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"Dangerous"

In the midst of the screams, a force was applied to his shoulders, and his body was pushed away a few feet, but the price of doing so was that the back of the paladin's shoulders was completely exposed to the slender blade before the dazzling cold light, the luster of spiritual energy flickered, and the armor blessed by magic was even vulnerable

Edward's eyes tightened. (If you like this book, please bookmark biquge.info)

He watched as the burst of light scattered like fireworks, but what was cut open was actually a subtle dimension, although the armor of the paladin was enchanted extraordinary, but it could not resist this other layer of destruction, he watched the metal crack, the enchantment dissipated, and then, the skin underneath...... The crimson blood gushed outward, taking up the space like a fantasy just now, and drawing a warm color on the skin.

The cold power followed him, erasing the last flashes of armor, and the gray mist formed grinning skeletons, proclaiming to everyone the power of evil, the power of death.

And so the light body slumped forward with the damage, and fell into the arms of the psychic mancer. The smell of rust filled his nose, and the blue pupils that were all close at hand were slowly losing their lustre, making Edward's heart twitch, and his mind was left blank.

The blood rushed into the body, as hot as a flame, but it seemed to be piercing cold.

Accustomed to blood, accustomed to scars, accustomed to death?

No, actually, all the qiē is just because of indifference, because of habit, but if you can't be indifferent, you can't get used to even a little blood, let alone ...... Be calm in the face of death.

The smell of blood was so fishy, the woman's body, but there was a faint fragrance, and the strange perception of the mixture interrupted the thinking for a moment, and the eyes looked at the qiē in front of him, but he seemed to know nothing, even if the transposition person put away his sword, grabbed the red-robed man, and then turned around and jumped into a void door, it was not so fast, and he couldn't grasp it.

"Idiot, what are you doing? Why don't you give her a painful memory? Scared silly? Also, don't you have healing magic? Why are you staying? You want her to die in front of you like this?"

The voice of the Spirit Crystal Servant sounded in his head, dry and calm, just like his creator.

Makes the hunter shake a little.

It's like the originally wandering soul, which seems to have finally returned to its own four positions. His gaze turned, and he found himself pressing the paladin's wound to death, but for the wound that could barely be concealed from his hands from neck to back. This action just makes more blood gush out. And the dripping blood has actually rendered a blockbuster.

Ah, yes, what am I doing?

Positive energy pours out of the healing wand, activating the cells, sealing the wound, structuring and repairing it in an instant.

It wasn't an easy job, even though the wand that sealed the magic was just a storehouse—to heal the horrific two-foot-long, bone-deep wound almost meant draining the energy from the wand. Purely use spiritual power to urge the magic circle, invoking a completely different source of energy, even if it is one

A genuine formal mage may not be able to do it lightly, not to mention that a qiē must be extremely fast, because the loss of blood will also become a fatal injury.

Thank God, a qiē shun lì.

Throw down the original and expensive. Now as useless as a small stick, Edward hugged his body in his arms with the gentlest movements, feeling the faint but steady breathing, he sighed and looked around.

The red-robed man and his fellow Psychic Warriors had already turned into a shadow at the far end of their sight...... Psionic energy eliminates the need for complicated gestures and lengthy spells, so any door becomes the most effective escape spell, let alone a transposed monster who knows space extremely well and can glide through the air at any time.

But a qiē doesn't end there. Yes, it's not over yet, it's far from over.

First of all, it was the undead who was retreating from the queen of Cang, his figure was disappearing in a flowing light and shadow, losing all means of attack, and being abandoned by his companions at the first time, he could only hope for the 'seemingly useful' trick that the red-robed man had just used-

It's a pity that for Edward, this meaningless move will only make the fire in his heart burn a little stronger.

He strode forward, grasping the paladin's sword.

Before the mortally wounded undead could notice it, the weapon had brought out a wound in his chest that had nearly cut him in half. Then the shriveled flesh, which had no blood gushing out, spread to both sides in a disgusting mush, and the hapless creature let out a howl like a helpless girl in the face of a gangster. But it couldn't stop the light that represented positive energy from destroying his body, burning him like a brilliant torch—almost in the blink of an eye.

But that's not the end of it.

The emotions in my heart still seem indescribable.

Is that flame angry, is it anger that you are surprised that the enemy has taken advantage of it? Or is it hatred for the viciousness of the other party? No, that is too naïve, on the battlefield, you are dead and alive, there is no room for it, it is not worth investing in feelings—or more, it is a kind of guilt for the protector, and the helplessness of oneself? is it because of the slight remorse that arises after the refusal? is it the unwillingness to seriously injure the innocent and valued people?

But whatever it was, the hunter's heart was actually no longer interested in pursuing it, and strange feelings burned in his mind, turning the veins and filling the muscles, making the spirit extremely excited, unable to be calmed.

So, how do you do that?

At the far end of the line of sight, the battle was nearing its end - the number of undead could not be replenished with the collapse of the founder, and the werewolf power, no matter how strong, could not break through the tight defenses of the knights. It's just that the beast has lost its forward-looking intelligence after transforming, and will only follow its instinctive battle will and keep moving forward.

Just like that, kill them, tear them apart, smash them, let them also experience the pain of loss, the horror of death. As well as me

of anger...... This may calm my heart.

A voice seemed to declare so.

......

Woohoo

The werewolf reached out its huge claws, so fast that the air hissed softly, and the tips of its claws squeezed the moisture in the air, pulling out five faint tail mist

Rudolph raised his tower shield to block the blow, and the bone and iron oak slammed into each other with a loud thud, causing the knight to retreat a dozen feet away, but with the help of the gap created by the interception, three sharp blades had already volleyed into the air, cutting three wounds between the attacker's chest and abdomen

His gaze swept over the iron skin, five concave holes, even a thousand people couldn't help frowning, and the wound that had just been stabbed by the chopping and stabbing was slightly squirming in the monster's body, and the bleeding had stopped almost in the blink of an eye, and the werewolf just took a few steps back nonchalantly and let out a mocking low roar.

What a hassle......

Rudolph gritted his teeth, noticing that several of his subordinates were already panting...... Although the attacks of these monsters in front of them were fierce, they were not surprising, just the near-infinite body and extraordinary recovery ability were enough to give them the advantage in the protracted battle. What's more, his side has to keep an eye on the safety of those fragile vase knights, and what's worse, this has also been discovered by the werewolves.

"Give it to me. ”

A voice suddenly cut through the noise of the battlefield.

The voice was calm, gentle, but with an element of inviolability, and Rudolph turned his gaze to notice the black-robed figure slowly approaching, holding a man across his arms—seemingly unscrupulous, ready to pass between the werewolf and his three men

"Are you scared crazy? ...... you"

Rudolph couldn't help but let out an expletive, but the words had barely been spat out, and they were already pinned to the corners of his lips.

Legend has it that the madness of the Krurod barbarians is derived from the beast blood they mixed into a long time ago, and this powerful transformation, while giving the host great power, will also erase their negative feelings, dull the sense of pain, and numb the perception of fear.

But the real threat is not something that numbness can fight.

The power of terror is formed in the spirit, the bones are broken, the tendons are broken, and the abdomen is disemboweled...... Countless terrible thoughts were extracted from the corners of forgotten memories, wiped fresh and then poured into them like a tide, and the explosive charge in the nerves crashed into the most vulnerable part of the werewolf's mind, causing the beast to fall headlong, and before he fell to the ground, he let out a roar that was earth-shattering, and the poignancy of it almost made his kind tremble and stop in his tracks.

The howling stopped abruptly, and the battlefield fell into a small silence for a moment.

All the creatures stopped in unison, as if out of an instinct to be in danger, and everyone subconsciously turned their gaze to the black figure at the intersection.

And he just put down the person he was holding lightly, and whispered to several knights: "Take care of her," so the three knights who were facing the werewolf seemed to pause involuntarily, and then back

Retreat, looking at the short, black shadow, stepping in front of them.

It's a short, illusory peace—

And what broke it was a roar like thunder.

As the hunter's body slid backwards a foot, hundreds of steel balls in the air and formed a black network, pounced on the second werewolf, the orc's huge body was unable to dodge at all, so the metal with terrible power tore open the skin and pierced the body, and even broke it, shattering the bones as solid as steel, setting off a storm of flesh and blood everywhere it went, when the heavy and pungent gunpowder smoke dissipated, the werewolf's body was almost out of shape, and the muscles between the chest and abdomen were bombarded into a sticky, jagged bones, blood plasma splashed, faintly revealing the smoke behind.

Beasts possess excellent recovery abilities, but in the face of such weapons, their recovery abilities are simply equivalent to nothing.

"The third one. ”

The psychic warlock let out a low murmur - it wasn't a calculation error, the third giant wolf had wobbled and collapsed to death, 'experiencing severe pain' silently crushing his nerves.

But it wasn't all without a price, the recoil of psionic energy with all his might would also cause damage to the psychic warlock, and Edward frowned, feeling the pain of his scalp like a tiny pinprick.

However, at this time, the opponent should not be allowed the slightest breathing room.

The two remaining werewolves leaned down and let out a low whimper from their throats, and after a slight pause, one of them was already slowly moving forward

It was the tallest of all werewolves, a beast over eight feet tall with a muscular body. With the power of an explosion, there were six or seven wounds that were constantly bleeding outward, sticking the black beast hair together. But he seemed to feel his green pupils staring at the dwarf human who had just approached, and he leaned down, arching his back, thick saliva spilling out of his jagged fangs, bringing a pungent breath in the air, and trembling deep in his throat, turning into a horrible snort.

But the psychic warlock just raised his head, threw away the tin box in his hand, pushed off the hood above his head, his face revealed a strange pale in the faint light, his thin lips pursed tightly, and in the pupils of his eyes, the bright color was as cold and hard as metal.

The werewolf let out a terrible roar, and the wild instinct seemed to drive him back, but the beastly rage, made the opposite decision.

Without waiting for him to make a judgment, a fist had already appeared from a place he did not expect. Hit him on the tip of the nose, and the steel was cast into a ring, breaking the cartilage in it with a click

The end of the werewolf's nose, like that of a wild beast, was full of nerves, and the sudden blow made it scream in pain, and the sharp pain and soreness hit the eye sockets, so he involuntarily raised his head and closed his eyes

But what the other party wants is the gap in his nerve reflex.

A slight pause had decided the game, and the psychic mancer jumped up and pressed the back of his head down

For a moment, Edward's brain seemed to be grasped by a pair of huge palms, squeezing out every trace of residual energy in it, and the vertigo was even pulled deep into his throat.

But the effect of this pain in exchange is just as admirable - the touch of dissipation is maxed out, and the psionic energy bet is enough to transport the flesh and bones of the werewolf skull to nowhere else

So, the fragile remnants of the almost transparent layer could not resist the pressure of the iron glove at all, and it collapsed and shattered with a clatter, so the hand reached into the werewolf's head, and without hesitation, it flipped over, and the blood and brains splashed everywhere, and when the hand was pulled out again with a soft and solidified red and white, the beast that was originally full of murderous intent turned into a puddle of dead flesh, and fell to the ground with a bang, knocking out a large cloud of dust

This terrible change seemed to finally destroy the fighting spirit of the last werewolf, and he jumped backwards without hesitation, and left the distance of ten feet in one leap

But that's about it.

A beam of turquoise luster, the moment he hit the ground, just shone into his eye sockets.

The corrosive pain not only made the monster roar, but also took away his life after a few breaths

Standing up beside the bone-covered wreckage, the young hunter was expressionless, but the blood stains that slid down his face were enough to be the best decoration, and even a regular knight couldn't help but shudder in his heart and look away, let alone the timid nobles behind him who were completely frightened.

It's a long time to say, but in fact, from the beginning of the battle to the reversal of victory and defeat, it is only within a short hourglass scale, and the battle that kills the necromancer and expells the transposer is the most thrilling, but how can the far-reaching magic wrestle compare to the impact of the werewolf's instant death?

And so the battle ended...... Looking around, the pungent smell of blood made Edward's eyes narrow.

"Luckily. A weak smile condensed into the corners of her fair mouth, and Elena whispered, "I thought"

"I didn't expect that the holy warriors, who have always regarded death in battle as honor, would have something to fear?"

"For the paladins, death is not fearful, and the grace of the gods will perpetuate their souls, especially for the sake of faith. Whereas...... What we fear is not death, but the separation of life and death that death brings. ”

Speaking of this, the female knight suddenly stopped, she closed her eyes, and stopped speaking,

Edward narrowed his eyes, looked at the pale face, a touch of sorrow, and was a little surprised, this female knight who was as resolute as a marble statue, beautiful and stubborn, for the first time showed a weak and helpless expression.

"Fear of parting with loved ones...... Is it?"

As if to sweep away the gloom in his chest, Edward exhaled a long breath and ran his fingers over Elena's silk-smooth golden hair. Even if she is a holy warrior, no matter how strong she is on the surface, after all, she is still a woman in her bones. And she's just a girl in her cardamom years. Walking on the battlefield of life and death in an instant, the edge of the scythe of death, this is undoubtedly a cruelty.

Faced with this completely unexperienced feeling, Elena seemed quite frightened, and the light touch of her fingertips on the soft and plump waist caused a slight tremor in her body.

Closed his eyes.

The paladin's look made Edward want to smile a little, but in the end, he just lowered his head and let his lips slide off the other's forehead and across the bridge of his nose to find the soft cherry color.

The girl's lips were soft, fragrant, and cold with a little blood loss, so Edward sucked softly, warming them with his own temperature, to be continued.

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