Becia had just happened to be passing through the White Beach, and when she heard about the celebration, she couldn't help but rush over, and when the adventurers and patrols fought over the way to deal with the beasts, she casually helped out in her mood.

But now, after guessing the identity of this patrol leader, she has to take this matter seriously.

Arrows of Pain, Cage of Pain, and Chains of Torture are all skills that can only be used by high-ranking followers of the goddess of abuse, Lauveta.

Lauvita, on the other hand, is probably one of the gods that Becia hates the most, just as the other party has always hated her, and their disagreement over the definition of happiness has led to an almost irresolvable animosity between the two.

The followers of Lauvita are like the gods they believe in, this group of perverts who are keen to inflict all kinds of torture do not discriminate because you are a commoner or a nobleman, whether you are an orc or a human, they only see sadism and abuse, and the joy that comes along the way.

Therefore, in order to avoid being evicted, they generally rarely operate openly in prosperous or virtuous areas, but slowly corrupt the rich and powerful in the city, and then reap greater and more happiness through them.

Now the captain of a patrol in Bow Valley turned out to be a believer in Lauveta, this matter is not serious on the surface, but by extension, whether there are more powerful people behind this patrol leader is also degenerate, if the answer is yes, things will be much more troublesome.

Although Becia had a lot of doubts in her heart, she also knew that now was not the time to think deeply.

Limited to the regulations of the Creation God, her level was suppressed to level 38, although there is a voter template, but a level 55 second-turn profession is still not something she can deal with alone, she must rely on the power of these adventurers.

Becia took out a red shuriken from her waist, flicked her wrist and threw it at Sherlock who fell to the ground, stabbing directly into the back of the opponent's heart.

The shuriken 'Spark' has always been a weapon she carries with her, and the divine power attached to it should be able to help the druid free himself from his pain and serve as a medium to receive her power.

System Prompt: You are affected by Guardian of Joy, the judgment is successful, and the torment of pain is canceled.

When Sherlock reopened his eyes, he found a layer of pink-white light surrounding him, and a circle of black energy was dissipating beyond.

"That Eevee can't hold it anymore!"

Bessia's voice came from behind, and Sherlock looked up to see what he had been worried about.

Bouie, who was struggling and wailing, two energy shackles restrained her limbs, and a long knife kept slashing through her body, and in less than half a minute, her health had dropped by 50%.

And Ai Gao, at this moment, also fell under a tree covered in blood, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Sherlock was about to step forward, but a small hand grabbed him from behind, and then a warm current passed through that hand.

This kind of energy is familiar to him, it is the power of the fire element, but it is not like the mysterious magic flame of silver fire, nor is it like the fierce flame mixed with rebelliousness and rage on the fire monkey, this fire element contains a kind of happiness and joy that makes people excited.

This happiness and joy and the pain and despair that were felt before are two completely opposite feelings, and they are much purer and more powerful than the latter.

For the first time, Sherlock felt the various properties of the fire element, and it turned out that with the change of temperature, the flame would also take on different states, mysterious, warm or violent.

"Flame is both burning and destroying, but it can also bring new life and hope."

After Becia finished speaking, she let go of her hands, and then stumbled to the ground, she didn't expect the other party's body to withstand so much of her divine power.

And in the contact just now, she also made an even more surprising discovery, this druid's body actually has traces of the flow of three kinds of divine power at the same time, Tajans, Mystra and Sandakol, this trace is not a one-time input like her, it must be nourished for a long time to appear.

What is this druid trying to do, it's just playing with fire, oh, he's really playing with fire now.

The moment Becia let go of her hand, a figure covered in flames had already run out.

Sherlock's charge was louder than any before, for he was almost unable to grasp the power of the newfound flames, and had to allow them to escape from his body.

He urgently needed to vent this power now, and Pilu, who was not far away, was the best person to vent.

At this time, Vilu was enjoying the pleasure of torturing others, and he was also a beat slower for other sensing abilities, and the distance between the two sides was not far away, and when he felt the scorching fire element, a huge flame crashed into his body.

-461！

This charge of gunpowder seemed to open a gate, and every cell in Sherlock's body was activated by the stimulation of the fire element.

The right foot slashed a circle on the ground, and a burst of fire erupted from the elbow of the right arm, causing the whole arm to swing out.

Flame Burst Punch!

-725！

The figure with the long knife in hand could not control its body under this force, and flew backwards, smashing several rocks before stopping.

"Poof!" Spat out a mouthful of blood, holding back his anger, he raised his knife and rushed at the fiery red figure, he wanted to let the other party know the consequences of disturbing his execution.

In the face of this fatal knife, Sherlock did not dodge or dodge, and the fist under the blessing of the devil's claw technique went forward to meet it, and with the blessing of skills, even if it came into contact with the weapon with his bare hands, he would not be harmed.

Rumble!

The collision between the long knife and the flames, neither side retreated, but the black energy wrapped around the black knife blade made a "sizzle" sound under the burning of the flames on Sherlock's body.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Pilu withdrew his long knife and was about to retreat.

But when Sherlock saw that the flames on his body could restrain the opponent's long knife, how could he let Pilu run away so easily.

Blazing Roar!

"Roar!" A pillar of fiery flame three feet wide erupted from his mouth, engulfing the retreating Pilu in an instant.

It was like dry wood encountering a blazing fire, and the entire black knife burned in an instant, and in the crackling burning sound, people with high enough perception could faintly hear a burst of unwilling roars from the center of the flames.

After burning for more than ten seconds, the flame on the black knife was finally extinguished, and as a few wisps of black smoke drifted away from the knife, Pilu found that all the patterns and light on his long knife were gone, leaving only a piece of rusty iron, which was shattered into three sections with a little force.

"Executioner, my executioner!"