Kruvine gasped, blood hanging from the corners of his mouth and stared at the red-robed man in front of him.

Behind him, Maken, burned by the flames of negative energy. And not far from him was old Claude, who had a broken arm.

His old buddy's exposed skin was already slightly scorched, and even the most outstanding stalker would be killed instantly if he suffered such a blow, but fortunately, Markon was proficient in armor combat, and he was able to save his life with two layers of sophisticated armor.

But even then, his chain mail had exploded, and the remnants were charred black, and a layer of charcoal could be seen on the surface of the crusty armor inside.

Even if Marken had been desperately dead, he was now dying.

Kruvine could hear that Marken's breathing was starting to get weaker.

…… If he couldn't find a priest to heal him within half an hour, the guy would probably die here.

Thinking of this, Kruvine spat the ground.

The old priest's sneak attack just now failed, and he was whipped on his right arm with a lightning whip, his staff and sword were directly knocked down, and Kruvien could even hear the rattle of a broken bone.

The pain was so severe that even the cathar could not bear it, and the forearm was dripping with blood, and part of the wound was carbonized.

Then he saw the bald head turn his head indifferently, and take a step forward with a whip, and the steel whip as thick as a baby's thigh was whipped head-on at Father Claude's head.

Kruvien cleverly threw his shield to block his first attack, but he visibly underestimated the man's strength.

Generally speaking, the whip is a weapon known for its flexibility and lightness, and it is usually a cut or laceration on a human wound, and it is nothing if it is blocked by a shield.

But the moment his shield touched the steel whip, the force made Kruvine's face change.

He swore that it was not the strength of a whip, not even that of steel.

It was not so much a steel whip as a steel rod of the ** section - Kruvien thought of the injury on the old priest's arm before, and finally realized this.

Then he immediately realized that until now, he only knew that the comer was not good, but he didn't even know the other party's purpose, occupation, and force. The only message is Father Claude's phrase "forsaken God".

Although Kruvien is a mountain dweller, it has been seven or eight years since he arrived in Carraar. Before joining the army, his main occupation was to act as an intermediary for girls in the City of Fortune in Carral, who were interested or unintentional in their special occupations, and by the way, introduce them to some of the celebrities of the City of Fortune - there were even two streets under his Kruvien name.

Before he met Maken, he had a lot of ears, but he had never heard the word "forsaken" in those three years.

An ominous premonition haunted him.

If I'm not mistaken, I'm afraid this trip is not just to save my brother or something - presumably, this is a game between the orthodox believers of the goddess of war and heretics.

“…… Roda Khan is on top. ”

Kruvine muttered the name of the god of hunting and the countryside, hoping that the name of the elder of the lonely mountain would bless him somewhat.

Not surprisingly, he guessed that he was involved in something big. Trouble.

But before he could do that, he had to save Macen's life first. If you want to save Marken's life, Claude can't die.

Having made up his mind, Kruvien slowly took a few steps forward, wanting to protect the old priest, or at least let him pick up his weapon. Kruvine stared closely at Marco's movements, cold sweat slowly running down his forehead.

Just as he was about to approach the bald man in the red robe, the man suddenly sighed, causing Kruvien's heart to lift suddenly.

Even in the army, he didn't have so much pressure in the face of the gold-level legion commander.

He recognized the guy from the first time he saw him, and that guy was definitely not easy to deal with. A crushing aura swirled around him.

Kruvien remembered the boar king he saw when he was naughty when he was a child, and he sneaked away to play in the back mountains alone.

Just one glance made Kruvien stay where he was, not daring to move. In the hallucination, a huge boar as tall as a mountain seems to appear, and Kruvien, who was rescued by adults, has not been able to sleep properly for a month, and every time he falls asleep, he has a nightmare of being trampled to death by a wild boar as big as a mountain.

Although this bald man does not have the aura of the wild boar that makes people breathe and freeze together, and is as solid as a rock, he has another scorching aura.

It's like carbon in a furnace, or a red-hot soldering iron. Although the temperature on his body was indeed no different from that of ordinary people, he didn't dare to hit it hard, as if he knew that he would be burned once he hit it, and he didn't dare to approach or touch it.

Until now, the old priest's weapon has been knocked out, his dominant hand has been broken, Marken is dying, and the only one who can still fight is himself.

On the other hand, what about the other party? Except for the sword that S. Claude stabbed at the beginning and Maken's kidney blow, he did not inflict any effective injuries on the opponent, and after that burst of flames, the surface of his wound was temporarily healed, at least for a short time.

Kruvine didn't dare to move. As a guard profession, he prefers to strike later.

The distance between you and the enemy is now within 10 meters. I don't know what the enemy's class is, but it's a melee class for now.

Although the opponent is a silver rank, and he is only in the middle of bronze, after all, Kruvien specializes in defense, as long as the opponent's profession is not a shadow warrior, he is confident that he will be able to block the opponent's first attack.

Constantly analyzing the gap with the other party's combat power, the answer is becoming more and more desperate.

On their own, there is no more than a 10% chance that a head-on conflict will be won.

Behind him, Marken's breathing, which gradually became messy, kept sounding the alarm bell for Kruvian. Even though he knew that he had to calm down, he gradually became anxious.

Kruvien, who was hesitating with his shield and waiting for the other party to take the lead or throw the axe himself to open the situation, suddenly heard a bland sentence ringing in his ears: "Are you a believer in Roda Khan?" ”

――When!

Kruvien's whole body suddenly exploded. At the edge of his vision, a dark red arc flashed. He only had time to move his shield in that direction before he was knocked back two or three meters by the thumping force.

Even more terrifying than the power of the battering ram for training—the power seemed to stick to his shield, and after Kruvien stopped retreating, it exploded in his chest and abdomen, and a mouthful of blood rushed to his throat.

Even if he knew that the internal injuries would be worse after swallowing blood at this moment, Kruvien could only force himself to castrate. Kruvien, who was already unstable with just one attack, was ready for an additional attack. But the result was beyond his imagination, and the other party stood in front of him, looking at him indifferently.

"Aren't you a believer......

He muttered.

But Kruvien only felt that the man was a psychopath at this moment.

He laughed angrily, "How do you know I'm not a believer?" ”

I saw that the bald man with a scar on his face turned his head flatly, and his eyes were so cold that he looked at an animal: "If you are a believer, the force of that whip is enough to blow a hole in your stomach." ”

Immediately, cold sweat came down from Kruvian's face.

He had no doubts about the other man's words—judging by his injuries, if the bald guy just caught up with him and whipped again, Kruvien's internal organs would explode.

So, a weapon against a priest......

The limited information slowly coalesced in Kruvine's mind.

Combined into a desperate disparity in strength.