But Niubao was no ordinary person.
Niubao had actually trained and sparred with the Hero of the Storm for some time.
This was training specifically designed to counter high-speed fighting styles, and ninety percent of assassins followed that path.
Her eyes kept moving, tracking the female assassin’s every movement trajectory.
“!?” Veronica realized the Beastman Nun’s eyes had been keeping up with her movements the entire time. Her high-speed feints hadn’t worked at all.
She immediately chose to halt, stopping her assault, and pulled back to maintain distance with extreme caution.
“What’s wrong? Why stop attacking?” the Beastman Nun asked calmly.
Her tone was cold, but her voice was quite young. Could a Half-Beast really be this rational?
Something was wrong. This Beastman Nun radiated danger from head to toe.
The assassin’s paranoia and caution saved Veronica’s life. If she had pressed the attack head-on, she would have been utterly destroyed.
As a prodigy of the new generation of assassins, she wasn’t the arrogant, conceited type.
She was the kind who talked tough on the surface but was actually meticulous underneath—after all, assassins prized attention to detail above all else.
Veronica possessed an extremely strong crisis-prediction ability, and was born with a unique ocular technique exclusive to assassins—Crow Eye.
Most importantly, she could see through walls and observe hidden enemy positions.
This Beastman Nun was clearly a bodyguard and enforcer. The real core figure was still inside the room.
Her eyes could also read the enemy’s power level.
Veronica quietly activated her Crow Eye.
The effect of this skill was like projecting her vision outward, exploring from an extremely long distance.
Moreover, the Beastman Nun seemed content to just guard the door and wouldn’t actively attack.
“I see them.”
Veronica discovered two more people inside the room—a Mysterious Knight and a nun.
That knight was unfathomably deep, wearing a full-coverage cloak with no openings whatsoever. It was impossible to determine their identity.
The other nun stood by the window, hands clasped behind her back. She carried a black longsword on her back, wore a nun’s hood and veil, and beneath the veil was a Sinner’s Blindfold—utterly mysterious.
When Veronica saw that black sword and the blindfold, her heart jolted violently.
Because in her intelligence database, there was indeed a figure who matched these features perfectly.
The most important thing for an assassin was information gathering.
Unlike the adventurers in the South who only cared about Magic Beasts, assassins paid more attention to the movements of the human world.
And the most sensational rumor recently—
Was about the youngest and fastest-rising Cardinal Archbishop in Church history: Samimi Feiling.
She also had a moniker among the underworld—Demon-Hunting Nun.
Her defining features: carrying a Black Demon-Slaying Sword and wearing a Sinner’s Blindfold.
The person before her matched completely.
Those bodyguards from the Golden Building were simply too stupid not to recognize someone like this.
“Oh?”
Suddenly, the nun let out a light sound of surprise, slowly turned her head, and actually looked right at her.
Through the wall, their eyes met!
She also possessed a similar super-vision ability!
“Are you peeking at me?”
The Demon-Hunting Nun’s voice rang directly in her mind.
This was Magic Telepathy—she could only listen, not respond.
“You don’t seem like the boss of the Golden Building.”
The Demon-Hunting Nun’s posture was elegant, every gesture exuding aristocratic grace.
“Rex is downstairs. Those monsters outside—did you create them? If you have something to discuss, we can sit down and talk.”
Veronica identified her identity, and her tone became cautious.
“I already came to talk with you yesterday. You refused. Now that you’re getting beaten, you want to talk?”
The Demon-Hunting Nun snorted coldly.
“That stupid pig…” Veronica gritted her teeth. Clearly, some bodyguard had caused this mess.
“If you want to talk, have your boss come. That’s assuming you can make it out alive.”
The Demon-Hunting Nun sat by the window, leisurely sipping tea, as if nothing concerned her.
“What do you mean?”
The next moment—
The Beastman Nun raised her hand and tore open the void, pulling out a second Platinum Knight Sword from the rift.
Dual swords in hand, she crossed them for a charge, then suddenly swung a horizontal slash!
The corridor wasn’t narrow, but it wasn’t wide either—perfect for dual-wielding techniques.
The two swords swept across, almost completely sealing off all escape routes.
For an assassin, having no room to dodge was a fatal disadvantage.
“Sss!”
Veronica could only keep retreating, moving to her absolute limits, desperately searching for an opening.
But after several exchanges, she realized—
There was no chance.
The Beastman Nun’s reaction speed was no less than hers. Her dual swords were faster than Veronica’s daggers, her footwork equally precise, and her offensive pressure was overwhelming.
As for strength and endurance, that was complete domination.
A Half-Beast’s physique far surpassed a human’s.
She had no hope of victory.
“Bam!”
Veronica gritted her teeth and used her dual daggers to block one horizontal slash.
She wanted to try a block-and-counter.
But the next instant—
She felt like she’d been hit by a carriage. Her whole body was sent flying, her hands numb, and her daggers nearly slipped from her grip.
Both feet left the ground. She lost her balance.
Opportunity!
Niubao exploded forward instantly, shoulder-charging into her and slamming hard into her chest.
“Cough!”
Veronica was smashed into the wall, losing all ability to resist in that moment.
Niubao lifted her with one hand like a chick, carried her directly back into the room, and tossed her at Samimi’s feet.
Samimi held a tea cup, gently stirring it, her expression leisurely.
“What do you people want? Why are you doing this?” Veronica asked.
“Someone who gets taken down by Niubao in three exchanges has the right to ask questions? Who are you anyway? If I were you, I’d find a hole and hide in it.”
Samimi’s tone was elegant, but her words were extremely venomous.
Veronica gritted her teeth but had nothing to say.
She had indeed lost.
“Do you think it’s unfair because as an assassin, fighting head-on in this environment isn’t your advantage?”
Samimi even made excuses for her.
“I accept defeat with no excuses. Do what you want with me, Archbishop Samimi.”
Veronica said in a低沉 voice.
“You know who I am?” Samimi laughed.
“I could see you through the wall. I saw your face, the blindfold, and your aura. It was easy to figure out.”
Veronica explained calmly.
“Much smarter than those backwoods adventurers in the South.” Samimi commented.
“I didn’t come here to chat. Since you didn’t kill me, you clearly want to talk. We admit we mishandled things this time.”
Veronica said.
“You’re not qualified enough to talk. Send someone who can represent Black Street.” Samimi sneered.
“Then am I qualified?”
Suddenly, an aged voice came from the corner of the room.
Samimi was slightly startled and turned her head.
In the darkness, a figure slowly emerged.
“And you are?”
“You could understand me as Black Street’s Invisible Guardian.” The Old Man said calmly.
Samimi burst out laughing: “Qualified, qualified! To force someone like you out, I’ll be able to brag about this when I get back.”
“Similar to the core guardians in the Church.”
“Excessive锋芒 is not a good thing. This matter was our rudeness first. I apologize on behalf of Black Street. I hope you will stop this disturbance.”
The Old Man’s tone was calm, but carried an隱隱 pressure.
“Agreed.”
Samimi lightly clapped her hands.
Inside the room, that silent knight raised a hand and dispelled the magic ritual.
The Hundred Ghosts Night Ride vanished instantly.
The freezing air outside disappeared, the dark clouds scattered, and all the Skeleton Knights turned to dust.
Only a mess remained, along with a group of assassins with bruised and swollen faces.
Rex immediately led his people charging into the inn.
“Did Veronica succeed?”
He rushed up with a face full of bumps.
Then in the corridor, he saw Veronica, equally battered.
“Don’t go over there.” She stopped him.
“What’s wrong? Did you take care of the problem?”
“Take care of nothing. I almost got killed. The Guardian stepped in.”
Veronica said coldly.
“The Guardian Lord…” Rex understood immediately.
“It’s all that idiot’s fault! That nun is the Church’s youngest Cardinal Archbishop—the Demon-Hunting Nun who turned the Royal City upside down. Samimi Feiling!”