"Is your attack only so powerful?"

His body staggered and almost fell, and Chersugan, who had eaten Berak's blow unreasonably, opened his mouth, revealing a pair of white teeth under his blackened face, and smiled. Anyone could see that his situation was not good, but he didn't seem to notice it at all.

"So you're just a bunch of bugs, you can't do anything at a pointless sacrifice!" Bellak shook his hand behind him, and a fire dragon wrapped around his right arm suddenly appeared, he thought that Chersugen was a strong man worthy of his serious treatment, but he didn't expect that he was just a reckless man who delayed some useless time except for causing some trouble to himself, "Don't you think what you just did was enough?

"In the name of the Light!"

Just as the enraged Berak bent down and tried to throw the fire dragon wrapped around his arm into Chersugan's face, a hoarse cry suddenly sounded in his ears, and as if by magic, the face of a girl split in half by a long scar suddenly appeared in his sight. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Berak would never have believed that the girl who was stabbing the Mithril dagger in her hand into her heart with incredible speed had rushed out of Chersugan's shadow, and yes, if it weren't for the sharp eyes that saw Joan still in the shadow, he couldn't even understand how the other party managed to make a surprise attack on him.

Succeeded, seeing that the Mithril dagger in his hand engraved with the special magic pattern of the church purifying monsters hit Belak's heart accurately, Joan did not hesitate to inject the power of holy light, which can be described as highly poisonous for vampires, into Belak's body along the dagger. Joan, who has fought with vampires more than once, looked at Belak and looked down at him with a look of surprise, those two sharp fangs that symbolize the identity of vampires will not come in handy now, for vampires, the holy light is a poison that can easily kill them, if there is clothing and magic protection, he may have to fight hard as a punishment knight who is not very good at manipulating the holy light, but if the holy light is released directly inside the opponent's heart, Joan believes that even the vampire ancestor she can kill.

"The Magicians Guild has taken a criminal thing like you as its minions, it seems that you magicians who don't know what to do are finally cornered, I really don't know how your elders should ask for forgiveness from the Holy Light in the Inquisition!"

These days, Baldwin has been kneaded like a sandbag but does not dare to resist the depressed mood at this moment, while turning his wrist viciously to stir the dagger in Barack's heart, Joan, who finally let out a bad breath, exposed the little devil attribute in her heart at this moment, grinning and saying with a poisonous tongue.

"That's a terrible thing, after all, she hates this kind of trouble the most. ”

Generally speaking, whether it is a human or a vampire, it is certain to die if you are messed around like this by Joan, but when a big hand firmly grasped the wrist of the carried away Joan, the young lady of the punishment knight suddenly found that there was no blood oozing out of the wound that she had pierced with a dagger, and when she raised her head tremblingly, she was even more horrified to find that this transparent man who should have died was chatting with herself calmly.

"The evil spirits are scattered!"

Hoping to the gods in her heart, Joan reacted very quickly and threw out an intermediate holy spell with her left hand, which had not yet been controlled by Belak, and a dazzling light that all evil spirits could not avoid shot out from her palm, completely enveloping Belak, who was holding her wrist and holding her in the air. Unable to be harmed by physical weapons, Joan quickly thought that the enemy in front of her might be the fault of an incorporeal person such as a wraith, but after the divine light, what remained in front of Joan was a slightly mocking smile on Barac's oval face.

Raising his foot at will, Berak kicked Chersugan who was standing in place lightly and flew out, and the man who was already injured was not lightly slammed into the wall, spitting blood and holding on to the ground on one knee, he obviously lost the strength to fight again. After dealing with Chersugan, Barack quickly returned to Joan, who was hanging in the air like a chick by his own arm.

"No tricks?"

Raising his hand, he lifted Joan, who couldn't break free of his pincer-like hands no matter how hard he tried, and Barack gently stroked Joan's smooth face with his large, calloused hands.

"Don't touch me with your dirty hands, heretic!"

Turning her face away in disgust, Joan frowned and shouted, as Belak said, she was really helpless and could only do something to the advantage of her tongue now, Barac's existence was something she had never been in contact with, no matter what tricks she used, her attacks were like a cow in a swamp, and even the wound that had just been pierced by the Mithril dagger had healed in this short period of time.

"Hundreds of years have passed, and you punishment knights are still as stupid as before, why don't you hurry up and pray for your so-called holy light, the so-called god-sama, to save you? You can try it and see if they really manifest spirits, right?"

Belakti slipped through Joan, and as he spoke, he turned his gaze to Nagi, who was treating Caesar's badly injured wounds, and although he was taunting Joan like a cat and mouse, it was as if he was talking to Nagi.

"You know? I once magnanimously allowed a young girl of punishment knight about your age to kneel on the ground and pray for three days and three nights, and finally the insane child hallucinated, and she really thought that an angel with three pairs of snow-white wings had come to save her! Seeing her excitedly and excitedly pointing to the empty air and describing to me the handsome appearance of the messenger sent by Lord God to destroy me, I really couldn't bear to kill such a lovely child with my own hands, so I threw her aside to the sheepfold of the farmhouse and you left to fend for yourself!"

Throwing Joan to the ground, it seems that Barack still inherited some gentlemanly blood from the Britannes compared to the roughness of Caesar's father and son, and he did not do anything cruel to a girl like Joan. Despite this, his words were merciless to the defense of Joan's fragile heart, and when the vaunted holy arts and martial arts were completely ineffective, even the powerful punishment knight would immediately turn into a poor girl trembling in place with her body in her arms.

"You can try it too, and Nagi, and you, half-hung magician, you can pray together and see if there will be any miracles?"

With his hand on the heads of the three girls present, Barack shouted arrogantly, there are indeed many people in this world who doubt the existence of gods, but generally speaking, most of them choose to adopt an attitude of worshiping ghosts and gods and staying away, but a guy like Barack who completely despises the existence of gods is a rare creature in a sense.

"What's the use of trying hard if you can get strength by just praying, and I'm so grateful for teaching my unsuccessful subordinate a lesson, Mr. Barack," Holding his sword against the neck of Professor Devon, who raised his hands above his head and smiled awkwardly, Baldwin, dressed in military uniform, slowly turned in from outside the door, his eyes hidden under the fully enclosed helmet emitted a scorching light in the narrow observation holes, although his tone still maintained his previous calmness, but the defeat of Chersugen and Joan still made the would-be king frown, "Or should you be called the Seventh Apostle, Mr. Francis, the Free Man?"

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