The black-robed bishop turned around the tree, thinking that Salin had lost the ability to resist. He raised his metal spike and was about to end Salin's life. At this time, Salin was in pain. The two types of divinity were in conflict within his body. Myers' life force was driving away the God of Light's divinity along the way, repairing the damage caused by the conflict.
Even so, the pain couldn't be reduced at all. If Salin wasn't used to enduring pain, he would have fainted long ago. Even so, Salin's body could not move an inch.
The black-robed bishop's body was shrouded in white light. As soon as he turned around, he saw green light curling around Salin's body and spreading outwards. The green light shone on his body and clashed intensely with the divine light on the surface of his body. The sound of water dripping into oil could be heard.
"Ugh …" The black-robed bishop let out a cry of pain. The Divine Light Protection skill allowed him to ignore low-level spells. Only spells of the fourth level and above could harm him. He never thought that there would be a day when the Divine Light would become so hot that it almost scorched his skin.
This was not because the divinity in Salin's body was aggressive, but because the God of Light's divine light had a strong repulsive nature. Any kind of divinity that came into contact with the God of Light's divinity would cause the same effect.
The God of Light did not tell this phenomenon to the believers of the Myers Continent, and the black-robed bishop only thought that Salin was attacking. He had studied Divine Arts for many years and could tell at a glance that the green light emitted from Salin's body was a kind of Divine Light.
"Heathen!" The black-robed bishop roared out. He was truly shocked.
In the hearts of the believers of the God of Light, there were no other gods in the Myers Continent. The God of Light was the only God, not only in the Myers Continent, but also in other planes. The impact the green divine light emitted from Salin's body had on the black-robed bishop was no less than the first time he heard God's response.
The black-robed bishop's gaze turned from cold to fanatical. This magician was actually a believer of God!
The black-robed bishop didn't find the task of capturing barbarians to make blood knights interesting. This was what the Second Chief Judge wanted him to do, so he couldn't refuse. However, the magician in front of him was a heretic, a person who worshipped evil gods. This made the black-robed bishop extremely excited.
If he could capture this true heretic and bring him back, even the Pope would have to acknowledge his contributions.
After spending so many years in the Tribunal, even if everything went smoothly, he would not be able to become the Chief Judge before he turned 60. But to catch a believer of an evil god, it would not be a problem even if he became a cardinal.
The authority of a black-robed bishop was no less than that of a cardinal, but every pope had been chosen from among the cardinal bishops. After becoming a black-robed bishop, one would have to work for the Inquisition all the time, and there would be no possibility of promotion. Not only could a cardinal become pope, but they also had the power to control all the churches in a large diocese.
The power of the black-robed bishop was internal. He had the right to judge anyone who betrayed God. Cardinal Bishops, on the other hand, could control churches and believers. His annual income was something that the black-robed bishop could not compare to.
Salin had recovered a step earlier than the black-robed bishop. When he kicked over, the black-robed bishop didn't dodge and only had time to turn his body sideways.
With a bang, Salin felt like the bones in his feet were about to break. He activated the Herculean Strength on his magic robe, but his body wasn't that strong. At most, he was at the level of an Advanced Swordsman. Buffed by the Great Strength Spell, this kick caused the bishop in black to fall to the ground.
The black-robed bishop hadn't been kicked like this for many years. He rolled on the snow, embarrassed and angry. Salin couldn't concentrate and release magic. His divine spells couldn't be used either, and he was kicked to the ground by Salin. Salin, however, knew that this was a rare opportunity. It was purely an accident that he could kick the black-robed bishop. If it was a head-on battle, his chances of winning were too slim.
Salin's right foot was in so much pain that he couldn't stand. He knew that the black-robed bishop wouldn't feel too good either. That kick was quite powerful, unless the black-robed bishop was also a swordsman like his son.
Salin's left foot touched the ground and rolled forward. The divine light on the black-robed bishop's black robe had already dissipated. Seeing Salin pouncing at him, he was greatly shocked. This Magician must have been a Battle Magician who had experienced life and death. He actually wanted to take advantage of this momentary advantage to fight with him.
If Salin's divine spells recovered, this Magician would be no match for him no matter what.
Salin didn't dare to let this black-robed bishop go. His divine spells were much more terrifying than he had imagined. If it weren't for the fact that his left hand was a little strange, he would definitely be dead this time.
The black-robed bishop raised his hand with difficulty, and the metal spike stabbed at Salin. The surface of the spike was engraved with divine runes. However, the black-robed bishop couldn't use divine spells now, so the runes couldn't provide much damage to the spike.
Salin endured the headache and swept his left arm. This was a move he had learned from Sicar. The Great Strength spell on his magic robe hadn't dissipated yet. His left arm was like an iron rod, knocking away the spike of the black-robed bishop.
The Great Strength spell could only provide strength, but it couldn't improve physical strength. Both sides still suffered. However, Salin's left arm had also been modified by the Tree of Life, so it was much stronger than the black-robed bishop's arm. This time, Salin only felt his arm go numb from the pain, but the black-robed bishop's arm let out a crisp sound. The bones in his arm had actually been smashed by Salin.
The black-robed bishop cried out in pain. The metal spike flew out of his hand and flew more than ten meters away. With a thud, it was nailed into a tree trunk. The Great Strength spell dissipated at this time. Without a Magician's mental power, the solidified spell on the magic robe could only last for a moment.
The black-robed bishop was really scared. He didn't expect this Magician to be so brave. He didn't look like a Magician at all.
Salin was also anxious. If his mental power could be used at this time, he could immediately strangle the black-robed bishop with water. But now that the water had lost the ability to attack automatically, and his mental power was extremely chaotic, he couldn't recover for a while. The only thing he could rely on was a pair of fists.
Salin and the black-robed bishop couldn't release magic, and the other couldn't use divine spells. They rolled in the snow and fought hand-to-hand. On the other side, Nelis was also fighting fiercely with the two swordsmen.
Nelis burrowed into the snow. The two puppets couldn't recover, so she secretly opened two scrolls and released two illusory swamps. These two illusory swamps couldn't be maintained for long, but they created two magic attack ranges in the forest that had to be bypassed.
With these two illusory swamps, the two swordsmen could no longer attack Nelis together. Nelis immediately counterattacked, pouncing on one of the swordsmen. Her dragon tooth dagger stabbed straight, and the swordsman didn't dodge, but flipped his scimitar over.
The scimitar was long, and the dagger was short. It was obvious that Nelis was at a disadvantage, but Nelis gritted her teeth, twisted her body, and barely avoided the lift. The dragon tooth dagger knocked on the scimitar. The cold blade of the scimitar suddenly turned snow-white. The dragon tooth dagger's freezing attribute played a role. Although this scimitar was also a good alchemy equipment, it couldn't withstand the instantaneous low temperature.
With a crack, the scimitar broke directly under the impulse of the sword energy. Nelis's body had already fallen into the arms of the swordsman. Her knee pushed upward. The swordsman's skill was superb. The scimitar broke, but he didn't panic. He took half a step back and dodged the knee attack.
Nelis's leg seemed to have no bones. It instantly bounced straight and kicked the swordsman's chin. With a crack, the swordsman's chin was kicked into pieces.
The tolerance of this inquisition's swordsman was beyond Nelis's imagination. If someone else was kicked by this kick, they would lose consciousness in an instant. Imagine what it felt like for a person to be hit in the chin by a warhammer.
Nelis had absorbed the essence of the dragon's heart, and her strength had surpassed most sword saints. Her little boots were also made by Rex, using the dragon's bones. It was a terrifying alchemy weapon in itself.
Another swordsman bypassed the illusory swamp and slashed at Nelis from behind. The swordsman whose chin was broken by Nelis's kick threw the broken sword in his hand directly, spinning and flying towards Nelis's neck.
Nelis's body lunged forward. She had already seriously injured a swordsman. Of course, she wouldn't let go of this opportunity. She didn't care about the attack behind her at all. The dragon tooth dagger fiercely stabbed into the lower abdomen of the severely injured swordsman.
The severely injured swordsman's legs went soft, and he knelt on the ground. His sword energy protected his heart, so he wasn't frozen to death by the dragon tooth dagger for a while. After suffering another serious injury, this swordsman was incomparably valiant, and he used his head to hit Nelis's face.
The swordsman behind him slashed down with his scimitar, straight towards Nelis's back. Nelis didn't have any distractions. The dragon tooth dagger in her hand twisted and hit back head-on.
Hum!
A violent fluctuation in the air came from behind. Barbarian Conan, who had been hiding in the tree, finally made his move. The stone axe broke through the air and went straight for the swordsman's back. The swordsman heard the sound and didn't dare to ignore it. The barbarian's flying axes were too powerful. The materials they used often had anti-magic properties, and it was the same for sword energy.
The swordsman slashed back. His technique was a hundred times better than Conan's. Just like how Salin broke Conan's flying axe, the scimitar only lightly knocked the flying axe's center of gravity, and the stone axe flew to the side. Although the barbarian's skill was powerful, he was afraid of such a skilled opponent.
In just a second, Nelis had already pulled out the dragon tooth dagger from the severely injured swordsman's abdomen. Her head and the swordsman's head collided, making a loud and dull sound.
This swordsman was confident that he had sword energy on him. If he attacked the enemy's face with his head, he could directly knock the enemy out. Unexpectedly, Nelis also used her head to hit. Two imperceptible protrusions appeared on top of Nelis's head. Those were Nelis's horns.
Demons' horns and nails were weapons. Nelis's bloodline was pure, and the pair of horns on her head was no worse than a dragon's. Under this collision, Nelis was unharmed. The swordsman's head caved in, and blood sprayed out of his facial features. Even so, the swordsman didn't die. He coiled his feet and clamped Nelis's legs.
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