Perometheus fell to the ground, and shivered as he watched Lilith and Basera blast at him at the same time, and the two eyes that held his soul suddenly cast a look of fear and hatred.

He looked at the two fireballs, the blazing red light illuminating his big ugly face, and he wanted to struggle to use the moonlight greatsword in his right hand as a temporary shield in front of his ugly face.

However, a hint of mental hesitation crossed his mind at that moment.

His afterglow glanced at the cyan glow that glowed from the greatsword, and his cloudy eyes revealed a look of disgust, and then he was not willing to let the moonlight greatsword withstand the frontal bombardment of the two fireball spells.

It seems that he still retains a trace of inseparable affection for the famous weapon that symbolizes his identity and glory during his lifetime.

Even though his consciousness at this time had been distorted by the alchemy of the poisonous vines.

So, in the end, he chose to block his left arm, which had been scorched by the flames, in front of his big head.

In the next second, two fireballs slammed into his thick, wounded arm, and a wave of hot heat rushed towards him along the edge of the skin of his arm.

Once again, he used his left arm to block spell attacks from the two caster ladies.

However, this was to no avail, as the four hooves he had used to support his entire body weight had been cut by Finn and Vercidis.

Even the loser's body has a certain degree of dexterity, but after all, his huge body is still too heavy. In addition to the two eyeballs that held his soul, the four hooves on the lower plate of his body can be said to be another lifeline after he occupied the body of the loser.

So—

"It's time to rest. Moon Swordmaster. ”

The next second after Perometheus fended off the two fireballs with his left arm, Vercidis' calm voice came down his head and into his eardrums without warning.

The Revenant of the Moon Sword Saint suddenly raised his gaze in surprise to find the black-haired man known as the Nightblade standing next to his head that had fallen to the ground. One foot was on his neck, and his ice-blue eyes met the two distinctive eyes on his head with a hint of pity.

The man was condescending, his cold gaze fixed on the target at his feet, raised his arms and raised the black scythe in his hand, aiming it at the two monster eyes that trembled under his gaze.

If you also have the innate ability called "Time Stand Still", and you pause time in this moment as Vercidis did the previous moment, then you may find that this frozen image seems to have a faint sense of pathetic sacredness.

Vercidis stomped on the monster's neck. With his scythe raised in both hands, his posture was like that of an executing grim reaper, but the leader of the Church in black armor was acting righteously. I intend to give a blessing to the monsters beneath my feet.

Perometheus looked like a hand-shaped death row inmate, but the former cleric had now become an ugly monster, and that sense of pathos came from him.

The monster's eyes flickered with two tears of light that seemed to be tears under the man's gaze.

His heart may be begging.

Or maybe it's praying.

The scythe in Vercidis' hand then swung a dark tail of flame downward, creating an arc in mid-air that resembled a moon. With a "poof" sound, the two eyeballs that held the soul of Perometheus were cut off from the monster's head.

The two eyeballs were glued to a bloated, rotting piece of flesh. Flew in the direction of the scythe swing to the side.

At this point, like a puppet puppet with a broken line, the body of the monster that originally belonged to the loser completely paralyzed the muscles of its whole body, and the desecrated and dirty and distorted breath of life quickly escaped from its body.

……

"Vercidis, the white-haired woman, fled."

After the battle between Finn, Lilith, Basera, Vercidis, and the Revenant of Perometheus, the Lizardmen warriors of the Greenpaw Tribe also eliminated all the Grey Mania wolves that had been transformed into undead creatures by the Poison Vine using magic scrolls.

On a high slope at the edge of the forest basin, the corpses of wild wolves could be seen lying on their sides.

The only regret is that the shepherd of the Demon Shepherd's Sect is poisonous. At this time, as reported by the lizardman chief Atasu, who led the dragon to Versidis, he successfully evacuated the place using a magic circle that could teleport a single person to another place.

At the time of the battle with the undead wolf pack. Atasu and the old lizardman shaman Guter, who was loyal to him, also tried their best to lead their lizardman cavalry to quickly approach the poisonous vines, but the undead group of gray-sideburned wolves was more resistant than they expected.

At that time, the undead wolves with soul fire in their eyes seemed to regard the poison vines as the supreme god in their hearts, and they were extremely tenacious in the battle against the lizardman cavalry, and their momentum could be summed up in one sentence: "If you want to hurt our gods, you must first step on our corpses." ”

As a result, the poison vine finally escaped using the magic scroll.

It's a bit of a shame.

However, the battle ended with the victory of everyone, so this post-war result cannot be said to be unacceptable.

"Have there been any casualties among your people?" After listening to Atasu's report on the results of the battle, Vercidis glanced sideways at the wolf carcasses strewn across the edge of the basin, looked at a lizardman warrior who was being supported by his companion to the side, and then turned his gaze to the lizardman chief in front of him and asked.

"How can a mere gray-sideburned wolf be the opponent of Greenpaw?" Atasu looked at Vercidis and replied with a hint of pride and pride, "My people and I are still alive, except that a fool accidentally fell off the dragon's back and broke his foot. ”

"That's good." Vercidis nodded.

Then, the dark-haired man turned around to glance at Lilith, who was standing with Barcela after the battle, and then looked back at Finn, who was walking to the body of the loser with a silver sword.

The young paladin stood in front of the corpse of the loser, who could still feel disgusting even when he died, and lowered his head as if searching for something around the monster's corpse.

After a while, he glanced sideways at the Moonlight Greatsword that was still held in the monster's hand, hesitated in his heart, and then did not rush to pick up the rumored weapon called the Holy Avenger, but first took steps in the opposite direction of the greatsword, and walked to the piece of flesh that stuck to the two eyeballs of Perometheus.

The two eyeballs that held the soul of the Moon Sword Saint squirmed slightly on the skin of the monster that had fallen to the ground.

He doesn't look dead yet.

But Finn didn't immediately stab the silver sword in his hand to completely eliminate him, but instead slowly crouched down, letting his eyes move closer to him, as if he wanted to communicate with him. (To be continued.) )