Mr. Tank didn't know what happened before. The moment Rohr drew his sword, he was affected by the majestic pressure and his whole person fell into a sluggish state.
Now that he came back to his senses, he looked at the empty streets around him and asked a little puzzled:
"Where's the monster? Where's the big monster?"
"I chopped him to death."
Roll replied.
Mr. Tank suddenly took a breath of cold air and said with emotion:
"The fourth-level strong man is so terrifying!"
"Okay, stop talking nonsense and help the doctor quickly."
The doctor is not dead yet, but his condition is very, very bad, but fortunately he still retains some consciousness. He pointed weakly in a certain direction with his finger and said feebly:
"Drugs... cold storage..."
Rohr quickly ran over to search, and found the entrance to an underground cold storage in a pile of rubble. He quickly asked the tank to carry the doctor over.
The doctor then directed them to find three red, yellow, and blue reagents in the cold storage, stir them in a beaker, and turn them into a pool of dark green, bubbling, viscous liquid.
The doctor managed to raise his hand.
"No, Doctor Wesley, is this really drinkable?"
Rohr frowned and smelled the pungent odor like paraquat, and asked worriedly.
"Are you...or am I..."
Rolle had no choice but to pour the glass of liquid into the doctor's mouth.
"I'd rather die than drink this damn thing."
Mr. Tank said seriously.
Miraculously, after the doctor drank the pesticide-like liquid, his complexion began to gradually improve, and he could even speak clearly.
"This is just...a clinical trial...phase...sugar will be added later..."
At this time, why are you still worried about patients refusing to take medicine?
The two left the cold storage, found a relatively intact house, settled the doctor, and then went out to search for other survivors.
After they finished searching the neighborhood where the church was located, and then went to help in neighboring neighborhoods, a snake-necked flying dragon with a long slender neck flew in the night sky, and a burly figure wearing black armor jumped out from its back.
He landed directly in the middle of the previous battlefield. He looked around first, and after confirming that there was no danger, he took off his helmet, revealing an old face.
He is the old legendary strongman of the empire, Rohr's idol when he was young, Master Anheim with the title of 'Lord of the Sword'.
"I'm actually late? Were the monsters annihilated by Bishop Wesley? I didn't expect that in addition to his outstanding contributions in the academic field, he was also so strong in the field of combat?"
Anheim first carefully examined the various traces left on the battlefield, then closed his eyes, diffused his perception, and carefully savored the power fluctuations in the battlefield that had not completely dissipated.
Through these details, he was able to restore the general situation of the battle in his mind.
At this time, several soldiers from the town guard also rushed to the scene. When they saw the legendary Master Anheim, their eyes suddenly lit up, and they all wanted to go up and chase the stars.
Anheim quickly gestured to them not to move, and then continued to construct the battle scene in his mind.
When the battle scene was almost restored, he opened his eyes again, his face became extremely solemn, and he murmured in a low voice:
"So strong! Both sides are..."
"This monster must be the descendant of the evil god. The danger level is 8, maybe 9?"
The empire divides the danger of monsters into 10 levels, with level 10 being the highest. The descendants of the evil god are the pinnacle of monsters, and the worst is level 8.
The danger level of 9 means that the official recommendation is to have several eighth-level legends and ninth-level saints lead the expedition before conducting a crusade.
Fortunately they are extremely rare.
"Which saint took action in time? If it hadn't been for him, life would have been ruined."
"But why can't I feel the fluctuations and residual pressure of that strong man's attack? This is so strange. Is it true that someone can control their own power to that level?"
Anheim analyzed it for a while, then walked to a half-broken wall, and gently touched the remaining sword mark on it, with a look of deep shock and awe on his face.
There was a huge wave in his heart.
This sword mark was only as long as a finger and was very shallow, but it was the only trace of the attack left in the entire scene.
Anheim roughly calculated the height and body shape of the monster, and knew that it was a huge monster. According to common sense, when fighting such a monster, it would definitely leave many traces and cause greater damage to the environment.
But the strong man who took action actually left only such a short and shallow mark, which meant that his power was almost not wasted, and all of it was used on the blade.
This is the ultimate control and use of power.
Strictly speaking, this is a realm that humans cannot theoretically reach. It is somewhat contrary to common sense and subverts the three views.
"Incredible, no...it's a miraculous skill!"
"Is this really a state that humans can achieve? Is it a state that can be achieved with swordsmanship? Or is it some kind of powerful holy object that has not been included by scholars?"
Anheim was more inclined to the latter judgment, but he still carefully broke off the brick with the sword mark, carefully put it away, and planned to take it back to appreciate and taste it carefully.
If you can understand something, you may be able to try to reach the next level at the end of your life.
After putting away the bricks, he turned to look at the soldiers who were still standing there, and cursed angrily and with a smile:
"Why are you staring at me, a bad old man? Why don't you go check around the place quickly?"
"Where is Bishop Wesley? I need to see him."
The soldiers woke up from a dream and hurriedly dispersed.
But not long after, a scream came from an alley in the distance.
Anheim heard the sound and rushed over, and saw a soldier with a slender tentacle piercing his head...
But he was not dead, his body moved like a puppet on strings, with a strange and curious smile on his face, and he staggered toward Anheim.
There was a squirming piece of flesh stuck to the back of his head, and more and more tentacles were coming out of his back like poisonous snakes.
Rohr's second last-ditch sword was affected by the durability of the weapon and did not work perfectly, leaving a piece of flesh that slipped through the net.
"Huh? It's just broken pieces. My old bones should be able to handle it."
Anheim drew his sword and faced him.
After a fierce battle, the monster that attempted to revive was completely wiped out.
But Anheim also paid a heavy price. His left shoulder, lower abdomen, and right thigh were pierced by tentacles, and blood flowed endlessly.
Those brave soldiers who came to help also died heroically...
"Huh~huh~ It seems that I'm... really too old..."
"Huh~ Is this... the real horror of danger level 9? It's just... broken pieces..."
Anheim gasped and found that he no longer dared to imagine the mysterious strong man facing the complete form of this monster.