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The sharp blade and the hard shield collided violently, and there was a dull sound. The endless physical strength www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion increased the strength of Becks' attack unabated, and the shield-wielding mercenaries concentrated all their energy to resist, and there was no time to create an attack opportunity for the spearmen behind them. The spearmen had no choice but to form an encirclement outside, and as soon as the berserkers broke through the shield, they would attack.

The priest standing in the doorway, still muttering a prayer, could tell from his preoccupied expression that this was a rather high-level spell.

"Aren't you ready, we're about to run out of stops!" one of the younger mercenaries struggled to squeeze a few words out between his teeth, he had already given up his arms on his shield, completely abandoning the attack, and defended with all his strength, even then still feeling like he would be broken at any moment.

"Don't disturb him, if you want to defuse the berserker's rampage, you need a lot of mental power to chant the prayer, hold on for a while!" an experienced mercenary beside him shouted to the young man. Apparently it wasn't the first time he'd seen a Berserker, let alone seen a Berserker's rampage defused, and experience had taught him that the only thing he could do before the priest cast a spell was to contain the Berserker.

"But the shield is uneven, and the limbs are numb!" said the young man.

"Hold on!" the old mercenary said not only to the young guys, but also to all the shield bearers who were also struggling to do so, including himself.

"The gentle breath of life gives me strength, and the curtain call of the manic elves comes to an end, please help me to calm this man's anger!" the prayer finally reached the last verse, and the priest suddenly opened his eyes, and the staff pointed directly at the berserker, and a faint cyan glow shot from the tip of the staff towards Bex, like a green snake, surrounding the berserker. The breath of life caressed the angry elves around the berserker like a mother, and the warm feeling made these irascible elves immediately well-behaved. The Berserker has finally stopped his untargeted frenzied attacks. Everyone in the room was surprised.

"Saved!" the young mercenary cheered as he looked at the berserker's lowered two-handed sword. However, the joy had only vanished at the beginning, and the berserker, who had stopped for a moment, let out a terrifying roar again. He no longer maintained a normal human posture, but bent his back, his legs wide apart, as if he was carrying some weight on his back.

"Don't relax, the spell didn't work!" the experienced old mercenary saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly shouted loudly to his companions to be vigilant.

Bex jumped more than a man tall and raised his two-handed sword above his head. The young mercenary's eyes reflected the growing figure of the berserker, and a chill came from the middle of his head, and then his eyes went dark, and he didn't know anything. The broken shield was no longer able to resist the strength of the berserker's mountain, and the shield was split in half alive.

The room was a mess again. Instead of being suppressed, Becks' rampage became even more violent, slashing the shield-wielding mercenaries beside him like mud. The shield was broken, and the spearmen hurried to fill their positions, and although the sharp spear head poked a few bloody holes in the berserker's body, it still couldn't stop him from killing.

Blood splattered and flesh flew everywhere, and the house turned into a purgatory on earth, and among the mutilated corpses in the place, the berserker wielding the red greatsword was the messenger of death. This is the bloodiest and most horrific scene Morgan has ever seen, all the dead are split in half alive, and some of the internal organs that have slipped out are even wriggling, mixed with the smell of various bodily fluids. I'd rather die than stay in this room any longer, but my limbs can't do anything to reflect at all. Suddenly, a nimble figure broke through the window, pulled the panicked Morgan, and escaped through the window.

Several mercenaries threw off their armor and desperately escaped from the house, running around with a hissing and wailing. Even if the mercenary who has been licking blood all year round is in front of Becks, who is like a meat grinder, his psychological defense is instantly disintegrated.

"One of the hostages in the house has gone berserk, and my Pure Heart Spell has no effect on him!" said the only priest who remained awake breathlessly to the group outside the room, horror still on his face, and the priest's robes on his body were stained red with the blood of an unknown companion.

At this time, the magician's lightning attack also completely lost its effect, he panted and stared at the knight in a stationary state, and then looked at the hostage room where wailing and roaring came, "No matter what task is not a task, reorganize the formation, kill this knight first, and then work together to deal with the berserker!"

Morgan was taken under a tree by the mysterious man, and when he recalled the horrible and disgusting scene inside, he felt his stomach churn and vomited in anger.

"It's useless to spit out!" said the mysterious man in an emotionless tone.

As soon as he heard the voice of a woman, Morgan forcibly swallowed the vomit from his esophagus, he gasped a little, and turned to look at the mysterious woman in the cloak: "Who are you? Why did you save me?"

The mysterious man pulled the dagger from his waist and cut the rope that bound Morgan behind him, "My name is Wing, Sarion's companion!"

"Sarion's companion? he really has a way, first as a stand-in for the prince, then as a paladin, and now with a mysterious new companion" Morgan moved his wrist, which had been tied strongly, "What's going on with that one inside?"

Feather Wing put the dagger back into his waist and said briefly, "It's the Berserker inside." ”

"Berserker, I know, I wonder why the priest's spell didn't work at all, but instead fueled his rage, was it because he wasn't strong enough?" Morgan wondered as he recalled the scene of Becks' mutation.

"No, the spell worked, but he wasn't an ordinary berserker, but possessed by the spirit of Zabak!" Wings leapt onto the trunk of the tree and looked at Saarion in the village clearing.

"The spirit of Sabak possessed?, can you say anything concrete?" Morgan asked, tilting his head, to the elf.

"Generally speaking, people who are possessed by the surrounding berserkers are called berserkers, and the anger of the berserkers can be eliminated by calming the anger of the berserkers with the powerful heart purification technique of the breath of life. Feather Wing answered Morgan's question, but her eyes were still fixed on the battle in the open space not far away, where there were sparks from the collision of metals, in terms of quantity, there were not many sparks, and the frequency of production was not very fast, from which it was judged that Sarion was not in a bitter battle, and the female elf continued: "However, that companion of yours is a double madness, the first is an ordinary berserk elf, so when the priest's heart purification technique is released, it is only the first madness that is disintegrated. ”

"Double madness!" Morgan's eyes widened in disbelief, for this was the first time he had heard of the Berserker's rampage.

"Although the berserk elf was appeased, it completely unleashed the ability of the second madness, and I could see the soul of Zabak on the back of that man!"

"Why did you choose to be possessed by Bakers?" Morgan, who didn't know why, continued to ask.

"Don't you care about your other companion?" Feather Wing remained staring intently at the clearing in the middle of the village.

Morgan also looked at the place where the sparks were flying, "Saarion is a paladin, I believe that ordinary people can't help him, otherwise, those people would not have taken me and Bex hostage." “

"Hmph, in a little while, the paladin will be as terrible as that berserker!"

"I don't know the meaning of your words, but I would like you to answer my previous question. ”

"The soul of Zabak is not deliberately chosen to possess it, but has been lurking in the body of a specific creature for a long time, not so much a soul as a terrifying spirit condensed into a human form. When rampage, these horror spirits absorb the life or soul or other energy of the latent organism as the driving force. Those who can be possessed by the spirit of Sabak are called parasitic berserker!" Wing continued.

"So, these horror elves are like parasites, and the possessed people are like hosts, and the insects absorb energy from the host to exert their effects! No wonder Becks' fat disappears in an instant, it turns out that it is all absorbed!" Morgan suddenly realized.

"You're not stupid. Wing paused slightly, then said, "It's all started!" and the screams of the people followed.

Morgan heard the sound, and on one side there were long sparks, and on the other side were several huge hammers that shone brightly. "On one side is the spark from Becks' two-handed sword as it cuts through the enemy's armor, and he's already chasing down the mercenaries outside the house, and the other half of the hammer must be the power of the Holy Light of Sarion, right?"

"They're all immersed in their own desire to kill now, it's okay for the time being, and when the mercenaries are all dead, the real trouble will be!"

"Yes, Bex is possessed by the spirit of Zabak, controlled by the horror elves, and he can't tell whether the opponent is friend or foe, and he will chase after the opponent until his flesh and blood are blurred. There are still ordinary villagers in the village, and now I can only hope that the Holy Light of Sarion can stop the berserkers from going berserker!"

Feather Wing didn't answer, she took off the cape and two pointed elven ears leaked out, and her eyes looked around smartly, as if thinking about something!

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