Behind him, the ancient tree that had been buried by that little thing collapsed silently. The huge body of the tree, countless branches and leaves, together turned into gray-black powder and fell down, burying the thing inside.

But that breath can't be buried. This is obviously silent, colorless, and tasteless, but it can make any life feel black, and feel that the breath of immensity and death is constantly emanating and diffusing.

The right one with the sword was already shoulder-high, and blood was gushing out, but this injury didn't seem to be anything compared to the one on his back. The sword severed most of the muscles in his back, four ribs, and even part of his spine. Had it not been for the black knife that had broken through the air and pinned the Templar out, it would have split him in two.

Abin didn't dodge, he didn't expect the Templars behind him to gather and attack. But even if he expected, he wouldn't dodge, because this was the only chance to create a chance for Asa in the magic trap, and the only chance to save Talys.

The figures of the Tamik Knight and Asa have coincided together, and the sword momentum wrapped around them turned into a black and chased into the forest in the distance, judging from the last feeling of the right hand, a good sword in the Tamik Knight is not heavy, and the chance of naturally sacrificing the entire arm in exchange for it may not be great, but there is no way, and his strength can only be exhausted to this point.

With the only one hand left, he pulled out the dagger from his waist and slashed it on Talis's body, and the rope that bound the female knight had already broken, but even this action he used all the strength of his toes, and no one could still be fierce when the muscles in his back were broken by nearly half, and Yabin could even feel his lungs jumping out of the broken ribs.

Am I going to die? bastard..... I'm going to die..... How can it be..... I don't want to die..... I don't want to..... Bastard..... Can't help it.....

The corners of Yabin's mouth at this time actually had a wry smile, he took a deep breath, Talis was still leaning on him, a few strands of golden hair fluttered on his face, Yabin's hand glowed with purification, this was the last all-out white magic. His hand pressed against Talis's body, and his body slowly fell, even if he could endure the pain of the massive wound, which had accumulated a large pool of blood on the ground beyond human limits.

The purification technique was just right, and the mana that was imprisoned in her body was dissipated, which was the ban on the mana that was restricted in her body under the Tammik Knight, and after a burst of coolness in her body, the imprisoned power was restored, and at the same time, there were thoughts in the wake of the shock, Talis supported Abin who was about to fall softly, surprise, sadness, fear, disbelief completely occupied all expressions and moods. These intense feelings couldn't find a suitable direction, and she didn't understand what was going on in front of her, and why. She felt like she was going crazy, and it seemed like she was going crazy.

"Abin, Abin, what's going on?" Talis felt herself holding a large sponge soaked in blood, and the warm blood flowed down her hand in an instant, making it hot in her passing. The white magic she had tried so hard was a drop in the bucket for a wound that was so large that it looked like a crack and didn't hurt, and it didn't work.

Abin opened his mouth, unable to make any sound, and could only look in the direction the Templar was rushing in.

The Templar had just woken up from this series of shocks. Seeing that the Tammik Knight had sunk into the woods with that opponent, and that his companion had been nailed to the trees alive by the knife thrown in the air, he had only been stunned for a breath. Knowing what he had to do, he drew his sword and rushed towards Taliss and Abin.

The Templars were not wrong, and in this case they should have struck first. These two men are already undoubted enemies, and neither of them has weapons on them, and this is the best chance.

But what he was wrong about was Talis's reaction. Talis put Abbin down, and instead of picking up the sword or making any fighting moves, she jumped up like a street thug and grabbed the blade, slicing her fist into the Templar's face as the blade nearly sliced her own. The foot was kicked in the Templar's crotch.

This was by no means a maneuver for a trained knight, so it was completely unexpected and unresponsive to the Templar. The cheek sank completely under the female knight's fist. The sprayed blood contained more than a dozen teeth. He couldn't feel it anymore, though, and all his attention was focused on the feeling of his lower body almost being kicked in the throat.

The Templar let out a scream like a pig being suffocated, and his body flew upside down in an arc in mid-air, before falling to the ground and unable to move.

Talis ignored the blood gushing from her hands. She had no idea how she had knocked the Templar into the air, and she quickly pulled out a scroll from her bosom. It was one of several scrolls she had produced when she left Celeste, and it was said to be a 'charism' scroll made by His Holiness himself.

The reels unfold. The white, warm mana slowly descended on Yabin. The effect of the magic scroll made by a top white mage like His Majesty the Pope is definitely top-notch, and it can be said that even half of the dead people can save their lives under this magic. But Yabin is not half dead. Instead, most of the dead were close to complete death, and the blood spilled from the wounds on his body was enough for a person to take a bath, and the sword behind his back even injured a lot of internal organs.

And the necromancy curse on the Tamik Knight's knife has begun to erode all over his body. However, under the effect of this top-level healing magic, he slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a breath.

"Don't waste it so much, I might die....." was the first sentence of Yabin after he came to his senses, and he felt that the vitality in his body had been broken. These manas are great because they are magnificent, but they only fill in the gaps for the time being, and they cannot connect the one. Even the blood vessels that flow and carry life are white magic, and the broken ribs in the heart are also temporarily filled by white magic. The curse of necromancy continues to weaken the body's abilities. Unless there is a cardinal here who can personally intervene, this single scroll alone will not be able to recover.

"What's going on? Yabin? you..... Why did you do that?" asked Talis, kneeling beside him, her voice trembling.

"This is the only way to do this....." Yabin's voice swallowed, his throat twitched, he should have coughed up a mouthful of blood, but there was no blood in his body to cough up.

"You..... You" Talis didn't know what to say anymore. She wanted to ask him why he betrayed him, and why he risked his life to save her in the end. But seeing him like this, she couldn't ask at all.

"Let's go and help Brother Asa....." Although Talis herself didn't say it, and Yabin didn't know what kind of relationship was between the two of them who were originally hostile, but through Knight Tamik threatening Asa with her, and some conversations between the two, he still vaguely knew that the two should be all the way.

"I ..... I can't leave you behind....." Talis looked at Abin in confusion. White magic had begun to spill out of his severed shoulder, a sign that magic was not fully functioning. This can be seen when white magic is used on the bodies of dead people. His body was already beginning to die.

"I was the one who joined you, and I hurt you....." Tears were already streaming from the corners of Talis's eyes.

"Hehe, if it weren't for you asking me to join, that Tamik knight probably wouldn't have let me go..... Do me a favor..... If you can..... Help me take care of my sister....." Abbin struggled to squeeze out a smile, his pupils already dilated.

Talis nodded hurriedly, and then saw that the smile on Yabin's face was slowly unfolding, like a flower that had been pinched hard, and after letting go, it lost the power of restraint and was slowly spreading and withering. One could clearly feel that the last bit of life force was breaking and dissipating from his body.

He's dead, and Talis feels it clearly. Then she felt as if a hand was grasping her heart and twisting it, and tears fell down in large gulps. It was the first time she shed tears in her memory. She didn't even know she was going to cry before that.

In the forest, the Tammik Knight is still chasing, and he is about to catch up.

What's the point of this escape?

Looking at Asa who was running away in front, Knight Tamik's evaluation of him couldn't help but drop a little now, although the two high-level healing magic had barely regained his mobility, but where could he run with Sri stumbling like that? It was a completely pointless struggle.

Of course, no one wants to accept failure. But even if you fail, you still have to escape, and you have to make a useless struggle, this is

Cowardly.

Although the Tammick Knight knew that this opponent was indeed difficult to deal with, he didn't think he had much room to struggle with in any way. The two bishop-level white magic can definitely make his mana consume very little, the fighting qi is already empty, and he has not even recovered his body, what other way can he struggle? Just looking at the fluttering figure and footsteps, the Tammik Knight knew that he could catch up with him with only two or three breaths at most.