Calming the dark horse, Brandt realizes that something is wrong, and the disappearance of the fire and the roar of the beast convince him that Dominic's plan has worked. The monster interested in blood has appeared www.biquge.info is at war with Dominica. Now was an opportunity not to be missed, as Brandt grabbed the lute and tied it to his back, then reached out and drew his sword behind him, and rushed out of the stable.

Indeed, he saw a guy who was completely behemoth to him. Fantastic scene, Brant thought. At this moment, the first thought that popped into his mind turned out to be to write a poem describing the battle between the clergy and mutants, instead of going up to help. But Brant quickly dismissed this unrealistic idea, jumped up the dirt slope, and rushed forward with a sword to repel the mutants who were ready to launch a new wave of attacks on Dominic.

"Just in time!" Dominic pouted.

"After all, I can't leave my allies behind. Brant looked back and smiled.

"Yes, whatever you may say, allies. Okay, let's get rid of this guy. "Dominic attaches a weapon blessing to Brant's sword. "Come on, I'll protect you. ”

Brant only felt that his body had become lighter, and the longsword that glowed with dazzling white light looked more threatening. The mutant came up head-on, holding the iron rod in both hands and swinging the air towards Brandt's face. Brant's feet jumped into the air with just a slight force, and even he couldn't believe it. However, the subconscious action had already been made, and he grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, pointed the blade downward, and stabbed the mutant in the head with force.

Dominic saw the moment and threw the Spear of Victory to imprison the mutant's body, and this time it was unable to block the impact of the Light. It roared immobilly, and a stream of blood suddenly erupted from its intestines, which were dragging on its body. That stream of blood was attacking, there was no doubt about it, because Brant, who was about to stab it in the head with his sword, was swept away by the blood and flew backwards. He felt as if he had been slashed through by countless sharp blades, and as his body slammed to the ground, he felt hot blood flowing from every wound in his body.

"Damn it......" Dominic cursed in a low voice, casting a healing spell on Brant's body. The mutant looked rather triumphant and tapped the ground with the iron rod in his hand, and then pounced on the seemingly defenseless Dominic with a strong enough momentum. The latter showed a sneer, "After all, it's just a mutated poor worm, you can use your brain even a little." ”

Dominic's other hand quickly clenched into a fist, looking stiff and stopped in mid-air. The moment the mutant swung the iron rod, Dominic slammed his fisted hand out. An irregularly shaking ball of holy light emanated from his palm, and the burst of bright light caused the mutants to dazzle in an instant. In the end, its iron rod failed to swing down, as the orb of light had already touched its body.

Brant scrambled to his feet on the ground, feeling like he was in the fire. "Oh my God......" he tried to stretch, but there was a sharp pain and irregular moans coming from his mouth.

"It's best not to move, that guy's attack is no joke, and the healing technique will only heal your wounds. Dominic reminded.

"Thank you, I really don't know what the outcome would have been if it weren't for you. Brant stepped back, distancing himself from the mutants.

Dominic turned to face the mutant who had recovered from his dazzle. The Holy Light Ball just now caused a small blood hole in the mutant's abdomen, so Dominic confirmed that the Holy Light Ball directly penetrated the opponent's body. The bloody intestine slipped out and fell to the ground, and Brant, who caught the scene, swore he wanted to vomit. He literally vomited, with a staccato staccato scolding sound.

"Poor fellow, let me send you to the gods. Dominic said coldly, his hands outstretched, and he used his divine power to form a shield wall in front of him before the mutants roared and attacked. The shield of light, carved with the cross and four wings, slowly pushed forward, then pressed backwards against the mutant's body. The guy didn't have enough consciousness to avoid the impregnable shield wall, it just took the trouble to smash the shield wall with the iron rod again and again, but obviously it couldn't have had any effect.

Dominic reverently put his hand in front of his forehead, closed his eyes, and offered his high respect to God. Then he opened his eyes, and the cold look of hatred and sin replaced piety. The divine golden formation emerged behind the mutant, and the Holy Light Shield still pushed its body forward. When the first blade of light descended from the sky into the formation, the mutant's body just entered the range of the formation.

What followed was a storm of attacks, and the attack density covered almost the entire formation, and the blades of light slashed through the mutants' bodies one after another. Like a sharp knife, mutants are just prey, mere prey. Although the shield of light has disappeared, the mutants are immobile under the confinement of the divine power, and can only let the light blade stab at them.

"Goodbye, filthy fellow. Dominic's last words also marked the end of the trial. The iron rod in the mutant's hand fell to the ground suddenly, and its body stiffened in place for about ten seconds. After that, it slowly fell, as if it had never been here before. What is the end of a guy who has already died once? Dominic has never been willing to find a definition for these guys, because they are just wretches after all.

"It's over, right?" asked Brandt.

"Yes, it's over. Dominic whispered.

"Could it be that this frightening and disgusting creature is what the villagers are afraid of?" Brant probed to gauge the mutant's motionless body.

Dominic kept a calm face and did not rush to conclusions. "Blood of Terror...... I think it's necessary to check. ”

"What are you going to do?" asked Brandt in surprise, and in his gaze, Dominic was approaching the mutant body with a large cross.

"Just check it out, it might make you feel uncomfortable. Dominic reminded.

Brant sighed, "Damn, this sucks. With that, he hurriedly turned around to avoid the terrifying scenes that might ensue.

Dominic swept over the mutant's body with a chilling gaze, and then, with a vigorous swing of the cross, smashed into the mutant's flesh. Dominic stirred its flesh with further force, and his other hand was raised, a faint pale golden glow on his fingertips. He was using divine power to perceive the nature of the blood in this guy's body, which was never something Dominic was willing to do.

Brandt didn't know how much time had passed, and by the time he thought it was far from over, Dominic was back to himself. "I'm not 100% sure that this guy is the one bothering the villagers, but ......," Dominic continued, pausing, as if to observe Brandt's reaction. "Its blood is indeed a little unusual. ”

"I don't know much about that. Brant asked.

"That guy's blood is the same as the pretender's blood, the same filth. Dominic said coldly, which also startled Brandt. It wasn't Dominic's tone that frightened him, it was the pretender. Brant was one of those who didn't believe that the Pretender still existed, so he asked incredulously. "Do those guys still exist?"

"All the time. Dominic replied briefly.

"That's terrible, isn't it?"

"Things are never better, never ......"