Online Game: My Healer Can Steal Everything

[Ding, you kill the Demon Storm Knight Nock, contribute 22.7%, gain 40,689 experience points, 400 reputation points.

Since Ainar did not intervene in the battle, the final experience points were exclusively enjoyed by him.

The experience bar skyrocketed to 70% in one fell swoop.

Then Chu Mo picked up the loot dropped by the boss.

The harvest was huge.

"Well... So strong. The

cultivators of the Holy Light Sect who witnessed this scene of battle behind them all opened their mouths and shocked expressions appeared on their faces.

Before that.

Nock alone could beat them all.

They were so overwhelmed that they couldn't breathe.

As a result, Chu Mo made a move.

Nock seemed to turn into a toy, allowing Chu Mo to play with it.

Strong!

Too strong!

The monks felt admiration in their hearts.

But at this point.

Someone suddenly remembered something, and said with a nervous face: "Your Highness, we must retreat as soon as possible, in the last operation to eliminate the Wind Church, Pope Motos did not die, but was seriously injured.

"Now, he's returning to the station!"

"Motos is not dead?"

Ainar was equally stunned.

Some time ago, the army of Santo City united forces to encircle and suppress the Wind Church.

Many witnessed the fall of Motos.

Including Ainar.

But I didn't expect him to appear again.

"It seems that Motos has some kind of resurrection method."

A guess appeared in Ainar's mind.

Immediately, she looked at Chu Mo and wanted to hear his opinion.

"Don't be in a hurry to leave yet, I want to ask you something."

Chu Mo asked in a deep voice, "Didn't Bishop Salen come with you?" Where is he now?

"Last night, after we destroyed a branch of the Church of the Wind, Bishop Salen seems to have received some important news, so he left the group."

The monks explained.

Hearing this, Chu Mo frowned slightly, and secretly said: "This old fellow's actions are so mysterious, does he still have some kind of hidden identity?" He

recalled memories from his past life.

Still no new discoveries.

After leaving the Novice Village, Bishop Salen disappeared and was completely unheard.

"Forget it, leave him alone for now."

Chu Mo sighed helplessly.

Immediately, the group left the headquarters of the Wind Church.

He and Ainar are using healing techniques to heal the cultivators of the Holy Light Order.

Chu Mo secretly took a little medical fee as a reward.

[Ding, you have stolen "gold coins", and the number has been increased to 10. 【

Ding, you stole "1565 mana". 【

Ding, you stole the "36-point spell attack". 】

......

Unexpectedly.

This group of people only offered a gold coin reward once.

The other rewards are all items, equipment, and attributes.

The cultivators of the Holy Light Sect are a little poor.

Not even gold coins.

"That's nice."

"I like this kind of "poor ghost", it's better to come more. A

smile appeared on Chu Mo's face.

......

West of the Windhowling Mountains.

Pope Motos was flying rapidly from the air to the headquarters of the Church of the Winds.

He has always had a bad premonition in his heart.

At this time, nearby players all ran to the place where Motos was about to pass according to the coordinates of the map, trying to intercept him halfway.

Soon.

Players see figures in the sky.

"Lying groove, no wonder his speed is so fast, it turns out that this guy can fly."

"Don't be in a daze, players of the remote profession hurry up and release their skills!"

So hundreds of mages and archers unleashed their skills into the sky together.

I saw a torrent of colorful magic rising into the sky and sweeping directly through Motos's body.

"A group of ignorant ants dares to make a move against this Pope?!"

"Find death!"

Mottos's voice was extremely cold.

With a wave of his big hand, a layer of cyan shield appeared all over his body, and after absorbing a large amount of damage, the shield's light only dimmed a little.

"This Pope has given Er Wait!"

The voice just fell.

A huge amount of magic power penetrated through the body, and in an instant, it condensed into a cyan dragon tens of meters long, swooping towards the ground, and a terrifying coercive pressure spread out.

Boom!

The cyan dragon raged through the crowd, tearing players to pieces like a blade-like wind.

-171669！

-171852！

......

Six figures of damage came out.

All in seconds!

"I wipe, more than 100,000 damage, how many level of bosses is this guy?!"

The surviving players shivered with fear.

The crowd scattered.

"Hmph, a bunch of trash."

Motos snorted coldly.

Since he still had important matters, he immediately stopped the attack and continued to his destination.

But along the way.

There are still players running to intercept him.

Until a player with a talent for probing probes the Motos Properties panel.

He posted a screenshot of the attribute to the chat channel.

The players instantly quieted down.

[Wind Church Pope Motos (Golden Boss)]

Level: lv60

Life: 9.58 million / 27 million

Attack: 86400

Skills: Wind Dragon Art, Wind Shield, Wind Erosion, Multiple Wind Blade

Special Skills:

After a long time, players come back to their senses.

"It's actually a level 60 gold boss? This is still a hairy thing!

"We are only more than ten levels, even his defense can't break through, unless it is opened, otherwise, no one can fight the boss."

"Don't say it's killing the boss, but if someone can deal 1 damage to him, I will directly call the five-speed electric fan!"

"Sloppy, slipped, this is not a boss we can defeat at all."

Players lost interest.

No one stood in the way, and Pope Motos arrived at the church headquarters smoothly.

A messy scene came into view.

"Bastard!"

"Who the hell destroyed this Pope's church!!"

Motos was furious.

He took out a prop and probed the breath of life in the environment.

Swish!

Motos looked sharply in the direction where Chu Mo's group left.

"You can't escape!"

His gaze became gloomy.

The whole person disappeared in place.

......

Meanwhile.

Chu Mo and the others were on their way to retreat.

However, the believers of the Wind Church sentry had already sensed the change in the station, so they rushed back.

As soon as the two sides met, fighting ensued.

That's when it was there.

There was a roar from the sky.

"Mean ants, stop this Pope!"

Hear this voice.

The embarrassed believers suddenly showed joy.

"Lord Pope is back, we are safe!"

"Noisy!"

Chu Mo casually fired a frost ray and sent this group of believers back to the west.

Next second.

Pope Motos appeared in front of everyone.

He saw the corpse on the ground, and his face was extremely gloomy.

"Okay, okay, very good!"

"A weak priest dares to disobey my orders! It seems that you don't know how to write dead words!

Motos laughed exasperately.

It exudes terrifying coercion.

Everyone's faces sank.

The cultivators of the Holy Light Sect immediately said, "Your Highness, Lord Priest, run away!" Let's hold Motos!

"Want to escape? No chance! "

This Pope has cordoned off the surrounding space."

"Today, you all have to die here, teach me the dead believers to be buried!"

Mottos's eyes showed a cold gaze.

In the face of such a desperate situation, everyone was already desperate in their hearts.

"I'm sorry, President, but I'm the one who got you in the way."

Ainar bit her lip, her face full of guilt.

If she hadn't invited Chup Mo to come and find Bishop Salen together.

Nachumo didn't have to die at all.

Thinking of this, Ainar felt very guilty in her heart.

However.

Chu Mo's face showed a smile.

"Don't worry, none of us will die."

"But..."

With that, he turned to look at Motos standing in the sky, and calmly spoke:

"You, how are you going to die?"

This moment.

The entire battlefield was silent.

Mottos's face instantly turned cold.

......