Oriana looked at Rohr who was being intimate with her daughter, and then looked at the butler who had barely gotten up. She also saw shock and shock on his face.
She had imagined Rohr's strength and guessed that he might be very strong, but she didn't expect that she not only underestimated his strength, but also overestimated her own imagination.
The power displayed by Rohr can no longer be explained by existing supernatural theories.
There is obviously no power fluctuation in the body, not even perception, let alone a person who has not specifically studied the extraordinary theory, can have such a swordsmanship that is far beyond common sense?
Moves that are so fast that you cannot see the movement, footsteps that move almost instantaneously, incredible power, the magical function that can break the cracks in space...
Is this really something that can only be achieved through pure swordsmanship?
What's even more frightening is that with her saint-level knowledge and professor-level knowledge, she can't tell how strong Rohr's swordsmanship is, and can't truly feel how powerful he is.
Oriana lowered her head and looked at the ground again. After the battle, the originally smooth and clean streets became pitted and cracked.
But none of these traces were caused by Rolle.
This means that the degree of control he has over his own power has reached a level that ordinary people cannot understand.
According to the existing theory of paranormal science, the stronger the power used and the stronger the attack, the harder it will be to control it. Therefore, as a saint, she cannot go all out in the city, otherwise she would not be suppressed in such an embarrassing manner.
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But Rohr seems completely unaffected by this objective law...
Oriana originally wanted to savor the shocks that Rohr had brought to her for a while, but her mind suddenly got stuck, and a strange thought came out of her mind uncontrollably:
Huh! What’s the use of being powerful? A big pig’s hooves who doesn’t understand anything...
After having this idea, she couldn't help but reveal a helpless smile on her face, and quickly said to the housekeeper:
"If I make any mistakes, please bear with me..."
After that, she sat on the road like a duck, looking dazed, her fiery red eyes began to become watery, and tears were already gathering in her eyes, as if she had suffered some great grievance.
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However, the short skirt on the legs was well covered and no light was exposed.
Roll coaxed his daughter for a while, then went back to the housekeeper, helped him stand up, and finally walked to Oriana and saw her lowering her head and wiping tears?
No way? Are you being beaten to tears?
"Are you OK?"
Roll asked.
Oriana raised her head slightly, her eyes were red, she sobbed and let out a delicate cry:
"嘤~"
Hey, hey, hey? At least you look like a teacher!
Luo Er cursed in his heart and asked again:
"Can you still stand up?"
Oriana shook her head vigorously, stretched out her hands towards him, with tears still hanging from the corners of her eyes, she said sweetly:
"Ugh~ I'm injured, it hurts so much, I have no strength..."
Luo Er was speechless. What happened to this guy? Wasn't he quite normal before? Why was he so different all of a sudden?
When the butler on the side saw this scene, he couldn't help but sigh. It seems that the price of the Saint of Flame is indeed as legendary...
According to the information collected by Anya's father, the artificial artifact held by Oriana, that is, the magical and weird weapon, will make her become particularly casual for a certain period of time after use. This is why the outside world said that she is very casual.
The origin of sex.
This price may not sound serious, but in fact, it seems that it may not be as simple as casualness. Look at Oriana's appearance. How can she look like a saint? She is just like a little girl who loves to act coquettishly.
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The price is probably to lose the will to fight within a certain period of time and become squeamish and weak. If there are enemies attacking at this time, she will probably just cry, scream and squat in defense with her head in her hands, right?
Sure enough, pseudo-holy objects, which are something between holy objects and quasi-holy objects, are not much better than quasi-holy objects, but they have to bear a very troublesome price. The price-performance ratio is really very low.
Rohr took a closer look at Oriana, who suddenly became soft and cute, and found that she was probably fine, so he ignored her and turned to check on the fainted passers-by around her.
Seeing that he didn't pay much attention to her, Oriana muttered in a low voice with an aggrieved look on her face:
"Didn't you see that I was also injured? It was obviously so painful just now!"
"Hmph! Men are indeed heartless pigs!"
It seems that this price may also have some symptoms of princess disease...
Luo Er checked the conditions of the passers-by around him, and found that they were fine, but fell into a deep coma. It seemed that the rice cake man did not waste his strength on these non-threatening passers-by, but his philosophy was somewhat similar to his.
But something suddenly occurred to him, and he quickly ran back to his daughter and took out the pamphlet given by the doctor from his left hand.
He turned to the page that recorded healing techniques, looked at the prayer written on it, and said in a deep voice:
"Don't be afraid when you encounter difficulties, face it with a smile!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the page turned into a little magical light and fell on Keli.
Keli's injury was on his shoulder. It was not serious, just a skin injury, but it made him feel very distressed and worried that scars would remain in the future, so that his daughter would no longer be able to wear beautiful off-shoulder dresses.
So he didn't hesitate to use this magic that could only be used once in three days on his daughter.
"Huh? Dad, what is this?"
Keli blinked and asked a little strangely.
"A little magic."
Rohr replied, then looked at Anya who was still unconscious, thought for a while, turned the booklet to the Ningshen Technique to stabilize the mind, and continued to chant the prayer:
“The best way to eliminate fear is to face it!”
Another ray of divine magic lit up and fell on Anya.
Her originally frowning brows relaxed a little, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the expression on her face relaxed a lot.
Oriana, who was sitting on the ground not far away, watched this scene and couldn't help but muttered:
"What about me? What about me?"
Rolle didn't hear her voice, and even if he did, there was nothing he could do, so he continued to help others.
Oriana's cheeks suddenly bulged with anger, she grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands, and said with an aggrieved face:
"It's obvious that he was the most seriously injured..."
She was indeed seriously injured before, and her limbs were almost cut off. However, the saint's physique allowed her to instinctively block the pain the moment she was injured, stop the bleeding, and use spiritual power to connect the broken muscles, and began