the Oracle's Daughter, who is this type.

Due to her extraordinary talent, her abilities should be roughly on par with those of A-class Valkyrie.

If the latent power of Stigmata is fully awakened, the holder will advance to become a "Saint" who acts on behalf of the Divine Will.

They are similar to Moses, who once split the Red Sea in one blow; they are somewhat like Herrscher wield some special power of rules.

In essence, spells, hand gestures, chakras, Gene Lock, meditation, and soul steel technology all lead to the same goal: to purify and manipulate power.

In that lunar war that changed the world, someone accomplished the feat of killing gods.