Pastor Richard lay on the hospital bed with his eyes closed and pretended to be dead, doing his best to restrain the changes in his facial muscles, and he silently counted the time, two and a half hours had passed since he woke up.

As the unofficial Chosen of the God of War, Reverend Richard's system has long been unusual, he is immune to almost all toxins, yes, almost, at least the weapon used by that damn assassin carries some kind of continuous damage that he is not immune to.

The wound under his ribs could not heal, and it also affected his nervous system for a time, causing him to lose consciousness, and as for the later treatment of him by Mrs. Keighrie, Richard only wanted to say one thing -.

From a distance of one meter, Reverend Richard could smell the healing potions and bandages, had all these Mrs. Keighrie drunk to the point of losing their sense of smell?

If it weren't for the paralysis of the assassin hiding in the shadows, Richard Priest really wanted to jump up and slap the doctor to death, and the unsuccessful foreign priest, the god of war has given his followers so many magic skills, you have learned a frustrating war cry, plus a morale boost?

How did this uneducated pastor graduate from school? Who gave him a priesthood certificate?

Priest Richard could only secretly warn himself not to be angry, not to be angry, anger would cause his heart to beat faster, blood pressure to rise, and it would be easy for the assassin to see the flaws.

He admired the Assassin very much, and until now Richard had not seen the true face of the Assassin, and could only tell by the angle and force of his own piercing that the other party was a woman, and of course it could be a thin male.

There was no smell, no footsteps, no sense of threat, it was a professional assassin who was good at shadow stealth, and Richard guessed that the other party was the remnant of the Shadow Order.

Reverend Richard, who listened intently to his surroundings with his eyes closed, was more perceptual than the other rough men in the room, and he could vaguely sense the presence of the assassin, but the sound of multiple breaths in the small space masked the faint sense of presence.

Priest Richard was a little helpless, his injuries were a bit serious, he would definitely not be able to catch the assassin, and it was possible to let the other party evacuate immediately, he came back this time to do business, and if he was targeted by a shadow assassin, he wouldn't have to do anything.

This group of Mrs. Kithrie is completely doing the opposite, all of them have developed sweat glands, and they are full of alcohol, even if they are full of alcohol, in two and a half hours, fourteen people let out forty-seven farts, what's the matter, they ate farts collectively last night?

Reverend Richard felt that the air in the chamber was starting to grow heavy, but he could only continue to breathe with a blank face, and every puff had that heavy, disgusting texture, and the only thing that made him happy was that the Assassin was also 'enjoying' it all with him in the corner.

He guessed right.

Saryl was starting to get a little impatient, the two helpers who were supposed to be constantly putting pressure on Lady Keighrie hadn't moved for twelve minutes, and it must have been those Lady Keighrie's allies who had arrived.

Obviously, the strength of that group of Seris is a bit beyond their expectations, in the information given by the Dawn Church, that group of Seris is a little stronger than other aliens, but it is also extremely limited, but the current situation is obviously unexpected,

As an assassin, the most annoying thing for Saril is accidents, a small accident can lead to the failure of the entire plan, resulting in the death of all those involved in the plan, and the strength of the misjudged target is the most serious accident, and it is unknown how many assassins have died from this kind of mistake throughout the ages.

If it was before, Saryl would have retreated decisively, waiting for the information to be reconfirmed before launching a new plan, but now she sent someone to the fence, this is the first mission she has carried out on behalf of the Dawn Church, it is an exam, and she can't just give up on it.

Sariel felt that the situation outside was out of control, and her only chance was that the environment inside the building had not changed, the target was still lying there, and the Lady Keshli was still unthreatening.

She had hoped to wait for Richard to take his last breath, or for her two companions to enter the building, kill all the Lady Kesley, and then kill the priest of the god of war, without a little blood on her own hands.

But now it seems that she can only take a risk, but fortunately, Saryl always likes to do Plan B.

If she did it herself, of course, Saryl didn't want to expose herself, and she was worried that the traces left by using the Shadow Order's weapons would reveal her whereabouts, so she prepared four ignition points in the building in advance.

Thankfully, Mrs. Kithrie was a heavy drinker and had so much of an inclinary that she only needed to light a fire to cover up all traces of herself before she could get out.

Having made the decision, Saryl wasted no time and immediately got into action.

The entire basement was lit with four magic crystal lamps, all the portable light sources that Lady Keshley had carried, and the interplay of light and shadow allowed thick and faint shadows to spread throughout the room, giving Saryl the best cover, but she needed more shade now.

Saryl reached out and popped out a throwing knife, knocking down one of the magic crystal lamps, causing it to fall in a specific direction, and the change in the position of the light source immediately caused a complex displacement of the shadow position in the room.

Most of the players in the secret room subconsciously looked in the direction of the lamp, only Vladimir immediately felt an alarm bell in his heart, and his eyes turned to the direction of Richard Priest!

There, in the flickering light and shadow, a woman with a scimitar was slashing the scimitar at Reverend Richard's throat with a smile!

Saintel used the ability of shadow jumping to get to Pastor Richard the moment she started, slashing her throat with a scimitar in one hand, and firing three throwing knives with the other hand, hitting the other three magic crystal lamps respectively, making the light source in the secret room chaotic and preparing her to escape.

In the flickering of light and shadow, Saryl suddenly saw Pastor Richard staring at a pair of eyes in the dark, and in the next second, a powerful big hand grabbed her wrist holding the scimitar, and compared to the opponent's incomparably slender wrist, it was broken on the spot by a huge force.

"Got you!" Reverend Richard grinned, leaped to his feet in the midst of countless shocked gazes, and shook the assassin's joints off before Saryl could break his wrist.

Vladimir felt as if he had watched a whole horror movie, and it wasn't until the end that he realized that it was actually a thriller and mystery film, so that his heart was a little overwhelmed, and he was suffocating and his face was red.

Priest Richard covered the open wound under his rib with one hand, and carried the assassin like a chicken with the other: "Why are you still stunned, find someone to treat the wound for me again, and then change the place, this is almost stinking to death!" ”