Mr. Tank didn't know what had happened before, and the moment Luo Er took out his sword, he was affected by the majestic coercion, and the whole person fell into a state of stupor.

Now that he came back to his senses, he looked at the empty streets around him, and asked a little puzzled:

"What about monsters? And what about the big monsters? ”

"I chopped it to death."

Rohr replied.

Mr. Tank suddenly gasped and sighed:

"Fourth-order powerhouse, terrifying!"

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, save the doctor."

The doctor is not dead, but he is in a very, very bad state, but fortunately, he still retains some consciousness, and his fingers weakly point in a certain direction, and he said weakly:

"Drug...... Cold storage ......"

Rohr hurriedly ran over to look for it, and really found the entrance to an underground cold storage in a pool of ruins, and quickly asked the tank to carry the doctor over.

The doctor then instructed them to find three red, yellow, and blue reagents in the cold storage, and stirred them in a beaker to turn them into a dark green puddle of viscous liquid that was still gurgling and bubbling.

The doctor struggled to raise his hand.

"No, Dr. Wesley, can you really drink it?"

Rohr asked worriedly, frowning as he sniffed the pungent stench of paraquat.

"Are you...... Or am I ......"

Rohr had no choice but to pour the liquid into the doctor's mouth.

"I'd rather die than drink this."

Mr. Tank said with a serious face.

Miraculously, after the doctor drank the pesticide-like liquid, his face began to gradually improve, and he even spoke more clearly.

"It's just ...... Clinical trial...... Stage...... Later...... will add sugar......"

At such a time, are you still worried that the patient will not take the medicine?

The two left the cold storage, found a relatively intact house, settled the doctor, and then went out to search for the other survivors.

When they had searched the neighborhood where the church was located and went to the neighboring neighborhood to help, a snake-necked wyvern with a slender neck flew into the night sky, and a burly figure in black armor jumped from its back.

He landed directly in the middle of the previous battlefield, looked around for a while, and after confirming that there was no danger, he took off his helmet, revealing an old face.

He is the legendary powerhouse of the Empire, the idol of Rohr's youth, and the master of Anheim with the title of 'Master of the Sword'.

"Am I late? Were monsters annihilated by Bishop Wesley? Unexpectedly, in addition to his outstanding contributions in the academic field, he is also so strong in the field of combat? ”

Anheim first carefully examined the various traces left on the battlefield, then closed his eyes and spread out his own perception, carefully savoring the fluctuations of power in the battlefield that had not completely dissipated.

Through these details, he was able to reconstruct the general situation of the battle in his mind.

At this time, several soldiers of the town garrison also arrived at the scene, and when they saw the legendary Master Anheim, their eyes suddenly lit up, and they all wanted to go up to chase the stars.

Anheim hurriedly 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 muttered in a low voice:

"It's so strong! ...... on both sides"

"This monster must be the heir of the evil god, the danger level is 8, or it could be 9?"

The empire has divided the monster into 10 levels of danger, with level 10 being the highest, and the heir of the evil god as the apex of the monster, and the highest level is also level 8.

And the danger level of 9 means that the official recommendation is to have several eighth-order legends, and the crusade will be carried out when there are ninth-order saints leading the team.

Thankfully, they are extremely rare.

"Which Sage struck in time? If it weren't for him, I'm afraid it would have been a catastrophe. ”

"But why can't I feel the fluctuating afterglow and residual coercion of that strong man's shot? It's so strange, can anyone really control their own power to that level? ”

Anheim analyzed, walked over to a half-severed wall, and gently stroked the remaining sword marks on it, his face showing deep shock and awe.

In his heart, a monstrous wave was set off.

This sword mark was only as long as a finger, very shallow, but it was the only trace of a shot left in the entire scene.

Anheim roughly calculated the height and size of the monster, and knew that it was a behemoth, so according to common sense, when fighting this monster, it must leave a lot of traces and cause more damage to the environment.

But the strong man who shot actually only left such a short and shallow trace, which means that his strength was almost not wasted, and it was all exerted on the blade.

This is the ultimate control and use of power.

Strictly speaking, this is a realm that human beings cannot reach theoretically, which is somewhat contrary to common sense and subverts the three views.

"Unbelievable, no...... It's amazing! ”

"Is this really what humans can achieve? Is it the realm that swordsmanship can reach? Or is it some kind of powerful relic that has not been included in the Scholars' Society? ”

Anheim was more inclined to the latter judgment, but he still carefully broke off the brick with the sword marks, and put it away carefully, intending to bring it back to carefully understand and taste.

If you can comprehend 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 his head to look at the soldiers who were still in place, and scolded angrily and laughing:

"Why are you staring at me, a bad old man? Why don't you go around and check it out? ”

"Where's Bishop Wesley? I need to meet him. ”

The soldiers woke up like a dream and hurriedly scattered.

But not long after, a scream came from a distant alley.

Anheim rushed to hear the sound and saw a soldier pierced through the head by a slender tentacle......

But he wasn't dead, his body moving like a marionette, and with that strange smile on his face, he staggered towards Anheim.

A wriggling lump of flesh stuck to the back of his head, and more and more tentacles poked out of his back like poisonous snakes.

The second sword of Rohr's mending knife was affected by the durability of the weapon, and it was not played perfectly, leaving a piece of flesh that slipped through the net.

"Huh? It's just a fragment, my old bones, I should be able to handle it. ”

Anheim drew his sword and stepped forward.

After a fierce battle, the monsters that tried to revive were completely annihilated.

But Anheim also paid a rather heavy price, his left shoulder, lower abdomen, and right thigh were pierced by tentacles, and the blood flowed profusely.

The brave soldiers who came to help also died heroically......

"Huh~Huh~ It looks like I'm ...... It's really old......"

"Whew~ This is ...... Is Danger 9 truly terrifying? It's just ...... Fragments ......"

Anheim gasped, realizing that he no longer dared to imagine the mysterious powerhouse who faced the monster in its entirety.