This slap doesn't look domineering at all, powerful or something, the skin is delicate and slender, except for the slightly protruding bone joints, it can be called good-looking. But under the slap of one such hand, which had not yet been tightly clenched, the minotaur guard's massive head, which could withstand a blow from a warhammer, shattered like a biscuit under a heavy fist.

The owner of the hand, a red-haired woman, silently emerged from a nearby crack in the rock as Stoic roared with her great axe. With a slap on the face, she turned the Minotaur Guard Commander into a Headless Leader, and she kicked another Minotaur warrior in the chest. The minotaur let out a strange muffled grunt, and a large crater caved in his chest, knocking the two warriors behind him into the air.

The whole huge cavern shook with a bang, and the three minotaurs made a huge depression in the rock wall, and no one could tell that they had once been three minotaurs.

The woman looked to be only about thirty years old, with flaming red hair, jet-black tight-fitting leather armor, and although her face was beautiful, the water chestnut and outline were too distinct, like a woman with a strong personality deliberately created by an impressionist sculptor. But in the center of her yellow eyes were a pair of scorpion-like narrow pupils.

Such a strong, strong, and excessively sharp and violent woman looks weak, tired, and so on.

Especially the minotaur, who was twice as tall as her, was like a paper doll under her hands and feet. But now the woman is gasping. One

After raising her hand and killing four of the most elite Minotaur warriors, she half-bent over and gasped heavily.

Roars and screams erupted from the minotaurs' mouths at this time, and more than forty minotaurs poured towards the strange woman like a tide.

Although they did not know who this woman was, this woman was undoubtedly the enemy. Absolutely terrifying enemy.

First sight of this woman. Lancelot's pupils suddenly constricted.

He knew that the woman's slap or kick might have been aimed at him, or the other Templars, but it was just that he and the other Templars were standing too far away. There were so many minotaurs in between, so this woman found the front and strongest minotaur guard commander.

There is not the slightest vindictiveness on this hand and foot, it is a very simple and direct action. But Lancelot could see if he was in the Stoic position

, and the result is not much better than him. The Minotaur is dead, and he will be injured no matter what. This woman didn't have the slightest murderous aura before, like a butterfly flying out of a crack in the stone. Not only is it fast, but it is not even alert and alert at first glance.

All the Templars saw the woman, and the look of surprise on their faces was equally uncontrollable, but they were all just like Lancelot

Didn't move. Still standing at the entrance of the cave.

The woman was still wheezing, as if she were tired, and this weak expression seemed incongruous to her overly intense countenance. She gasped for breath in the face of the minotaur warriors who swarmed her like a tidal wave.

In the chanting of the minotaur priest, the magic aura on the minotaur warriors kept shining, and these minotaurs were already red with killing intent, their eyes seemed to be dripping blood, and a layer of stone-like armor quickly condensed on their skin. These priests were specially selected for this battle, and the bloodthirsty, swift, and stone skin techniques were already considered masters.

Lancelot didn't move, but just turned his head and gestured to the Templar next to him.

At the same time, the Templar knelt down and chanted the prayer: "By the grace of the Lord." In the name of the Lord. Give the valiant warriors the light of the Lord...... In the name of the Lord, bless the warriors......"

A dazzling white light lit up above the heads of the dozens of minotaur warriors, and the crystal clear white light rained down on the bodies of the minotaur warriors. This kind of white devil minotaur warrior is no stranger, they have seen a lot in the battle with the church and Erathia, but they did not expect that one day they will be able to enjoy this blessed prayer of the purported blessing of the Lord.

Templars are not all martial arts. These two white magic skills are not much worse than the level of the bishops.

This white light was scattered on the Minotaurs, and at the same time, another piece of intense and dazzling white light also lit up from the Templars' bodies. The Templar Knight's glorious armor was attached to the top-level support white magic 'Heavenly Blessing' at the same time, the huge cavern was full of fluctuations of white magic light, making the cave where the dragon lived as holy and bright as a church, and there was a faint chant flowing in the air.

Not people. This was Lancelot's first reaction to seeing the woman.

Although it looks like a human body, a human face, a human movement. It can even be seen that she is a woman with a lot of character but is very weak now. But Lancelot knew it wasn't human.

No one can be that strong, and no one can kill without the slightest murderous aura at all. Lancelot was sure that even himself, as well as someone like Gru, who had cultivated his martial arts to the extreme, would not be able to kill without the slightest murderous aura. Even if the Tammik knight sees killing as a person who eats and drinks, there is no murderous aura when he shoots, but the moment he really kills the person, there will be a trace of murderous aura in his instinct, which is absolutely unavoidable, this is instinct.

Only when humans kill ants, insects and other things that they do not subconsciously agree with, will there be no murderous aura.

This woman didn't have the slightest murderous aura when she struck, and in her eyes, these minotaurs, who could be compared to any warrior, were just ants and green worms in her heart.

Even the Beamon Behemoth could not have such a mindset in the face of these elite Minotaur warriors. The only thing in this continent that can have this kind of momentum and strength is only one, not one person, but one.

Five pillars of snow-white 'Heavenly Blessing' light shrouded the five Templar Knights, and in the majestic white magic fluctuations, the figures of the two Templars who did not emit the light of white magic disappeared like the reflections of the disrupted water surface.

The Templars who came here with the Minotaurs were not seven, but only five.

These two figures that look like real people are the effect of using the top-level water magic clone mirror technique, although the mirrored phantom cannot attack, but it is no longer discernible on the outside, and it can even make corresponding sounds. The Templars did not speak, and the Minotaurs were naturally unable to discern it.

Slaying dragons is important, but there are other things that are more important. The two Templars were going to do the more important things.

Before the rest of the Templars could move, Wellskai had already straightened the huge golden warbow in his hand, the steel Demon Breaker Arrow was wound, and the light of the mixture of fighting spirit and white magic completely moved from his body to the bow and arrow, aiming at the woman.

The woman was still gasping, and in the face of the minotaur warriors who were surging like a tide, she still had a shaky and weak expression, and as soon as her body fell, she fell into the light rolled up by the giant axes of the minotaurs in the front. Flesh and blood flew in an instant. Not the flesh and blood of women, but the flesh and blood of the minotaur warriors. The red-haired woman's figure rose and fell like a flat boat in the torrent of more than a dozen giant axes swept up around her, and it seemed that it could be torn to pieces at any time, but this seemed to be 'at any time' never happened, but the woman's hands and feet that seemed to have little strength kept hitting, pumping, touching, and touching the body of the Minotaur warriors, and then the warriors with muscles as strong as rock statues immediately scattered like blistered bread.

The minotaur priests continued to chant the curses unique to the Horned Demon Sect in the back, but it didn't seem to have the slightest effect on the women in that array, and then the priest summoned earth thorns to the ground and swarmed out, but those spikes condensed by earth magic began to crumble and scatter when they touched the woman's body, without the slightest effect.

The priests began to panic. A few seemed to think of something and roared in the language of the minotaurs. It's just that no one can hear them clearly, and the cries and screams of the minotaur warriors have long since filled the cavern.

With a pop, a minotaur battle axe finally slashed into the red-haired woman's body.

Before that, not all Minotaur warriors were completely unable to hit her, after all, it was dozens of carefully selected warriors, who were not only surrounded by the magic of Minotaur priests such as bloodthirsty, but also the prayers and blessings of the Templar Knights, which could already be said to be the strongest spell in the history of the Minotaur, even if it was surrounded by a fly, the swift and dense axe could wring it to pieces. But the red-haired woman was just dodging, and she was parrying. She grabbed two Minotaur battle axes, steel battle axes larger than her body, fluttering like straw in her hands, dancing into two white light curtains at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, interspersed among the minotaur warriors.