"Now that the real opponents have been selected, then I will clean up your group of miscellaneous fish first. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The sound of an urn sounded, and the remaining clerics looked up to see that the last Son of Slaughter, who had been standing still, was walking towards him.

"Trash fish? Who do you say are trash fish! I think the real trash fish is talking about yourself! ”

Many holy warriors and mercenaries angrily retorted at each other, how much they were usually admired, but now they were undisguised insults in front of the enemy, these priests naturally couldn't swallow this breath.

However, the Son of Slaughter did not reply, he just raised his left foot and stomped on the ground hard, and a huge crack appeared in the ground and extended towards the group of holy warriors.

"It's not good, get out of the way!"

Reesel's face changed dramatically at this time, and he shouted and pulled Mosley to the side to dodge, but the others were obviously a little late when they heard his warning.

These paladins tried desperately to move their bodies to evade them, but they found that their limbs felt like they were filled with lead, and they couldn't move a step no matter how sweaty they were......

"Click......"

The rift grew closer and closer to them, eventually forming a huge rift in the floor of the temple, causing all the clergy who could not escape to fall into the infinite void......

"You...... Bastard! ”

Although they were not dead when they fell into the void rift, as long as people with a little common sense knew that at this time, unless a legendary mage who was proficient in spells and changed the two factions personally took action, there was no way for the gods to find these people in the boundless astral boundary......

"It's boring."

The third Son of Slaughter glanced at Raythel with contempt, "I've seen many examples of mortals suddenly becoming stronger because of their anger, don't you have the ability to do that too?" Let me take a look, or I'll fall asleep with boredom. ”

"You...... Arrogant! ”

The paladin was furious, he had never been so despised before, and at that moment he drew his sword, shouted "Long live Tyr" and charged at the Son of Slaughter.

Moseley pulled out another magic scroll behind his back, and a pillar of light full of soft holy light energy immediately wrapped Raythel in it, this is the 6-ring divine technique "Dawn of Justice", which can allow an ordinary person to have a large amount of holy light energy in a short period of time, and for the paladin who has now lost his divine grace, this is undoubtedly the most effective divine skill for him to recover his strength in a short time.

"Die!"

The paladin leaped high in front of the Son of Slaughter, holding aloft his sword filled with divine energy, and struck at the enemy with a single move to slash Huashan.

But the Son of Slaughter didn't care, he just raised his head lazily, and then casually stretched out his left hand.

"It's your own death!"

The corners of Reesel's mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly, the other party actually dared to be so contemptuous of himself, just choosing to use one hand to deal with himself, you must know that the paladin is essentially different from the archbishop, even if they also lose their divine grace, the paladin still retains the physical fitness of a legendary professional.

However, it wasn't a bad thing for him to belittle, and it was just so good that he could make the Son of Slaughter pay dearly in this round, thus setting the tone for the outcome of the fight.

The sword filled with dazzling light pierced the air and made a piercing roar, and in an instant, it flew from mid-air to the head of the Slayer with a ribbon of bright gold.

Seeing that, Rayser's powerful attack was about to hit the opponent's head......

The surviving clergy all raised their cheers to their throats, their own people had just been pinched to death by the demon like pinching ants, but they were undoubtedly most thrilled to see their leader ready to help their dead companions avenge their hatred and defeat the mighty evil.

However, a strange scene happened, and Rayser's close blow was not able to be cut from beginning to end.

He seemed to be frozen in mid-air, no matter how green veins on his forehead erupted and his steel teeth crushed, he still couldn't finish this last move.

"Hey, that's boring."

The Son of Slaughter didn't know if it was sincere or deliberate, he sighed softly with a disappointed expression, this action was really embarrassing in the eyes of the other priests, and there was no more insulting action at this time......

"Boom ......"

With a wave of the Son of Slaughter's hand, Rayser's chest immediately seemed to be hit by an invisible sledgehammer, and the set of special armor for paladins of the transcendent level he was wearing appeared a huge dent, and at the same time, his people also flew out upside down like cannonballs, slamming into a pillar in the main hall.

"Since you're all so weak, I'd better send you on your way quickly."

The third Son of Slaughter said with a blank face, and he stepped out, and a strange feeling of body aggravation immediately appeared on the clergy and the mercenary, they finally knew why their captain in front of him had not been able to slash this final blow, and it was obvious that he was also disturbed by this strange position.

All the clergy chose to close their eyes and wait for death, and the remaining mercenaries laid down their weapons.

Since even legendary-level warriors can't fight against this kind of position, what hope do they have? You must know that even if there is a 1% chance, the priesthood will not give up on fighting against the forces of evil......

"Hmm...... Interesting......"

However, a few seconds passed, and instead of stepping forward to kill them as they had expected, the priests opened their eyes with difficulty, and found that the invincible being to them did not walk in this direction at all, but instead took a step towards a dark-haired woman on the right, and stretched out his hand to shoot three short spears as black as ink.

"Rubbing ......"

The woman didn't look back, but she swung her dagger like a long eye in the back of her head, and struck three short spears quickly in a moment's time, disintegrating the Slayer Son's attack.

"Miss Eight Dances......

The priesthood regained their excitement, and they were already desperate to see that this woman who had not shown much along the way was able to make moves under this strange position, and could easily block the attack of this invincible being, which made them suddenly seem to see the hope of survival.

It's a pity that the other party's subsequent words made these people feel depressed again......

"Don't bother me, I don't want to do anything with you for the time being, don't be unhappy yourself!" (To be continued.) )