At the head of the procession, a man about thirty years old, dressed in a white robe with the Viscount's medallion on it, was followed by a group of people dressed as peasants, among whom four peasants carried a coffin, and there was a faint cry from the coffin. [Full text reading]

Slanberger slowly stepped out of the carriage and watched the funeral procession with a frown. The nobleman on the fork in the road also saw Slanberge, and the education brought to him by the privilege was enough for him to understand what the priestly robe that Sranberger was wearing, and the nobleman couldn't help but froze, and the farmers behind him also stopped, and exchanged their heads and whispered in their ears.

"Excuse me, who's in the coffin?" asked Slanberge, in a loud voice.

"My lord, it's my son. The nobleman replied respectfully.

"Then you are going to ......"

"My lord, my son has contracted a serious disease, and the doctor in the town said that there is no way to treat it, and he can live for a few days at most, and I can't bear to see my child suffer from the disease, so ...... So I thought ......"

"Nonsense!" Shi Lan Beige's face turned cold: "Open the coffin, let me see." ”

"Understood. The nobleman looked surprised and delighted, turned around and shouted, "What are you still doing in a daze? Hurry up and put the coffin down, pry it open, hurry up!"

"This old god is spreading the glory of the God of Light again. Buzzurellano smiled: "Let's go down too." ”

An Fei and the others have different expressions, in fact, in order to expand their influence and recruit more believers, each religion is claiming that it can relieve people from the torture of illness. In the same way, the cultists of the goddess of nature have done it no less. Strictly speaking, he Buzzureano is also a god, but he doesn't talk about goddesses all day long.

Soon. The coffin was pried open, and the cry paused for a moment, then became unusually loud, as if in protest against the abandonment he had suffered. Slanberre walked over slowly, and sure enough, there was a child lying in the coffin, covered in black linen. Only a small face was revealed, pale in color, and the cheeks were so thin that they were covered with wrinkles.

"How old is this kid?"

"More than a year old. ”

"You're ruthless. Slanberger sneered.

"My lord, I really can't help it, I only have this one son......" The nobleman's face was bitter, and he replied timidly.

Slanberger bent down and gently picked the child out. There was a kind smile on his face, and a hundred beautiful words were not as good as a practical deed, and this truth was understood by Slanbergé, and it was clearly stipulated in the teachings. The priests of the Quartet will do their part when they encounter this kind of thing.

Anfei jumped out of the carriage after Buzureano, first glancing around. Then his eyes turned to Slanbergé, and suddenly, a little yellow thing caught An Fei's attention, and after merging with the heart of nature, his vision became very sharp, even if he didn't trigger that kind of mysterious induction, he could see things in the distance, and at this moment he could clearly see that the child had a layer of calluses on his heels, and they were calluses!

In the flash of his mind, An Feidi's figure had already rushed forward, and he shouted angrily: "Be careful!" Before the words fell, the air element condensed in the palm of An Fei's palm at an extremely fast speed, and then An Fei struggled to project the elemental gun in his hand.

Although Slanberge is a priest of light who is not good at close combat, his reaction speed is also extremely fast, hearing An Fei's warning voice, Slanberge did not hesitate to raise his arm and throw the child in his arms out, but at the same time, the child's face showed a cunning and smug smile that only adults can have, and a little cold light cut through the black linen cloth and stabbed into the heart of Slanberge.

Blood splattered, and Slanberge was already wounded, and he staggered backwards, and the strange child actually levitated in the air, trying to pursue Slanberge, cutting through the sky. The screaming elemental spear bought Slanberge a little time, and this time was enough, a shield of light appeared out of thin air to envelop Slanberge, and in front of him, a dense network of vines and plants appeared, some of the vines swayed and rolled towards the child, and the other part was entangled to form a green protective net, which was the magic released by Buzureano.

"How so? You...... You're not my son! you're ......," the nobleman jumped suddenly.

The child's body circled, bypassing the entanglement of vines and plants, and passed past the nobleman, and in the cold light in his hand, the nobleman's head had risen to the sky.

The funeral farmers were dumbfounded, but their knowledge was very limited, and the child didn't bother to do anything to them, and his floating figure shook quickly, and he quickly flew straight into the air, once again avoiding the entanglement of vines and plants, and fled into the distance. But as soon as his body activated, another sharp wind shot out, and the child turned around and waved the dagger in his hand to block it, just blocking the lightning arrow, but the wind blade attached to the arrow penetrated through and shot the child's body, pale cyan light

A hazy layer of something disintegrated the Wind Blade's attack.

The child suffered because his stature was too small and his mass was limited, although the wind blade did not cause damage, but it made his body roll in the air involuntarily, and when he stabilized his body again, he saw An Fei more than ten meters away and the longbow that had been drawn again in An Fei's hand.

"Stay. An Fei said indifferently.

The child's body froze, at this time, whoever moved first occupied the disadvantage, An Fei shot first, the child could avoid the arrow and then run away, the child moved first, the pursuing arrow may cause him a heavy blow, the magic shield was destroyed in the attack just now, and he had no basis for it.

At this moment, Susanna, who was wrapped in a fighting spirit, pressed up from the side, and Buzureano stood coldly behind An Fei, he didn't care about the siege, so he only released his magic once from beginning to end. A strange glint flashed in the child's eyes, and a wave that was imperceptible to the naked eye swept towards An Fei. An Fei didn't move, the arrow on the string was still firmly pointed at the child's chest, this level of mental attack could not have any effect on him at all.

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The child's eyes showed a look of pain, his body shook, and he involuntarily fell to the ground, the pain of mental backlash made him temporarily lose the ability to control himself, at this moment, Susanna's sword drew an arc in the air, straight to the child's shoulder, An Fei also let go of his hand, and the arrow shot out.

The child let out an unwilling scream, but unfortunately this sound could not be used as a weapon to hurt the opponent, Susanna's long sword had already pierced through the child's left shoulder, and the strong force caused the long sword to penetrate the opponent's body, and then pierced through the right shoulder, and An Fei's arrow also shot the child in the chest, creating a large bloody hole in the left chest.

"Let's go, go back the way we came, and go now!" Anfei retracted the longbow into the spatial ring, turned and shouted.

"Wait...... Bring his weapon. Slanbergé said in a deep, muffled voice, and then added, "Be careful. ”

An Fei was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward and snatched the long sword from Susanna's hand, swung the sword down, and cut off the child's arm, the tip of the sword at one point, piercing the child's right hand. Since Slanbergé said to be careful, it must not be careless, and this kind of cruel thing is not suitable for Suzanne to do.

The four accompanying druids had already rushed forward and supported Slanberger left and right, but unfortunately Slanberger did not appreciate it, pushed away those druids, and stood there stubbornly, as a peak powerhouse, he had his own pride, even if he was injured, he was unwilling to rely on the help of others. The torn priest's robes on his chest revealed a gap, and the well-maintained muscles of Slanberger could be faintly seen, and strangely the muscles at the wound were constantly changing color, sometimes black, sometimes pale.

An Fei walked over with a long sword, and Slanberger silently took off the dagger in the corpse's hand, with a complicated expression on his face: "It's Anassita, this is her revenge." ”

"Cursed Fang!?" Buzureano recognized the dagger.

"Blame me for being careless. Slanberger smiled bitterly and said, "I only think of necromancers, but I forget about those assassins who are willing to be in the company of the devil. ”

"My lord, time is running out, we should go back immediately!" An Fei said softly, if he fights with the necromancer, Slanberge is definitely the main force of the main force, in the country of mercenaries, An Fei has seen countless zombies turned into ashes under the magic of Slanberge, and now Slanberge is injured, the future is worrying, and An Fei does not want to take risks.

"Nope. Slanberger shook his head: "You don't know Annasita, we can't go back now, we can only move forward." ”

"Onward?" Anfei's gaze turned to Buzureano.

"The old god is right. Buzureano said lightly.

"What? Anfei, are you scared?" Slanberger smiled, "Don't worry, such a curse won't affect me." ”

An Fei breathed a sigh of relief, he could see that the wound on Slanberge's chest was about seven or eight centimeters long, and the wound was not deep but not shallow, but Slanberger should have cast some kind of light magic, and the blood flowed out very slowly. In any case, such an injury is not light, but what Slanberger cares about is not the injury, but the curse, and you can imagine how powerful that curse is.

In fact, there are countless people in this world who have the talent to become the peak of the strong, but the vast majority of people have fallen on the road of the strong for various reasons or mistakes, and the people who survived to stand at the top of the pyramid are the elite of the elite, and the hardships and dangers they have experienced are unimaginable to ordinary people. Negative factors such as trauma will not affect their state, but will inspire a fighting spirit like a rainbow, and at this moment, Slanbergé and Buzureano have shown the pride that only the truly strong can have.