The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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Sihaida took out the Red Dewdrop Chalice bottle that Ivenne had given her from the storage bag of her nun's robe, then opened Vivian's lips and poured some of it into her mouth.

After Vivian's breathing gradually calmed down, Haida removed the [Mimetic Veil] and the Moth Robe from Vivian's face and put them on herself.

In an instant, the nun's eyes took on an amber-like luster, and black stitching appeared around her neck.

At this moment, her appearance was no different from that of Dr. Fran.

"Gah!"

Before Muning could flap its wings and land on Vivian's cheek, it nudged her a few times with its neck.

Then, it turned its hopeful gaze toward Haida.

Wu: "Okay, leave it to me."

Although Zhong couldn't communicate with the callbird like Vivian, Haida could understand what it meant. And he was indeed going to make those who had harmed his colleagues pay the price.

She raised two fingers together and lightly wiped the blade of the power sword "Nirvana," then sliced ​​open the gray brick wall in front of her with a single stroke.

U "Oh?"

Upon seeing the hermit, who had been fleeing in a disheveled state, appear on his own initiative, Brown, in a state of annoyance and frustration, couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"Madam, so you're finally not running away? I'm sorry, your laughable tactics have done nothing but provoke me... and I'm not going to give you the respect you deserve."

"is it?"

Hearing this, Haida simply asked a question in return without giving any further response.

"Ho..."

The guard Appi had just seen his master injured by the trap, and his mind was already racing with thoughts he couldn't contain.

He brandished his serrated blade and charged at the "Hermit" with ferocity, determined to tear her to pieces.

Just as he was about to approach the lady, the guard felt his vision suddenly rise, spin, and then fall to the ground.

It was as if it were the harvest season, and the heads, like fruits and vegetables, fell off when ripe.

After beheading Api, Haida did not pause for a moment. With another sword strike, she severed his headless body in two.

Blood spurted out, falling like rain.

"Unfortunately, it seems I don't need you to give me 'decency'."

With a precise flick of her wrist, Haida shook off all the sticky blood clinging to the blade of the power sword "Nirvana".

The nun was in Fran's likeness, and the greatsword in her hand was only slightly shorter than her, making her look somewhat disproportionate.

But Haida's movements were so light that it was as if she were holding not a sword, but a feather.

Yapi... is dead?

Upon seeing the blood-soaked scene before him, He Su felt a chill rise uncontrollably to his head, and his eyelids twitched.

His servant was an experimental subject who had just begun to adapt to the Holy Relic. Although he had completely lost his rationality as a result, his physical strength was not much different from that of the real Night Moth Priest... How could he have been beheaded with a single sword strike?

Or is it just an illusion?

But Appi's connection with himself had been severed; he was indeed dead... This cannot be denied.

Brown felt that things were spiraling out of his control in unpredictable ways, and panic ensued.

No, Lady Hermit, if your strength is so great... why did you run away in the first place?

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Chapter 110: The Throne of Decapitation

After receiving Vivian's instruction to "leave first," Detrica concealed herself and sneaked alone into a deserted alley on the outskirts of Mordway.

But halfway there, she heard loud, piercing gunshots, and a roar that sounded almost like a monster's...

Perhaps out of concern, but more so out of curiosity, Detrick pondered for a long time before finally deciding to turn back. She wanted to observe the details of Ms. Vivian's battle with her pursuers to see if there was anything she could do to help.

As she hid in the shadows and moved step by step to the spot where the gunshot had come from, she happened to witness Haida wielding her sword and slaying the guard Appi.

The two-handed greatsword, as tall as a person, was wielded steadily by Ms. Vivian with only one hand, her movements light and coordinated, almost graceful.

A dark sword flashed suddenly under the night sky, carrying a sense of comfort and ease... The highly shelled body of the Yapi was decapitated, and the remaining body was shattered into pieces and minced meat by several subsequent sword strikes.

The flowing red liquid pooled together, forming a blood-soaked mass that clung slowly and stickily to the dilapidated gray-blue floor tiles.

“Lady Hermit… perhaps there is still room for negotiation. As long as you return the remains of that modern heir, I can forgive and forget about Appi’s death.”

With a mixture of awe and apprehension, Brown initiated a tentative probe.

"is it?"

Haida remained noncommittal, simply carrying her sword in one hand as she slowly advanced.

"It seems you just said you weren't going to give me the respect I deserved. I thought there was no way things could get back between us. What made you change your mind?"

Damn it, you know perfectly well why you asked that question! If I had known from the beginning that you were already this strong, why would I have acted so rashly?

Brown Su clicked his tongue and continued to chant the [Cicada-shaped Song] in a cryptic manner.

Before ascending to the rank of High Priest, the Moth Disciples are not adept at direct combat. Even after reaching the fourth tier, having begun to shed their original forms and acquire mythological characteristics of ancient shelled species... this aspect still retains some remnants.

After witnessing the hermit effortlessly cleave the Yapi, he abandoned his plan for close combat.

Buzz-Buzz-Buzz-

Haida possessed a natural talent for psychic profiling, giving her an extraordinary sensitivity to interference and influence on consciousness. Even though the frequency of the [Cicada Song] was inaudible to the human ear, she could still tell that the person before her was attempting to disrupt her in some way.

It was a strange and unsettling rhythm that subtly stirred one's spirit.

All desires and spiritual inclinations are amplified. Moments of dazedness turn into profound dullness, scattered joys rise to frenzied joy, and temporary hesitation degenerates into uncontrollable fear.

"Although you put on an air of wanting to discuss things with me, you haven't stopped using underhanded tactics. Of course... I never expected you to have any so-called 'sincerity'."

Haida raised her power sword "Nie" and leaped close to the Brown Priest.

After Vivian lost consciousness and fell into a coma, Heda not only took the Mimicry Veil and the Moth Robe from her, but also the brass pocket watch that was in her pocket.

With just a little spiritual stimulation, this relic can resist and counteract the influence of the "Cicada Song" at the level of consciousness.

Seeing that the person before him was unaffected by the mental interference, He Su quickly paced back. The sword in the hermit's hand gave him an extremely dangerous feeling, and no matter what... he didn't want to be surrounded by the other's sword.

But at this moment, Haida was like an inescapable dark phantom, seemingly rooted to the feet of the brown pigment, completely impossible to shake off.

As the power sword "Nirvana" unleashed its unstoppable strike, Brown's arm was severed. Deep yellow blood gushed out, mixed with a faint hint of light red.

　ba五柒〕＜6戮彡、□4四”→月】羣∶‰： Arm?

Looking at the severed limb covered with chitinous carapace, Haida raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly.

In fact, the nun's sword was aimed directly at her neck below the head. She was extremely confident in her swordsmanship and would never confuse the position of her arm with that of her head.

Therefore, it is only possible that the other party used some means to interfere with their judgment.

However, this was just a minor incident for Haida. After undergoing four modification surgeries, she no longer needed to worry about exhaustion after continuously swinging her sword...

If one sword strike misses, then strike again. After severing all the limbs, it will eventually be the head's turn.

Brown, whose arm had been severed, was filled with terror. He had just used all his strength to unleash the second-class lower-level secret technique, "Cicada Dance." If an ordinary person were affected by this technique, all their motor nerves would be disrupted within a few breaths.

Taking a step becomes blinking, breathing becomes biting your lip, raising your hand becomes lowering your head... The subject's original physical coordination will be completely destroyed.

But the hermit only slightly shifted his target; the sword's edge was still pointed directly at him.

What astonishing mental resilience! At least a high-ranking priest of the fifth tier. Moreover, only Moth Followers of the same lineage could possess such a level of spell immunity.

Brown instinctively wanted to beg for mercy or seek an opportunity to negotiate. But Haida only silently and precisely brought down sword after sword, leaving him no chance to speak. He could only dodge hastily and without any regard for his image.

Detricka, watching from the shadows, was secretly alarmed; this was the first time she had truly witnessed Ms. Vivian take action.

I had expected her to fight with elegant and unpredictable invisible magic, but unexpectedly... she seemed to prefer the sword, and her swordsmanship was superb. A remarkably agile Moth Dancer could only flee in a pathetic and undignified manner beneath her blade.

The current situation resembles a cat-and-mouse game with no suspense whatsoever.

At this moment, the effect of the "Shadow of the Future" on Haida Jiu's body had not completely dissipated.

If she weren't disguised as Fran with the Mimicry Veil, one could see that the black stitches around the nun's neck were slowly shortening, and were now about a third of their original length.

Therefore, she can still use the Shadow Arts of the future Norrington “Last Undertaker”!

"despair."

With a light snap of his fingers, Brown suddenly felt his body sink, as if his lower body was being swallowed by liquid. He looked down in horror and saw that half of his body had sunk into the black shadow that had opened up in the ground.

"Shadow Manipulation Technique? How is that possible? You're clearly not one of the Six-Eyed Raven's..."

Haida remained coldly silent, wielding her sword with fluid grace, severing the bound brown head.

The power sword "Nie" emitted an almost pleasurable metallic hum as it effortlessly severed the tough, hard shell-like skin. Despite its extreme resentment, Brown was powerless to stop it and could only watch helplessly as death befell it.

Haida raised her hand and picked up the head of the brown pigment that had rolled to the ground.

His eyes were bloodshot, as if he wanted to utter a few vicious curses, but all that came out of his mouth were hoarse, intermittent breaths.

"Indeed, one cannot speak without lungs... Dr. Fran's case is an exception."

She picked up the standard funeral parlor case and neatly tossed the brand-new trophy inside.

After completing all this, Haida raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at the little spectator who had been hiding in the shadows by the alley.

"Spying isn't a good habit, you know?"

She placed her index finger between her lips, took a deep breath, and made a shushing gesture.

Detrica's concealment relies on shadows, but at this moment, Heda possesses the characteristic of ruling over shadows with the throne of the decapitated, so the hiding thief has nowhere to hide in her eyes.

However, she didn't give Detrick a chance to reply, but simply walked back to Vivian behind the wall, put her arm around her waist, and picked her up. Then she found a dilapidated warehouse door in a dark alley, and stepped into the pale, misty fog.

Heda wasn't familiar with this informant of Dr. Fran, and making contact rashly might lead to something wrong. Adhering to the principle that the more you say, the more mistakes you make, she chose to return directly to Fog Street.

Although Vivian doesn't seem to have suffered any serious injuries, it would be more appropriate to have Dr. Fran do some examinations.

……

Upon hearing Ms. Vivian's warning, Detricka nervously pursed her lips.

Perhaps it was because of the carnage she had experienced today, but her amber eyes were unusually cold. Even just a glance from afar, Detricka could still sense a profound and chilling aura emanating from them.

Perhaps she asked me to leave early because she didn't want me to witness her killing?

Thinking of this, Detrick felt a pang of guilt.

Will displease Ms. Vivian if I disobey her advice?

Sigh... well, I'll head back to the Order's base first. I don't have a place to stay tonight. Besides, High Priest Grey Scar seems to be paying a lot of attention to me lately, frequently asking about Ms. Vivian...

I'll probably have to stay up all night to write a report on this topic...

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Foggy Street Clinic.

Heda carried the unconscious Vivian into the main hall and then placed her on a velvet sofa.

Hearing the door open, Fran, wrapped in a blanket, gradually woke up from her nap, though a hint of languid weariness still lingered in her eyes.

"Hmm...it seems Vivian's situation is more dangerous than I imagined."

With her professional instincts as a doctor, she raised her index finger and gently pressed it against Vivian's neck before examining her condition.

"Physical and spiritual energy exhausted, seemingly subjected to an extremely demanding use of secret techniques and a high-intensity chase. There's a gunshot wound in the abdomen, but vital signs are stable... It seems he encountered the High Priest?"

Facing enemies below the High Priest's level, his brass pocket watch is more than enough to handle them. And even if a direct confrontation is necessary, he can use the resilient bio-material of "Reaching for the Moon" to bind the opponent.

Based on Vivian's current physical condition, Fran began to speculate about what had happened to her.

"Yes."

Haida nodded slightly, confirming this.

“Dr. Fran, I brought back the attacker’s head.”

Upon hearing this, Fran stretched and groaned, trying to clear his mind from his lingering drowsiness. The head of a high priest certainly possessed considerable research value.

However, before that, we still need to do some simple treatments for Vivian.

“Vivian’s injuries are not serious. She fell into a coma because of spiritual depletion. Luyala can restore her in her dreams.”