Chapter Ninety-Three: Joan of Arc's Deterrent

Shen He glanced at the backpack at this time.

Just by encountering these two plot characters, a silver treasure chest appears.

It seems that even in this world, there are levels of level, such as rescuing ordinary people, or defeating ordinary people, you can only get the lowest level of trigger rewards, and people with a certain importance are different.

Well, if it's defeated, no, just fighting with such a figure.

An idea appeared in Shen He's mind.

"We're not here for Intix." Shen He said expressionlessly, "I'm here to find Shang Tiaodangma, there are some things that need his right hand to help - of course, it would be better if the forbidden book catalogue could help together." ”

The sentence that was deliberately added later, if the other party thought with a preconceived sense of vigilance, it was not much different from directly announcing that they were enemies who had come to snatch the catalog of the forbidden books of magic.

"Even that guy's right hand knows." Steele and God Cracked Fire Weaving glanced at each other, and understood the meaning of the eldest sister's head, "No way......"

The cigarette with Mars in his hand popped out gently, and when he flew halfway there, the orange-red fireball burst out with a bang, completely blocking the sight of Shen He and his party.

"Flames—"

Steele then whispered a spell, and a flaming sword like a materialized flame appeared in the palm of his hand, swinging towards the people in front of him.

Just looking at the air that made a sizzling sound and distorted in an instant, the temperature of this blow of flames reached at least two thousand degrees Celsius, and even the body of steel could be easily melted and destroyed.

Of course, judging from the fact that the barrier had just been broken, Steele did not think that this simple blow would defeat the enemy, and he began to prepare more complex and powerful killing moves.

"One side passes, you drag the back one." Shen He's voice came from the flames.

"Drag? Are you underestimating me? ”

One side stepped on the earth and rushed towards the Divine Cracked Fire Weave, his palms reaching out to the other's cheeks in a basketball-like motion.

As long as he touches it, he can easily crush the head like a bubble, or twist it off as he wishes!

It should have been like this, and yet—

Brush ——!

In an instant that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, the Divine Cracked Fire Weave disappeared, and then there was a loud bang, accompanied by the roar of the wind, and the extremely compressed sword light filled the entire sight of the party like a terrible laser ray, because of the killing intent that wanted to kill him, the Divine Split Fire Weave also released a killing move mercilessly.

- Seven Flashes!

The slash that the Divine Cracker uses the long knife "Seven Heavens and Seven Swords" to slash can kill seven times in an instant.

In fact, the speed of the knife is indeed far beyond the limit that can be perceived by one party, and it can be seen from the seven knife marks on the smooth road that stretch for dozens of meters, each knife is right in the body of one party.

And yet - unscathed!

"Squeak ......"

It was the sound of teeth rubbing, and it seemed that Fang Tong had only noticed from the automatic vector reflex of his body at this time that he had been attacked seven times by the long knife.

Just boasted about the sea, but it turned out that he couldn't even see the enemy's attack clearly.

"It's irritating!"

A huge strong wind blew, and the earth shattered in an instant, and a large amount of debris flew up under the fierce wind to form a whirlpool, rushing towards the god of fire weaving, along with the trees and metal light poles on the side of the road, as if they had been thrown into a meat grinder.

If you can't keep up, you'll ruin everything!

The battle here had an amazing momentum at the beginning, and Shen He's side also became fierce in an instant.

With just a slight force, Shen He's entire body rushed towards it with a speed that compressed the air to the limit, and the tip of the spear emitted a long, piercing sound like cutting metal.

Steele had no time to lie down without an image, a donkey rolled, a pure brute force blow flew over his head, and the unbridled wind pressure cut the monastic clothes into rags and hung on his body.

However, his killer move is also ready.

With a loud bang, a huge fireball flew out from the palm of his hand, but instead of bursting like before, it twisted into a human form like tar, burning flames on the black foam, and even continued to wriggle, turning into a flame giant waving a huge cross in both hands!

It's called - Hunt the King of Witches!

"I thought I could interrupt ......"

Shen He, who rushed over his head, returned to the battlefield.

As early as just now, he found the runes densely hidden in the inconspicuous places around him, according to the setting in the animation, if he wants to destroy this magic, he can only destroy all the runes, otherwise it will be reorganized again and again.

However, as the battle began, a silver treasure chest unsurprisingly appeared in Shen He's backpack again.

Boom ——!

The flame giant's scorching cross collided head-on.

The scattered heat distorted the light, and the result of the impact was that the witch hunter easily dissipated in the holy light of the spear.

"How is this possible!"

Steele, who had risen from the ground, happened to see this scene.

Although the dissipated Witch Hunting King was quickly reorganized under the effect of the runes, such an unbearable performance could not form a combat power at all.

If it hadn't been for the slight resistance this time, he would have almost thought that he had encountered another fantasy killer.

"yes, I almost forgot ......"

Shen He suddenly reacted until this time.

Because of her firm faith and the protection of the Lord, Joan of Arc's resistance to magic is EX-level, but there are no magicians among the enemies before.

"Even though I'm a fellow believer, if I want to hurt the Master."

Joan of Arc carried the spear behind her back with one hand, the flag unfurled, and the palm of the other hand was aimed at Steele.

"Lord, please bring down your punishment—the judgment of the gods!"

The banner shone brightly, and Steele looked at the incomparably holy power with horror on his face, even the most orthodox divine spirit costume could not show the power of the Lord to this point, and at the moment of being shrouded in the white light, he seemed to see the Lord standing behind the girl.

- This is the Holy Maiden who has been sheltered by the Lord.

Steele shuddered, and he finally realized where the inexplicable respect he had come from before.

This young girl, her incomparably devout faith, is enough to summon the power of the Lord here.

As if giving up resistance, Steele sat on the ground with his head bowed.

No, even if he hadn't given up resisting, he would have been unable to use magic.

Although Joan of Arc lost the identity of the Ruler, after being summoned by Shen He, the ability was solidified in itself and was not affected by the different worlds, and the so-called "Divine Judgment" was the transformation of the Ruler's privilege into a skill that bound the enemy's combat power.

Steele is now unable to use any magic, and he was just a normal person until the ruling dissipated.

So of course, the king of witch hunting has also completely dissipated.

"One side passes, you don't have to fight." Shen He shouted from afar.

The god cracked the fire weaving also noticed what had just happened, and after the passage stopped, she came to a distance of ten meters in front of Joan of Arc, put away her long knife, bowed her head, and saluted with the etiquette of the archbishop.

Regardless of her status, the faith that was so devout that it was approved by the Lord was enough for her to hold the position of the largest bishop in any of the Crucifixes.

Even whichever Crucifixion, however she gets, can openly claim to be the orthodox sect closest to the Lord.