"Mountain people, you clearly have no faith, why do you pray for the name of the elder of Gushan?"
A disgusting sneer appeared on Marco's scarred face, questioning him forcefully like a judge facing a criminal.
So Kruveen's impression of him changed to that of a powerful psychopath.
Ignoring Kruveen's lack of reply, Marco murmured: "Human beings believe in gods because of their stupidity and weakness. They push all the things they want to do but cannot do to the gods, and the gods complete it.
If it is completed, it is compassion, if it is not completed, it is not heard - what a ridiculous idea."
"People like you who don't believe in gods but pray to the true names of gods are even more abominable. You covet the power of gods and expect to be saved but don't want to pay. You are worse than the deluded people and do not deserve to live behind the fire.
new world."
Kruveen didn't know how to talk to him at all, and he just felt confused at the moment.
But he at least came to the conclusion that the man in front of him was a complete lunatic and could not communicate at all.
I'm afraid I can only do it hard.
At this time, his peripheral vision happened to catch the old priest lying on the ground, and his left hand quietly touched the knocked down staff and sword, so Kruven's confidence was suddenly rekindled in his heart.
Without hesitation, he stood his big shield on the ground, took out a few throwing axes from his waist and threw them out.
Then he waved his large shield with a blade and threw it at the bald psycho who was still mumbling on the spot.
This attack was completely different from the previous one.
With Kluvien's full attack, both the large shield and his body flashed with a faint white light. The shield made a terrible buzzing sound, chopped up the air, and drew an obvious white trace in the air, followed by this
The white trace immediately collapsed due to the light-forbidden law within the lightless trace.
——A burst of power!
That is a secret technique only available to the regular armies of various countries. It can increase one to four levels of power in the next hit.
A skilled berserker can flexibly use bursts of power and two-stage charges to defeat one against ten in just a matter of minutes.
Knowing various secret techniques is the biggest criterion that distinguishes elite sergeants from ordinary soldiers.
But beyond his imagination, the bald man just frowned, then took a step forward, swung the steel whip hard, and Kruveen's shield stopped with a loud bang.
The huge force even reached Kluvien's hands through the iron chain, and even his shield briefly stopped rotating.
Just like the viscous force before, a strange force erupted in Kruveen's belly. This time he finally couldn't suppress it, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
But at this time Claude had already grasped his weapon——
The effect of Kluvien's attack was completely different. A golden light briefly pierced the night like the light of dawn. The distance of about five or six meters was covered the moment Claude held the weapon!
Kluvien knew in his heart that if the light of the burst of power was outside, the light could even be seen under the sun, but in the lightless trace, it was suppressed even by fireflies - but at this moment, the light on the old priest's staff and sword
But it is even more intense than when his power explodes in the outside world!
He could not imagine how dazzling this light would be in the outside world, and he could only hear the constant sound of metal clashing in his ears. The golden light collided with the opponent's weapon at a speed that he could not react at all, emitting fierce sparks.
Judging from the sound, the attack lasted about four to six times per second for six or seven seconds. Then the old priest immediately retreated to Kluvien at a speed that was completely inappropriate for his age.
Is this the power of the silver level...
"Back off!"
The old priest shouted to him, and Kruveen subconsciously took a few steps back.
Only then did Kluvien realize that when the old priest and the opponent's weapons intertwined, the light on the sword drew a wheel-like pattern in the air.
With a bang, huge golden sparks suddenly exploded from the spot. Kruveen could feel the heat wave coming from seven or eight meters away, and his skin quickly tightened due to the high temperature.
But at this time, Claude's face turned pale. His knees softened and he almost fell to his knees.
Kruveen's expression suddenly changed.
He could almost hear the faint popping sound coming from Claude's belly.
"As expected of Bishop Claude, you already know that I can interrupt the magic once you get hit, so you only use movements to cast the spell..."
Before he could ask about Claude's situation, a dull voice sounded from outside their field of vision.
Then, right before his eyes, a charred footprint appeared on the grass out of thin air, and Marco appeared in front of the two of them instantly.
As if he was sentenced to death, he raised the steel whip high and was about to bring it down.
Claude grabbed Kruveen without hesitation and jumped to the side, but he no longer dared to fight Marco's weapon head-on.
Just when Marco wanted to continue the pursuit, a dark thing fell from the sky towards the middle of the three of them. The people on both sides stepped aside vigilantly, but actually distanced themselves.
Taking a closer look, it turned out to be a human head.
"Pars!"
Marco's expression changed, he raised his head and looked around, and then, as if he had locked onto some target, he suddenly cast his gaze in a certain direction, his face becoming more serious than ever before.
"Claude, are you okay?"
Sure enough, an elegant voice came from that direction.
Claude was stunned for a moment, then grinned and replied: "I can't die anyway."
"A few of us came here first, and the main force is behind," a cold female voice said, "Thanks to you for holding Marco back. Unfortunately, the Windtalker and most of the others have already escaped. We have wiped out all the remaining ones."
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"Fortunately, you arrived in time, otherwise my old bones would have been broken here," Claude squinted and smiled, even putting away his staff and sword, "What's next?"
"We got the news that Windtalker went to Base 19," a voice almost as old as Claude said, "You have completed the mission well, leave the rest to us. Marco Deadwood must know
Where is Base 19?"
Marco gritted his teeth, glared at Claude and the two, and his whole body turned into a ball of dark flames and disappeared.
"Chase! He's going north!"
A high-pitched male voice shouted loudly, and then there was no more sound.
Are reinforcements coming? Kruveen breathed a sigh of relief, but he saw Claude looking in that direction with sharper eyes.
...Isn’t it reinforcements? What does this mean?
This was the sound of footsteps coming from that direction. Kruveen cast his gaze over, and then he didn't see the reinforcements coming. Instead, he saw a pair of familiar black robes.
"Huh?"
He looked back at Claude in shock, only to find that the old priest's expression relaxed.
"It's little Roland..."
Claude squinted his eyes again, and then showed a smile: "Well done."
"No," a pleasant, slightly hoarse voice came. Roland took off his hood and showed a bright smile, "Your acting skills are also pretty good."
"Where are the reinforcements?"
Kruveen asked in surprise. Then he seemed to understand something and suddenly turned back to look at Roland: "...No reinforcements?"
Roland smiled slightly.
"Yes, there are no reinforcements." The old voice that came out of Roland's mouth was the same, and then it turned into the cold female voice: "I am the only one."
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