Mankind?

As soon as Rosen felt that the words were familiar, he heard two swishing sounds, and two arrows with silver-white brilliance flew past his head, nailing them directly to the head of the swooping synthetic beast. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Roar -

Screaming and falling to the ground, the synth was bleeding from its body, followed by pale flames that were reduced to ashes in a few moments.

Rosen turned his head and saw the other man's face clearly by the light of the pale fire.

The black nun's dress highlights her beautiful figure, her long silver hair and crimson eyes swaying in the firelight, she holds a delicately crafted hand crossbow in her right hand, and an upside-down cross in her left hand, woven with light into a sharp blade, and pale golden runes faintly appear around her body, like a battle nun.

It's love Randall.

At this moment, Miss Nun still maintained an indifferent expression, her attention completely ignored Lawson, and only focused on the constant influx of mutant rats and synths.

I don't know if it was Rosen's delusion, but he noticed that Randall's eyes seemed to be faintly flickering with anger and fanatical fire, but this anger was deliberately suppressed, turning from crimson to dark blue.

But the dark blue flame is actually even more intense.

Whoop -

As if the crossbow arrows in Irandall's hand did not need to be reloaded, they continued to shoot arrows of light, burning pale flames every time they hit a target, while the petite young nun shuttled between the vicious monsters, slashing off the enemy's head with the long sword in her left hand, and the sword fell without mercy.

All the mutant creatures that tried to attack immediately screamed as if they had been burned by the heat as if they had been burned by the golden words that surrounded Elandall, leaving a scorched black mark on their bodies.

Although Irandel himself only has the strength of the Black Iron Upper Reach, which is a cut worse than the Gascoigne that Rosen has seen, he can't stand the rich heritage of the Templar.

Whether it's the hand crossbow that looks even bigger in comparison, the wielding crosssword of the cross, the nun's chest pendant that glows silver, or even her black nun suit, these are all equipment with special powers.

Rosen didn't know what these things were called, but he knew that with these powerful props, Erandall's combat power at the moment was not much better than Gascoigne at his peak.

Especially when the enemy is still such a mutant creature, for a moment, Lawson, who watched the nun's fighting posture, had a premonition that if she left it alone, she could directly slaughter this sewer by herself.

This guy deserves the name of "crazy".

While Rosen was thinking, two mutant mice rushed up, and he didn't think much about it, the heavy big sword in his hand moved lightly, and stabbed into the mutant mouse's head cleanly, without a trace of superfluous movements.

"Hmph. ”

Irandel caught a glimpse of Lawson's swordsmanship out of the corner of his eye, and he still looked indifferent on the surface, but he was in his heart.

This swordsmanship must at least be reached by a veteran who has practiced various swordsmanship for more than thirty years, and it must have a very deep understanding to achieve such a strange but practical sword move.

And the swordsmanship he used was not any of the ones that Irandall was familiar with, she thought that Rosen was using the Astel military swordsmanship, but compared to the upright military swordsmanship, the sword in Rosen's hand was more wild and rough, but it exuded a slenderness, and the only thing that could make Irandall feel similar was the Gray Knight's temple swordsmanship.

But if you take a closer look, these sword moves are not the path of the Holy Templar swordsmanship at all, but more like the sword moves unearthed by Dao Zhijian after integrating countless sword techniques.

Create your own black iron rank swordsmanship? This is already something that can only be done at the level of a sword master.

This guy seems to be a bit interesting.

Of course, Rosen didn't know that Irandall was still secretly observing himself, although he didn't use any of the Templar Swordsmanship and Wolf Swordsmanship in order to disguise his identity, but his understanding of these two sets of swordsmanship was already very profound, and the essence of the two sets of swordsmanship had already been integrated into one move and one style, so it looked similar and different.

The two fought in the tide of mutant creatures, and gradually reached a subtle tacit understanding, and even the monsters with numerical superiority were suppressed.

I wonder how this nun would have felt if she knew that it was the undead who had been working with her to purify the Templars.

Unexpectedly, just as Lawson cut off the head of the tenth synth, he suddenly found that the attack of the mutant monster had become much more passive.

The movements of Irandall's hands, who also felt it, slowed down, and he paid more vigilant attention to the wind and grass around him.

Usually at this time, it should be the part where the miscellaneous fish leave the scene and the real behind-the-scenes boss appears, right?

Lawson also released his perception that had been restricted, which had been focused on combat, but did not find any signs of stronger monsters.

There are a few human breaths that are moving towards this place from another fork in the road.

Enemy reinforcements?

Rosen looked at Irandall, the perception of the Black Iron Tier had been suppressed to the extreme in such a complex environment, and she hadn't even noticed any signs of anyone else approaching.

"Somebody's coming. ”

Reminding in a deep voice, Rosen casually slashed down a mutant rat that fluttered into the air.

When Irandall heard this, there was a slightly thoughtful expression on his poker face, and then he shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't know the origin of the other party.

If it's an enemy, it may be a cultist who has found out that its stronghold has been found, or if it's a reinforcement, maybe a Templar force.

However, no matter what, the opponent's aura was no more than the Black Iron Rank, and even the enemy Lawson was more than enough to deal with alone, so he did not choose to retreat.

Anyway, to investigate this sewer, he has to clash head-on with the cultists, and whether he is friend or foe, Rosen has no idea of giving up the opportunity.

The scene of the mutant monsters gradually retreating, and the collective movement of hundreds of mutant rats the size of hounds highlights an indescribable eerie feeling, which is creepy.

As the last mutant rat was reduced to ashes in the pale fire, the sporadic sparks dissipated, and the surroundings fell into darkness again, except for the faint light around Elandall, which made her whole person look a little hazy, just like the oracle described in the holy text.

And that team of centaurs, after passing a corner, also revealed their true faces.

All gray and white robes, embellished with silver silk threads, some of them held long swords in their hands, some held heavy holy texts, and the men led by them were not very old, with light gray hair, pure black eyes, and a richly decorated holy book in their hands, as if they were a priest.

Seems to be your own person?

While Rosen was still waiting to see if he would make a move, he only heard the priest who took the lead have a stunned expression on his face when he saw Randall.

"Irandall, you're back?"

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