"Mountain people, you obviously don't have faith, why do you pray for the name of the elder of the lonely mountain."

Marco's scarred face crept into an annoying sneer, and he questioned him as forcefully as an inquisitor confronted a sinner.

So Kruvien's impression of him changed to that of a powerful neurotic.

Ignoring the meaning of Kruvian's unanswered words, Marco muttered, "Humans believe in gods because of their stupidity and powerlessness. They put everything they wanted to do but couldn't do to the gods, and the gods were merciful when they were done, and they didn't hear it when they couldn't do it. ”

"It is all the more abominable for a person like you who does not believe in God but prays to the true name of God. You covet the power of the gods, you want to be saved but you don't want to give. You are not as good as the deceived people, who are not worthy to live in the new world behind the fire. ”

Kruvien didn't know how to talk at all, he just felt inexplicable at the moment.

However, he at least came to the conclusion that the person in front of him was a complete madman who could not communicate at all.

I'm afraid I can only come to the hard one.

At this time, his afterglow swept to the old priest lying on the ground, and his left hand quietly touched the sword that had been knocked down, so Kruvien's confidence was rekindled again.

Without hesitation, he stood his shield on the ground, took out a few throwing axes from his waist and threw them.

Then he waved his large shield with the blade wheel and threw it at the bald neurotic who was still babbling in place.

This attack was very different from the previous ones.

With all his might, a faint white light flashed on both the shield and his body. The shield made a terrifying humming sound, slicing through the air, and a distinct white trail streaked through the air, and then the white trail immediately collapsed due to the forbidden light law within the lightless trace.

- Burst of power!

It was a secret method only found by the regular armies of various countries. One to four levels of power can be boosted in the next hit.

Skilled berserkers use their power bursts and second-stage charges to defeat ten in a matter of minutes.

Will there be various secret methods, which is the biggest criterion for distinguishing elite sergeants from ordinary soldiers.

But beyond his imagination, the bald guy just grimaced, then took a step forward and flicked the steel whip so hard that Kruvian's shield came to a halt with a loud thud.

The force was so great that it reached Kruvien's hand through the chains, and even his shield briefly stopped spinning.

Just like the sticky force before, a strange force erupted in Kruvian's abdomen, and this time he finally couldn't suppress it, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

But by this time Claude had already grasped his weapon—

The effect of Kruvien's attack is very different. A golden light, like the light of dawn, pierced the night for a short time. The distance of about five or six meters had already crossed the moment Claude grasped the weapon!

Kruvien knew in his heart that if the light of the power burst was in the outside world, the light could even be seen in the sunlight, but it was not even as good as fireflies in the lightless traces—but at this moment, the light on the old priest's staff and sword was even more blazing than his power burst out in the outside world!

He couldn't imagine how dazzling the light would be in the outside world, only the sound of metal crashing in his ears. The golden light collided with the opponent's weapon at a speed that he couldn't react to, sending out fierce sparks.

Judging by the sound of guò, about four to six attacks per second, it lasted for six or seven seconds. Then the old priest immediately retreated to Kruvien's side at a speed completely disproportionate to his age.

Is this the power of the Silver Tier......

"Stand back!"

The old priest shouted to him, and Kruvien subconsciously took a few big steps back.

Only then did Kruvien realize that when the old priest and the other party's weapons were intertwined, the light on the sword drew a wheel-like pattern in the air.

With a bang, huge golden sparks burst from the spot. Kruvien sensed the heat wave seven or eight meters away, and his skin tightened quickly due to the heat.

But at this time, Claude's face turned pale. His knees went limp, and he almost fell to his knees.

Kruvian's face changed suddenly.

He could almost hear the faint sound of a popping coming from Claude's belly.

"It's worthy of Bishop Claude, and once you hit the trick, you know that I can interrupt the divine art, so you only use the action to cast the spell......"

Before he could ask about Claude, a flat voice sounded from outside the field of vision of the two.

Then, right before his eyes, a charred footprint appeared on the grass out of thin air, and Marco instantly appeared in front of the two of them.

As if the death sentence had been pronounced, he raised his steel whip high and was about to fall.

Claude didn't hesitate to grab Kruvien and jumped to the side, but he no longer dared to fight with Marco's weapon.

Just as Marco was about to continue the pursuit, a black object fell from the sky and rushed between the three of them. The people on both sides were vigilant and moved to the side, but they distanced themselves.

When I looked closely, it was a human head.

"Pars!"

Marco's face changed, he looked around, and then, as if he had locked on to some target, he suddenly turned his gaze in a certain direction, and his face was as strict as it had never been.

"Claude, it's okay."

Sure enough, an elegant voice came from that direction.

Claude was stunned for a moment, then grinned back, "I can't die anyway." ”

"A few of us came first, with the big army behind," a cold female voice said, "thanks to you holding Marco back, but unfortunately the Windtalker and most of them have fled, and we have wiped out all the rest." ”

"It's good that you came just in time, or my old bone would have broken here," Claude squinted and smiled, and even put away his staff and sword, "What's next?" ”

"We've gotten word that the Windtalker is heading to Base 19," a voice about the same age as Claude sounded, "you've done a good job, we'll take care of the rest." Mark. Deadwood must know where Base 19 is. ”

Marco gritted his teeth, glared at Claude and the others, and the whole person turned into a dark flame and disappeared in place.

"Chase! He went north! ”

A tall male voice shouted, and no more voices were heard.

Is it reinforcements coming? Kruvien breathed a sigh of relief, but he saw Claude's eyes look sharper in that direction.

…… Isn't it reinforcements, what does that mean?

This is, footsteps came from that direction. Kruvine looked over, and instead of seeing reinforcements coming, he saw a somewhat familiar black robe.

"Huh?"

He looked back at Claude in astonishment, only to find that the old priest's expression had relaxed.

"It's little Roland......"

Claude narrowed his eyes again, then smiled, "Good acting." ”

"Where," a slightly hoarse pleasant voice came, and Roland took off his hood and smiled brightly, "Your old acting skills are also good." ”

"Where's the reinforcements?"

Kruvien asked in surprise, and then he seemed to understand something, and suddenly looked back at Roland: "...... No reinforcements? ”

Roland smiled slightly.

"Yes, no reinforcements." What came out of Roland's mouth was the old voice just now, and then it turned into the cold female voice: "I'm the only one." ”

Kruvien couldn't say a word with his mouth open.