I have to admit that the ability of the holy warrior to pray for divine art is necessarily much inferior to that of the priest.

Finn was better at using Divine Magic as a secondary means for melee combat than Prayer Magic, so it took him a full three seconds to prepare the Shield Technique, a three-ring magic technique.

Of course, as the saying goes, you get what you pay for, and the effect of the magic technique that he spent three seconds praying to complete was naturally not weak.

Shielding is the Templar's three-ring magic, and Death Coil is a rank in the sorcery system.

Neither Finn nor Poison Vine are professional spellcasters, the two magical energies of this defense and attack collide with each other in front of the young man, and then cancel each other out, and the breath of death collides with the white protective shield and disperses, and the white protective shield also "snaps" and cracks, and then shatters into countless small particles in piles and disappears.

After the attack and defense between magic and magic ended, the monster named Loser also rushed to a position not far from Finn with four horse hooves.

At this time, Finn had already entered the sweeping range of the loser's rotating arm, and the loser did not hesitate at all, and immediately picked up the thick arm that had just been injured and smashed it at Finn again.

Seeing that the monster in front of him raised his arms to attack him again without long memory, the look in Finn's eyes was also a panny, and then his legs were bent on his knees, and with the help of the agility attribute strengthened to 18 points by the inherited talent, he buried his head and immediately went to the side to avoid the sweep of the loser's arm with a tumbling motion.

He felt a whistling wind sweep across the tips of his hair.

The loser's thick arm swept through the air with terrifying power, and the young paladin freed his left hand, held the dirt under his feet with his hand to stop his tumbling momentum, and then raised his head, and the scene in front of him had changed to the biceps exposed in front of his eyes after the loser's thick arm bye.

The muscles of the loser's arm had a rotten swelling in his eyes, like a mess of several blue-gray steel bars tied together irregularly.

Finn held his breath. Gripping the iron sword burning with black flames in his hand, he put his left hand back on the hilt of the sword, and thrust the sword forward with both arms.

The sound of muscle tearing and blood splattering was repeated.

"Uh-huh-mm!" An extremely unpleasant scream came from the crack in the long mouth of the monster's head.

The sword in the young man's hand was still burning with dark flames.

Although the visual effects presented by the Blessing of the Flame are dark, the effect of this skill is indeed to add divine and fire magic damage to the weapon, and since the loser has the attribute characteristics of both the demon and the undead, the magic damage of the divine attribute is especially painful for it.

So. If he had to put himself in his shoes, Fein could understand the pain that the loser felt because of his blow.

But at the same time, he did not pity the monster.

Shred.

"Poof!"

Suddenly, after flipping his wrist and twisting the iron sword that had been stabbed into the loser's arm, Finn heard a nauseous sound of the epidermis popping from under the skin somewhere on the loser's body.

He could hear what the sound meant.

It was the tentacle that the loser hid in his body.

When he first entered the game, he saw players on his team being honeycombed by dozens of tentacles ejected from the loser's body.

So he immediately contentedly took the sword in his hand with a black flame and pulled it out of the wound on the loser's arm, then changed the short handle of the iron sword to his right palm and held it in one hand, leaned sideways and stretched out his left hand in the direction he was glancing at, and a tentacle that the loser exploded out of his chest really whipped at him like a whip at this moment.

With his left hand, he grabbed the paladin badge strung around the bracelet.

The situation looked against him for a while. The poisonous vine sat on the loser's shoulder and looked down on it all with a sneer, and the Patriarch knew that as soon as one of the loser's tentacles hit him, the dozen or so tentacles would follow.

She was almost certain that the elven girl Arya would repeat the tragedy that had happened in front of her eyes not long ago, except that the protagonist of the tragedy had been changed from Arya to Finn.

But she likes to appreciate such tragedies, especially those of the enemy.

However, the white-haired Patriarch saw a holy white light light light on the emblem in Finn's left palm.

The holy white light stinged her eyes for a moment, and she subconsciously raised a hand to cover her eyes and skimmed her head, and the loser's tentacles slammed into the light. Then it suddenly retracted as if it had touched the surface of the hot sun.

A wisp of green smoke then rose from the tip of the tentacle, as if it had been burned by some divine power.

"What did you do to this kid?" Wait until the light fades quickly. Poison vine turned his head and stared at the paladin badge in Finn's hand, feeling the loser take a small step back with her weight.

The young man raised his gaze and glanced at the poisonous vine, but did not answer, but quickly fell back without leaving any flaws and quickly exited the range of the loser's next blow.

As for the white light that lit up in his hand just now?

That's holy healing.

Three times a day, he used the Holy Healing Skill to use it once on the losper's tentacle that he drew towards him, and then relied on his own perceptual attribute value that had been strengthened by the inherited talent to deal a really terrifying magic damage to the loser.

In the previous game's gaming career. The reason why he can stand out from the crowd of players is that in addition to his natural talent for games, he also has a terrifying memory ability.

In the past, in gaming circles, players had a term used to describe a strong memory, called "backboard".

The so-called "backplane". Broadly speaking, it refers to the ability to "forcibly memorize a certain range of data plates", and Fein happened to be a gamer who was very good at backboards.

As a result, the loser's offensive seemed swift, but all the actions it made were nothing more than a replay of a few fragments of memory in Finn's mind.

The young paladin didn't even need to look at it to memorize the alchemy monster's moves.

Therefore, the tentacles that exploded from the chest of the loser failed to hit the young man who had long been aware of prevention.

At this time, thanks to the time that Fein had bought with his sword, Lilith then recovered from a brief period of dizziness.

The black-haired warlock girl raised her eyes to look at the monster and woman in front of the young paladin, and without saying a word, raising the staff was a fireball spell aimed at the poisonous vines.

Lilith's fireball technique was taken by surprise, and a look of fear suddenly appeared on the face of the poisonous vine.

The black-dressed, white-haired matriarch saw the blazing fireball sweeping through the air beside the young paladin, flying towards her with a terrifying roar, and immediately shouted at the alchemy monster under her seat: "Loser, protect me!" (To be continued.) )