"You ......" Shen Lin fell to the ground on her knees, weakly vomiting a mouthful of blood, "I'm a woman, you can't bear to be so ruthless......"

Little Sissel said in a dignified voice: "It's better to die than a disgusting woman." ”

"I'm still ...... Underestimating the hand-to-hand combat of you Gerry Empire people, I have to spend so much effort...... But I'm not going to let you go, hehe...... Sissel, you don't want to get anything good!"

Looking at the woman's hateful face, little Sissel said, "Do you want to drag all the altar priests to the assembly? ”

Little Sissel's big hand grabbed Shen Lin's slender neck, and he gently leaned forward to pick up the flying knife on the ground, and the spiritual power released from the tips of his fingers made it red and hot.

"Despicable!" the woman exclaimed, her cheeks already purple.

Little Sissel snorted evilly and snorted, easily pulled Shen Lin up from the ground, turned the blade, and was about to poke hard into her chest, but found that she had already secretly stored strength, her palms clenched into fists, and ice thorns appeared on the bone joints, hitting her chest-

He immediately let go and threw the woman's body out.

Shenlin, who had lost his power, fell heavily to the ground.

"And the face that calls me despicable?" little Sissel's pupils flickered, "You're really unscrupulous in order to hold me back." ”

At this moment, he had already moved to kill.

"Huh...... I guessed correctly...... You're really my type, if ...... If you weren't from the Gerry Empire, I would have liked to make a promise...... "Shen Lin's voice trembled in his throat, and he continued with a miserable laugh: "But...... If you kill me today, it won't be so easy to return to the Gerry Empire...... Or maybe you're like your parents, and you're being carried back in the form of corpses, hee-hee-hee......"

"Shenlin, when you change your habit of talking big, it should be very likable. Little Sissel said coldly.

Looking at the pair of god of war blades that were getting closer and closer to him, shining with cinnabar light, Shen Lin's heart seemed to have fallen into the cold and dead deep sea.

"Jensen Sissel, I urge you to think about it, if you kill me today, it will not only be a battle between you and me, but the Spirit Clan and the royal family will inevitably go to war because of your recklessness, and when the time comes...... It's not as simple as a fight......" Shen Lin smiled, the blood oozing from between her teeth made her look terrifying, "...... Don't you know, the Feather Clan Patriarch you are loyal to is also a hereditary Marquis, and he is higher than my title......"

"Oh, do I have to thank you for leaking information to your opponent for such generosity?"

"Hmph, if you understand, by then, she will be miserable, and she will definitely have a hard time, don't you say?"

Little Sissel looked at Shen Lin, who was lying on her back on the ground, her face covered in blood, kicked the scythe in her hand far away, and then squatted down for several years, pinched her chin hard, and chuckled: "I can not kill you now, but you remember, you dare to do anything to harm the featherfish or the spirit clan, even if it costs our entire mercenary group, I will kill you with my own hands, understand?"

"I don't understand!" Shen Lin replied viciously: "The patriarch of the Emperor Ray killed your parents, this is the hatred of killing your father and mother!

"If you don't understand, you don't understand. Don't you feel disgusted that I need a foreigner to intervene in the civil war of your water spirit masters? No matter how despicable and conscienceless I am, it is not your turn to be a lowly woman to guide my actions. Little Sissel sneered and wiped the blood on his hand on Shen Lin's face, "I advise you to avoid me while walking in the city of St. Randall, and don't let me meet you again, otherwise you will definitely not be so lucky today in a place where no one can see you." ”

Little Sissel stood up, smiled, and slowly pressed the red-hot flying knife into the wound in Shenlin's abdomen, he looked at the woman's painful expression with some enjoyment, and then left with an indifferent look.

Shen Lin looked at the distant figure of Little Sissel, gritted her teeth and tried to stand up, but with a little force, her eyes went black and she passed out.

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Huge spiritual power runs through the feet, as if hell is ready to punish the sins of the world.

Twilight fell again, but the air was filled with a murderous aura that was close to white-hot.

Gwendrin led a group of Spirit Clan spiritual magicians, tired of dealing with the continuous supply of altar priests, and at this time he had been in a stalemate for several hours, and his physical strength was close to collapse. And Monica sat not far away and watched the battle quietly, clapping her hands from time to time, as if she was watching a wonderful show.

When Little Sissel arrived, it was already tea time. Shen Lin pestered him for more than two hours, and when he saw Gwendrin again, the girl's face was obviously no longer full of the blood she had just had when she was arguing with him.

Her face was pale, and she was in a state of paralysis from head to toe. Looking at the altar priests who rushed forward in the distance, his mind was already a little unconscious.

"It's not over after so long? Gwendlin!"

Little Sissel called Gwendrin by name a few times before she came to her senses, turned her head to look at herself, and said, "Oh...... Yes...... You're here. ”

She even suspected that there was only one immortal altar priest scurrying around endlessly, and that the priests she saw later were all remnants.

"Why are you so unconscious!" little Sissel pulled her over and pulled her over her face, forcing her to look at herself.

"I, where am I not awake......"

Little Sissel was helpless and knocked heavily on her head: "Hey, you girl, what's the matter?"

Gwendrin snapped back to his senses and asked, "Ah, Jensen Sissel, it's over there?"

"It's over, it's going well. Little Sissel stood beside her, looking a little surprised.

"Okay, don't do it," Gwendlin tilted his head and poked little Sissel's chest hard with his fingers, "After so much blood, I thought you just crawled up from hell!"

"Shhh...... You woman. Little Sissel bit his lip, "There are only seven of them on my side, it's quite difficult, Shenlin is already injured, I promise she won't be able to get up anytime soon." But it looks like there's a terrible number of people on your side. ”

"Then you still don't want to let go of me and take the opportunity to eat other people's tofu?" Gwendrin frowned, and said angrily: "Don't talk about it here, just seven altar priests, you have been cleaning up for so long, I don't think you knew the power of this weapon before." Do you now know what terrible monsters we've encountered?"

"Why do you all call it a weapon, these are obviously people......" Little Sissel was stunned.

Gwendrin shook his head: "You don't know anything. The altar priest is the weapon of Count Shenlin. ”

"People, can they also be used as weapons?" Little Sissel repeated the question just now, obviously he was a little surprised by the positioning of the altar priests, "I just thought that they could be used as a means for Shenlin to detect the enemy's spiritual power, but I didn't expect ......"

Gwendrin pulled Sissel Jr. back two steps and said in a deep voice, "Yes." The Altar Priests are a small race that has just emerged in recent years in our Violet Empire, and they are attached to the royal family. At first, they were used to worship the god of the sea, but later they were controlled by the god Lin and turned into humanoid weapons. ”

"But they are puppets without self-thought, manipulated like marionettes. I don't even have consciousness, so I can't call it a race, right?"

"Their appearance is a mystery, let alone a race that defines it. Gwendrin looked at Little Sissel's face and continued, "The power of a single priest is not to be feared, but you can't destroy one. ”

Little Sissel asked: "I was eliminated one by one just now, and I don't feel that my strength is as strong as you say?"

"The altar priest is like an ant colony, trampling on a small team of unstructured people, and the power is greatly reduced, what is there to be afraid of?" Gwendrin rolled his eyes, his tone sour, "Shenlin knows that his strength is far inferior to yours, so he just smoked seven of them for you to kill and play." ”

"You mean, I'm slow to kill them. ”

"It's not your fault! I can only say that the woman is too cunning, don't take it to heart, I ...... I didn't mean to say that to you. Gwendrin waved his hand and continued, "As you can see, she does not hesitate to sacrifice herself and also delay your support, just to let Monica use the time you are fighting with her to transfer the main force here. ”

Little Sissel's face instantly turned cold.

Gwendrin looked at Monica in the distance and said, "Although a single altar priest is not strong, not even the level of a medium spiritual magician, but once the group is assembled, it is almost impossible for you to completely destroy them. ”

"Their ability to learn is truly terrifying. ”

"You can understand it this way, the altar priests will pass information to each other, and there is an intricate network of spiritual power between them, each individual is a node, and if one of them dies, a new one will be added immediately. Cycle after cycle, the spiritual power network is still intact, and the battle will not end without killing the last person. ”

"In that case, how long will it take to kill these priests?" asked Sissel Jr. thoughtfully.

"I don't know, but in theory, it's hard to kill them without using psychics, and it's even harder to use psychics. Gwendrin crossed his arms and muttered, "Especially your fire-attribute spiritual arts. ”

Little Sissel denied: "Impossible. ”

"How old are you, still so naïve?"

"There's always a way to defeat them. ”

The girl pursed her lips and sighed: "So unconvinced, you can try it yourself." ”

"It's over the killing, so many concerns?" Little Sissel tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Once the altar priest has formed a spiritual power network, it is basically impossible to be defeated. For example, if there are ten people in the network, the damage done by the Spiritual Master to one of them will be evenly distributed to all of them, and each priest will only take one-tenth of the initial damage. If you want to take advantage of the instant kill that works in tens or seconds like just now, I advise you to save it, and putting it here is not even a trauma. ”

Little Sissel's decision just now disappeared, he pondered for a moment, and suddenly said, "Okay, you can hold on here for a while, and wait for me to come back." ”