Roth has missed three chances to take out the poor warrior's shadow, while also discovering the shadows' greatest weakness.

That is, they can only repeat the techniques they used in their lifetimes, and they can no longer make any innovations.

This poor warrior obviously lacked experience in fighting people, or people of equal strength, and almost two moves would reveal a clear flaw in the face of the Qin and Han-style sword techniques used by Rot, and every ten sword strikes would be found by Rott a fatal entry point.

This is also understandable given his timid nature.

It is no wonder that nearly half of the officers in the army are now Qin and Han people, and at this stage, the United Kingdom is facing the heroes of the past of the Wicken people, and the Qin and Han people are just a distant legend to them at that time, let alone know how to fight the Qin and Han people.

After hundreds of years of exchanges, although there has been no conclusion on which of the two views of [internal force is a special fighting energy that can produce spell-like abilities] and [magic power and fighting energy are both extreme internal forces] is correct, at least there is still a consensus on the fact that people's combat skills are much stronger than those of the ancients.

Perhaps the Qin and Han people's superiority in the army would only disappear when they hit their own homeland.

After getting acquainted with his opponent, Roth felt that he had entered a very safe state, and if he dealt with the fighter now, he might provoke the middle-aged priest to use some new methods.

The priest paid only minimal attention to Roth and Bin the Dwarf, and from time to time he summoned other shadows, and from time to time he made similar moves for the shadows to possess him, presumably in search of Thrando's location, right?

Roth didn't have the slightest dedication to the bait, so he asked Therlandor to fight the priest.

Now Roth was more concerned about the scorched armor-clad shadow who was fighting the dwarf Bin.

Dwarf Zibin's silk thread showed a painful expression every time he severed his opponent's limbs, and the hands that controlled the silk thread were now visibly burned, and even though he had been suppressing it with his fighting energy, the scope of the burn was still spreading.

Compared to this strange ability, the charred shadow combat skills are not worth mentioning, that is, the level of ordinary village militia or self-police regiments.

"Shorty Bin, let's swap opponents!" Roth staggered to the warrior's side, stabbed his left armpit and plunged into the warrior's side chest, seriously wounded, but not fatal.

Then he drew the knife to the right and slapped the blade of the knife on the face of the charred shadow.

Just this level of contact, Roth felt a burning breath invade along the knife in his hand, perhaps because Roth did not cause wounds to the other party, this level was barely bearable.

"Your level of internal strength is much worse than mine, and you can't stand it even more if you replace you!" said the dwarf bin, but he still took advantage of this to distance himself from the charred shadow, and cut the shadow of the warrior who was about to recover from his serious injuries into several pieces.

The middle-aged priest didn't bother to look at them more, and raised his finger, and the warrior's shadow instantly returned to its original state and rushed towards the dwarf bin.

After losing the first move, Bin the Short, as an assassin, has no chance to kill the warrior in an instant, and although he can find an opportunity to cut off the opponent's hands and feet from time to time, as long as the injuries are not fatal enough for the shadows, they will not be able to return them to the sludge.

"Damn, Roth, you're going to find a way to hold out a little longer!

The middle-aged pastor couldn't help but sneer when he heard this.

What's the point of fighting a wheel war with the tireless shadow? If it weren't for not wanting to let these two baits disturb him, the shadow of that warrior would be unnecessary at all, and the ability of [Telxiu] alone would be enough to kill these two.

Telxiu used to be an ordinary militia member of a village during his lifetime, and he was unknown all his life.

But when he was forty years old, his village was caught in the middle of a war, and the rival lords were blocked from attacking the city, intending to sack the surrounding villages to replenish supplies and deter the enemy army, and after slaughtering two villages, he came to the village of Telxiu.

The villagers had nowhere to run, even the nearby castle was already besieged, and they could not count on the protection of the lord.

If the villagers brought food and property, they would not be able to escape the pursuit of the enemy, but if they gave up on this, they would definitely not survive the coming winter.

At this time, Telxiu stood up, and he stood alone on the stone bridge, blocking the front of the army.

Although it was not difficult to cross the river directly, the nobleman who led the army did not feel that a village militia was qualified to do so, so he ordered the army to cross the bridge.

But they can't get by.

Don't think about it alone.

At first, the enemy took him as a joke and sent the weakest men in the army to fight Telxiu, and the nobles acquiesced to the soldiers' small amusements.

After a hard-fought battle, Telxiu slew the weak soldier, causing the enemy to burst into laughter.

Then he killed the second one, and his laughter became a little thin.

Thirdly, no one can laugh out loud anymore.

Fourth, the soldiers were angry and unacceptable.

......

Fifty-second.

It was a tough fight every time, but every time he stood to the end.

The soldiers were as silent as they were at a funeral, and the nobles were annoyed.

Even if a soldier who can't even beat the militia dies, he dies, but the number of fifty-two is too much!

Unable to accept this loss, and unable to accept that he had really let the situation develop to this point, the nobleman was angry, and directly called out the crossbowman and shot [Telxiu] into a hedgehog.

But something terrible happened.

Even though he had been fatally wounded, [Telxiu] still refused to fall!

The narrow stone bridge could only allow two people to attack at the same time, but no matter how many people came, the militia that should have died a long time ago was still standing!

The enraged nobles eventually summoned the mage and burned Telxiu to charred with flames.

But no soldier was willing to cross the river for a long time.

Their feelings for Telxiu have long since transcended fear and turned into awe.

They couldn't knock him down, so they didn't have the right to cross that river.

The aristocracy's anger and threat of death were not enough to restrain their soldiers, and in their eyes, the nobles flinched.

An army was repulsed by one man, and a nobleman was completely incapacitated from leading an army.

This is the legend of Telxiu.

This is the servant that middle-aged pastors are proud of.

Heroes may be beings who stand on people, but the priests who are the messengers of God are the closest people to the gods!

The goodness of man is a finite divinity, and the divinity of God is the infinite goodness.

The divinity of God exists in the past, present, and future, endlessly.

Man's goodness is limited, but man can approach the gods through prayer and exercise.

It is by extending their goodness that the pastists connect with and enslave the Lamb of the Lord who once existed.

The longer the history of mankind, the stronger the [past] accumulated by mankind, and it is only natural that the [past] will become the largest faction in the church and the mainstay of the world.

If there is no past as a cornerstone, how can the present exist, and if there is no present, how can the future begin?

But since the appearance of the filthy world, everything has changed.

A large number of pastorist priests were consumed by filth when they connected with the past, and the heroic shadow that was supposed to be the shield of humanity became a sharp blade in the hands of [filth].

Although humanity eventually survived at the sacrifice of the true God, the Pasteurists lost their place completely.

Futurist visionaries and presentist youths dominate the church, and the names of pastoralism are almost forgotten.

But those are also [the past]!

The middle-aged priest has finally found the breath of that abominable mage!

Because this bastard himself was reprimanded by name, this is still a case of concealing the fact that the other party is not actually dead!

What a humiliation it is for them to be about to take control of the world again as God's spokesmen, but they encounter such a thing, making themselves an incompetent fellow in the eyes of their superiors!

Obviously he has such an excellent servant, why did he fall into this field......

The more he thought about it, the more angry the middle-aged priest became, gathering a large amount of filthy power, which gathered into a huge shadow under his feet.

With a loud roar, the Shadow pulled itself out of the ground, but lost its strength midway through it, leaving it unclinged to the ground.

——

In the midst of the confusion of time and space, an unrecognizable figure was trying to get close to the illusion where Roth was, but a man in gray followed closely behind, slashing him continuously.

Neither before nor after, the unrecognizable had no chance to approach Roth.

But now, at the moment when this giant shadow appeared, the man in gray had a moment of doubt, which slowed him down for a moment.

——

"I've finally found you!

Roth fell into the "hallucination" again, and an unrecognizable man with only half of his body left pounced on him!

The other man did not hold any weapons or use any magic, but the indiscriminate waving of his fingers, which seemed to be ready to bruise him, made Roth instinctively fearful, as if if he could touch him, his entire existence would cease to exist!

But at the same time, Roth also met again with the gray-clothed Qin Han man after a long absence.

The gray mist rose up, and Roth turned into a gray-clothed man, and the single sword in his hand was entangled in the gray mist and turned into a gray long sword, and a three-foot sword light gushed out from the long sword.

So the upper body of the unrecognizable person was cut in two again.

"Damn!" said the unrecognizable in a strange way, even though his face was halved, "so you are a crippled shadow who only exists by parasitic on someone else's soul!?

The man in gray didn't answer his question, or maybe he didn't have the ability to answer.

The unrecognizable man seemed to have figured out something again, and sneered with a face that was divided into two parts: "That's right, this world has become like this, if you weren't crippled and would have been unlucky with God by now, you wouldn't have found trouble with me! No! Maybe it's because you're in your current state that you're so difficult! But that's okay, I already know how to solve you!"

The unrecognizable man threw out a drop of blood with his last strength, and the gray-clothed man immediately greeted him with a sword, but the drop of blood disappeared the moment it touched the sword!

"You wait for me!" After the unrecognizable left such a sentence, Roth's hallucinations ended.

"Roth!" Bin the Dwarf roared, cutting Telxiu into several pieces with silk thread, saving Roth, who seemed to be stupefied by the Shadow.

But then he could not protect himself from the shadow of the warrior.

Dwarf Bin gave up and closed his eyes, but the expected pain did not appear.

"I've heard that the process of being corrupted by filth is very painful?"

"It hurts. ”

Roth replied.

Bin the Dwarf opened his eyes and found that the warrior's shadow had been skulled by Roth.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then snorted, "What? You have been eroded? How did you survive it?"

"I don't remember much about someone who saved me. Roth recalled with a frown, feeling a little headache.

Short Zibin didn't ask anymore, knocked on Lot's waist and said, "If you can't think about it, you don't have to think about it, it's normal to have no memory when you encounter that kind of thing." But you still owe me my life! I admit it's scary, but if you're scared every time you come across something scary, I'd advise you to go back and become a businessman!"

"Well, thank you, there won't be a next time. Roth nodded, and casually killed [Telxiu] who had been reborn at some point.

"Hey, you don't have your hand!" said the dwarf Bin in a hurry.

But then he found that Roth's hand was safe, and the scorching power was dissipated before it could spread to Roth's hand.

"You...... How are you ......?"

"Just learned. Roth shook his head, feeling a little dazed.

Short Zibin was unhappy: "No, you Qin and Han people's breakthrough turned out to be nonsense? I almost died just now, so I became stronger? Why can't I touch such a good thing!"

"I think it's a bad thing. Roth replied as he slashed Telxiu again.

It was only then that Bin realized that the shadow of the warrior who had been turned into sludge had not regenerated until now.

"Is that the priest's attention out of our side anymore?" said the dwarf Bin in confusion.

Roth looked at Telxiu, who stood up again, and said, "This charred shadow is very special. ”

"That's no nonsense, I'm all blisters on my hands now!" Dwarf Zibin remembered the burns on his hands as soon as he reminded him, and grinned in pain, "Aren't you able to resist the heat? ”

Roth killed Telxiu again, but this time it felt bad.

"Not really, it seems that the more he is killed, the stronger he becomes!" Roth became cautious again.

"Ah, what kind of monster is this?" said the dwarf bin angrily, "Then don't kill it, use the back of the knife!"

Roth nodded, and asked the dwarf again, "Uh, aren't you going over there to help?"

"Over there, I don't think I'm needed now, do I?"

The giant shadow summoned by the priest waved its massive palm and smashed into a building that suddenly appeared.

The house was reduced to ruins in an instant, but it was not Serandor who stood in the way.

Serrando was sitting cross-legged on the bed watching a play.

After talking to the stand-in of Serandor in the illusion, Noah, the priest of the [Now School], was filled with the holy light that had been tempered hard, and condensed a pair of golden fists magnified several times on his arms, resisting the giant palms.

The Berserker Vikin Kaka, who had just been sent in by Thrando outside, swung his giant wand, breaking Shadow's arm.

"Bastard mage!" the middle-aged priest roared.

Serrando replied with a sneering face, "Pastor SB, I'm sorry Noah, I didn't mean you, you're not a faction, are you?"

"It's okay! Scold! scold me!" Noah spits, "CTM's is true! I thought it was the dark people trying to break the wedge between our church, but I didn't expect it to be true! I have to hammer these scum to death!"

"We're scum!?" the middle-aged priest immediately commanded the Shadow to slap it with his other hand, "You rebels who are trying to create a new god are also qualified?"

Noah was even more furious when he heard this, this time he didn't need Vikin Kaka's help, he broke up the palm of the giant shadow, and then barely calmed down and said, "Don't stop yet!"

"Hah!" the middle-aged priest scoffed, "so you know that what you are doing is not in sight, huh?"

"It's not that you can't see the light!" retorted Noah loudly, "it's just to avoid unnecessary suspicion and obstruction!"

At this time, the phantom of the five-person army array led by Liu Yuan suddenly flashed in the illusion.

The middle-aged priest knew that if he let this team of soldiers mess with it, this illusion would not be able to hold on, but he really had no way to stop it.

Time is running out, and it must be done quickly.

"Hmph, when I turn you into my servant, I see if you still have a hard mouth!" he beckoned, and Telxiu instantly appeared beside him, and at the same time, the shadows of dozens of assassins and magic warriors stood in front of Roth and Dwarf Bin, both of whom had encountered enemies on their way to the village.

Roth and Dwarf Bin breathed a sigh of relief, although they had tried their best not to hurt, but the charred shadow still died several more times in the battle, and sure enough, it became stronger every time it died!

The middle-aged priest confirmed the status of [Telxiu], nodded, and pointed at Serando, and [Telxiu] immediately launched a charge.

Noah yelled, "Leave that bastard to me, you can protect your companions!"

Thrando pursed her lips indifferently and nodded at Vikinkaka, who didn't hesitate and slammed it into the mud with a stick.

"So weak, no, ah, hot, hot, hot!"

Vikinkaka shook his hand vigorously to clear away the invading heat.

Telxiu stood up again, burning ashes floating around his body.

"Be careful, this guy isn't easy to deal with. Thrando reminded with a smile.