"Is this...?" Ye Ming was a little surprised.

He felt as if the skull had come back to life, and as the shaman swung the scepter from his hand, a cloud of gray-white light flew out of its open mouth, splitting into a staggering number of individuals like small flames after the ball of light exploded, and scattered it at the bearclaw berserkers who had narrowly escaped the death.

"Bang dang..."

There was a muffled sound of armor falling to the ground.

The shaman apparently ignored the wailing warriors, who were about to be turned into dried corpses, completely useless.

One by one, the unfortunate ones who had been contaminated by the flames fell with hideous faces, but their equipment was undamaged, proving that even the best armor could not stop the flames from attacking—a force that mortals could not resist.

"Ahh

The rest of the bear-claw berserkers let out a loud roar, Ye Ming found that these warriors who had absorbed the gray-white light and shadow became berserk, and there was a faint red glow in their eyes, the fear of the strange death of their companions disappeared, and the mysterious energy was supporting them to charge again.

"Is this a magic that can make people go berserk?" he muttered to himself, feeling envious, even if they hadn't been tested by the chip, it was not difficult to see from the skyrocketing size and tangled muscles of these bear-claw berserkers that their physical fitness had improved significantly.

I just don't know what the side effects are, and when I was about to reward them with another holy light bomb, there was a strong feeling of weakness in my body.

"Oops!"

Ye Ming's eyes darkened, and he staggered back a few steps, feeling as if his head had been hammered hard with a hammer. The pain of his head and splitting made him unconsciously hold his hands on the temples that were beating violently on both sides, and the long sword in his hand lost control and plunged into the snow with a "poof", almost piercing his foot into a bloody hole - if it wasn't for Ye Ming's reaction at the last moment and quickly moved a small step.

shook his groggy head and slapped his forehead a few more times. At this moment, he controlled Lance's body, and he had the urge to sleep for a few days and nights, but in order to avoid losing his number one believer, he quickly pulled a stream of energy from his body again after feeling a little more refreshed.

"I don't know if this wave of losses or profits..."

As another holy light descended, his body regained his vitality, and when that strong sense of exhaustion subsided, Ye Ming muttered with some dissatisfaction.

Fortunately, this time he came in person, if it were replaced by Martin and Jacob's simple divine power feedback, I believe that Lance would not have a second ending today except death.

After all, after losing the recovery of his divine power, this body could not hold up at all, and how could he swing his sword even if it was a problem to stand? Not to mention that he had to kill the enemy leader through the battlefield, it was just a whimsical fantasy.

"If it weren't for my mental strength being strong enough, I would have fainted at this moment. Ye Ming thought with great joy: "It seems that mortals use divine power not without a price, but a period of weakness can be exchanged for such a powerful power, and it is very worthwhile in comparison..."

He was keenly aware that unlike the way he received the reward of his divine power, Martin and Jacob were both very awake, and estimated that it was the same as Lance's situation, that is, they would become weak and weak after losing the support of their divine power, and even pass out in severe cases. But compared to the Bearclaw Berserkers who had absorbed the Grey Shadow, it was clear that the side effects of these Misty Mountain people were greater. From the eyes that were scarlet due to the congestion, it was not difficult to see that these elite bear claw berserkers had completely lost their minds at this moment, and only the fighting instinct drove them to swing their battle axes.

This seemingly ferocious state may be a bit intimidating to mortals, but to oneself...

"Bell!"

Ye Ming successfully blocked the giant axe's slash, but the violent force directly cut the long sword in his hand into two pieces. The blade of the axe slashed through the armor on his chest by inertia, making a piercing grinding sound, and sparks flew everywhere!

"I'll go!, this increase in strength..."Ye Ming was taken aback by the power of this axe, he was almost cut in half?, he gasped and threw the broken sword violently, trying to interrupt the next attack of the Bear Claw Berserker.

"Bang dang!"

After losing control of his body with his mind and mind, the Bearclaw Berserker had no intention of dodging at all, not even making a move to block and dodge, allowing the broken sword to smash into the armor with a muffled sound, regardless of the rush towards him.

Ye Ming propped himself on the ground with one hand, looking at the huge scratch on the armor on his chest that stretched from his right shoulder to his left abdomen, and finally understood where the shaman's status came from. If it weren't for the fact that he had just retreated quickly, it is estimated that the game would have ended at this moment and returned to that mysterious space.

"But if that's all there is to it—" A confident smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he quickly stood up and ran towards the back, his hands already condensing the holy light as he pulled away.

"You! you can still use the power of the gods!" the shaman's frightened voice came, unusually old and hoarse compared to before, revealing a strong sense of disbelief.

Ye Ming shifted his gaze to the past.

His appearance was a little miserable at the moment, as if he had consumed a great deal of strength with the help of the power of the gods, and his originally tall figure was stiffened, and it could be seen from his shriveled arms exposed outside the black robe that his vitality was similar to those bear-claw berserkers who were contaminated by small flames, and he was inexplicably losing a lot of money - this made him have to hold the scepter in his hand so that he would not fall, but the glow in the skull eye socket became much brighter.

"Why! Why can you borrow the power of the gods without paying the price you deserve!" the shaman cried out unwillingly, and he finally couldn't hold it anymore and fell to his knees.

Although the mask made of animal bones obscured the shaman's expression, Ye Ming could still hear despair in his voice.

"Because I am God. ”

He stood still, and the sphere of holy light that had condensed two points of divine power in his hand was thrown violently!

"Boom!"

The ball of light exploded in midair, and the dazzling flames flew like meteors.

There were no screams, and the warriors who had been maddened by shamanic magic were clearly unafraid of their physical pain.

Even though they were all humanoid torches, their strong bodies shrinking at a rate visible to the naked eye, they still roared and swung their great axes, and kept running, trying to kill the enemies in front of them.

"Is this the power of the gods of this world? For mortals, it's really a powerful effect..."Slightly shocked by this scene, Ye Ming said with some emotion.

He felt like he had another research project to pass the time, and that was the development and application of such things as divine magic.

I believe that with the help of the chip, I will not only have the ability to gather energy into a sphere, relying on its own disorder to explode to cause damage, this obviously primitive backwardness but also a single means of attack.

Compared to the shaman's divine technique, Ye Ming felt that his so-called 'Holy Light Bomb' was simply extremely rough, and it could be said that it was purely the damage caused by the energy itself, not only did it not increase, but it may have even wasted a lot in the process of condensing and exploding—which made him even more curious about this unknown world.

"Devil!"

"Run, everyone!"

"He actually killed...!!"

A frightened cry came, and a flustered figure swept past Ye Ming.

From the crumbling shouts of the barbarians around him, it was not difficult for him to analyze that the shaman in front of him seemed to be one of the big names in the Misty Mountain Clan.

Also, there shouldn't be too many mortals who can borrow divine power, and he remembers that he had killed another shaman before, and in addition to being physically stronger, his performance at that time seemed to be no different from that of an ordinary Misty Mountain warrior - the Ranger simply shot through his head with a neat arrow.

"It seems that this world is clearly classified, and mortals with the qualifications to borrow divine power should belong to the small part at the top of the pyramid. This discovery made Ye Ming's vanity strongly satisfied: "No wonder Martin and Jacob became so excited after they came into contact with the divine power. ”

From the information conveyed by the Divine Seal Symbol on their bodies, Ye Ming could feel that the two of them had significantly strengthened their faith compared to before, which made a guess flash through his mind.

"Could it be that the stronger the heart of faith, the more energy they can get every time they pray..."Ye Ming thought silently: "No wonder the energy supply generated by Lance before was a little higher than the two of them. ”

However, now was not a good time to test his conjecture, and when the flames that had grown in a full circle returned to the mysterious space along the spiritual passage that Lance had built, he tried to brace his spirits, bracing his exhausted body and removing the mask from the shaman's face.

Ye Ming knew that he was dead, even if his body was on a scepter and maintained a half-kneeling posture and never fell, the glow that had been extinguished in the eye sockets of his skull showed his end.

The mask made of animal bones was engraved with mysterious and complicated patterns, there were no energy fluctuations but it was dizzying to see, Ye Ming shook his head, threw it on the snow casually, and looked at the shaman.

It was an old, shriveled face, perhaps due to the drastic changes in a short period of time, forming unsightly folds, and on the whole it was no different from the bear-claw berserkers who had been drained of their life force and died.

It seems that the great Virgilvis of the shaman is not as generous and kind as himself, and he seems to be borrowing his power at the price of his life force.

Ye Ming read a kind of unwillingness from the shaman's forced eyes.

The Misty Mountain people were completely defeated, and when the two Templar Knights, Martin and Jacob, came to kill them covered in blood, he smiled at them with relief.

Even if it consumes a full 6 points of divine power, it seems that the gains outweigh the losses.

But Ye Ming believed that after this battle, the prestige of the Temple of Order would resound throughout the north and become the object of heated discussion among Ravenstonians - as long as the Earl and his soldiers who had gone through it all could survive.

Whether it's a lively tavern or a amorous girl, there is no shortage of legends in this world...