Two more evil spirits were trapped in the huge bone shackles, baring their teeth and roaring at Salin. Before the water cut dissipated, Salin controlled the water and drilled into the eyes of another evil spirit.
This time, Salin acted quickly. Following his memory, the water quickly stirred inside the skull, wrapping all the divine characters. Just as he was about to cut and grind, more than three hundred divine characters rearranged themselves in the process of dissipating. The outer divine characters exploded violently. Salin felt a heavy impact on his head. His control was slightly delayed, and a dozen divine characters took the opportunity to escape.
The evil spirit's skull exploded. Black liquid sprayed on the bone shackles, looking extremely disgusting.
Salin was considering whether he should use another method to deal with the third evil spirit. On the ground in the distance, purple flames suddenly rose, and the temperature dropped a lot. Salin looked up and saw a tall swordsman walking out of the flames. The swordsman wore heavy armor and held a bladed spear in his hand.
Great swordsman!
Salin saw that the great swordsman's eyes were still dark. He knew that the Black Deacon had discovered that he was studying his secret and couldn't stay calm anymore.
Salin had long suspected that even if these evil spirits could be resurrected infinitely, they were too weak for professionals above the level of swordsman. The Black Deacon couldn't use this kind of meticulous work every time he dealt with someone.
If Salin and Rex worked hard and relied on the scrolls they carried with them, it wouldn't be a problem for them to last a month. Even with the Book of the Fallen, the Black Deacon might not be able to last a month.
Mages also needed to eat. Not everyone was like Rex, a commander who carried a lot of daily necessities and food with him.
Salin also had this habit. Perhaps because he was afraid of starvation when he was young, he always stored bacon or bread in his bag and demon ring. Salin wanted to make sure that he didn't have to worry about food in any environment.
When he first started learning magic, his goal was to never have to go hungry again.
As expected, the Black Deacon couldn't sit still. He didn't expect that someone would see through the secret of the sacred artifact. If Salin continued like this, all the evil spirits would be destroyed sooner or later. Left with no choice, he released the second form of the evil spirit.
The second form of the evil spirit was almost as strong as when it was alive. This great swordsman had been a Bronze Sword Saint when he was alive. Although he had lost his sight, his senses had become much sharper, approaching the level of a Magician of the same level.
In most cases, mages could still fight without vision. This Great Swordsman had high mental strength, and with the help of the purple flame, he could magnify his perception dozens of times.
When Salin saw the Great Swordsman walking over, he called out softly, "Nelis, finish this quickly. This time, it won't be easy to revive this thing. Otherwise, the Black Deacon would have used this method to besiege us. Why would he waste so much effort?"
"Alright." Nelis walked towards the Great Swordsman. Behind her, a Construct Puppet's eyes flashed with red light. At the same time, it moved and followed Nelis.
"This is a Construct Puppet! It's … it's perfect. "Daniel finally understood the structure of the metal giant. It was not a common puppet technique.
Salin did not hear what Daniel said. He knew that the real trouble had just begun. If the Black Deacon risked his life to kill all the evil spirits and used a siege tactic, he would be dead for sure when more than eight hundred evil spirits were all at this level.
Thinking of this, Salin looked at the last evil spirit controlled by the White Bone Shackles. This evil spirit began to struggle, and the parts that bound its hands and feet shattered. Salin raised his left hand and took a deep breath. A ball of light green water appeared in his left hand. After his advancement, the two Water Shield that were already extremely strange had now changed beyond recognition. They were no longer in the form of water bubbles, but had completely turned into a liquid state.
With a poof, this mutated Water Pattern Shield accurately hit the evil spirit's face. Then, it stuck to the evil spirit's head.
Crack …
The evil spirit's spine broke. The Water Pattern Shield wrapped around its head. It fell to the ground and bounced up.
Salin stretched out his hand, and the mutated Water Pattern Shield flew back. Salin looked at the evil spirit's head wrapped inside and hesitated. Nelis had already activated the Construct Puppet. The Construct Puppet's halberd was about the same length as the Bladed Spear, but it was heavier. The Great Swordsman's Bladed Spear fiercely stabbed into the Construct Puppet's chest. If he was a living human, he would definitely not be so stupid.
The Construct Puppet did not care about the Great Swordsman's attack at all. Its halberd also stabbed forward, accurately hitting the Great Swordsman's chest.
The Bladed Spear stabbed more than half a foot into the chest, showing how strong this Great Swordsman was when he was alive. If he was not facing a pure metal puppet, this spear would be enough to break the magic shield of any low-level Mage. Even a Level Four Mage would be killed by it in an instant if they did not use Ice Pattern Armor.
The Construct Puppet's halberd stabbed forward, and the entire axe head was embedded in the Great Swordsman's chest. It pressed down, and the Great Swordsman was cut into two from his chest to his crotch. Nelis jumped up and grabbed the Great Swordsman's head with both hands. With a twist, she twisted the head that was wearing a closed metal helmet off. Nelis was still afraid that he would not die. She squeezed hard with both hands, and black brain matter sprayed out from the gaps of the helmet. The entire helmet head was squeezed into a ball by her.
The Great Swordsman's hand was still forcefully moving forward, but he had already lost his footing. With a snap, the Bladed Spear head broke. The Construct Puppet took a step forward, and its halberd slammed down, smashing the remaining body of the Great Swordsman into minced meat.
Seeing this scene, Salin did not feel relaxed at all. The Great Swordsman was too fierce. Facing the Construct Puppet, he almost pierced through its outer shell with one blow. Moreover, he could still fight after his body was almost split in two. Such a thing was too big of a threat to a Mage.
Salin had always been doubtful about his left hand, but now he had no time to think about it. Even if it was related to the Goddess Myers, he could only bite the bullet. He held the Evil Spirit's head wrapped in the Water Pattern Shield, and fiercely thrust his left hand into it.
Salin's left hand penetrated the skull with irresistible force, and grabbed more than three hundred Divine Characters. Those Divine Characters were caught by Salin's left hand, and they could not resist at all. Moreover, they had lost their previous liveliness.
This time, Salin clearly felt the power of life in his left hand. This power was so strong that Salin did not dare to accept it. If one wanted to get something, they had to pay the same price. Salin was afraid that this was a trap left by the gods. But now, if they could not find a way to quickly deal with the Evil Spirits, hundreds of Swordsman level Evil Spirits would cut them into pieces.
When people were about to die of thirst, they would not care whether the wine was poisoned or not.
With a whoosh, a purple cold light passed through the flames and flew towards Salin's throat. If it were not for the speed of this weapon, which could not cover the sound, Salin would not even have noticed that someone was secretly attacking him.
In his left hand, a second mutated Water Pattern Shield flew out. At this time, Shika also threw a boomerang, knocking the flying weapon to the ground.
Assassin!
As expected, the Black Deacon had recovered the abilities of the Evil Spirits. Salin could kill the Evil Spirits, and if he used his first form, the one who would die in an ugly way would be the Black Deacon.
"Sorcerer, no matter how strong you are, you are only a level-four sorcerer. Do you think you can deal with my Hunters of Hell?" The Black Deacon's voice came again. Salin had keenly discovered the Black Deacon's position.
No wonder the Black Deacon had not used this method to attack. This would expose his hiding place.
Salin saw that in the purple flames between him and the Black Deacon, evil spirits were continuously resurrected. This time, the Evil Spirits were not lying on the ground, but stood up one by one. Every Evil Spirit had the weapon that they were best at when they were alive. Among them, there were even three sorcerers.
"Rex, please," Salin shouted. If he could discover the Black Deacon's position, Rex naturally could too. Rex had nine Construct Puppets with him, which were enough to defend against the Swordsman's attack. With her strength, she could also deal with the Black Deacon. As for himself …
Nelis retreated. Shika stood beside Salin nervously. The assassin just now had only thrown a dagger, and there was no trace of him anymore.
At this time, Daniel could not care less about the Winged Skeleton's injuries. He released the Undead Flames and let it hover in the air.
Salin's hand shook, and the skull in the Mutated Water Pattern Shield fell out. Two clear water balls danced around Salin again, ready to block the assassin's attack at any time. At the same time, he also activated the Construct Puppets. There was no need to save the magic cores anymore. This battle was the last battle. If he lost, there was no point in keeping the magic cores.
"Daniel, don't be nervous. Even if I die, I will make sure that the Church gets nothing."
Daniel grinned. He was either nervous, or he regretted it a little. If he had known that this day would come, he would have developed the magic formula for the Zombie Poison. He could have invested it in any church and earned back his capital. Now that his family was ruined and he had not earned anything, he was unwilling to die here.
"Mr. Sorcerer, before you die, can you tell me your names?" The Black Deacon had completely accepted it. He could not avoid the responsibility for the death of his subordinates. If he cherished the Evil Spirits and did not capture these people, even the archbishop would not be able to protect him when he returned.
Salin looked at his white left hand and sneered. He did not answer the Black Deacon's question.
A sorcerer's faith was purer than a priest's. At this stage, the Black Deacon still wanted to shake his heart. The Black Deacon's momentum had weakened. He did not have the determination to win.
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