Kluvien gasped, staring at the man in red robe in front of him with a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.
Behind him was Macon, who was burned by the negative energy flames. Not far from him was the old Claude who had broken an arm.
The exposed skin of his old friend has been slightly burnt. Even the most outstanding stalker will be killed immediately if he suffers this blow. Fortunately, Macon is proficient in armor combat and is protected by wearing two layers of sophisticated protective gear.
Risk to save a life.
But even so, his chainmail had exploded, the remaining parts were charred black, and a layer of charcoal traces could be seen on the surface of the hard leather armor inside.
Even though Macon had always been extremely tough, he was now dying.
Kluvien could hear that Macon's breathing had begun to become weaker and weaker.
...If a priest cannot be found to heal him within half an hour, that guy will probably die here.
Thinking of this, Kruveen spit on the ground.
The old priest's sneak attack just now failed, and he was whipped backhand on his right arm by a whip like lightning. His staff and sword were knocked off directly, and Kruveen could even hear the cracking sound of broken bones.
Even the guardian could not bear the severe pain. Blood was dripping on his forearm, and part of the wound was carbonized.
Then he saw the bald head turning his head with an indifferent expression, taking one step forward and whipping Father Claude's head with a steel whip as thick as a baby's thigh.
Kluvien skillfully threw his shield to block his first attack, but he obviously underestimated the guy's strength.
Generally speaking, weapons like whips are known for their flexibility and lightness. Wounds hit on people usually result in cuts or lacerations. If they are blocked by a shield, they will be nothing.
But the moment his shield came into contact with the steel whip, the force caused Kruveen's complexion to change.
He swore that it was definitely not as powerful as a whip. Even a whip made of fine steel could not be so heavy.
It was more like an eighty-nine-section steel rod than a steel whip - Kruveen finally realized this when he thought of the injury on the old priest's arm.
Then he immediately realized that until now, he only knew that the person who came was evil, but he didn't even know the opponent's purpose, occupation and force. The only information was Father Claude's words "the one who abandoned God".
Although Kruveen is a mountain man, it has been seven or eight years since he arrived in Kalar. Before joining the army, his main occupation was to work for some girls who intentionally or unintentionally engaged in special occupations in the city of wealth in Kalar.
They acted as intermediaries and introduced them to some celebrities in the city of wealth - there were even two streets under his name of Kluwein.
Before meeting Macon, his subordinates also had many ears, but he had never heard the term "God Abandoner" in those three years.
An ominous premonition haunted him.
If my guess is correct, this trip is probably not just a trip to Karar to save my brother or something - it is probably a game between the true believers of the Goddess of War and the heretics.
"...Loda Khan is on top."
Kluvien murmured the name of the God of Hunting and Countryside, hoping that the name of the Elder of Lonely Mountain would bless him to some extent.
As expected, he is probably involved in some big trouble.
But before that, he had to save Macon's life first. If he wanted to save Macon's life, Claude couldn't die.
Having made up his mind, Kruveen slowly took a few steps forward, wanting to protect the old priest and at least let him pick up the weapon. Kruveen stared closely at Marco's movements, his forehead
Cold sweat slowly flowed down.
Just when he was about to approach the bald man in red robe, the man suddenly sighed, which made Kruveen suddenly feel excited.
Even in the army, he has never been under such great pressure when facing a gold-level legion commander.
From the first moment he saw the man, he recognized that the guy was definitely not easy to deal with. A crushing aura surrounded him.
Kruveen remembered the wild boar king he saw when he was naughty as a child and sneaked to the back mountain to play alone.
Just one glance made Kluwayn freeze in place and dare not move. In his hallucination, a huge wild boar as high as a mountain seemed to appear. Kluwayn, who was rescued by an adult, could not sleep well for a month.
Every time I fall asleep, I have a nightmare about being trampled to death by a wild boar as big as a mountain.
Although this bald man didn't have the same rock-hard aura that made people breathe and stagnated like the wild boar, he had another kind of burning aura.
It's like carbon in a furnace, or a red-hot soldering iron. Although the temperature on his body is indeed the same as that of ordinary people, he doesn't dare to hit it hard, as if he knows he will be burned if he hits it, and he doesn't dare to get close.
, dare not touch.
The fight has continued until now. The old priest's weapon has been knocked off, his dominant hand has been broken, and Macon is dying. The only one who can still fight is himself.
On the other hand, what about the other party? Except for Old Claude's sword stab at the beginning and Macon's kidney blow, he did not cause any effective injuries to the other party. Moreover, after the burst of flames erupted, the surface of his wound was temporarily healed.
Up, at least to the extent that it does not affect the battle in a short period of time.
Kruveen did not dare to act rashly. As a guard, he preferred to strike later.
The distance to the enemy is now within ten meters. Although I don't know what the enemy's occupation is, it seems that it is a melee occupation.
Although the opponent is at the Silver level and he is only in the middle of the Bronze level, Kruveen specializes in defense after all. As long as the opponent's profession is not a Shadow Warrior, he is confident that he can block the opponent's first attack.
Constantly analyzing the gap in combat power with the opponent, the answers are becoming more and more desperate.
On your own, the probability of winning a head-on conflict is no more than 10%.
Behind him, Macon's increasingly messy breathing kept ringing alarm bells for Kruveen. Even though he knew he had to calm down, he and he gradually became anxious.
Kluvien, who was holding up his shield and was hesitating to wait for the opponent to make the first move or throw the ax to open up the situation, suddenly heard a plain words ringing in his ears: "Are you a follower of Loda Khan?"
--when!
Suddenly, chills spread all over Kluvien's body. At the edge of his field of vision, a dark red arc flashed. He only had time to move his shield to that direction before he was knocked back two or three meters by the huge force.
Even more terrifying than the power of a training battering ram - the force seemed to stick to his shield. After Kluvien stopped retreating, it suddenly exploded in his chest and abdomen, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.
Reached the throat.
Even if he knew that after swallowing the blood at this moment, Kluwein's internal injuries would be more serious, he could only force himself to castrate. Kluwein, whose center of gravity was already unstable after just one attack, was already prepared for additional attacks. But
The result was beyond his imagination. The other party was standing where he was before, looking at him calmly.
"Aren't you a believer..."
he murmured.
But at this moment, Kruveen only thought that the man was a lunatic.
He laughed angrily: "How do you know I'm not a believer?"
The bald man with the scar on his face turned back calmly, his eyes as cold as looking at an animal: "If you are a believer, the force of the whip will be enough to blast a hole in your stomach."
Suddenly, cold sweat started to fall on Kruveen's face.
He had no doubts about the other party's words - judging from his own injuries, as long as the bald man caught up with him and whipped him again, Kruveen's internal organs would explode.
So, is it a weapon against priests...
The limited information was slowly assembled in Kruveen's mind.
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