People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

Right now, his arm was surrounded by the white powder that had just continuously attacked the main body.

"Having said that, I hear the 'Queen of the Adriatic' is back? Those Xiu..."

"carefully!"

The green man hadn't spoken yet, and Matthew Liss' panic warning had already appeared.

Although Matthew Lees gave a warning at the first time, it was still too late.

"Wheat flour? Please, if you go back with this body, Silvia will complain again?"

Chapter 460 Seven: The sole of the shoe is on the top, your face is on the bottom

"Tsk, it really takes a lot of debugging to actually work..."

Sprinkled the wheat flour in his hand to form a barrier, separating himself from Sigurd.

The huge impact made the man called "Earth" feel as if his heart was being clenched, and the extreme pressure prevented him from making a counterattack immediately.

The white powder gathered in the hands of the man named "Earth" took shape.

But from the general composition point of view, lively is still a guillotine.

The lower end of the square with four sides of about six to seventy centimeters is a plate-shaped blade that has been forcibly cut obliquely and crosswise.

The man grabbed the part of the rim that should have been connected to the rope with one hand, and asked the woman beside him with dissatisfaction.

"This guy is the 'Strongest Gold' mercenary, right?"

"That's right, 'Water' and 'Fire' both seem to have a high evaluation of him, it seems that he is indeed a character that will not make people feel bored?"

"Heh, then it's good to use this guy as a reference for 'adjustment'. I'm worried that I don't have a good test subject."

The green man who said so pointed to Sigurd who was waving his arms in the ruins.

Judging from the tone of voice, the man named "Di" seems to be quite happy.

"My name is 'Land of the Left', specifically the so-called 'God's Right Seat'..."

"land!"

"Don't get excited, you don't think you can keep that mercenary from things of this level for a long time, do you? Didn't Shui say that this guy has a special intelligence network, and can obtain information that ordinary people can't even recognize. "

The yellow woman patted Matthew Liss on the shoulder, and walked past him standing on the left side without any respect.

"My name is Wind Ahead, and I'm a member of the 'God's Right Seat' just like Earth. You may not have heard of our name, but..."

"You guys can't reach the level of 'God'?"

"..."

Changing from the frivolity just now, the land on the left and the wind in front leaked sharp gazes to lock Sigurd at the same time.

"Weaken your own 'original sin' and make your physique close to that of an 'angel'. Maybe you think you are 'advancing', but I say you are going backwards."

"..."

"The so-called 'angels' are just a group of 'energy blocks' in corresponding phases. This is the same as breaking up the straight flushes in your hand in order to make up the straights. Just to make up the straights that don't know where they are. Are you stupid or too wise? Dreaming?"

"You're saying it as if you understand it? Don't you want to say that we are not as good as those idiots who are full of 'original sin'?"

Sigurd shook his head, he still couldn't agree with the words of the wind ahead.

"Just like a video game, you just changed your job in advance and became berserkers who specialize in combat. Although your combat effectiveness is indeed very strong, you will be stuck in place when you encounter a level that requires unlocking skills. You have given up the 'possibility ’ And the pursuit of momentary strength is not self-aware.”

"Are you trying to say we're doomed?"

"No, I said that although you can't 'pick' the lock yourself, you can find someone else to pick it. I can't deny that your choice is a viable path, but it's stupid."

"Priority!"

With no intention of continuing the conversation, the man named Land of the Left launched the attack first.

"Priority—Human flesh is at the bottom, wheat flour is at the top!"

The guillotine flew towards Sigurd with an unstoppable momentum and the awareness that one blow would kill him.

"Union the altar of law, finger-paint the enchantment, and guard the four seals of the four directions to obtain the most precious treasure..."

Four-color origami flew out from behind Sigurd.

Those colored papers that can be bought in the gift shop on the roadside are blocked between the guillotine and Sigurd, as if they want to resist the slash.

"You, a guy who has fallen into purgatory and is full of sins from the soul, you should receive purification! Priority consideration-magic is at the bottom, and wheat flour is at the top!"

"Earth! Get back!"

Although Matthew Liss on the side sounded a warning, the left side, who was an actual combatant, had no time to react.

He felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then Sigurd's face occupied his entire field of vision.

(This guy is not...)

Land of the Left has not yet figured out why Sigurd, who was still tens of meters away, suddenly appeared in front of him, and his thoughts were interrupted by extreme violence.

Without any extra movements, with a simple punch like a fight in a comedy movie, Zuo Fangzhi's thin body was easily blasted into the air.

The body of the land on the left flew upside down in the air, and several small milky white particles mixed with red flew to the side.

I don't care about any posture or unloading force, the consciousness of the left land is completely offline at this moment.

Fell to the ground in extreme embarrassment, before anyone could recover, Sigurd appeared in his field of vision again.

Then...

"Ah, depraved, right? Purified? The worst, right?"

One kick after another, the left side, who was still invincible just now, rolled all over the ground with a brutal beating that could not be called skill at all.

The wind in front and Matthew Liss, who were originally planning to watch the excitement, froze in place, rubbing their eyes in disbelief at the scene in front of them.

The land on the left was rolling all over the ground, trying to get out of Sigurd's attack range, but this mercenary was unskilled, and kept stepping on the land on the left like a gangster fighting in the street.

"Magic is down, isn't it? Wheat flour is up, isn't it? The land to the left?"

"You bastard... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

Stepping on the face of the left land mercilessly, the hard sole directly knocked off several front teeth of the left land.

"God's right seat, right? Priority, right? The sole of the shoe is on top, and your face is on the bottom!"

Under the beating with no magical meaning at all, the resistance of the left land was gradually weakened.

This scene lasted for quite a while, as if he was tired from playing, Sigurd kicked the ground to the left and flew away, rolling and rolling until he stopped at the corner of the church.

At this time, the land on the left is not as invincible as it was just now.

It doesn't mean how serious his injuries are. After all, simple physical beatings are not a big problem for professional magicians, and the simplest healing techniques can also recover immediately.

But at this time, the land on the left didn't even have the strength to speak, and he collapsed on the ground with a disgraced face and a bloody face.

A simple physical beating knocked down this mighty "God's Right Seat" to the ground.

In such a magical scene, even the wind in front of him forgot to help the land on the left.

As for Matthew Liss, he even felt that the scene in front of him was outrageous, but reasonable.

(Seems like something this guy would do...)

Chapter 460: The other two seats of "God's Right"

His face was covered in blood, and his body was covered in dust.

White wheat flour was scattered everywhere, and the entire St. Peter's Basilica was devastated.

In the originally sacred church at this time, apart from chaos and no second words to describe it, the "culprit" who caused all this stood here confidently.

"Phew, it's comfortable. There's been a lot of shit recently, and there's no place to vent the accumulated pressure."

"What the hell did you just do?"

Front Wind, who was full of vigilance, held the weapon drawn from the shadow in his hand. It was a huge hammer with a total length of more than one meter.

There is a sharp barbed wire rolled from the middle to the front of the handle, but the overall composition gives the first impression that it is not a "killing weapon" but closer to a "ceremonial prop".

"Beat him with your fist, or else?"

"..."

The Wind Ahead couldn't even refute.

Because what Sigurd said was indeed true.

Feng didn't see any magical meaning from the unilateral beating just now.

It's not obvious or hidden. From the perspective of the front wind, Sigurd even deliberately avoided showing the magical meaning, and consciously avoided specific actions. Lie on you" feeling.

The mercenaries who are so called "the strongest gold" not only have almost no techniques for using gold, but even defeat them almost entirely by hand-to-hand combat.

As a member of the "God's Right Seat", although he was not the one who was beaten, Front Wind also felt his face being slapped by Sigurd, especially when he was left in front of Matthew Liss. Fang Zhidi's embarrassing fall to the ground made Fang Zhifeng feel furious.

"You guy, do you want to die?"

After speaking, Front Wind sticks out his tongue.

Then came the sound of wet metal rubbing against each other.

She has a tongue ring on her tongue.

To the tongue ring is attached a fine chain for a necklace, which hangs below the waist, and at the front of the chain is adorned with a small cross.

"Wind, stop!"

"Why do you think that I will listen to you, besides, this guy will ruin our good business sooner or later if he lets it go, why don't you take advantage of it and kill him in St. Peter's Basilica now!!!"

Completely ignoring Matthew Liss' dissuasion, Front Wind waved the mallet wrapped with barbed wire in his right hand at will.

A blow to the side.

The chain attached to the tongue swayed as if being swung.

The trajectory of the hammer almost touched the chain on the tongue, which seemed quite dangerous.

The hammer wrapped in iron wire collided with the small metal cross, and orange sparks definitely shot out.