As arrows and crossbow bolts were penetrated into the body of the demon beside him, Orshika could clearly hear the sound of flesh and blood being corroded.
Their limbs and even internal organs, under the sacred power attached to the weapons, seemed to have encountered a nemesis. Once the skin was pierced, it would cause large-scale ulceration and turn into a mess like mud.
Stretching out his hand to catch a crossbow arrow that was shot at him, Orshika crushed its arrowhead with a slight exertion of his fingers, revealing the white powdery substance contained within.
"Zi..."
The moment it came into contact with Orshika, bursts of holy power were automatically released from the pile of powder, constantly attacking Orshika's power, trying to break through his defense.
He ignored this and observed it with great interest.
Watch carefully how it works.
The structure of this substance is a bit like the so-called [Ashes of Saints] in the previous world. The manufacturing principle should be that the bones of devout believers have been specially treated to stimulate their potential power, but the concentration is far from that high.
According to Orshika's estimation, the deceased was far from reaching the standards of a saint during his lifetime, and at most was at the level of a devout believer.
The main reason why the effect seems so strong is that the runes on the arrow expand its effect, so that one point of force can produce ten points of results.
From this point of view, the foundation of a high-level world is revealed.
Compared to the lower world where precious materials can only be used violently, they already possess a large amount of relevant knowledge and can transcend the most basic stages, thereby easily producing better effects on things.
After some thinking, the magic power in Orshika's hand took effect instantly and directly corroded away the layer of material.
He concluded to himself: "Hitting someone with ashes, you really don't respect me at all..."
Once two opposing forces meet, the stronger one will have the absolute advantage.
Under this premise, for Orshika, the destructive power of these arrows is actually not much stronger than ordinary crossbow arrows.
The sacred power above will be wiped out the moment it comes into contact with him, and these crossbow arrows cannot pierce his exoskeleton through pure physical damage alone.
It can be said that if it was just this kind of attack, even if he stood and let them fight, Orshiga would not be injured.
The purity of the two powers is not on the same level.
As for monsters like this that can ignore arrows and crossbows, Orshika can see hundreds of them at a glance on this battlefield.
For most of them, although their bloodline is not as pure as Orshika's, and their magic power is not as pure as him, this attack is still an itch for them.
Compared to the large numbers of low-level monsters that were abused by humans, although these high-level monsters are few in number, they are the biggest enemies of this line of defense.
In frontal combat, ordinary soldiers cannot fight with them at all, and can only let them use Wushuang.
It can be said that as long as any one of them rushes onto the city wall, they can cause heavy casualties to the other party!
This is something that is unacceptable to the opponent whose reproductive capacity is far inferior to that of the demons. If they really want to do that, three or two demonic waves will kill all their lower-level soldiers.
Therefore, there will inevitably be strong indigenous people taking action to intercept these dangerous monsters.
And the situation was exactly as he thought. After he approached the city wall for a certain distance, a weak airflow suddenly appeared near the back of his head.
Orshiga instinctively sensed a threat.
Immediately he tilted his head slightly.
Then he saw a machete more than one meter long passing over his head silently.
If his reaction had been a little slower, the knife would have directly hit his Tianling Gai from the middle of the two horns on his head.
Looking towards the owner of the knife, Orshika saw a creature with a strong build and an appearance close to that of a human, but still retaining some of the characteristics of primitive beasts.
'Orcs.'
Based on the information he obtained previously, he recognized the other party's race.
According to his information, the various talents of this race are basically the same as those of humans. Whether it is intelligence, lifespan, reproduction rate, or physical fitness, they are very similar. However, their personalities are relatively violent, and they rarely have magical talents. Instead,
It's something called shamanic talent.
Glancing at the various luxurious patterns painted on the opponent's body, Orshika understood the meaning.
As far as he knew, this kind of thing was not a decorative pattern, but a war totem painted by the orc shaman using a large amount of magic materials.
It has mysterious power in the memories of the indigenous people, and only the strong can withstand it.
The stronger the strength, the more totems it can withstand.
Therefore, to a certain extent, the totem on the opponent's body is equivalent to a strength appraisal.
Twisting his head and looking at the opponent who was taller than his current compressed figure, Orshiga didn't have any anger on his face that he was almost attacked, but asked with great interest: "From your perspective
Judging from the number of totems on your body, according to the strength of your world, you should be at the legendary level, right?"
After being dodged by a blow, he quickly stood up and prepared to deal with the orc's counterattack. Faced with Orshika's question, a trace of doubt flashed across his face, and he was obviously confused about the meaning of the other person's question.
After some hesitation, he finally did not answer Orshika's question, and chose to slash at the opponent again with the weapon in his hand.
She moved her steps slightly to the left, dodging the opponent's attack again. The expression on Orshiga's face still showed no anger, but took the opportunity to look at the runes carved on the scimitar carefully.
He commented hurriedly:
"The exorcism rune, it shouldn't be easy to get hurt by it. This is really targeted equipment."
Faced with his comments, the orc man just kept a cold face and slashed with his sword several times in succession!
Under the power of the totem, these swords seemed to be cut out at the same time in an instant, cutting a perfect arc in the air, blocking all Orshiga's escape routes at the same time, and slashed straight towards his neck.
The orc man was full of confidence in his sure hit, which was a secret he had mastered after decades of training.
Since I learned it, except for being resisted a few times, no one has been able to escape.
The next moment, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, his expression showing disbelief.
He didn't know if this attack was in vain or not.
Because Orshiga's way of coping really exceeded his expectations.
The other party actually took off his own head, just enough to avoid his blade.
Ignoring the other party's ghostly expression, Orshiga held up his head with his right hand and shook it backwards like a basketball. Only then did the lifted head speak: "This perspective is a bit strange now.
Not very used to it."
So he put his head back on again without any haste.