"God gave me over to the ungodly, and cast me into the hands of the wicked—"

Old Joseph murmured in a hoarse voice like a crow, and silver-gray poisonous fire flowed from his eyes like a cry.

The thick, lacquer-thick, silver-gray fluid hung on his skin, causing his skin to bubble and melt in an instant.

"He will take me by the neck, and will cast me to the ground, and will break my inwards, and pour out my gall to the ground."

The poisonous fire gradually boiled with his prayers.

A silver-gray metallic glow flickered violently across his face until the part below him was almost completely covered by the silver-gray poisonous fire, burning and twisting, melting in the fire like an inferior plastic doll.

"My days are coming to an end, and my hope is gone."

The pain of burning the flesh and skin only made Joseph's cheeks tremble violently, but he did not cry out, nor interrupt his prayers.

In fact, the pain of chanting this prayer was far less than Joseph Sr. had imagined.

The silver-gray poisonous fire was not as hot as a real flame, but it corroded and melted the face like a thick acid.

The intense pain lasted only a moment, and then there was a itch in the places where the poisonous fire had flowed.

The flesh and skin are being reconstituted -

Joseph Sr. was well aware of this.

And it's not just your own face. The silver-gray poisonous fire flowed through the corroded and porous skin into the body, and everywhere it went, a sharp pain flashed, followed by a healing itch.

If it's just one place, this kind of itching can even be considered enjoyable. But once the scale is expanded to the whole body, this itch that cannot be scratched immediately becomes a form of torture.

Even he could feel his soul being corrupted by the poisonous fire.

The soul alienation that brought Joseph Sr. when he entered the Silver Tier. At this moment, it was burned by the poisonous fire that swarmed up, leaving only an old soul full of holes.

Then the silver-gray flames parted and plunged headlong into his broken soul like a nymph, scorching the rotten soul from the depths.

No, that's tempering—

"Now I have a dry grave as my house. Floating earth as a tomb, decay as a father, insects and ants as a mother-"

As Joseph Sr. whispered, sporadic silver-gray sparks erupted from his throat.

Joseph Sr. felt his soul be bombarded with a sledgehammer, and his body trembled violently, as if he were about to slip out of his mouth if he was not careful.

Finally, the silver-gray poisonous fire in his eyes finally flowed out.

The once cloudy pupils in his eyes are now shining like a mirror.

In the depths of the silver-black pupils like steel and mirrors, a faintly invisible gray-white flame danced quietly.

Prayer is nearing the end of the phase. Old Joseph felt something, and opened his mouth suddenly.

As if pushed out by the tremendous pressure in his body, a silver-gray stream of fire suddenly erupted from Joseph Sr.'s throat and flew straight towards Kruvien.

Unexpectedly, the moment the flowing fire entered Kruvien's attack range, it was intercepted in the air by the flying shield and smashed into pieces.

Then, the fire exploded. It burned like a liquid and splashed everywhere and fell to the ground, igniting all living things on the ground.

The flames on Joseph Sr. subsided.

His soul had been alienated again in the fire.

For the second time in his life. Stepped into the Silver Tier.

So without hesitation, he sang the last line of the prayer of despair: "...... By the mercy of the Lord, he gave me an eternal sleep. ”

Suddenly, gray-white flames exploded around him.

If Roland's silver-white flame shone like silver, and Claudia's silver-white aura was as pure and calm as moonlight, then Joseph Sr.'s gray-white poisonous fire gave people a texture like bone marrow dripping gradually.

But it is undeniable that at this moment, Joseph Sr. looked serene and solemn. As sacrosanct as a saint burned to death by a foolish.

As he raised his left hand slightly, his left hand suddenly turned into a solid gray-white flame, and rockets flew out of his left hand at a rapid pace, drawing an arc to approach Kruvien.

The Mountain Shield Guardian flicked his blade shield to the rattle of steel chains. One by one, the rockets exploded in the air, and large fragments of flame fell from the sky, and Cruvien and Claudia were gradually surrounded by the sea of fire formed by these gray flames.

That's it...... As Joseph Sr. said, Kruvien had a huge flaw that could not be repaired.

That is, compared to ordinary shield defenders, his ability to defend continuously is too weak.

Fortunately, in the face of a large number of attacks in one go, Kruvien was able to sweep the shield and stop all the attacks in one go.

However, if Kruvien were attacked at high frequency in front of and behind him at the same time, then Kruvien would completely lose the ability to defend either side.

In detail, this "high frequency" means that the interval between two attacks in the same direction is shorter than the period at the fastest rotation speed of the Kruvenon Shield.

Joseph Sr. looked indifferently at Kruvien, his mirror-clear pupils taking in the two of them.

No doubt. The best way to increase the rev of Kruvien without changing his power is to shorten the chains in his hands. But that also means a reduction in Kluvine's maximum defensive range, which means a reduction in the margin for error.

And Joseph Sr. had no fear that Kruvien would find his place by pushing back from the rocket's trajectory.

Shooting rockets in an arc trajectory by himself was an effective solution, and at the same time, as long as Kruvine didn't want the woman behind him to be hit by poisonous fire and her bones turned into flames and exploded into a pile of shredded flesh, he had to continue to intercept the attack for her in the same place.

Thinking like this, Joseph Sr. did not hesitate to speed up the frequency of his attacks. Now more than ten rockets per second are hitting Kruvien in different directions, and Kruvien has to speed up the speed of the shield to not be hit.

As the speed increased, the chains in Kruvian's hands became shorter and shorter, and in order to prevent the chains that linked the shield from hitting Claudia, he scolded Claudia to crouch down, and his own movements became more frequent.

“…… That's not going to work. ”

Old Joseph looked at his left arm, which was beginning to melt like wax, frowned slightly, and muttered in a low voice.

Most of the attacks of the martyrs come at the cost of their own life force. If you can effectively hit the enemy, you can also draw life force from the enemy and feed back to you.

But Kruvian's defense was so effective that Joseph Sr. could even feel the fingers of his left hand melt to his second knuckle.

That's right, from the moment he became a martyr, he had the consciousness of using himself up as a consumable in one go.

However, he still wanted to live.

And......

Finally, Joseph Sr. turned his gaze to Claudia, who was quietly crouching in place.

He couldn't help but squint his eyes.

Joseph Sr.'s skin, which had been burned by fire, had now been restored, the wrinkles had disappeared, and the new skin was as smooth and smooth as a young man's skin.

But his forehead, above the corners of his eyes, and on the left and right sides of his cheekbones, was still the same old, wrinkled, inelastic skin.

Two snow-white marks like traces of tears slipped down the corners of his eyes, widening wider and wider, down to his chin. And the chin is the smoothest part of the whole face. If you wear that kind of mask that only shows your chin, no one will know that he is an old man who has two years to live.

From a distance, Joseph Sr. looked like a teenager disguised as an old man, and then his makeup was washed away by tears, or half of it was torn off.

"Humph......"

Joseph Sr. looked at Claudia, who was protected by Cruvien, and suddenly showed a disdainful sneer.

It's fine if she gets up and fights. Joseph Sr. would look at her differently.

But she just hid behind others...... It's the mountain man now, so it's okay. But what if she hides behind Lord Orlando in the future, and thus drags down Lord Orlando?

Useless vases.

Joseph Sr. mentally commented on Claudia.

It's better to kill-

Feeling the absence of his left hand, Joseph Sr. felt even more murderous in his heart.

Besides, it would be much easier to kill Kruvien that way......

"Lord Orlando will forgive me......"

Thinking like this, Joseph Sr. did not hesitate to shift the target of the attack from Cruvien to Claudia, and then greatly increased the frequency of the attack. (To be continued......)