My different world is game mode

If all enemies have obvious character weaknesses like this guy.

That would be much easier to deal with!

"Huh..."

Lindsay stood still and put away his weapon.

He looked at the surrounding environment. Because of the death of the arrogant, the black fog that filled the black street was dissipating.

The air was filled with smoke and blood.

On the broken stone road, rubble and debris were scattered all over the ground, and faint groans echoed between the ruins.

The street was destroyed beyond recognition.

Lindsay glanced at the scarred Hansike.

Although the Law Knight killed the enemy with an extremely powerful attack. But when facing the black fog, his body was also eroded.

"Go in and get some treatment first."

"Okay."

Hansike did not have a strong body. He dragged his heavy feet into the believer base. The long sword in his hand was still tightly held, but it was also covered with cracks due to the battle.

Prizm, who brought people out, approached.

He recognized the source of the stranger in front of him, the young man who responded to the identity of [Apocalypse]:

"You... Lu..."

"Call me Lindsay."

Lindsay waved his hand and corrected his name:

"Because of the special situation before, I used a pseudonym. Let's go to your base first, maybe I can help."

Prizm nodded naturally and returned with Lindsay.

"..."

The scene in the base was more tragic than Lindsay had imagined.

The buildings destroyed by the battle collapsed inward and became pieces of ruins. Some people tried to dig out the bodies of their companions in the rubble; on the side, believers surrounded the makeshift treatment area, trying to stabilize the wounded with potions and weak skills; and more people silently carried the bodies and arranged the bodies of the dead neatly in one place.

Lindsay stopped and looked at these faces calmly.

Everyone here, whether they were wounded, soldiers, or civilians who were picking up the bodies, knew that hope had come, but they were still full of fatigue and despair, and no one stopped the actions at hand.

This tenacious resilience was deeply imprinted in Lindsay's eyes.

"Prizm!"

Liz's voice came from the depths of the ruins.

The believer girl just knelt on the ground, her hands emitting a faint light, healing a seriously injured believer. The believer's chest was pierced by a sharp blade transformed by the black mist. At this moment, the mist dissipated, and the blood continued to flow, making the injury worse.

"Try this!"

Lindsay went over and took a bottle of healing potion.

The wounded in front of Liz were repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The girl raised her head, her face full of fatigue, but she recognized Lindsay's source:

"Mr. Robinson, thank you..."

"My name is Lindsay." Lindsay stopped Liz's action, "Don't speak if you see it, wait until the matter is over before saving it."

The girl sighed, but still chose to speak:

"The situation in the base is very bad, at least thirty people were killed, and there are more seriously injured, and many people are in urgent need of treatment!"

Lindsay didn't say much, and walked straight to the injured people.

He took out bottles of potions from his bag and carefully treated the injured.

One of the young believers was enduring the severe pain of being penetrated. When he saw Lindsay, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he endured the pain:

"Thank you... Thank you..."

"Don't talk nonsense, just live well."

Lindsay's tone was cold and hard, but his speed was not hurried, and his hands moved lightly and accurately.

After putting down the potion, he stood up and turned to the next wounded.

Prizm saw all this.

He looked at Lindsay's special way of treating the wound, and resisted asking about it, but said:

"Mr. Lindsay, how is the situation outside?"

"And the sinner mark on you."

Lindsay comforted the believer:

"Don't worry, it's all over."

...

At the same time, on the other side of the Black Street.

As the fog dissipated, the battle here also changed dramatically.

In the center of the square entering the Black Street, a broken statue stood alone among the rubble.

Alice stood on top of the statue, the blade in her hand still stained with the blood of the enemy.

But her opponent, the Lustful One, had collapsed at the foot of the statue.

This awakened one with demonic charm was now covered in blood, his hands and feet were disabled, but he still had a breath left.

"Why... don't you kill me?"

The voice of the indulgent was hoarse and weak, but still a bit provocative:

"Are you afraid, or do you want to pretend to show your sympathy?"

"You should understand, right?"

"As long as you kill me, your skills will be further improved."

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Alice looked down and looked at the other person with indifference:

"But to do so is equivalent to completely letting go of your heart, and at the same time giving up your true self."

"For power... it's not worth it."

The indulgent was stunned, and then laughed sarcastically:

"Not worth it?"

"The way of the indulgent is to indulge completely, the more indulged, the stronger! If you are timid like you, you will never be able to go further."

Alice was not tempted at all.

Although she is now on the path of indulging her own desires, the firmness she cultivated as a righteous person in the past is still protecting her heart.

"Your desire to live is still very strong."

"I will ask you about the [Abyss School] later."

Alice ignored the taunts of the Lustful Man.

She slowly turned around and walked out of the square to support her companions.

The Lustful Man was still struggling and cursing on the ground, but his voice became lower and lower until only the hollow breathing sound remained.

There were many Law Knights nearby, fighting with the Awakeners of the Abyss School.

However, without the blessing of the black fog.

Under the blessing of the [City of Law] rules, the former in turn completely suppressed the latter.

Alice looked all the way.

There was not even anything that needed her intervention, and she walked smoothly all the way to the Sufferer.

Heller was standing on the ruined street.

In front of him, the Greedy Man fell to the ground, his chest was sunken, and blood kept pouring out of the corners of his mouth.

"You...kill me...what can change?"

The Greedy Man's voice was intermittent, and his eyes were still filled with resentment and resentment:

"The power of the abyss...can never be eradicated...past sins will also be repaid..."

The Suffering Walker did not answer.

His expression was as cold and hard as a rock. He raised his right foot and stepped down without hesitation.

"Boom!"

This kick directly crushed the Greedy Man's head, and the earth trembled with it.

Heller flipped his sword and saw Alice walking towards him:

"You win too."

Alice nodded slightly:

"I didn't kill the Lustful Man. I can torture him for information if I keep him."

Heller sighed:

"The Abyss School."

"I've never heard of these guys."

"I'm afraid that this time's election of the King of the [City of Law] is more complicated than any other time in history."

Alice just looked at the scene in front of her:

"Okay, Heller, let's help others clean up the battlefield."

"Then go to Lindsay!"