Darke could hear his own heavy gasps. The feeling of helplessness www.biquge.info the pen, like the huge claws of the devil, grabbed the whole body.

Monsters, monsters, can you even ignore the shock wave?

For the first time, he hated himself so much, he couldn't do anything, he couldn't do anything at all!

Watch as the little living corpse slashes down Barrell, knocks down Mawson, and finally, lunges at Isabella, who is standing at the end.

I'm sorry, I can't save you. The only thing I could move around my body was my eyelids.

Duck closed his eyes, heavy darkness obscuring them.

Isabella's prayer rang out: "O most holy and powerful light, thou hast revived my soul and led me in the path of righteousness for thy name's sake. Though I walk through the valley of death, I will not be afraid, for the light is with me. Light comes first. ”

Fool, at this time, is chanting useful?

The woman's terrible scream sounded a second time, and Duck felt like his eardrums were about to burst, and the pitch of the transfiguration made him scarcely dare to open his eyes to see Isabella's miserable appearance.

However, this voice seems to be the living corpse of a small man?

Duck snapped his eyes open!

Isabella's whole body shimmered with silver brilliance, and in her left hand she held a long-handled, double-edged straight head that was also silver--pitchfork? What the hell is this?The two pointed ends of the pitchfork were protruding from behind the small living corpse.

The small living corpse was carried in the air by Isabella, and her body twitched nervously from time to time, like a live fish strung on a branch waiting to be put on the grill.

Isabella didn't delay, with a flick of her left wrist, a pitchfork was thrown out of her hand, pinning the little living corpse firmly to the wall. Then he ran to the three of them and waved his hand: "Purify!"

Gentle white holy light pierced through the ceiling and sprinkled on the three of them, and the black shackles that bound the three of them melted away in an instant.

Painful mouths came out of the mouths of the three people almost at the same time.

The black shackles were so fierce that they were deprived of the right to cry out for pain, and now they were dispersed, and the three of them couldn't help but cry out in a strong pain.

Isabella quickly checked the injuries of the three of them, and first checked the nearest Mawson: "Mana backlash, cardiopulmonary function is severely damaged!"

Then came Dark: "Heavy bleeding in the stomach, a broken part of the small intestine!"

And finally, Barre: "The shoulder and sternum are shattered, the right lung is punctured, and it is difficult to breathe!"

Finally, a summary of the self-talk: "Three people were severely injured, in a near-death state, and died a minute later." ”

Hearing the death sentence, the faces of the three people turned white, and they scolded her ten thousand times in their hearts.

Isabella's right hand was raised in the air: "Templar Glory!"

A huge pale green circle appeared at the feet of the three of them, countless intricate magic circuits were dazzling, and warm energy swam between the limbs and hundreds of remains, full of abundant life energy to quickly restore the damaged body.

The three of them watched in amazement as the damaged body was quickly repaired, and they were speechless in shock.

"Alright, three, stand up! ”

Duck got up with a grunt, groped up and down, and exclaimed, "That's good?

Isabella looked calm: "What is this, I have treated all injuries that are more serious than this." I've fought in the Guardian War, I've been a chaplain, those Arabs—"

Mo Sen interrupted her loudly: "This spell just now, it's not level five, it's at least level four, right? Even if there is an angel blessing bonus, it can't be without chanting, right?"

Isabella looked innocent: "Second Class Holy Priest." Maybe it's because I'm so religious, and the God of Light gives me face. ”

Unable to say anything more, Barrel could only raise his hand and point: "That thing-that little girl's living corpse......" The latter words could not be spoken, because the living corpse had been nailed to the wall, burned by the Holy Flame until only a black silhouette remained.

Under his gaze, the spear turned into a shimmering silver point of light and vanished.

Isabella looked disdainful: "It's just a lower-level demon, it's already been judged, don't worry about her." ”

Duck was dumbfounded: "You pitchfork, it's really bullish." ”

Isabella was furious: "Your pitchfork! This is the holy spear Longinus! It is the spear that the Son of Light voluntarily accepted the punishment of physical piercing in order to redeem the sins of the world!

Duck hurriedly smiled: "Don't don't, Pastor Isabella, your magic power is boundless, and you can purify all sentient beings-uh, it seems that something strange has mixed in, this is not important--I don't have much study, I am literate, I only know the suffering of the Holy Son, I don't know what the chicken and gun look like, when you have time, you can give me a good lecture, and sprinkle the spring breeze of holy light in the desert-like mind of a believer, isn't this also your holy virtue?" Okay, let's not talk about this now, what is that low-level demon?"

Isabella sneered at the amusement, and quickly straightened her face again: "I haven't seen this thing, but her abilities are very close to a low-level demon called 'Banshee'. Immune to physical attacks, fast movement, high lethality, and can use 'Mana Concussion' to destroy spell casting, causing magic backlash. ”

Duck nodded, "So my attack was bounced back, so Mawson cast a spell and blew himself up - so this guy can single-handedly take out a squad?"

Isabella shook her head: "Only a team that really cooperates with tacit understanding will not be defeated by this kind of low-level demon, even if there is no priest, the elemental damage created by the enchanted weapon can still kill her." If there is a cleric in the team, it will be easy to get rid of her in seconds. ”

Barrel couldn't help but interject: "In other words, as long as you don't get attacked by her suddenly, I can kill it with the Demon Breaking Arrow?"

Isabella nodded: "Anyone can." It's just," she said, with a worried face, "if she's not naturally generated, then humans can create demons through alchemy?"

Duck and Barrel shuddered together.

Mawson yelled, "A few minutes left?"

The three of them were startled, and as soon as they relaxed after the fierce battle, they forgot about the fatal twenty-minute limit! Barrell shouted, "I guess there are still seven minutes!"

Mo Sen broke out in a cold sweat, and jumped onto the reactor console with an arrow step: "I'm going to start repairing the magic energy circuit, you guys resist!"

"Is it too late?"

"Give me six and a half minutes, six and a half minutes!"

The muffled roar of a large group of living corpses came from the corridor outside the door.

Dark's eyes were shining: "Come on, Lao Tzu has to take revenge just now!"

Isabella grabbed him, "Don't rush! Templar can only be used once a day! A body that has been healed once will not be 'near-dead' when it encounters fatal injuries, it will be 'instantaneous'!

"Understood!" the three of them replied in unison, and as soon as the words fell, Duck picked up the Morning Star of the Prison Eye and sneered, "Brothers, send these bastards to the God of Light!"

"Phew!"

Barrel grabbed his crossbow and rushed out the door.

Isabella was shocked: "You are an archer, what are you doing out!" Reaching out to drag him, he was pulled back by Dark: "Don't worry, as long as it's not the kind of banshee just now, let you see how mercenaries fight!