“Niubao, how did you become a battle Nun? I thought Beastperson Nuns weren’t allowed to use weapons.” Scout Karl asked.
“Mm.” Samimi could hear the noise outside even while meditating; she didn’t even know there was such a rule.
But Niubao was an officially certified Nun personally endorsed by Saintess Makima. She wasn’t like those uncertified Beastperson Nuns. She had her retirement pension, and Niubao took whatever she wanted.
The ban on Beastperson Nuns wielding weapons was to prevent them from going berserk.
And this wasn’t just simple racial discrimination, because half-Beastpersons really could lose control.
A more scientific explanation was the awakening of Ancient Beast Blood. Otherwise, look at the adorable Niubao now there’s no way she looks like the half-dragon, half-bull colossal doomsday monster from the books.
The reason was that the Ancient Bloodline within her had awakened, which was somewhat like how humans awakened magic.
But humans had over a thousand years of experience controlling magic, whereas half-Beastpersons had never figured out effective ways to harness the power of Ancient Beast Blood.
One could only say half-Beastpersons had too low a baseline intelligence. Don’t be fooled by Niubao’s slight dullness—among half-Beastpersons, she was already an exceptionally smart girl.
“I was a little slave picked up by the Nun Lady. That day, I broke my abdomen and was abandoned by slave traders. It was the Nun Lady who saved me, healed my wound, fed me, gave me a place to live, clothes to wear, and books to read. The Nun Lady is my benefactor and family.” Niubao answered.
It felt like her words had been rehearsed. It was probably a script taught by the freeloaders—she said this to everyone she met.
Sure enough, when Karl and Captain Frolro heard that, their faces filled with sadness and sympathy. They sincerely gave her some pointers, sharing their battle experience with Niubao.
Niubao’s attributes could be strengthened with Samimi’s assistance. Her speed, technique, and combat experience could be supplemented by Wild Beast Instinct. What she lacked now were just some battle details and skills.
But if possible, Samimi still hoped that Fat Knight Qiqido would guide Niubao since she was the true battle master.
After eating, Fat Knight Qiqido just sat idly by, lost in thought, unmoving for a long time.
However, Samimi saw through what she was doing at a glance—she was meditating!
That’s right, Fat Knight Qiqido wasn’t really a knight. She was a Mage. In our professional terms, she was a Heretical Magician because her awakened talent wasn’t from natural elements.
Qiqido had designed a set of matching abilities for her unique talent to help her break through any situation.
And these abilities had almost nothing to do with magic. In fact, her magic cultivation was minimal. Most of her combat power came from other skill schools.
So, Qiqido, like Samimi, was a rogue Heretical Magician who didn’t abide by any rules.
They used every unorthodox and underhanded trick to defeat their enemies.
Originally, Samimi wanted to keep a trick or two hidden, to tease everyone a bit.
But as a book transmigrator, her greatest cheat was omniscience. Teasing everyone further would be unfair.
So Qiqido’s ability was…
“Jvb4, someone’s murderous!”
Niubao suddenly stopped and shouted out an early warning.
“Snakes! Sasa! Sasa da!”
Sure enough, a cold wind howled, and several ruthless arrows shot from the shadows.
Fortunately, both demon-hunting knights were battle-hardened veterans. Though young, they had plenty of combat experience. Thanks to Niubao’s warning, they quickly crouched and rolled on the ground to dodge.
But even sharper was Niubao herself—she swung her sword and chopped down several sneaky arrows aimed at her.
In an instant, a large group of knife-wielding uninvited guests emerged from the dark forest, encircling the demon-hunting squad.
“Hand over all the money!”
“Boss, look at these two nuns—they’re so tender. Wanna have some fun?”
“Of course! No one’s allowed to harm these two nuns!”
“Wow, so shiny! After we’re done, we can definitely sell ‘em for a good price.”
A few simple lines basically revealed their identities—they were ruthless bandits who didn’t care about killing.
After eating, Scout Karl and Captain Frolro both put on their helmets.
Otherwise, no one in the team was allowed to kill; everyone was to be captured alive for interrogation and ‘fun’.
“Sixteen.” Blindfolded Samimi used Clear Vision Technique and quickly counted the number of enemies.
Hearing Sin Nun’s words, Fat Knight Qiqido slowly stood up and touched the greatsword strapped on her back.
Samimi examined the sword closely. The blade was covered with many runes. There was a seam running down the middle, and the blade had hidden gears and cogs.
Because this was not really a greatsword. The blade could open left and right like a giant pair of scissors. But it wasn’t a large pair of shears either.
It was actually a [Runic Greatbow].
This thing was part of the same weapon series as Samimi’s Runic Staff—they were a new type of wand.
Since they were made of metal, their magic amplification was weak, nowhere near as strong as wooden staffs or Magic Books.
If it had any advantage, it was that their physical attack was slightly stronger.
So Qiqido wasn’t actually a greatsword fighter, just pretending to be a heavily armored greatsword warrior.
In reality, she was an archer. Didn’t see that coming, did you?
But where were the arrows?
Don’t worry—they were coming soon.
“Hoba aba.” Fat Knight Qiqido murmured a low chant inside her helmet, but outsiders couldn’t make out a word.
Their helmets acted like husky voice changers; sometimes it was hard to tell if they were male or female.
But Samimi knew what spell she was chanting and what technique she was using—it was a genuine Heretical Magician technique called [Bone-Melting Soft Arrow].
“Click-click.” The sound of mechanical gears turning echoed.
Qiqido’s greatsword blade opened left and right, instantly transforming into a Runic Greatbow.
Then, she drew an invisible string in midair, quickly gathering a sinister and venomous magical power into a dark green poison arrow.
“So skilled at [Mana Manifestation].”
Samimi was an expert—her Mana Bramble magic was good at using this technique.
“Yoliaolia nan~ yowo lowo shang.”
Qiqido released the string, shooting ten venomous arrows in one second, instantly knocking ten bandits to the ground.
Her poison arrows were invisible in the darkness, their speed terrifying. They were absolutely not inferior to Bemoir’s Dragon Bombs, but without the glowing light, making them all the more insidious.
“Ah fi fi ah!”
“Ah fi ah!”
“Fi ah!”
In the next moment, the forest echoed with the bandits’ agonizing screams.
“What’s happening?”
“Shot!”
“It’s that Fat Knight!”
“Isn’t she a knight? How come she suddenly shoots arrows?”
“Poison arrows! How despicable!”