Blood of Mercury

"Shanmin, you obviously have no faith, why do you pray for the name of the elder of Gushan?"

A nasty sneer crept up on Marco's scarred face, questioning him as tough as a judge faced a sinner.

So Kluveen's impression of him changed to a powerful neurosis.

Ignoring that Kluveen didn't answer him at all, Marco muttered: "Humans believe in gods because of their stupidity and powerlessness. They put everything they want to do but can't do it to the gods, and the gods do it. It's compassion, and it's not being heard—what a ridiculous idea."

"People like you who don't believe in God, but pray for the real name of the gods - this kind of people is even more hateful. You covet the power of the gods, expecting to be saved but don't want to pay. You are not as good as those who are deceived people who do not deserve to live behind the fire. New world."

Kluveen didn't know how to talk at all, he just felt inexplicable at the moment.

However, he at least came to a conclusion that the person in front of him was a complete lunatic, unable to communicate at all.

I'm afraid it can only be hard.

At this time, his peripheral vision just happened to spot the old priest lying on the ground, and his left hand quietly touched the downed cane and sword, so Kluveen's confidence was rekindled.

Without hesitation, he put the big shield on the ground, took out a few throwing axes from his waist and threw them out.

Then he waved his big shield with a blade wheel and threw it towards the bald neuropathy who was still talking about it.

This attack was completely different from the previous one.

Under Kluveen's full strength shot, both the big shield and his body flashed a faint white light. The shield made a terrifying humming sound, slicing the air, and streaked a clear white trace in the air, and then the white trace instantly collapsed due to the forbidden light law in the lightless mark.

- Power burst!

That is a secret technique that only regular armies of various countries have. One to four levels of power can be boosted on the next hit.

Skilled Berserkers flexibly use power bursts and second-stage charges, and it only takes a few minutes to fight one against ten.

Whether or not he knows all kinds of secret techniques is the biggest criterion for distinguishing elite sergeants from ordinary soldiers.

But beyond his imagination, the bald man just sullen his face, then took a step forward and threw the steel whip forcefully, and Kluveen's shield stopped with a loud bang.

The huge force even passed through the chain to Kluveen's hand, and even his shield stopped spinning briefly.

Just like the viscous force before, the strange force erupted in Kluveen's belly. This time he finally couldn't suppress it, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

But by this time Claude had already held his weapon—

It's completely different from Kluveen's attack. A golden light momentarily pierced through the night like the light of dawn. The distance of about five or six meters was already crossed the moment Claude held the weapon!

Kluveen knew in his heart that if the light of the burst of power was outside, the light could even be seen under the sun, but in the dark scar, it was not as good as a firefly—but at this moment, the light on the old priest’s stick sword was It is even more fiery than his power erupting in the outside world!

He couldn't imagine how dazzling the light would be in the outside world, he could only hear the metal crashing in his ears. The golden light collided with the opponent's weapon at a speed that he couldn't react at all, sending out intense sparks.

Judging by the sound, about four to six attacks per second lasted for six or seven seconds. Then the old priest immediately retreated to Kluveen's side at a speed completely disproportionate to his age.

Is this the power of the Silver Rank...

"Go back!"

The old priest called out to him, and Kluveen subconsciously took a few big steps back.

Only then did Kluveen realize that when the old priest and the opponent's weapons were intertwined, the light on the sword drew a wheel-like pattern in the air.

With a bang, huge golden sparks burst from the spot. Kluveen was seven or eight meters away from there and noticed the heat wave, and the skin quickly tightened due to the high temperature.

But at this time, Claude's face turned pale. His knees softened and he nearly fell to his knees.

Kluveen's expression suddenly changed.

He could almost hear a faint explosion coming from Claude's belly.

"As expected of Bishop Claude, you know that I can interrupt the magic once I get hit, so I only use movements to perform the magic..."

Before he could ask about Claude's situation, a dull voice sounded from outside the sight of the two of them.

Then, right in front of his eyes, a charred footprint appeared on the grass out of thin air, and then Marco instantly appeared in front of the two of them.

Like a sentence of death, he raised the steel whip high and was about to fall.

Claude grabbed Kluveen without hesitation and jumped to the side, but he no longer dared to fight with Marco's weapon.

Just when Marco wanted to continue chasing, a pitch-black thing fell from the sky towards the three of them. The people on both sides gave way to the side vigilantly, but they pulled away.

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be a human head.

"Pars!"

Marco's expression changed, he raised his head and looked around, and then, as if he had locked onto some target, he suddenly turned his gaze in a certain direction, his face became more serious than ever.

"Claude, are you alright?"

Sure enough, an elegant voice came from that direction.

Claude was stunned for a moment, then grinned and replied, "I can't die anyway."

"The few of us came first, and the large army is behind," a cold female voice sounded, "Thanks to you for holding back Marco, it's a pity that the Wind Whisperer and most of them have already escaped, and we have wiped out the rest. ."

"Fortunately you came in time, otherwise my old bones will be broken here," Claude squinted and smiled, and even put away the sword and stick, "What's the next step?"

"We got the news that the Wind Whisperer went to Base 19," a voice almost as old as Claude sounded, "Your mission is well done, leave the rest to us. Marco Deadwood must know Where is Base 19?"

Marco gritted his teeth, UU reading www.uukanshu.com glared at the two of Claude, the whole person turned into a dark flame and disappeared in place.

"Chase! He went north!"

A high-pitched male voice shouted loudly, and then there was no sound.

Are reinforcements coming? Kluveen breathed a sigh of relief, but he saw Claude's eyes looking more sharply in that direction.

...isn't it reinforcements? What does this mean?

This is, the sound of footsteps in that direction. Kluveen cast his gaze over, and then did not see reinforcements coming, but saw a somewhat familiar black robe.

"what?"

He looked back at Claude in amazement, only to find that the old priest's expression relaxed instead.

"It's little Roland..."

Claude narrowed his eyes again, and then showed a smile: "Well done."

"Where," came the slightly hoarse voice, and Roland took off his hood and showed a bright smile, "Your acting skills are also good."

"What about the reinforcements?"

Kluveen asked in amazement, and then he seemed to have understood something, and suddenly turned to look at Roland: "...No reinforcements?"

Roland smiled slightly.

"Yes, there are no reinforcements." What came out of Roland's mouth was the old voice just now, and then it became the cold female voice: "I am the only one."

Kluveen opened his mouth and couldn't say a word.