With the intervention of players in the Loess Zone, the players of the Retribution Team were finally able to take a vacation. They have not really relaxed since they entered the game. As the basic plate became bigger and bigger, they have less time to get together.

When Li Yanlong received a letter from home, he became sunny. His already a little outrageous personality became even worse. The old knight Bart had to guard the gate of the Black Tower every day to prevent Li Yanlong from harassing his daughter.

Of course, he may also be worried that he would be a grandpa in advance.

The witches' lives have been a little better recently. Aifilar, who is most sensitive to psychic energy, found that the psychic tides have gradually calmed down. Although the psychic concentration of the entire world has been increased several times, it has indeed stabilized.

The witches can gradually adapt to the external environment, but for the sake of safety, the witches remained in the Black Tower. They were a little wary of the large number of Seris people. As witches, they instinctively guarded against all regimes.

"They need time to adapt. Before this, no kingdom can tolerate them to move freely." Aifelar and Xu Yichen walked on the spacious avenue of Wangxiang City, which was newly built not long ago: "But you don't care, right? Compared to other threats, the existence of the witch is no longer a problem for you."

Xu Yichen's face was normal and accepted the onlookers. Thousands of players were stranded in Wangxiang City. Some of them were not combat professions, and they appeared as managers and builders in Wangxiang City. Many of them were sailors and officers on the boat, who took advantage of the return or during the battle to relax in Wangxiang City.

Xu Yichen, who appeared on the street with a silver-haired girl, was obviously very eye-catching. If it weren't for the black coat of the Demon Hunter, it would have been a little intimidating, and would have long been able to get the whistle.

"With the average appearance of witches, they will integrate into our society very smoothly." Xu Yichen's eyes kept scanning around, Wangxiangcheng changed a lot, and the fine tradition of New China people's love for large infrastructure was inherited in the game.

"After becoming a witch, my skin and body shape have indeed changed." Aifilar looked at her palm. As a fighting nun, she grew up, her hands were originally calloused, but they slowly fell off during the days when she was imprisoned on the black ship.

Even the body proportions have become better. As a professional, Aifelal knows her body very well. She has developed twice in the past year. She has grown by seven centimeters taller and her muscle lines have also been lengthened, making it more suitable for exerting force.

Becoming a witch did not make Efilar into another person, but optimized her body from the inside out, and this idea reminded Efilar of the clerical nuns who had been stripped of their skin and wailed endlessly.

Their screams seemed to have traveled through space and appeared in her ears.

"Do you want to go to my country to see?" Xu Yichen saw the witch sinking and took the initiative to raise the topic. After so many battles, he regarded Efilar as a trusted comrade: "There are still spaces on the ship that will return in a few days, and there may be the answers the witches want to find."

"I will go, but not now." Efilar shook his head: "Those future segments no longer appear in front of me anymore. The future I saw before has been completely broken. I want to stay here and wait for the psychic tide to stabilize completely to peek into a new future."

"The gate of the Song Empire is always open to you." The Demon Hunter and the Witch walked to the port area, watching a large number of warships rushing over the cargo here, and several spellcaster teams took turns to release weight loss techniques in the port area: "What you see is the tip of the iceberg. Chaos is indeed very powerful, but we will not sit back and wait for death."

"The first time we met was on a black ship. You never asked where I came from." The silver-haired witch saw a box full of cargo suddenly falling from the ship in the distance. An indigenous dock worker was working underneath without any sense. The witch stretched out her hand, and the heavy box stopped in the air: "My power is not born, I am a witch who was 'made'."

The harbor suddenly became turbulent. Several mages saw Xu Yichen wearing black coats and the silver-haired witch beside him from afar. They saluted the military salute, then released spells to stabilize the boxes in the air, and quickly restored the order of the port. The mages were very tactful and did not come to disturb them.

"I came from the island of Olifia Seven, an isolated island between the Black Soil and the New World. Even the nearest supply point requires ships to sail for three days and three nights to reach." The silver-haired witch began to tell her origin: "The monastery where I am is called the Temple Monastery, which is mainly composed of essay nuns, and I am responsible for protecting those essay nuns."

Speaking of this, Efilar shook his head with a complicated expression: "At the beginning, my sisters and I didn't know what the clerical nuns were studying in the depths of the monastery. I was just a newcomer with low qualifications. Those senior nuns dared not say much about the secrets of the monastery, but every night I could hear screams coming from the depths of the ground."

Xu Yichen didn't interrupt, he knew that this must be a sad story.

"Later I realized that it was the scream of the witch. The nuns of the clerical script wanted to find the secret of human control of psychic power from the witch." A thin lightning flash was tangled back and forth between the slender fingers of the silver-haired witch, like a psychic snake: "They believe that chaos brings not only disasters, but also opportunities. Psychic power is that opportunity, and the witch is the key to that opportunity."

"It seems they have succeeded." Xu Yichen's expression also became serious. He had to tell Yang Yuefan about this matter that if the Chaos threat really exists, then the psychic energy also exists. If the psychic user can be artificially created, it will not be good news for the country.

"Actually, they did succeed, but not in the way they imagined." Efilar clenched his fists and the lightning disappeared: "Their research attracted the Chaos Demon, and the fragile defenses of the nuns of the clerk were instantly destroyed, but the Chaos Demon did not kill them, or did not kill them completely. It helped the nuns complete their research in its own way."

"The process of transforming me into a witch consumed about one hundred and fifty real witches and two hundred and twenty-two nuns' lives." The silver-haired witch smiled bitterly: "For that Chaos Demon, everything that happened there is nothing but a game."
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