The divine runes on the black-robed bishop's robe suddenly surged and expanded in a few seconds, bouncing Salin away.
"Humph!" Salin grunted. His mental strength was no longer so chaotic, and the magic strings in his body could be mobilized again. Ice Pattern Armor and Water Pattern Shield immediately condensed on the surface of his body.
Double Magic Shield was a skill that Salin had painstakingly cultivated. Ordinary mages rarely did this, because magic had the ability to repair itself. Some magic shields would not be completely destroyed as long as the magic strings did not completely disappear.
Salin's sense of crisis was very serious, so he had a special liking for magic shields. When he was still a level-three mage, he had already tried to use two kinds of magic shields together.
Salin's body rolled over and hit a big tree. The ice pattern armor protected Salin well this time. The violent shock was all taken by the ice pattern armor, and Salin's body was not hurt.
The black-robed bishop turned over and stood up. His face was bruised, which was caused by Salin's fist. After he regained the ability to release divine spells, he cast the first divine spell on himself to heal the bruise on his face. He also heard the footsteps of his subordinates. The footsteps were still very far away, but he was also afraid that his subordinates would see him in a sorry state.
The Inquisition had a strict hierarchy, and this kind of image would make his subordinates despise him.
Nelis had just arrived at the edge of the forest when she saw this scene. She also felt the rapidly approaching Inquisition Swordsmen. At a distance of two miles at most, the footsteps itself was a kind of skill that would cause pressure on the enemy. This pressure was useless against Nelis. Nelis could even withstand the Firebird of a dragon, let alone a group of Swordsmen.
But Nelis was no longer the same as when she was just brought out of the temple by Salin. She knew that when these two hundred or so weak humans gathered together, they would explode with great power.
This was the case with the Swordsmen from Serg Island. They were scattered, and Nelis was confident that she could kill each of them in a second. Once there were more than ten, Nelis would have to spend more than ten times the time to win. If there were a hundred of such Swordsmen, Nelis would have to rely on equipment, such as hook-shaped puppets, to gain an advantage.
This was the result of the swordsmen not cooperating with each other. If it were the swordsmen under Rex, their combined combat power would be ten times that of swordsmen without special training.
Although Nelis' tail was not afraid of swords, her body could still be injured by elite weapons. If it was a magic alchemy weapon, Nelis would not dare to take it head-on.
He wanted to kill this black-robed old man!
Sarlin didn't call Neris, but Neris already had this thought in her mind. The tacit understanding between him and Salin was becoming stronger and stronger, and the degree of accuracy was extremely high.
He had to kill the black-robed bishop before the enemy reinforcements arrived!
There were no other thoughts in Salin's mind. He used the Cloud Walking Spell again and rushed toward the black-robed bishop. If he did not kill the black-robed bishop today, he would die at the hands of this person sooner or later.
Icicles, Ice Arrows, and Ice Blades floated in the mist. As long as the mist enveloped the black-robed bishop, Salin would instantly erupt with a powerful killing power. This time, Salin didn't use any other mutated spells. Among the water magic, the freezing attack was almost a unique type, possessing both the speed of wind magic and the power of earth magic.
When Salin had just condensed the Magic String, he could shoot a level-one Icicle into a stone. Now that his Icicle had mutated, it consumed the level-two magic string, and its attack power had reached the level of a level-three spell.
The divine light protecting the body had the strongest resistance against fire magic, and the weakest against earth magic. Freezing magic had the power of earth magic, and Salin quickly grasped the key to the battle. If he wasted the Magic String to use a poison mist type of magic, it would be naturally restrained by the divine light.
Salin didn't have much combat experience, but his talent for combat was extremely strong. In a life and death situation, he could always find the final solution.
The black-robed bishop felt danger. This danger didn't come from Salin, but from the woods behind him. There was a person slowly approaching. That woman? An ominous thought emerged in the black-robed bishop's mind. His two subordinates were battle-hardened and had unique alchemy weapons. How could they not deal with that woman? That woman didn't practice any sword magic. She should be like a barbarian, fighting with physical strength. Even two quasi-swordmasters couldn't deal with her?
He couldn't fight recklessly! Reinforcements were coming anyway. Once his swordsmen arrived, these two people and the barbarian would be a piece of cake. Thinking of this, the black-robed bishop flew into the sky.
Salin wasn't fast enough. Even if he flew, he couldn't catch up with the black-robed bishop. Anxious, he raised his head and shouted at the black-robed bishop in the sky, "You will retreat in the face of a heretic who killed your son? I have some doubts about your faith! Why don't you change to another god? "
A believer might forgive you if you killed his whole family, but if you insulted his faith, he would fight you to the death. Salin's words made the black-robed bishop furious. Unable to maintain his rationality, he turned around and landed on the ground again.
"Heretic, you will pay!" The black-robed bishop's voice became even more shrill and shrill. He took out a three-meter-long scepter from his ring and held it in his hand. Fifty meters away from Salin, he began to recite a prayer.
"God said, where there is darkness, there is judgment."
It was still a very short prayer. The black-robed bishop's divine spell was the fastest high-level spell Salin knew. Most ordinary divine spells, like magic, didn't need to be recited, unless the mage's level was too low. For a mage of the black-robed bishop's level, the divine spells that required prayers were basically level six divine spells. Moreover, the divine spells that required prayers were almost as powerful as magic.
Salin couldn't withstand a string of level six spells, and naturally couldn't take a level six divine spell head-on.
The cloud released by Cloud Walk expanded again, and Salin unfolded a level five magic scroll, Prism Refraction. This was a confusion spell, and a double confusion spell. Not only could it create three illusions visually, but it could also make all three illusions seem so real that perception couldn't tell them apart.
This spell had a flaw. After it was released, if the mage moved his position, he would be exposed.
But Salin didn't intend to move. The black-robed bishop was enraged and would naturally charge at him. Although the difference between their levels wasn't small, their attack range was close. If a mage's divine spell could hurt Salin, then Salin's magic could be counterattacked within range.
When the black-robed bishop finished reciting his prayer, his scepter began to slowly change in his hand. The dark yellow wooden body of the scepter gradually darkened. Divine light flowed on the scepter, and divine runes flickered. The three-meter-long scepter gradually turned into a huge scythe.
The scythe's blade was two meters long, and it was eerie. It whimpered as it was swung.
Hell's Judgment!
The black-robed bishop was completely enraged by Salin, and used a skill he could only use once a month. He was passionate about fame and fortune, but he was still a fanatical believer. Salin questioned his faith in front of him, and insulted him by using his dead son. This made the bishop lose his mind.
The scythe's blade slashed down, and Salin found that the three illusions he'd created were all within the attack's range. The prism refraction was difficult to see through, but the black-robed bishop's attack could deal with four targets at the same time. The huge scythe emitted a black shadow that shrouded everything within the clouds. The huge magic prism was shattered by the scythe, and the three illusions disappeared. Salin's Water Pattern Shield was struck by the black blade light, and with a sizzling sound, it evaporated completely.
A huge crack appeared on the Ice Pattern Armor in an instant. Salin's magic string automatically repaired the armor. If the scythe's attack wasn't a virtual one, the Ice Pattern Armor would probably explode in an instant.
Salin's Water Pattern Shield was activated again. He desperately unfolded defensive scrolls one after another, and various types of defensive magic appeared within the range of the clouds. The black blade formed by Hell's Judgment was like lightning on a rainy day. It struck down one after another, almost without pause.
Neris came to the edge of the forest and immediately saw this scene.
"Master!" Neris shouted. She held the Dragon Tooth Dagger and rushed towards the black-robed bishop.
Salin's life was hanging by a thread. The speed at which he released scrolls was not as fast as the black-robed bishop's attack speed. Moreover, his scrolls were not endless. Most of them were offensive scrolls, and Salin rarely prepared any defensive scrolls. He had too much faith in his Water Pattern Shield.
The mutated Water Pattern Shield's defensive ability was close to that of the Ice Pattern Armor, and its consumption was finally raised to the level of a level-three spell. This kind of spell could be considered the strongest mutated spell among mages.
This was because there was a fundamental difference between level-three spells and four seasons spells, and the Ice Pattern Armor was known as the strongest defensive spell among intermediate spells. It could be used by mages from level-four to level-six. Salin's Water Pattern Shield's defensive ability was close to that of the Ice Pattern Armor, and it was a mutated spell he created himself. From this point, Salin could indeed be considered half a genius.
The black-robed bishop coldly looked at Neris, who was pouncing towards him. This woman's nails were still stained with blood. His two subordinates were probably already dead.
Hell's Judgment could only be used once a month, but the duration of each attack was quite long, at least an hour of continuous attack. Seeing Neris pouncing towards him, the black-robed bishop could not care less about attacking Salin. He was also a little afraid of being approached by the warrior. It was not impossible to fly into the sky, but flying in the sky required a stable state in order to cast divine spells. In this regard, mages were the same as mages.
Chanting prayers while moving at high speed was in itself disrespectful to the gods.
"Then, you shall die first!" The black-robed bishop seemed to have forgotten that he still wanted Neris to give birth to a son for him. The scepter transformed into a scythe and pointed at Neris. The several meters long black blade changed the direction of attack and slashed towards Neris.
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