Looking at the man who suddenly emerged from the ground, Artoria was a little surprised, but more relieved.

"Finally don't have to die here!"

As a human being, both flesh and blood, Artoria certainly harbored a fear of death. The moment Shenwei's blade fell, extreme fear exploded in her mind, she wanted to scream, she wanted to escape, but she was so scared that she didn't even have the last trace of strength.

What makes her even more desperate is that she died fruitless and worthless. If she hadn't stopped Bishop Abel and his "Divine Guard" (and she couldn't have done so), then who would have saved the children? Is it by that god-like monk? Or are you out there busy robbing and setting fires to the strongholds?

But then, seeing the huge green vine that was holding the Divine Guard in its terrifying mouthpiece, Artoria's heart sank again.

"Moder the Apostate!"

Like a mental rollercoaster, Artoria's liver sinks, then rises, and then slams down. And this time it was smashed harder, more desperate than the last time.

This is Model! The dark hero wanted by the whole empire! S-class criminals! Bounty 300 pounds for outlaws!

As a sheriff, Artoria is naturally familiar with the most wanted criminals in the Empire, and the crimes of this apostate are even more unspeakable! It's a demon who shows no mercy to women and children! If it falls into his hands...... Not only herself, but even those children fell into his hands......

Rather than falling into the hands of this guy, Artoria even thought that being sacrificed by blood might be a good option.

"Are you really going to plant here today?"

Her heart roared unwillingly, and she used all her strength and courage to hope that she could move again.

But it was all in vain, and she broke her bones. It is estimated that it was broken when she was pressed against the wall by the Shenwei just now, and because of the effect of adrenaline, the pain was temporarily ignored by her.

However, it can be seen from this that the empire has demonized Moder into something, of course, this may also be related to the fact that the magistrate of Altoria is too too young, too simple Tucson to stare at the papal mansion.

"Crunch!"

The giant vine shook frantically, slamming the guard against the wall, and the viscous digestive juice began to cover the whole body of the demon armor, making a "squeak" sound. A terrible smell flowed down the cracks in the armor.

Model's strategy is very simple, since your angel magic armor is hard and strong enough, and you can't pry it open by relying on green vines, then don't pry it, bypass the magic armor to attack the manipulator inside. Without the manipulator, the armor is nothing more than an expensive pile of iron sheets.

The seam design of the Archangel Demon Armor made the people inside unlucky. If it is a Beamon or Shi, even if it is a cyclops-type magic armor that is one order lower than the archangel, whether the giant vine can wrap itself around that huge torso is still two words, and it is even more difficult for the digestive juice to break through the barrier of the shell, and it is even more difficult to kill the demon armorer.

And the Archangel Demon Armor...... There are gaps all over the body, and the presence of gaps means that the "green vine" can fill the tin jar with digestive juice and let the demon warrior take a good bath.

Naturally, the Divine Guard, who didn't know the pain, was still struggling, but his movements were getting weaker and weaker. Although the will of the Supreme Heaven ruled everything over him, the dissolution of ** made him lose all his ability to resist.

Bishop Abel was naturally not watching the show, he spread the wings behind the magic armor, flapped his wings and ran.

"The apostate has come in?! Are you kidding! How can I fight such an opponent! ”

It seems that the notoriety does not necessarily bring all the bad, and the enemy flees everywhere he goes, and the will to fight is lost. That's what the Mongols did. However, the Mongols did not do a lot of bad things against humanity such as the massacre of cities, and brutality is also deserved; Model, on the other hand, is just a basin that has been detained.

But in any case, the pressure brought by Model's terror to Bishop Abel was real, and he had no intention of fighting, and flapped his wings and fled.

"Damn! Evacuate first, then go and loot a few children! And then pay for the slave (river crab) subordinate, in short, the blood sacrifice must be carried out! ”

This guy's obsession with blood sacrifice has reached this point, but the most correct thing to do now should be to concentrate on running for his life, rather than messing around with flags like "go home and buy equipment after making up this soldier".

"Want to run!? Magic Arrow! ”

The magic is easily manipulated by the dark heroes, who scramble to coalesce into arrows that shoot out at the caster's mind and break through the air.

"Ahh

Abel is not a painless divine guard, he is just a transfigurable (river crab) old man wearing high-grade magic armor. Although he flapped his wings and flew towards the entrance of the church, the relatively low dome and the numerous religious sculptures made it impossible for him to use it. Coupled with the fact that he was not skilled in manipulating the magic armor, Bishop Abel was hit by the magic arrow without any suspense.

He fell with a scream, one of his wings sliced off by a sharp magic arrow.

"Damn! Model! You don't understand that it's God's will! Mortals can't disobey! “

The Sanctuary wasn't that tall, so Bishop Abel's fall wasn't heavy, and apart from the pain, the magic arrows didn't hurt him too much, and he even had the extra energy to yell at Model.

"Entangle him! Green vines! ”

Moder didn't bother to talk nonsense with this guy, and instead of paying attention to Artoria, who was paralyzed on the side, he walked towards Kassandra, who seemed to be exhausted. Her body was pale and pale, and her eyes were scattered as she looked at the white dome, only her slightly quivering lips showed a glimmer of life.

However, it may also be the last nerve reflex.

"Good girl, you have suffered a lot. It's okay to have me here. ”

Artoria was amazed to see that the "vicious" apostate actually put her arms around Kassandra gently, and from his eyes, the sheriff could read the sorrow and regret. He examined Kassandra's wound carefully, frowning, thoughtful. That serious, compassionate look is not at all suitable for a ferocious man, and now Moder is more like a doctor who is dedicated to his duties and has a heart like his parents.

After examining it for a while, Model's brow furrowed, and it seemed that he had found a solution.

He pulled a fine powder out of his pocket and sprinkled it on the horrific wound on her wrist. He even broke the girl's mouth and poured a little into hers.

"Ahem......"

The girl's dilated pupils narrowed a little, and she looked blankly at the gentle man in front of her.

"Am I going to die?"

Kassandra asked weakly, knowing her fate, just to make sure.

"No, you won't die with me, trust me."

He pulled out a green glowing seed from his pocket, which looked like a bean in shape.

"After eating it, it should taste good."

Moder winked kindly at the girl and fed the beans.

Kassandra wanted to chew on it, but she didn't have the strength to bite her muscles when she ran out of blood. But the bean magically melted in her mouth, melting into a stream of heat that flowed down her throat.

Kassandra had never been so comfortable since she was born, enveloped in a warm stream of heat, the green of which turned into a cry and torrent of life, filling the dry blood vessels and making the weak red blood cells jump again. It seemed that a vast green leaf appeared in front of her eyes, and the spring flowers bloomed all over the world, and she herself became a towering giant tree, shaking the leaves happily towards the warm sun.

"This ...... What did you do to this girl!"

Artoria's eyes widened, and she finally couldn't help the shock in her heart, what she saw was completely different from Kassandra's. But they all have one thing in common, and that is trees.

In Artoria's eyes, after Kassandra ate the bean, green shoots suddenly appeared from every pore on her body, and soon, green vines covered her body. The vines wrapped, entwined, fused, and finally melted into a thick vine.

Like the one next to her, Kassandra's giant vine is half-plant, half-animal. But it's not as slimy as the vine that makes people stay away. She was covered in verdant leaves, and the purple flowers hung down in bunches, giving off an alluring fragrance. Accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, there are also little flower demons, who happily wander and play among the flower branches, cheering for their birth and new home.

Beautiful, isn't it?

But in Artoria's preconceived view, things were not the same. This is clearly an evil apostate who turned the poor girl into a tree with a demon!

"She's fine, I'm just ......"

"Stop quibbling! You...... Forget it, give me a good time!"

Anyway, death is a certainty, so let's die a little more righteously, maybe the lucky monk can pass on the "positive energy" of this magistrate who does not succumb to evil.

"Miss, please don't speak like that to Lord Model! I couldn't have lived after shedding so much blood, but Lord Moder gave me a second birth with the seed of the vine of the world, and he saved me! ”

The World Vine isn't actually as grand as it sounds, and although it can grow up to 30 meters tall, it's still a bit too much to say that it has its head in the sky. The preciousness of the vine of the world lies in the fact that it does not grow in this life, but in the kingdom of God. It is said that even in the Kingdom of God, the vine of the world is an extremely rare treasure.

Kassandra's voice came from the vines, sounding full of energy, not at all like she had lost too much blood. The vines that Kassandra had turned into were redisintegrating and merging, the vines entwined like the soft arms of a maiden; The tender skin grows, like the white skin of a beautiful woman. Soon, Kassandra was back in front of everyone. However, she is only a woman on the outside, and on the inside, she has turned into a seedling of the "vine of the world", bathing in the air after being reborn.

"This ......"

Artoria looked at Model, who just smiled kindly and awkwardly at her. Moder knew that Altoria could not be blamed for this misunderstanding, and he only hoped that there would be less of this prejudice in the future.

"Sorry...... My mind is a little confused. ”

"It is normal for faith to collapse before your eyes, to turn good and evil upside down in front of you, and to have some confusion in your mind. Time is there, and you can slowly mess up. ”

The somewhat flirtatious voice was Lin Dengwan, who pushed open the door to the sanctuary, followed by the godly monk Ebster.