our family is gone

From the fingerless palm of the Flesh Staff held in that hand, it can be seen that she is the cult saint hidden in it.

Just now she and the deacon drove those cultists to gather in this place to be killed by those soldiers.

She didn't make a move until about the same time, using death and flesh and blood as sacrifices to summon the power of the void.

The high walls built of bricks and stones were easily destroyed, which made those believers, including herself, desire for ascension.

Human beings are really too fragile... Birth, old age, sickness and death threaten human beings all the time, not to mention these powerful forces, only ascension is the future of human beings.

Casting that level of sorcery, even if she had a sacrifice to help her bear it, she was temporarily affected a lot, and her power was drained, as if she temporarily lost the ability to cast spells.

But when the lamb loses the fence, it will not be the opponent of the wolf pack, let alone a tiger hidden in the wolf pack.

In order to end the battle as soon as possible, the deacon who was with her made a move.

There are differences even among the deacons, not everyone is qualified to implant [seeds].

This is enough to show that his strength is not simple, as if he has seen him go up to kill and completely destroy those soldiers.

But the saint did not expect such a thing to happen.

He was blown up before he got close to the battle line, and was shot again, which directly released all the power of the seeds.

In this regard, the saint can only say that these guys are very lucky, but the deacon whose power has been released is even more terrifying. She is ready to dedicate this place to my lord.

Then she saw the deacon being interrupted one after another, and finally turned into a burning man. This scene more or less made her a little confused.

What happened?
Is this different from what you said?

But the situation is here, those soldiers took the opportunity to counterattack and close the defense line, and they were about to be driven out of the gap.

The flesh and blood all over the ground brought her the best sacrifice, and she directly inserted the staff in her hand towards a corpse. The strange flesh and blood on the staff swallowed the flesh like a living one, and at the same time, a kind of power was fed back to fill it up quickly. The emptiness in the body.

The emergence of that power is God watching him!

It was as if the frenzied killing that happened here made the gods pay attention to this side. A frenzied look appeared on the face of the saintess wrapped under the black robe, and at the same time a new sorcery was brewing.

Geralt, who was killing the cultists frantically with a long sword, seemed to sense something, and turned his gaze away.

I can't bear it anymore, right... I've been waiting for you for a long time!
Immediately picked up the long sword and killed the past.

Geralt had noticed the monster, of course, but the threat of a spellcaster in the shadows was far more deadly, so he could only trust Barristan to hold it back.

To be honest, his hard-to-affect emotions couldn't help but worry as the situation fluctuated.

There's no way, if Barristan can't stand it, the entire outpost will probably be captured by monsters, and it's hard to say whether he can escape by then.

Fortunately, Barristan withstood it, and those Hamlet's soldiers also showed surprising strength, unexpectedly stabilizing the situation abruptly, and even launched a counterattack.

This made his heart relax a little bit, and the same change in the situation made the caster no longer unable to bear to show his flaws.

He cut down a cultist who dared to stop him with a sword, and his eyes were locked on the figure under the black robe.

Want to cast a spell?Have you asked me if I have a sword in my hand?

Geralt's undisguised appearance naturally attracted the attention of the saint. Everyone was attracted by the deacon's mutation just now, and they didn't notice that this person dared to break away from the front formed by those soldiers and charged in alone.

Doing so is either very confident in your own strength, or you are a fool.

But you must know that the saint had met Geralt in the past, not to mention that there were at least a dozen corpses of believers around him to prove it.

"Protect me!" The saintess knew that she was exposed and no longer concealed it. She directly lifted the black robe on her body and threw it away, revealing her alluring figure.

But her hand holding the staff has been connected to the flesh and blood on the staff, and basically no knuckles can be seen.

The cultists around heard the call and rushed over without any hesitation, seeing how enthusiastic they were...

"Hey... Lady Saint..."

"My lord, please take me away..."

"My Lady, how can I live without you..."

It can only be said that these cultists are all military idiots, or that when the old ancestor gave up governance and let the surrounding lords swallow him, there was no need for this.

For a long time, their actions have been in the form of small groups in order to hide, or they have been broken up and mixed into the crowd. It is normal for them to have no experience in commanding large-scale battles.

If the saintess hadn't been exposed and hadn't shouted that sentence, I'm afraid the front line would have to slowly fight against these unrelenting heretics.

But her words made those cultists swarm away, and she gave up pulling with those soldiers, and was directly pushed into the gap, successfully expelling those cultists again.

But Geralt was under a lot of pressure, facing those crazy cultists alone.

Not to mention being close to the saint, it is now difficult for him to even protect himself.

Alder Fayin!
Geralt raised his hand and sent out a fan-shaped shock wave to repel the cultists in front of him, but in the next second, the people around him rushed up again, and all kinds of weapons slashed up, forcing him to hit another sign with his backhand.

Queen's seal!

An invisible barrier protected him, but in the next second it was shattered under numerous attacks.

"Damn!"

Looking at those guys, Geralt couldn't help but feel a chill, and swiped his sword to chop down one, and then the long sword pierced through the other's chest, before he could draw out the steel sword and killed him again.

There is also a buffer for the use of the seal, it is impossible to release it continuously, and the pressure increases sharply for a while, but at this time there is a voice from behind.

"be careful of bombs!"

Geralt noticed something flying overhead, and then saw a bomb fall into the crowd gathered nearby, directly interrupting the offensive of the cultists.

Geralt seized the opportunity to kick away the guy in front of him, drew out his long sword, and headed the stunned cultist with a backhand sword, only then did he slightly notice the soldier pushing over behind him.

Seeing this situation, Geralt was also quite moved. In the past, he was single-handed and rarely teamed up with others. Even if he encountered danger, he would resist stubbornly, and if he couldn't beat him, he would run away.

Now he finds that he has fallen into a misunderstanding, that is, there is no need for him to bear it alone, because everyone here is his own.

"That spellcaster! Interfere with her before she succeeds!" Geralt yelled and raised his hand to mark the target.

Now it is difficult to rush over by myself, and I must call for support.

As soon as the words fell, a holy light emerged and shot directly at the saint who was casting a spell.

"Go to hell!"

Junia let out a growl and held up her steel torch.

The holy light poured into the saint with holy power, and other cultists might react, but this move was easily resisted by the saint.

If it is really divided according to extraordinary power, Junia may be able to forcibly raise her height by relying on the steel torch, and her strength is barely as high as [Master].

But the problem is that the remaining power on the torch has disappeared, and the current strength is only at the [elite] level.

And the reason why the saint is the saint of the Ascension Sect is because she is talented and intelligent and has been favored by the ancestors, and she is also a [champion] template like Wolf Warrior.

At this time, Junia's condensed power is basically scraping for the saint, and the lost state can be recovered within a breath.

But the sorcery she had prepared was almost done.

Thinking of this, the corner of the saint's mouth couldn't help grinning, and she yelled arrogantly at these enemies.

"Stupid humans, I'm a god..."

A bomb was thrown over and exploded directly in front of her, stuffing those nonsense back into her mouth, and even the shock wave of the explosion directly knocked her over.

Geralt has no attack range, Junia's skills have no damage, but Hamlet has a lot of talents.

"Is this God?" Sobrey weighed the bomb in his hand, with a mocking look on his face.

There is no god in this world, and their family can be regarded as devout believers. Even if they don’t eat, they have to save money to pay tribute to the church. Isn’t it devout?
But it’s not the same as the sheep that have been kept by the farmer for several lifetimes. Why didn’t God come to save him?
His deepest impression when he was a child was starvation, and it was because of this damn god that he didn't grow up.

It wasn't until the lord came that he couldn't have enough food. At that moment, he understood that the lord was right. The only person who could change his life was himself. That's why he was standing here to fight for the lord.

Both Junia and Sobrey attracted the attention of those cultists for attacking the saint, and the furious cultists killed them.

However, Junia was not afraid at all. She raised her hand and waved the steel torch. The edges, corners and spikes on it were as terrifying as hammers and nails. Apart from physical damage, it left strange burning marks on the cultists. The burn marks even vaguely inhibited the recovery of the flesh and blood.

Tamara said that this torch used to be a sacred object of the Church of the Holy Flame. Because a saint used it, it was contaminated with divine power and became extraordinary.

But the torch had been turned into scrap iron in the previous battle. Although Tamara said that it was possible to repair it, no one knew whether it was true or not, nor did they know how to repair it.

And obviously Lance never pinned his hopes on nothingness, and giving the torch to Junia was just making up a story to find her a class and stop hanging around every day.

But now it seems that although it has not shown a strong strength, this is definitely not something that ordinary weapons can do.

Couldn't really be messed with by her?

But no one cares about these things in the battle now, and even Junia herself didn't pay much attention to the power brought by the torch.

The battle broke out so suddenly just now, she was praying in the room holding the torch, but she rushed out immediately when she heard the movement.

At that time, there was no time for her to go back and change weapons, so she could only join the battle with the torch, and swung it out.

But it still feels good.

It's just that Junia's slightly pale face shows that she is not in a good state now, which is an obvious sign of excessive spiritual consumption.

Because just now, in order to treat those soldiers there, she used several magical spells to pull those soldiers who were injured by the collapse of the high wall back from the death line.

But this is also a lot of consumption for her, so she couldn't directly support the monster attack just now.

But don't forget that her talent can even resonate with the holy light, and her state recovers quickly when the sun is rising, so she can take advantage of the counterattack to keep up.

But Sobrey didn't intend to engage in melee combat with those guys, he threw a bomb with his backhand and retreated directly.

When those cultists catch up, they will blow up one, and after two or three, they will be blown up directly.

Sobrey wanted to bring them some big ones, but when he took out the bombs, he found that the bombs were used up again.

It's cool, but it's consumed too quickly, so I can only go back to the armory to replenish, and disappear on the field again...

On the other hand, the saint got up from the ground and covered her face with one hand but dared not touch it.

"Ah! ah! my face!"

It can be seen that her entire face is disfigured. I don’t know how many shrapnels are embedded in her once seductive face. One eye was shot out. There are burning and explosion injuries on the skin and flesh on her face, and even the bones can be seen .

Although they are also extraordinary, not everyone's physique can resist the power of the explosion. After all, spellcasters and warriors are two routes of focus in different directions.

However, the Ascension Sect's gatekeeper ability showed that it directly inserted the staff into the corpse on the ground, and under the force brought by the devouring flesh and blood, the flesh and blood on the face squirmed and squeezed out the shrapnel, and the state was recovering rapidly.

But when she opened that eye again, what she brought was a pure black eyeball, and the staff on the arm was more and more implicated.

It can be seen that there is a price for this, but only she knows all this.

However, this did not affect the casting of the sorcery. On the contrary, she was accumulating strength by resisting twice just now, otherwise she would have fought back long ago.

She wants to use the believers who died here as the price to bury all these guys!
A strong spiritual light emerged from her body, and the gloomy and even evil aura condensed by the death and despair brought about by the battlefield converged on her hands as if attracted.

"boom!"

An inconspicuous gunshot rang out, but the saint turned her head away as if she had predicted something in advance.

The lead bullet directly staggered the slightest gap and shot at the unlucky egg beside him.

Barrett on the broken wall was stunned for a moment, this...

She made absolutely no mistakes, it was more like she dodged ahead of time.

Even the deacon couldn't avoid it, but she was able to dodge it because of the gap in perception, the power brought by different routes is different, and it is this super perception that allows her to perform sorcery.

The eyeballs formed by the tangled flesh and blood on the staff began to slowly open...

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, Geralt's figure finally pierced through those cultists and appeared here.

Casting spells swaggeringly in front of him, does he really think Geralt is dead?
Raising his hand to touch the long sword, extraordinary power attached to it, and then he slashed towards the saint...

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