Vincent looks at the dead Batana, but he doesn't know what words to use to describe his

feelings. The hand reaching toward the sky and the expression of Batana's last desperate cry

are deeply imprinted in his heart.

Their strength, pastor, comes from faith, from God. They get the power of God's magic by

praying daily and living their lives according to God's teachings. But that power could be

taken away from them at any time if they did not follow God's will. Batana, in the end, should

have been able to heal herself, but she did not. Her magic did not work. Let's just say that her

God had abandoned her.

Vincent silently thought about what kind of strength is really his own strength. The most

powerful mortal -- the ancient Arcane master is not in order to free from the power of the

magic God, just launched a campaign against God? As a result, the Arcane masters died, and

many of the gods died with them, the true power remained hidden, and the magic network

remained.

As a mage, Vincent also hopes to find the power that can be at his own disposal. When he

had studied magic, he had been excited by the idea that the magic he had acquired through

practice and knowledge was his own, but Wizard Quazman could easily erase it and leave

him as useless as a human being. The original magic he was now learning was, at the end of

the day, the wisdom of others. Didn't the ancient Arcane masters use this system? And the

results are still dictated by others.

At this time, Shelley came out of the Crystal Tower with her thin sword in her hand. Even

though it was already scarred and worn, Shelley was willing to risk a battle. She did not want

Vincent to face Batana alone. But the first mistress had died in such a short time. Shelley was

so surprised that she stood behind Vincent, like a mage looking at Batana's body, and was

lost in thought herself.

Vincent sighed and turned around to see Shelley in a trance. "Why are you out here? It's all

right here. Go back to the tower."

'HMMM! "Shelley agreed flatly and put away her weapon. She turned and entered the Black

Crystal Tower.

When the doors closed, Vincent shouted outside, "Regula, come out! I can see you."

"Ha ha, you're still so alert. So the First family is all over." Smiling, the monk jumped down

from the wall and stood in front of the master. "Sure enough, not to be underestimated. Even

the first mistress was defeated at your hands."

"No, Regula, she was only abandoned and died by the spider goddess." Vincent knows that

Batana was not without strength at that time, and that he was able to win thanks to the help

of the "great goddess".

"At any rate, there is no doubt that she died in your presence." The monk spread out his

hands. "Now, I think it's time for you to help me."

"If you want to bring that spider-like spirit right now, that's fine with me." Vincent said, "But

what are your plans for the future? Be loyal to the new Dark Elf family?"

"No, mage, I have other plans, of course." The monk smiled. Today, instead of his usual stern

face, he looked very happy.

"Well, where is Zeena?"

The arachnid Zeena flashed in from the outside, looking very nervous, probably because the

atmosphere of the city of Prudence frightened her, since an arachnid would instinctively fear

a drow. But when she saw Vincent, she straightened herself up, forced her trembling to be

restrained, and stood before the master with her old haughty air: "Human! So it's you? Can

you tell me how to change it back? Regula, do you think this man can help me?"

'Yes, Zeena. I have an idea. But you will suffer a great deal. Are you ready?" Vincent doesn't

have a soft spot for Zena, he's just following through on his end of the bargain. The monk

helps Shelley escape is also an important reason.

"No! I don't believe you! I can even trust a genie and not trust you! You will torment me with

your wicked spells! I know it! ' She took two steps back, just enough to touch Batana's body.

Zeena stared in horror at the Drow body lying in front of her, as if she could not believe her

eyes.

"Ba 'al... Batana? You're dead after all! But, but how can that be? ' Zeena recoiled in horror,

her eight black spider legs colliding with each other and she fell hard to the ground. "No! It's

a trap! I get it, Regula, it's a trap set by you and Vincent, Batana first, me next! I know, even

Shelley is in your hands, and you want to be the leader of the First family! You... You're going

to turn me into a puppet, a puppet who only takes orders from you! Then you will be the

master of this city! You..." Zeena pointed to Vincent. "You want to control the dark Elves just

like the Archmage who died in the Tower of the Crystal. No! I won't believe you."

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"I have no such plans." "There is nothing left for me to miss in Prudence," says Vincent.

"Would a sorcerer who could kill the First Mistress not want power? No! I don't believe you! '

With that, Zeina got up and tried to run away. The monk lunged forward and gave her a quick

slap on the back. Zeena's movements stiffened and she fell motionless to the ground.

"She's intimidated now, Master. You can do it." "I am right behind you," said Regula.

Vincent walks up to Zeena slowly and asks, "Monk, why are you doing this? Is it worth it?"

"No idea." The monk raised his shoulder. "I'm just a homeless wanderer, a practitioner. I am

not like you mages, who always consider whether something is worth doing or not. I just think

I'll be happy doing it, and that's OK."

"Then you and I are still somewhat similar." Vincent begins pounding the curse on Zena with

powerful energy. If the spell had been unleashed by Batana, then with the caster dead, Vincent

felt he might be able to force it out. Otherwise, he would have no choice but to transform

her.

The process is painful, every inch of the spider-like spirit's skin is shaking violently, her mouth

is open, her eyes are written with despair. Even in her state of shock, Zeena's body was torn

apart by the pain. After a while, the spider's body began to crack, yellow-green pus gushing

from the wound. Zeena's arms were flailing wildly. She tried to scream at the pain, but her

throat was too sore to make a sound.

Standing behind Vincent, the monk raised his hand several times, but hesitated for a moment

before lowering it.

The monk stood up and clapped his hands. "Well, it's all done." Pointing to Zeena, he said to

the monk, "She is extremely weak, but she will soon recover."

The monk did not go over to check on the dark Elf. He just looked at Vincent and said nothing.

Regula looked up and down at the human in front of him, imprinting his face perfectly in his

mind.

"Master, we shall meet again," he said. The monk finally gave a happy smile, and for a moment,

he seemed to throw away all the burdens on his body. "I don't know when, but we will meet

again."

With that, he went to lift Zeena out of the thick liquid. The dark Elf, who had just undergone

a great transformation, had passed out, but where the spider's body had once been, there

were two slender legs. The warrior monk wrapped her naked body in a robe and walked off

into the night, never looking back.

The shining stone on the black Crystal tower changed color, and Vincent looked up at the

only light in the entire city of Prudence and closed his eyes: "There are two more days."

In the house of the First Family, Mother Brisha lay on the ground, gasping for breath and

sweating profusely.

It was not pain, but the thrill of success that had drained her of energy. After a long time of

planning, the ancient first family finally collapsed in front of her, and she became the youngest

first mother in the history of the city of Trice.

The pain of losing her right hand was nothing, and if she had to choose again, she would not

hesitate to cut off a whole arm, not a hand, for the sake of victory. The joy that the spider

goddess had just bestowed upon her told the tale of Batana's fate -- she was already dead.

'Your soul will suffer in the abyss! Brisha laughed heartily at the thought of the "former" first

lady. The pain in her weak lungs caused by the laughter caused her to sit up.

"There are still a few to destroy, Shelley, a traitor, but she is still a First family nobleman. Oh

no, a former First family nobleman. That Master of martial arts, Regula, is also to be eradicated.

I don't need humans to teach dark elves to fight. As for the mage, he's a mighty fellow..."

She sneered, "But Shelley is dying, so you certainly won't be useful to me. Then there is only

one possible fate for you. Disappear together!"

She strolled out of the Hall of the Audience, which needed a bit of renovation, but would

undoubtedly become her most frequent haunt. She looked out at the battlefield, where her

men were already cleaning up the mess. With the exception of the sacrifice that Batana killed

as the biggest loss of the battle, the Second Family was largely victorious.

"Three days is more than enough time to take over the old family completely. I don't want to

miss Batana. I have a powerful cult." As Brisha walked, he thought, "It's a pity, Vincent, but

you only have a short time to live."

Several priests came up to him to treat his wound, but they all recoiled in fear at the look in

his mother's eyes. Brisha was pleased with the result. She had dedicated her hand to the

spider goddess, so how could she fix it?

On both sides of the aisle the dark elves prostrate themselves in homage to the new First

Lady of Tris.