Our family is in decline

From the missing finger of the flesh staff she held in her hand, it could be seen that she was the cult saint hidden inside.

Just now, she and the deacon drove the cultists to gather here and let the soldiers kill them.

She waited until it was almost time to take action, using death and flesh as sacrifices to summon the power of the void.

The high walls made of bricks and stones were easily destroyed, which made those believers, including herself, even more eager to ascend.

Human beings are simply too fragile... Birth, old age, illness and death threaten humanity all the time, not to mention these powerful forces. Only ascension is the future of humanity.

Casting that level of sorcery, even if there were sacrifices to help bear it, temporarily affected her a lot, and her power was drained, and she temporarily lost her ability to cast spells.

But when the lamb loses its fence, it will be no match for the wolves, let alone a tiger hidden among the wolves.

In order to end the fight as soon as possible, the deacon who was with her took action.

Even among the deacons, there are differences. Not everyone is qualified to implant the [seed].

This is enough to show that his power is not simple, as if you have seen him go up and kill those soldiers completely.

But the saint didn't expect this to happen.

He was bombed just before he got close to the battle line, and then he was shot again, which directly released the power of the seed.

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 our Lord.

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

What happened?

Is this different from what was promised?

But the situation was here, and 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 on the ground brought her the best sacrifice. She directly inserted the staff in her hand into a corpse. The strange flesh and blood on the staff seemed to be alive and devoured the flesh and blood. At the same time, a kind of power was fed back to quickly fill the body. The emptiness in the body.

That power emerged because God was watching me!

It was as if the crazy killings that happened here made the god pay attention here. A look of fanaticism appeared on the face of the saint wrapped in a black robe, and at the same time, a new evil spell was brewing.

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

I finally can't bear it anymore, right...I've been waiting for you for a long time!

He immediately picked up the long sword and killed him.

Of course Geralt also noticed the monster, but the threat of a spellcaster in the dark was more deadly. For this reason, he could only believe that Barristan could block the monster.

To be honest, his mood, which was difficult to be affected, couldn't help but become worried as the situation fluctuated.

There is no way. If Barristan cannot withstand it, the entire outpost will probably be captured by monsters. It is hard to say whether he can escape by then.

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

This made him feel a little more relaxed, and the same change in the situation also made the spell caster unable to resist exposing his flaws.

With a casual sword, he chopped down a cultist who dared to stop him, and his eyes were fixed on the figure under the black robe.

Want to cast a spell? Have you asked me about the sword in my hand?

Geralt's unabashed appearance naturally attracted the attention of the saint. Everyone was attracted by the deacon's mutation just now, and they did not notice at all that this man dared to completely separate from the battle line composed of those soldiers and fight in single-handedly.

If you do this, you are either very confident in your own strength, or you are a fool.

But you must know that the Saint had met Geralt before, not to mention that there were at least a dozen corpses of believers around him as evidence.

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

But the hand she was holding on to the staff was already connected to the flesh and blood on the staff, and her knuckles were almost invisible.

When the surrounding cultists heard the call, they rushed over without any hesitation, looking at their fanaticism...

"Hehe...Lady Saint..."

"Lord Saint, please take me away..."

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

It can only be said that these cultists are all military fools, or that there is no need for this when the ancestor gave up governance and allowed himself to be devoured by the surrounding lords.

For a long time, their actions have been in the form of small teams in order to hide, or they have been broken into pieces and blended into the crowd. It is normal that they have no experience in commanding large-scale battles.

If the Saint had not been exposed and had not shouted that sentence, I am afraid that now the front line would have to slowly confront these cultists who would not retreat.

But her words caused the cultists to swarm away. She gave up fighting with the soldiers and was pushed directly into the gap, successfully driving the cultists out again.

But Geralt was under great pressure, facing those crazy cultists alone.

Let alone getting close to the Saint, it was now difficult for him to even protect himself.

Seal of Alder!

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, people around him surged up again, and various weapons slashed at them, forcing him to use his backhand to hit another seal.

Quen's Seal!

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

"Damn it!"

Geralt couldn't help but feel a chill as he looked at those guys. He slashed one of them with his sword, then pierced the other's chest with his long sword, and before he could draw out his steel sword, he came at him and killed him again.

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

"be careful of bombs!"

Geralt noticed something flying above his head, and then saw a bomb falling into the crowd gathered nearby, directly interrupting the offensive of the cultists.

Geralt seized the opportunity and kicked the guy in front of him away, drew out his long sword, and slashed the head of the stunned cultist with his backhand sword. Only then did he notice the soldier pushing behind him.

Geralt was quite emotional when he saw this situation. In the past, he had always worked alone and rarely teamed up with others. Even if he was in danger, he would fight hard and run away if he couldn't beat him.

Now he found that he had fallen into a misunderstanding, that is, he did not need to bear it alone, because everyone here was his own.

"That spell caster! Interfere with her quickly and don't let her succeed!" Geralt shouted and raised his hand to mark the target.

Now it is difficult to rush through on your own, so you must call for support.

As soon as he finished speaking, a holy light appeared and shot directly at the saint who was casting a spell.

"Go to hell!"

Junia roared and raised the steel torch in her hand.

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

If we really want to classify it according to extraordinary strength, Junia may be able to forcibly rise with the help of the steel torch, but her strength is barely that of [Master].

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

The reason why the saint is a saint of the Ascension Sect is because she is talented and intelligent and has been favored by her ancestors. She is also a [champion] model like Wolf Warrior.

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

But the evil spell she prepared was almost ready.

Thinking of this, the saint's mouth could not help but curl up, and she shouted arrogantly at these enemies.

"Stupid humans, I am a god..."

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

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

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

There is no God in this world, and their family is considered a devout believer. Even if they don’t eat, they still save money to pay tribute to the church. Isn’t that not pious?

But why doesn’t God come to save the sheep that have been herded by the farmer for several lifetimes?

The most profound impression he had when he was a child was starvation. His failure to grow up was because of this damn god.

He couldn't have enough to eat until the arrival of the lord. At that moment, he understood that the lord was right. The only one who could change his life was himself. This was why he stood here to fight for the lord.

Junia and Sobre both attracted the attention of the cultists because of their attacks on the saint, and were killed by the furious cultists.

But Junia was not afraid at all. She raised her hand and waved the steel torch. The edges and spikes on it were as terrifying as hammers and nails. In addition to physical damage, the blows on the bodies of the cultists also left strange burns. The burn marks even vaguely inhibited the recovery of the flesh and blood.

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

But the torch had become scrap metal 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 the specific method of repair.

It was obvious that Lance never pinned his hopes on nothing, and gave the torch to Junia just to make up a story so that she could find a place in the class to stop her from hanging around all day long.

But now it seems that although it does not show very strong power, this is definitely not something that ordinary weapons can do.

She wouldn't really have done anything to her, would she?

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

The battle broke out so suddenly. She was holding a torch and praying in the room, but when she heard the noise, she rushed out immediately.

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 swing it out easily.

But it feels pretty good.

However, Junia's slightly pale face showed that her current condition was not good. This was an obvious sign of excessive spiritual consumption.

Because in order to treat the soldiers there just now, she used several magic spells to bring back the soldiers who were injured due to the collapse of the high wall from the line of death.

But this was also a big drain on her, so she couldn't directly support the monster when it attacked just now.

But don't forget that her talent can even resonate with the Holy Light. She recovers quickly when the sun rises, so she can catch up with the counterattack.

However, Sobrey had no intention of fighting those guys in close combat. He threw a bomb with his backhand and retreated directly.

When those cultists catch up, blow up one of them, and then blow them over after two or three.

Sobre originally wanted to get them some big ones, but when he dug out he found that the bombs had been used up again.

It feels great, but it consumes too much, so I can only go back to the armory to replenish it and disappear from the field again...

On the other hand, the saint got up from the ground, with one hand protecting her face but not daring to touch her.

"Ah! Ah! My face!"

It can be seen that her entire face is disfigured. There are countless shrapnel embedded in the once charming face. One eye was shot out. The skin and flesh on her face are still damaged by burning and explosion. Even the bones can be seen. .

Although they are also extraordinary people, not everyone's body can resist the power of the explosion. After all, spellcasters and warriors are two different paths of focus.

However, the Ascension Sect showed its gatekeeping ability and directly inserted the staff into the corpse on the ground. Under the power of devouring the flesh and blood, the flesh and blood on the face squirmed and squeezed out the shrapnel, and the condition was quickly restored.

But when she opened that eye again, what she saw was a pure black eyeball, and the staff on her arm became more involved.

She can see what the price is, but only she knows all this.

However, this did not affect the performance of the evil spell. On the contrary, she was gathering strength by resisting twice, otherwise she would have fought back long ago.

She wants to bury all these guys at the expense of the believers who died here!

A strong spiritual light emerged from her body, and the death and despair brought by the battlefield condensed into a gloomy and even evil aura that seemed to be attracted to her hands.

"boom!"

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

The lead bullet missed the slightest gap and hit the unlucky guy on the side.

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

She definitely didn't make a mistake, it was more like she avoided it in advance.

Even the deacon couldn't avoid it, but she was able to avoid it. It was because of the gap in perception. Different routes brought different powers. It was this super perception that allowed her to perform evil spells.

The eyeballs made of flesh and blood on the staff began to slowly open...

"snort!"

With a cold snort, Geralt's figure finally appeared here after killing the cultists.

When he cast a spell so arrogantly in front of him, did he really think that Geralt was dead?

He raised his hand and touched the long sword. Extraordinary power attached to it, and then he slashed towards the saint...

Thanks to [Ban Jiesheng] for the 500 reward

Thank you [Qing Yanying] for the 100 reward

Thanks to [Landing Rain in the Forest] for the 500 reward