Nelis was wearing a long white fur coat. At this time, a several meters long tail suddenly emerged from under her leather coat. The color of the tail was silver-gray with a little bit of gold and green. It was densely covered with magic patterns, and at the end was a sharp spike, like a small spearhead.
The swordsman behind Nelis never thought that Nelis was not a human. A tail quietly stabbed out. The humans of Myers Continent had not experienced such a fighting style for a long time.
The scimitar in the swordsman's hand rippled with a bright red color, and the blade quickly deflected, cutting towards Nelis's tail.
The swordsman was already horrified. Even if he was not a wizard, he could guess Nelis's identity.
Demon! Demon!
The cruelty, coldness, and cunning of demons were the most familiar impression of humans of Myers Continent. Professionals also had another impression of demons, and that was that they were powerful.
The swordsman profession did not have a long history in Myers Continent, and all swordsmen's knowledge of demons came from wizards. And as the power of wizards gradually weakened, their evaluation of demons would naturally be much higher.
In those days, demons were just targets for humans to capture. After that, the remaining demons on Myers Continent became powerful existences, and only Magic Shooters could survive the attacks of demons.
Because most demons were not good at flying, as long as Magic Shooters escaped early, demons would be too lazy to chase.
This illusion was very common. In those days, the demons that could be fancied by humans and brought back to Myers Continent were at least at the level of Great Demons. Demons, Imps, Familiars, these creatures of the Demonic Plane, humans were too lazy to capture.
Nelis fought with the two Sacred Swordsmen, not daring to have any reservations. Although the protrusion on her head had not completely turned into a sharp horn, the tail behind her was a standard demon shape. The shock in the swordsman's heart could not be any more intense than when the black-robed bishop discovered that Salin possessed the divine power of other gods.
Demons were not good at magic, but the female demon in front of him had just released two spells, both of which were instantaneous. This made the swordsman misjudge Nelis's strength. This time, he did not dare to slash at Nelis's back, but to block Nelis's strange tail attack.
Nelis's tail didn't feel any pain. After the knife-wielding machete collided with it, sparks burst out in all directions. The tail changed from a straight stab to a horizontal whip. The saber user's scimitar missed its target. The end of the tail made a sonic boom in the air as it ruthlessly whipped the saber user's arm.
The red phantom emitted by the strange scimitar of the swordsman was bounced off by the magic patterns on Neris's tail, and none of it invaded Neris's body.
Whoosh!
Conan the Barbarian shot an arrow at the back of the assassin's head. This arrow was shot very simply and directly, but it was fast. The arrow did not carry any special attacks. The obsidian arrowhead was sharp enough, and the Barbarian's special arrow was enough to penetrate his sword energy protection.
Howl …
The swordsman was whipped in the arm by Neris' tail, and he let out an inhuman cry of pain. Neris's tail had a magical power. The swordsman felt like his arm was put into magma, and a burnt smell came from his bones.
Neris's strongest weapon was her tail. If the swordsman did not fight it head-on, or he did not care about his life, he would rather take a stab from Neris in exchange for an attack from his knife. Maybe he could hurt Neris. But he was scared by Neris's image, and he subconsciously used his knife to hit Neris's tail. As a result, he was seriously injured by Neris.
The swordsman had two knives, and he was quite brave. After one knife left his hand, he turned sideways and used the other to cut the Barbarian's arrow.
Hum!
The Barbarian stood up on the tree and drew his bow again. The bowstring made a resonant sound, and the second arrow arrived almost at the same time as the first. The swordsman twisted his arm, and the scimitar trembled. The blade created a phantom in the air, and both arrows fell to the ground.
Neris's attack was successful, and she did not turn around to pursue. The swordsman in front of her was half dead, but if he was healed by divine magic, he would soon be full of energy. Neris made the simplest movement. She tilted her head back, and then violently hit forward again. The two bumps on her forehead hit the poor swordsman's face again.
With a puff, the swordsman's head was not saved this time, and it collapsed from Neris's violent hit. Neris saw that the swordsman was not dead, and she raised her head again, and then violently hit the swordsman's collapsed face with her forehead.
The swordsman behind Neris was frightened by Neris's violent attack. This was not the way humans fought. Neris's head collided with his companion's head, and the sound was chilling. Blood and brain splattered everywhere, and the body that was not frozen by the Dragon Tooth Dagger finally stiffened under such an attack. No sword energy could defend against such an attack.
Neris's tail smashed the swordsman's confidence to pieces, and all the legends about demons came to his mind. The swordsman's hands and feet were stiff, and his heart was cold. He saw the woman's hair glowing green, and with one hand, she directly broke the sternum of his companion and pulled out a bloody heart.
His companion's life force had been strengthened by the divine technique and was abnormally strong. His heart was still beating vigorously even though it was held in the water by the demoness. Under the reflection of the snow, the purple red heart was very glaring.
"Demon … …"
The swordsman's throat was murmuring, and his mind was on the verge of collapse. Did God abandon me? Neris turned back and smiled strangely. She wiped her fingers on her snow-white clothes, stood up, and walked towards the swordsman.
Conan the Barbarian was stunned by the changes below, and he also felt a sense of fear. Neris's demon skill – Intimidate.
This skill mainly exploited the weakness of the enemy's mind. If the enemy's mind was perfect, this skill was not very strong. But the swordsman's mind was filled with the scary legends about demons, and Neris's skill quietly affected his heart.
"Let me free you." Neris's tail swayed behind her, and a golden and green magic pattern appeared on her skin. In the swordsman's terrified eyes, Neris pressed her clean hand on his chest, and with a crack, she broke his sternum.
"So, humans can also be so afraid … …" Neris's eyes were a little dazed. This feeling was too good. All the legends about humans were so scary. Neris had been imprisoned in the temple for tens of thousands of years, and she had heard the curses, worship, and envy of humans by the great demons.
The swordsman's chest was a little numb, but under Neris's demon skill, he did not feel any pain. He was just afraid, very afraid. He held the scimitar with one hand, and the illusion on the scimitar kept changing, dripping blood onto the snow.
"Spare … me … …" The swordsman spat out a word with difficulty, not feeling that his heart had come into contact with the cold air. A person who believed in gods, as a scimitar of the inquisition, was actually begging for mercy from a demon.
"Okay, I'll spare you." Neris leaned forward, stroking the swordsman's beating heart, and carefully felt her skill. So, the human heart was so fragile, why wasn't master like this?
The swordsman's face showed a hint of relief and joy. His hand loosened, and the scimitar fell. Neris's tail wrapped around the swordsman's waist, and she scurried to a big tree. The swordsman did not die, and could live for at least half an hour. Neris waved to Conan, and said, "Watch him."
Conan nodded numbly. He was a little afraid of Neris, and did not know how to answer.
Neris retracted her tail and sneaked out of the forest. Master was fighting with the black bishop of the Vatican, and Neris felt that Salin was injured, but the injury did not pass to her, so he should not die.
Neris trusted Salin too much, and she still did not know what the black bishop meant. A black bishop controlled a large parish, and often decided the life and death of hundreds of thousands of believers. Such a person not only possessed powerful divine power, but also very long-lasting. And at this level, the gods would occasionally bestow a portion of divine power, which greatly improved the skills of the mages.
Salin fell into a bitter battle. The black bishop had not fought in hand-to-hand combat for a long time, and his skills were abnormally agile. After being kicked by Salin, the two of them wrestled together, and the black bishop's punches and kicks fell on Salin like raindrops.
Salin endured the pain and did not dodge, and punched the black bishop's body with both fists.
Unable to gather magic, unable to use divine power, the two people who would usually be high and mighty wherever they went became gangsters.
Teng, teng, teng …
Footsteps came from afar, and these footsteps could not be made by a single person. Salin had been with Rex in the army for a long time, and he could tell that this was a team of at least two hundred people to make such a frequency of vibration. And the strength of these two hundred people was definitely different from before, at least more than half of them had reached the level of junior swordsmen.
The black bishop's subordinates had arrived!
The direct subordinates of the black bishop could not fly, so they arrived later. But at this time, Salin had already lost his magic power.
Not to mention over a hundred swordsmen and over a hundred swordsmen, even if there was one more swordsman, it would still take Salin's life.
Oh no, it was impossible for him to kill this black bishop. When the enemy's reinforcements arrived, he would not be able to kill them all. The black bishop would definitely spread the news of him possessing divinity back to Glory City.
If the black bishop left, he would have to face the endless attacks of the Holy See in the future.
The God of Light had a famous saying — there can be no other gods except me. In the eyes of the Holy See, the Myers Continent belonged to the God of Light. If it wasn't for the fact that the Myers Continent had not yet been unified, and the Holy See could only control the Tanggulas Empire, the Myers Continent would have already been renamed to the Radiant Continent by the fanatical believers.
Such a Holy See would not tolerate heresy.
Just when Salin was feeling a little hopeless, the green water twining around his body suddenly regained its vitality. Salin keenly captured this point. His spiritual power was still extremely chaotic, and he was unable to release magic, but this water was an independent existence. Even if Salin could not control the water, as long as Salin was attacked, the water would automatically counterattack.
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