The rising sun, no matter where it is, reminds people of vigorous life, hope, and victory.

Here and now, no exception.

When the sun rises a few days ago, the monsters will fall into infighting due to the failure of the ritual, and after the infighting, they will eat the corpses of the rest of the monsters on the battlefield and disperse. But today's situation is different, even if the morning sun rises, the demonic beasts have no intention of stopping, and they are still attacking, but their attack momentum has weakened a little.

For the front-line personnel of the crusading army, which are gradually unable to support themselves, this little bit of help can actually be very limited to them.

At present, the one in charge of the front line is already the Governor's personal guard. Their strength is not weak, and all of them are heavily armed, and in terms of defense, they are quite reliable.

But they are limited in the amount of time they can hold out, and the biggest problem is that they are not very good at attacking.

The Governor didn't need his guards to attack in the first place, all these guards had to do was protect the Governor when danger came.

They held heavy shields, like an iron wall, blocking the attack of the demonic beasts, allowing the pikes hiding behind them to attack freely.

Unfortunately, the damage that the pikes can do is limited.

About ten minutes later, when the guards began to run out of strength and had to retreat and change their defenses, there were only three demonic beasts killed in total.

Among the three, there is also one killed by a panda.

The panda's current state is not good, he gasps for breath, sweat keeps flowing down, and the golden light on his body is getting weaker and weaker.

For a strong man like him who can make up for his physical strength with spells, the decline in physical strength is not a steady curve, but a slow and slow at first, and then suddenly collapses at some point.

The key to the collapse was the depletion of mana, which to him was godlike.

When the divine energy that can be used to replenish his physical strength is consumed to the danger line, and he can no longer use it for safety, his physical strength will drop rapidly, just like the market curve during the stock market crash, showing a cliff-like decline.

But he wasn't willing to back down.

He knew that the current situation was very dangerous, and there were more than twenty demonic beasts, and each of them was very strong. If they retreat on their own, they are free to storm the defenses.

The crusading army's defensive line, which has been fighting hard all night, is likely to be unable to withstand it.

During this time, Panda also studied the combat records of the previous crusading army. He found that in every crusade, the real losses were nothing more than the last few demonic beasts.

At the end of the battle, both the crusading army and the Warcraft were actually exhausted. In contrast, the physical strength of the Warcraft recovers faster, and it can be further improved by devouring the corpses of other Warcraft, so it has an advantage in the protracted battle.

And when only a few demonic beasts are left, the crusaders often have no strength left, and the masters can no longer resist the defense line, so they can only rely on the number of people to fight them.

At this point, it is to pile up those demonic beasts with human lives, and pile them to death by relying on human lives.

Panda wanted to delay that time as much as possible, and he didn't feel like he could save the situation on his own, but he felt that he should at least try until he was really exhausted.

Although his strength had been greatly weakened, the demonic beast just now, he had been fighting for a long time, and it took a few minutes before he could find an opportunity to swing an effective opinion, and slashed at the opponent's joint four times before he could be considered to have cut the opponent down, and then made up two more swords before he finally killed it.

Such a monster, if he is in a good state, is basically a cut-and-off product!

He gasped violently, trying to reconcile his state while considering whether to take a little more from the little divine energy he had left to regain a little bit of energy for himself.

At this time, he couldn't help but regret it a little.

(I shouldn't have squandered my power like that at night!)

But regret does not solve the problem, fighting talent.

Just as he raised his sword to meet the other beast, the sword and the beast's claws collided, and both staggered back, he heard the voice of the bishop of the Church of the Passion God.

"Come back, I have a way to give you strength!"

After a little thought, the panda swung his sword violently, and the divine energy condensed on the sword body again, making the light of the two-handed big sword flicker, and a sword cut off one of the claws of the demonic beast, and when it was standing unsteadily and rolling on the ground, it hurriedly retreated and retreated to the rest area.

Here, the purification circle cleans the warriors who are fighting on the front line of the chaotic magic that invades the armor and flesh, and the medicinal tea delivered in time can clean up the parts that have invaded the body, and by the way, it can also replenish some physical strength.

Although many people think that the so-called "replenishment of energy" is purely because it is too bitter and produces a stimulating effect.

The panda returned to the rest area, and without saying a word, he took the medicinal tea handed over by a shaman, and without asking about thirty-seven twenty-one, he raised his neck and drank it cleanly.

Then, his face crumpled.

It's also too bitter!

He has drunk traditional Chinese medicine, and he still has the gold medal supporting role Coptis chinensis in it. He used to think that it was the most bitter thing in the world, but now he finally understands that on the road of bitterness, there is no end.

A bowl of medicinal tea went down to his stomach, and he felt that the inside of his stomach was warm at first, and then there was a sour and bitter breath rising, and his whole stomach was paralyzed all of a sudden. As the breath rose up the esophagus, half of the body went into paralysis, and finally when it erupted from the nose and mouth, the whole head was paralyzed.

In the midst of this paralysis, I could feel my nose, mouth, throat, esophagus, and stomach all squirming, trembling, and trying to contract, as if I wanted to avoid the bitter feeling as much as possible in this way.

But useless.

The bitter taste is like a dye, and it penetrates deep into the flesh and skin, and even feels as if it has seeped into the blood and flowed all over the body.

He felt as if his whole being was becoming bitter, as if he had become an oversized piece of bacon, not yet smoked with smoke and salt, but with coptis......

When his whole body stiffened due to bitterness, his mind became flexible and clear, and his imagination flowed.

(If you can send this tea to Earth, maybe you can run for the Guinness Book of World Records - the world's most bitter drink made from pure natural materials, I believe that what coptis tea and the like are definitely not worthy of carrying shoes...... ）

At this moment, a holy light fell from the top of his head, but it did not produce any blessing effect, but flowed directly into his body like spring water flowing into a lake, replenishing his lost divine energy.

The panda was startled, and suddenly broke free from the extremely bitter paralysis, and turned his head to look.

The white-haired bishop, with a withered face, was smiling at him.

There was a flash of holy light on his hands, and the light had faded, apparently having consumed too much power from the previous healing and purification.

"That's all I have left. The old bishop said weakly, "If you want to cast another healing spell, you can't cure any serious injuries." It's better to transfer them all to you, which can help a little bit. ”

As he spoke, several other clerics from the Church of the God of Suffering also came over one after another, turning their holy power into holy light and transmitting it to Panda.

"Come on!"

"It's my share. ”

"I'm sorry I can only give you so much power. ”

"Come back later, maybe I can still try to recover a little bit ......"

The power of one person is not much, but the strength of many people is a lot. The panda took a deep breath, feeling that the divine energy in his body had somewhat recovered, and it had recovered to the point where it could fight.

At the same time, because of the medicinal tea, his physical strength has also recovered a lot.

He smiled, nodded to everyone, picked up the two-handed greatsword that his master had killed in battle not long ago, and once again rushed to the forefront of resisting the attack of the demonic beast.

"Don't worry, I'll hack these ugly monsters to death!"