The pretender's roar was heard again, more aggressively than before, and Dominic confirmed that he could hear the thirst for blood in its roar. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info With a sneer on his lips, he felt that this was the cruelest punishment a god could inflict on a person. Whatever God's reasons may be, Dominic does not doubt the fact that it was destroyed.

Maffeo knew that there was no time left to think about what hellish danger he would encounter. It was clear that it would be unwise to leave Dominic alone to face the powerful pretender for the time being, and Evie had confirmed that there would be no more direct way than this, so he didn't want to waste time, so he tightened his belt and rushed over.

Camilli stood still, looking worriedly at Maffeo's back, and she would rather be a part of such a dangerous operation than to record everything through her own eyes on the spot. So, a few seconds after Maffeo rushed out, she stepped away, keeping a proper distance from Maffeo and heading towards the pretender. Evie followed, making a series of gestures to the two of them with blessings of courage and protection.

Dominic's body flew almost head-on towards Maffeo, and in a head-to-head duel just now, this guy was only half a beat slower before being swept away by the pretender. Maffeo dodged Dominic's body sideways, and he didn't care about pulling him up from the ground, waving his great sword and leaping up, Evie put the shield of holy light on his body before he could draw his sword, which also gave him more confidence.

Maffeo chose to trust the Priesthood, and he used a risky move that he would not normally dare to use, using the mid-air attack as a buffer, and fell to the ground after a flick of the sword. The whole process caused Maffeo to break out in a cold sweat, as the Pretender's blades and fangs hit the shield of light almost simultaneously, and for a moment Maffeo thought that the shield would shatter in the next second. However, the divine power was beyond his imagination, and the shield of light remained intact when it fell to the ground.

The pretender's movements were sluggish, and Maffeo knew that it was not to be outdone, and Dominic had once again imprisoned its body with the Spear of Victory. So this gave Maffeo a great opportunity not to rush anything. Maffeo decided to cut off the two blades on both of its arms before risking the risk of infusing it with an antidote potion. Otherwise, in a close-range duel, it will become a very big hidden danger.

Maffeo's first sword came slowly, but from the second sword onwards, the speed increased dramatically. On the third sword, he rotated his entire body, and at the same time, his hands quickly rotated and raised the great sword above his head. The Roundhouse Slash he had learned from Calanhill had finally been used, and Maffeo had not used it for the most risky reason. But now, under the protection of the shield of the Holy Light, he can use this trick safely.

As he finished spinning his body, the blade of the greatsword made at least a dozen cuts in the pretender's body. There was also a feeling of soreness in Maffeo's arm, and sure enough, the whirling slash was physically demanding, but the effect was obvious. Maffeo shook his sore arm and prepared for a second attack, waiting for the moment when the Spear of Victory wore off.

As the Spear of Victory shattered, Evie and the Pretender acted almost simultaneously. The former put a new shield of light on Maffeo, while the latter, wielding a sharp blade, slashed at Maffeo. Maffeo first raised his sword to block the blade's swing, and then his body flickered skillfully, and at the same time gave up the focus point of his hand, and the whole person dodged the blade's attack in a sideways position.

The pretender slammed his blade into the ground beneath his feet with too much force, and Maffeo's eyes flashed red, and he raised his ghost hand and grabbed the guy's arm. In a beastly roar not much different from the Pretender, a surging blood erupted from its palm, shattering the Pretender's entire arm. Flesh and blood were dotted on the ground with sharp blades, and this bloody, terrifying scene somewhat made the guards in the distance shudder.

Maffeo didn't stop, and he leapt to the other side of the impostor's body. The moment he landed, his right hand gripped the lower end of the hilt tightly, and then swept the greatsword counterclockwise towards the pretender's arm blade as his body swirled. This time the impact only bounced Maffeo a meter or so away, but Maffeo saw this as a cushion and threw his feet at the pretender with explosive force. The latter let out a roar and spread its wings and flew into the air, trying to get himself to a height that Maffeo couldn't attack.

Seeing this, Evie jerked her arm up, quickly pointing above the pretender, and loudly alerted Maffeo. "Stand back, Fry!" said Maffeo and recklessly stepped back, already feeling a wave of divine power pressing down on his head.

The moment the thunder of repentance struck, its light even overshadowed the sunlight, and in Maffeo's sight, it was only a dazzling burst of bright light. Then he heard the howls of the pretenders, accompanied by the muffled sound of flesh being struck. Maffeo judged where the pretender would land, guessing what position it might take, and slowly approached the falling pretender for a brief moment of blindness.

As the last thunderbolt of repentance fell, the blade of Maffeo's greatsword could touch the pretender's arm. Before his vision could fully recover, Maffeo gathered his blood qi and slashed his sword wrapped in blood qi into an arc. A shard of metal cut through his face, and he felt a warm liquid run down his face. When his vision was fully restored, Maffeo noticed that the blade on the impostor's other arm was only half severed, so he was convinced that his blow had hit the target.

The pretender swung at Maffeo with his bladeless arm, and despite the threat of losing the blade, Maffeo dodged the blow out of caution. So far, Maffeo still hasn't found an effective way to get the antidote to drink, and he thinks that the only way might have to be to control the guy's movements, but he can't do that on his own.

"I said, if you need help, feel free to let me know!" Evie's voice came at the right time.

"Help me get this guy under control, don't let it move!" said Maffeo.

"Get out of the way, ghost!" Dominic's voice rang out, and Maffeo quickly dodged it, the spear of victory almost grazing his body, piercing one of the pretender's wings. The second Victory Spear arrived, just a second later, from Evie, this one piercing the Pretender's other wing. The Impostor struggled in place, trying to set himself free by shattering the Spear of Victory with a roar. However, just as it opened its bloody mouth, a wave of thought qi drilled into its mouth like an arrow from a string. The roar failed to come out, and the impostor's expression became more distorted.

Even so, it still did not die. This further reflects the powerful effect of the Alchemy Potion of the Farowan people, which can really completely mutate a person into a monster. The final blow was inflicted by Evie, who condensed the Divine Ring and restrained the Impostor's entire body. Maffeo then stepped forward and slammed the pretender head-on to the ground, grabbing the potional bag from his waist with a swift movement, and pouring the remaining three bottles of antidote into its mouth at once.

After doing all this, Maffeo quickly jumped away from the pretender, and the guy couldn't even make a sound. The sound of flesh being muffled rang in its throat, and its body began to make more bizarre, irregular twisting movements than before. Finally, it struggled to reach out an arm, and the next second, its body exploded.