The barrier between the world and chaos is getting thinner and thinner. The most direct manifestation is that it is easier to break the boundary between reality and chaos, and the psychic users are becoming stronger and unstable.

This is fully reflected in the witch community.

Afilar stood in the middle of the deck, his eyes slightly closed and his hands opened, as if he was experiencing the power of the sea and the sky.

Almost in an instant, the wind near the port increased, and the witch's dazzling silver hair was radiating freely in the strong wind, and the originally shriveled soft sail gradually became full.

The silver-haired witch raised her hand slightly, and the wind increased again, and the entire pirate ship leaned forward at that moment.

The pirates and sailors working on the deck looked at the storm goddess Afilar, almost kneeling down and kissing each other's stepping on the deck.

The speed of only three to four knots increased instantly, and it accelerated to nine knots within less than one nautical mile. The wooden structure of the entire ship was wailing slightly.

All these visions happened near the ship of the Retribution Team, and the raging wind did not affect the pirate group and the paladins' warships at all.

They could only watch the old-style warship go away at an astonishing speed.

"Damn it, it's a witch!" Paladin Dale felt the psychic fluctuation in the air and cursed: "Accelerate! Accelerate with all your might! Our target is leaving the port!"

"Sir, we have reached the limit and we can't speed up any more." The captain stood behind Dell in a meticulous uniform and said affirmatively: "We can't catch up with that ship."

"The church's commands cannot be questioned. Even if we cannot catch up, we must follow us and not let them escape from our sight." Paladin Dale was silent for a moment: "Can we do it?"

Dale Seaworth was an army officer after all. Although he was the head of the entire fleet, he had to respect the captain's opinion.

"In the previous battle, we had two ships seriously damaged and were afraid we could not maintain high speed. Unless we separated the fleet and let them repair them on site, we would lose the trace of the ship before noon." The captain carefully observed the speed of the enemy ships in the distance, measured the wind speed, and came to the conclusion.

"Send a signal, separate the fleet, and let them find a way to repair the ships themselves." Paladin Dale immediately agreed to the captain's plan.

"But those pirates have not yet evacuated this sea area. No matter what part of us separated the fleet, we are not their opponents." The captain asked the question again. In the previous naval battle, he had been conquered by the firepower of the pirate group and the speed of the new warship: "I have to admit that their warships are more suitable for combat than ours."

"The great Lord of the Dawn will protect his believers, and we must keep up with the Cyris." The Paladin commander did not answer the captain's question directly, but gave the order directly.

The captain himself was also a believer of the Lord of Dawn, but his years of life at sea made him more rational. At this time, he did not want to be so ugly, and he issued the order to separate the fleet cleanly.

Anyway, the two ships separated due to damage are not the warships they are in, right?

Paladin Dale is confident in the Paladin Expeditionary Force on the battleship. They have enough ability to protect themselves after landing. If the group of pirates do return to attack them again, the biggest loss will be only two ships.

This is incomparable to the God-given gifts in the hands of the Seris.

Although Dell had no idea what the God-given thing had and what it looked like, it did not affect his determination to recover the item.

Maybe this item can ease the relationship between Lord Stannis and the Pope?

The directional wind summoned by Epheral lasted for three hours. During this period, the silver-haired witch drank a total of 600 milliliters of blood from the Demon Hunter.

That special blood can effectively alleviate the increasingly unstable spirit of the witches in their psychic energy. This is the consensus reached by most witches in the Witch Federation.

However, Aphiral is different. She is the person of hope in the witch's prophecy, and the "artificial witch" created by the nuns of the clerks burning their own souls.

Compared with traditional witches, Aifelar has a stronger power, with almost no restrictions on how to use it. Psychic energy is like an extension of the limb in her hands.

Fragments from the future kept appearing in front of her eyes, and as long as she was willing to concentrate a little, she could see a certain fragment from the future.

Some are just a scene of a person's life in the future, some are covered with corpses, as if they were the battlefield after a certain war, and some are chilling, and that is the end of the entire world.

The silver-haired witch with such power is like a wealthy slave, using her own power stingy.

Because she could see that whenever she used her psychic energy, her soul would be projected into the subspace, as conspicuous as a candle in the darkness.

All kinds of undescribable monsters will be attracted by their soul projections in a short time and try to devour themselves. Of course, Afilar is not without the power of resistance, but there are always more powerful monsters in the sub-space.

This dilemma continued until she drank the blood of the Demon Hunter.

The silver flame burned from the depths of her soul, emitting a light that was unseen. The flame extended to its own projection in the subspace. Even if those monsters looked at each other for a second, they would be burned to ashes.

When other witches drank this strange blood, Ephiral could see that their projections in the subspace were burned directly, directly cutting off the link with the sea of ​​psychic energy, thus unable to use psychic energy, so naturally there was no need to worry that they would become prisoners of chaos.

However, this effect is time-limited. Once the power in the blood is exhausted, the witches are beaten back to the prototype.

Aphiral can borrow the power in his blood, not only can he use his spiritual energy at will, but he can also destroy those monsters like gods in subspace, so that they cannot get close to themselves.

If it weren't for the fear of attracting the attention of the real evil god, the silver-haired witch even had the energy to set off a tsunami, swallow the fleet behind it, or freeze the sea surface, and fix them in the ice.

It was the prudence of the combat nun that dispelled her thoughts. The power of spiritual power should not be used indiscriminately. Those sisters of the clerical nun who are neither alive nor dead are examples.

Sooner or later, she will return to that small island, return to the monastery in the nightmare, and face her nightmare.
Chapter completed!