"God said … …"
The black deacon only spat out one word, and the water current controlled by Sarlin had already twisted down. The black deacon's head rolled off, and blood spurted more than two meters high from his neck.
"Go talk to your god." Sarlin withdrew the water current in the air, ignoring the body that fell to the ground, and directly rushed into the forest. The other side had a more powerful mage, and flying in the air, his speed advantage was not reflected at all.
If this black deacon fought with him on the ground, he might not be a match for him. But in the air, the black deacon gave up his speed advantage, and was caught off guard by Sarlin. No one would have thought that a mage could release so many magic spells in an instant.
Sarlin landed on the ground, hid behind a big tree, and quietly waited for the arrival of the black bishop.
The battle on the ground was not over yet, and the black armoured warriors were already defeated. With the dragon crystal as a driving force, the golems fought more and more bravely. What was even more strange was that the scars on the golems' metal shells were also self-healing. This was the ability of a dragon, and now it appeared on the two golems.
But the black armoured warriors of the Inquisition were not afraid of death, and more than thirty people who survived were still waving their long and short weapons and rushing towards the two golems. The two golems were not fast, and if they escaped, there was nothing Neris could do. She could not catch up with so many enemies by herself.
The forest was filled with the smell of blood, and Conan hid in the tree, stunned by the battle in front of him.
The mage and his woman were too powerful. The hunters had excellent weapons, skillful cooperation, and not a single swordsman or mage was missing, but they were completely defeated by the mage and the female warrior. More than a hundred people were killed by the golems in the blink of an eye.
Neris had been watching the battle in the air. When the black deacon's headless body fell, she jumped down from the tree and took all the book and ring in the black deacon's hand. Even if she could not use these things, she would not keep them for the people of the Holy See. The red book in the black deacon's hand made Neris feel danger. If not for Sarlin's successful sneak attack, the result of the battle would be hard to imagine.
Mages had always been good at defense, but the black deacon's defense was broken by Sarlin in an instant. The black deacon lost his head before the book could exert its power.
Seeing Nelis jump down from the tree, the surviving twenty or so black-armored warriors rushed over. The puppet waved its huge weapon behind it and killed another five people. This time, Nelis did not escape to the tree. With a flick of her wrist, a Dragon Tooth Dagger appeared in her hand. She sliced through a scimitar and stabbed the dagger into the black-armored warrior's heart.
Before the black-armored warriors could see Nelis's movements clearly, Nelis had already darted into the group of black-armored warriors like a wisp of smoke in the snow. She dashed left and right, and with every strike, she could stab the dagger into the heart of a warrior.
Nelis's combat experience was not as rich as these Warriors, but her speed was far superior to these Warriors. The Dragon Tooth Dagger was almost indestructible. At the very least, the equipment of these black-armored Warriors was like thin bread in front of the Dragon Tooth Dagger.
The black-armored warriors were already fighting with their lives on the line. Unfortunately, Nelis's Dragon Tooth Dagger carried Tiago's freezing ability. As long as it hit the enemy, the enemy would be frozen instantly. The black-armored warriors wanted to use their lives in exchange for Nelis's movement to stop, but they were destroyed by the attributes of the Dragon Tooth Dagger.
The black-armored warriors rushed towards Nelis in despair. As long as this woman was killed, the two puppets would naturally lose their fighting power. Everyone thought so. The people in front used their bodies to block Nelis's dagger, and the people in the back exposed their backs to the Construct puppets. In these ten seconds, Nelis killed more than twenty black-armored warriors with a single dagger. The last black-armored warrior was kicked to the ground by Nelis, and the Construct puppet pressed his neck with a square axe.
"Master, catch one alive!" Nelis was very satisfied with the Construct puppets. Now these two big guys could accurately control the weapon. The square axe was heavier than a heavy hammer. Carried by the Construct puppet, it was like a straw pressed against the black-armored warrior's neck. Not even a layer of skin was scratched.
"Ah …"
A somewhat strange sound came from the black-armored warrior's neck. It was an aura of fanaticism and death mixed together. His chest was kicked by Nelis, and his sternum caved in a little. At this time, he sat up forcefully, his neck facing the blade of the square axe, and was about to commit suicide.
"Stop!" The people outside the forest shouted, and in the blink of an eye, they arrived in front of Nelis.
Nelis was happy. The Construct puppet withdrew its square axe, and the black-armored warrior's neck was saved. Seeing the three people entering the forest, the black-armored warrior suddenly saw hope. If he could not die, even if he was a death warrior, he would cherish life. The black-armored warrior turned to the side and wanted to turn over.
The metal spear in the other Construct puppet's hand smashed down with the sound of the wind. With a poof, it was like smashing into cheese. The thick spear shaft sank into the black-armored warrior's waist.
"Next time you want others to stop, remember to add the word 'please'." Such a complicated action of the Construct puppet was, of course, done under Nelis's command. Nelis smiled as she looked at the three people entering the forest.
Among the three people, the leader was a middle-aged man wearing a black robe. This middle-aged man's robe did not have a hood, and he wore a metal crown on his head. He was neither fish nor fowl. Moreover, his appearance was a little delicate. He had a pair of slender eyes and curved eyebrows, and he had a somewhat feminine aura.
This was the black-robed bishop, the backbone of the Vatican. Under the bishop, all positions were related to contribution, but to become a bishop, one had to have the corresponding strength.
A bishop had to at least have the strength of a Level-6 Magician. If it was a Cardinal Bishop, they would have the combat strength of a Level-7 Magician. That was the strength of a Magic Shooter.
Nelis was glared at by the black-robed bishop, and she couldn't tease him anymore. She felt a little like retreating. This black-robed bishop was abnormally evil. His eyes were red, like those of the undead.
It was not that there were no people with red pupils, but this black-robed bishop's red pupils kept changing shape, like two balls of soul fire.
The two people next to the black-robed bishop also made Nelis uncomfortable. They were holding a pair of strange weapons in their hands. They looked like knives, slightly curved, and both sides were sharp. These two curved double-edged knives kept dripping blood. The red blood fell into the snow, but it lost its color.
Illusion!
The black-robed bishop was furious. He had been in charge of this capture mission for several years. The casualties today exceeded the losses of all the hunting teams in the past three months.
There was no longer a living warrior of the inquisition in the forest in front of him. Two huge metal puppets stood behind the woman with weapons in their hands. The woman had a pair of green eyes, without a trace of real emotion. They were as cold as the snow on the ground.
With just a glance, the black-robed bishop saw through Nelis's nature. He intuitively felt that the green-eyed woman in front of him was much more dangerous than the Magician hiding in the dark.
"Who killed Guderian?" The black-robed bishop looked at Nelis. The red pupils in his eyes kept changing. Nelis licked her lips and did not answer.
"Guderian is my son. You have to pay the price." The black-robed bishop's voice was long and lingering. It was like a wire saw cutting back and forth on a rock. It made people feel uncomfortable.
Salin stood behind the tree, feeling indescribably uncomfortable. He killed someone else's son again? This time was even more troublesome. Last time, he only offended a secular count. Now he killed the son of a black-robed bishop. Damn it, why do I always offend the wrong people every time I make a move?
"You two, capture this woman first and cut off her limbs. I want to use her to give birth to a son for me. I'll deal with the Magician. " The black-robed bishop ordered the two people beside him. Without looking at Nelis, he turned and walked towards the tree Salin was hiding behind.
The green pupils in Nelis's eyes contracted violently. The black-robed bishop's words had angered her. In the Demonic Plane, Greater Demons would kill Demons, Imps, and Familiars, but they would never do such a thing. Cut off her limbs and let her give birth to a son for him?
Salin's breathing quickened. He knew what the black-robed bishop was talking about.
The Holy See had a way to make babies born naturally believe in the God of Light. This kind of method was like a divine art, extremely cruel. When the Holy See first appeared, its means were extremely bloody. Similar things happened many times. It was not until the Holy See controlled the Tanggulas Empire and had a stable number of believers that they gradually abandoned this method.
Blood Knights and Holy See all carried the aura of primitive religion and were not accepted by the mature empires of the Myers Continent. Now that the Holy See had picked up these means again, it seemed that they were determined to set off a reign of terror.
The black-robed bishop walked towards Salin step by step. There was a tree between them. This tree was more than three meters thick and could only be seen in the northern wilderness. Salin was extremely nervous. Like mages, mages were not good at close combat. However, this black-robed bishop did not use any magic. Instead, he was walking towards him step by step. Did he have some special close-combat skills?
The cyan water flowed on Salin's body. Salin put away the scroll in his hand. Against the black-robed bishop, the scroll was completely useless. He had to fight with magic he was good at.
At this time, Salin realized the meaning of that sentence – the only thing a Magician could rely on was his own Magic String.
Scrolls, magic books, these could save the consumption of Magic String, but these means could not let the magic exert its full power. Salin's scroll was very fast, but the problem was that the control of magic released by the scroll was not as flexible as the magic stimulated by the Magic String. It was fine to deal with people of a similar level, but such magic was fatal to a Mage who was at least two levels higher than him.
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