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What he didn't expect was that the other party actually flashed to his side like a ghost, and the war hammer made of steel smashed into his waist.

Lancet twisted his waist as hard as he could, trying to dodge the heavy blow.

The hammer slashed across his waist with the sound of the wind, and despite Ranster's best efforts, the priestess struck him firmly on the back.

The witcher let out a muffled grunt and rolled sideways, dodging Ivan with another hammer on his head.

"Hopefully that moment doesn't hurt you a lot, because we're just getting started." The priestess spoke, expressionless, as she pinned her hammer back to her waist and took out a emblem from behind her, also made of stainless steel.

"Damn it!" Seeing the other party's movements, Lancet ignored the pain in his lower back, and suddenly kicked his legs straight and threw himself at the priestess.

If Evan was allowed to use the emblem to perform his magic, he believed that two more of them would never be the match for this female priest.

Two throwing knives flew out of Lancet's hand and hit the scale armor of the opponent's body, unable to move an inch at all. The priestess held the emblem in both hands and prayed a prayer from her mouth.

"My lord Kord, grant me the wrath of God and let your enemies cry out in fear!"

The emblem in Ivan's hand glowed red, and the god of power had clearly responded to his devout followers.

The next moment, a sky-high red light burst out from the Holy Emblem, and the phantom of a god of power suddenly appeared, and the red-haired and red-bearded giant swung his giant sword and slashed towards the retreating Lancet.

"Die of fear, mortal." The priestess regained her grip on the hammer in her hand, and she wanted the murderer in front of her, whose hands were stained with her brother's blood, to die slowly in despair.

Affected by Evan's fear spell, Lancet can now only see visions of the desperate gods. His chest heaved violently, his mind clearly dominated by her.

The priestess walked over, but Lancet couldn't see him at all. Evan raised his hammer and slammed it down on the witcher's head.

"Die!" She shouted through gritted teeth.

At this moment, a pitch-black phantom swept across the female pastor's cheek like a sharp knife, if it weren't for her subconsciously tilting her head, I believe that her throat had been pierced at this time.

"Lancet, don't be affected by her fear spell, it's all an illusion!" Ed flapped his wings and flew back into the air, screaming incessantly.

"Wake up!"

"You can't die here yet!"

Raven's words seemed to have some effect, and a struggling expression appeared on Ranster's face, and his originally dull eyes seemed to be about to regain their clarity.

Ivan who was closest to him immediately saw the change in Lancet and knew that he might be about to break free from the illusion.

The priestess did not hesitate any longer, and once again swung her mallet and slammed it at his head.

Without hesitation, Ed possessed and rushed towards Ivan, knowing that if his master died, he would lose all of his current abilities and become a normal raven.

It swooped down quickly towards the priestess, not expecting a single blow to hurt or kill her, as long as it could interrupt her movements, it would buy Lancet a little time.

Out of the corner of his eye, Ivan caught a glimpse of the raven rushing over, and a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth. That's the opportunity she was waiting for.

The warhammer in the priestess's hand changed direction and slashed towards the place where Eddard had flown from. The raven fluttered its wings and dodged the mace's flight downward, but did not see the hand that Evan had reached behind his back.

A steel shield taken from the priestess's back slammed into Ed's body, and it let out a short wail, and its whole body slammed against the stone wall, falling to the ground with the black feathers falling in all directions.

The raven struggled to get up, but its deformed body was completely unable to support its head, its mouth was slightly open, and its small agile eyes lost their original brilliance.

There was a sound of footsteps coming from far and near, and then a leather boot stomped directly on the raven's head.

The priestess lifted her foot to look at Ed, who had become shattered, and let out a sneer.

"The annoying little guy is dead, now it's ......'s turn," Ivan said, turning his head, only to see a flaming sword slashing at his neck.

The priestess leaned back, the sword in Lancet's hand slashing through her fragile throat, but failing to cut her head off.

Blood poured out from the wound in Evan's throat, and the priestess stepped back against the stone wall, with a strange smile on her face.

"Look...... Come...... It's me...... Careless...... ......" Blood poured out of her mouth with every word she spoke, but the priestess didn't seem to care at all about her dying life.

Her hand pressed against her neck, a soft white light flashed, and the wound that had just spurted blood was gone.

Ranster glanced at Ed's corpse on the ground and didn't speak, he just pursed his lips, and the knuckles that had been clenched by the overexertion of the hilt of his sword turned a little white.

"Don't worry, you'll be able to accompany it in a moment." Evan twisted his neck and flicked the hammer in his hand, and lightning and thunder surrounded the weapon, as if it could explode at any moment.

Ranster took a deep breath to calm himself down and began to work hard to find the female priestess's weaknesses.

Evan didn't give him a chance, and the priestess snorted coldly and hurried to Ranster's side, the hammer swinging at his chest again.

The spike-head mallets filled with lightning and thunder and the long swords swept the flames collided violently, like a brilliant death firework blooming in the dark night.

Ranster was clearly superior in power suppression, and he pushed the priestess away, the sword in his hand slashing at the other party in quick succession.

Ivan set up his deputy's steel shield, and Lancet's fierce attack left her with only the power to parry.

The priestess knew that her strength was no match for the other party, so she wisely chose to change tactics. She put away the hammer in her main hand and pulled out the emblem behind her once more.

Once again, the incantation of prayer rang out from Evan's mouth, and once again the emblem glowed red in response.

Ranster seized the opportunity to be distracted by the priestess by the incantation, and the sword in his hand smoothly wiped through the gap under her shield, slicing Evan's legs in leather boots.

The priestess resisted the pain in her heart and insisted on reciting the incantation. The dazzling red light shot out from the emblem again, hitting Ranster's body directly.

A sensation different from the burning flames instantly enveloped the witcher's body, and he gave up continuing to attack the priestess who was already half-kneeling, and reflexively and quickly left her side.