Yes, a protective case with a spherical shield - an invisible protective cover is now on the body of the Marshallese priest.

The evil priest was dumbfounded.

That's the Templar Church's Five-Ring Divine Technique.

A grumpy person doesn't necessarily fail to handle the details, just as the Marshallese priest often gives the impression of being rough and fanatical, but in fact, he has accumulated a wealth of experience and experience from the years while his life has been robbed of by the years, and he has also used the expertise of the priests of war to start his own divine prayer a few seconds ago when he attacked the priest of Mercas.

Just as veterans on the battlefield are more likely to sniff out danger and make judgments in advance than recruits, the Marshallese Priest doesn't know that Priest McCass doesn't have a long awakening talent, but he knows that a protective magic is certainly not a bad thing to put on himself when he charges the enemy.

The old priest's experience in battle over the years reminded him that he had set one on himself, and it turned out that his modest precautions helped him to prevent the sneak attack of Priest Mercas, and he was right.

Priest McCasse stared blankly at the half of the face facing him sideways from the Marshallese priest.

After a blink of an eye, the Marshallese priest said nothing, and immediately picked up the hammer in his hand and turned around and charged at him.

"Don't... Stay back! The wicked priest cried out.

The look on his face changed back to panic, and Priest McCas hurriedly stepped back, hurriedly throwing the flail in his right hand against the old priest's heavy war hammer.

The flaws of the flail weapon were exposed at this moment.

Although the separate design of the handle and hammer makes it easier for the flail user to inflict fatal internal injuries on enemies, and there is little to no sensation of shaking hands when the weapons of both sides collide, this weapon that requires a certain amount of skill to use well is sometimes not a good block compared to the offensive advantage.

For example, now, when the heavy warhammer of the Marshallese priest smashed into Priest McCass with a burning whirring wind, the chain flail in Priest McCas's hand was suddenly knocked away with a "poof" like a bug with a mantis arm as a car, and the warhammer hit the priest's chest with a heavy muffled sound in the next moment.

The priest opened his mouth and vomited, and a mouthful of blood welled up in his throat.

He heard a few "clicks" in his chest, and then flew backwards on all fours in an exaggerated position.

The old priest raised his head slightly, staring at Priest McCas's toes off the ground with a fierce gaze without mercy, the prayer in his mouth stopped abruptly, and a higher-level crosslight gun suddenly appeared on his left hand wrapped around the emblem bracelet.

It was the same level and the same ring, the mid-level five-ring magic of the Templar Church.

The eyes of the Marshallese priest were unconfused, and he raised his left arm and threw the crosslight gun in his left hand at Officer McCas in mid-air.

The spear was like lightning, killing the traitors of the church with a fanatical judgment.

McCass Priest consciousness remains. He stared at the cross-light spear that the Marshallese priest threw at him in mid-air, his blood-soaked lips struggling to recite a divine prayer, and his trembling left hand barely lifted the emblem on the bracelet to perform the divine spell.

As a five-ring divine technique, it was a little more difficult for him, and in the case of time urgency, he did not have the confidence to complete a mid-level divine magic prayer in time, so he had to bite the bullet and quickly complete a low-level protective divine prayer, and then raised his hand to cast the name of the three-ring divine technique directly in front of him.

An energy shield immediately formed a barrier in front of him.

Unfortunately, the protective ability was undoubtedly a lot worse, and the resulting crosslight gun "clanged" through the standing barrier in front of Officer McCas, as if it had smashed something invisible, and then accompanied by a bloody and sacred scene that pierced Officer McCas's chest.

The evil priest's eyes widened, and his pupils narrowed infinitely into two small dots of terror.

The cross-shaped spear pierced through his white robe and chain mail, pierced through his lungs and through his back, and then shattered into a cloud of light and vanished, leaving his body with a bloody hole falling from mid-air.

He fell to the ground like a sponge wrapped in a layer of iron and white cloth.

The Marshallese priest shrugged his shoulders and brought the flaming heavy hammer back to his shoulder, and he began to look up at the old priest's face condescendingly.

"Lord Priest, ......," he opened weakly.

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly saw the old priest lift his iron-clad boots and stomp on his seriously wounded chest, while raising the hammer of his right hand and smashing his left wrist around the bracelet of the Holy Emblem.

Two intense pains immediately bit his nerves from his chest and left hand, and his body trembled, feeling as if he had seen the plane gate of the Dead Country at this moment, and an unbearable stinging pain immediately choked the blood out of his mouth again, dragging him back to the cruel reality.

In this way, after deposing the traitor's left hand, the Marshallese priest stepped on the priest Mercas, who had lost the ability to resist, and looked down coldly at the latter lying on the ground and let out a few painful coughs.

After a while, feeling that the breath of the priest's breath had slowed down a little—or even weaker—the old priest raised the war hammer in his hand and pointed it at the center of the priest's eyebrows, and made a sound.

"McCass, I remember we had a relationship in the past. You were my student at that time, and I was so impressed by your timid and fearful personality that I criticized you for making your faith in justice less firm and even degraded by evil! "Now, then, tell me, you shameless traitor!" he retorted in a dwarven voice. Tell me, who gave you the courage to betray the Church? Who! ”

The roaring question fell, and the old priest stared down at Priest McCas's misty and weak eyes.

There was a brief silence.

Three seconds later—

"Lord Priest... My former mentor...... Please, give me a break from it. The wicked priest looked wearily at the old priest's face, and slowly uttered his last request in a pleading tone, "I'm tired... Really tired...... Please let me rest. ”

Little by little, after spitting out the last words in his heart along with the blood in his throat, a long-lost smile appeared on his face, as if he was about to be spiritually relieved.

No more hideous, no longer fearful, no longer distorted, so pious that all that is left is a desire to let go of all sleepiness.

The pressure of faith crushed the last of his spiritual base, and perhaps, as the Marshallese priest criticized him, his character was not suitable to be a high-ranking priest of the Templar in the first place.

The old priest looked down at Priest McCas's face.

After a breath of time, the aged Priest Hurenger's eyes widened with his teeth, and he let out a roar like an enraged beast, and then picked up the hammer in his hand and slammed it into Officer McCas's head.