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Irandall was in mid-air, with nowhere to borrow strength, only the steel cable in her hand was tightened, and when she saw the thorny tail flick over, her hand immediately clenched, and the extremely slender steel cable was immediately retracted, and only a tooth-aching sound was heard, and Miss Nun's speed increased sharply, and she could dodge the blow.

However, the giant monster did not stop there, and while it continued to crush the ranks of armed priests with its three long hands, it slammed the remaining one at the ceiling where Arandall was.

Bang -

A few pieces of rubble fell, but Irandall was long gone.

She was like a nimble cat, moving quickly across the ceiling, and Rosen noticed that she seemed to have a hook in her hand that had been pulled out of nowhere, allowing her to move there with ease.

In contrast, Pahaibel, who was subjected to the monster's main attack, was much more miserable, and their movement was limited in such an environment, and they could only defend themselves against the monster's continuous attacks with their shields in place.

Only Pahaibel himself could chant one or two offensive magic spells from time to time, but hitting the monster's body had no obvious effect other than leaving a few scorched scars.

Not only is it flexible, but it also has a high tolerance for divine arts?

Thinking that this was a cultist's creation, Rosen suddenly became a little curious about the nature of this guy.

It stands to reason that the body of this monster should also be an ordinary intelligent creature, but to say that it was made of a mouse, Rosen didn't believe it when he killed it.

Even those synthetic beasts, Lawson thinks that they are not entirely evolved by mice, and there must be other creatures fused into them.

He kept slashing the mutant rats that came up, and because it was inconvenient to directly use the specific moves of the Templar Sword Technique and the Wolf Sword Technique, Lawson could only use the most basic sword moves to deal with it, so he maintained a defensive posture, and if he wanted to continue to advance, he had to find a suitable opportunity.

The current battle situation is that Alandel uses flexible movement to contain most of the attention of the giant monster, Pahaibel and other armed priests bear most of the monster's attacks, and only Lawson is neither noticed by the monster nor needs to invest too much energy to deal with the monster's strong attack.

If there is a breakthrough point in the battle situation, it is obviously Lawson.

But the opportunity to break through did not come, and the monster's movements changed significantly.

As if it felt useless to continue attacking Pahaibel and the others, the monster violently withdrew its four hands and attacked Elandall along with its tail.

"Quick!"

Pahaibel knows that this is both a danger and an opportunity, if Irandall successfully dodges this wave of attacks, then the monster will have a huge flaw, and his side can attack with all his strength, but if Irandel is hit, then in the face of the monster that can put all their energy into this side, they can not have much time to support.

The young priest subconsciously didn't think about Rosen, after all, he didn't know what the strength of the other party was, and besides, seeing that he had been busy slaughtering rats, he didn't seem to have the time to help.

He hurriedly began to chant, but just as the Sword of Judgment in mid-air was just taking shape, he heard a crisp sound, and Pahaibel saw that Elandall, who was unable to dodge in mid-air, was struck by one of the monster's hands, and the whole figure flew out distortedly, falling heavily on the wall, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"That's not good. ”

Seeing this, Lawson had no intention of hiding, and in his field of vision, countless silver threads were intertwined, dark green silk strings and black and white ripples rippled, together with the deep purple net, forming a beautiful picture.

Try your hand at a sword move created by combining Templar swordsmanship and wolf swordsmanship.

Rosen's fighting spirit climbed, and just as he was about to make a move, a dazzling light emerged from the hole where Irandall fell.

The light was pure and bright, and as soon as it hit the monster's body, the few remaining hairs immediately burst into flames, and its pale skin festered as if it had been burned by a scorching iron.

Immediately after, the Sword of Judgment fell, plunging straight into the monster's ribs, causing it to wail and the entire hall to shake.

"Still alive?"

Rosen clearly saw the deformed body of the nun when she was knocked away, in that situation, no matter how strong it was, it was difficult to survive, so he had assumed that the nun was dead, but he didn't expect that she was still alive and could still have room to fight back.

Wrong.

After perceiving it carefully, Rosen immediately made a judgment.

This nun is not alive, but she is not dead, and in Rosen's perception, the breath of Irandall's life is extremely weak, but her strength has not diminished at all, but has a tendency to gradually increase.

Could it be that she is also an undead?

Rosen guessed, but soon he saw the answer.

A hook flew out with a rope, and a figure emerged from the smoke.

Irandall's face was dirty, and the black nun's dress was already in tatters, especially the one on her chest, which was almost completely torn.

But what emerged from the ragged clothes was not the expected spring.

It's metal.

The pitch-black metal reflected a faint glow in the dim light, and Lawson caught the slightest sound of gears snapping in the cacophony, and the fluctuations of the surrounding magic suddenly intensified, the source of which was the object in Elandall's chest.

It was a crystal swirling in a hollow.

The intricate geometric shape of the golden crystal, flowing along the dense lines around the hollow, poured power into Miss Nun's petite body, and Rosen saw her spherical joints and the tiny heat vents under her ribs, creating a small patch of sun in the damp sewer hall.

Edlandall's entire body is industrially designed, like a delicate doll, but Rosen knows it's not a joke, because this nun is really a doll made of machinery.

The previous glow seemed to come from the swirling crystal on Irandall's chest, and her eyes lit up like a beast that had gone berserk and pounced on the giant monster.

"It's ......"

It was obviously the first time he had seen Elandel in such a state, and he was slightly stunned, and then immediately organized a second wave of attacks.

Rosen didn't hesitate, and when he saw that Irandall was attracted to the monster, he immediately stepped forward.

One step, across long distances.

All the mutant rats in their path were knocked away by the impact, and Lawson felt everything in his vision slow down.

The only one who moved normally was his own sword.

Hmmm――

On the blade of Lawson's sword, flames ignited.

The wolf knight's greatsword, which was already very long, seemed to be wrapped around a larger sword at this moment, and the flames formed the sword body, which was a blade longer than a spear.

Then Rosen drew his sword.

The first blow struck from the top right to the bottom left, and the scorching blade slashed through one of the monster's arms, and the long, solid hand was severed like fragile grass.

Immediately raised his hand, and the second blow slashed from the top left to the bottom right, blocking the rushing arm and cutting off four fingers.

The third blow is a back slash, slashing the trajectory of the second sword backwards, directly cutting off the monster's arm that is missing four fingers.

The fourth blow pulls down from left to right up, burning out half of the tentacles on the giant monster's head.

The last sword, Lawson's blade downward, fell straight towards the monster's head, and the blade of flames sank unhindered into the monster's forehead, which had no magical walls, and pierced its skull, which had most of its eyes.

Boom -

The explosion erupted, and the monster's head was instantly engulfed in flames.

Under the five swords, the humid air around them became dry, and the smell of burnt and ash filled the wind.

And the behemoth, in the midst of Lawson's swift and fiery attack, has fallen!

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