Reject me, hateful woman

"Well, and you don't have to be too pessimistic. The fusion arcana that White Mask just released is at least four rings, right?"

Natalie nodded doubtfully, wondering what the meaning of the dean's sudden mention of this was.

Iron Maiden Mask said calmly:

"Although this guy has been deliberately creating a sense of oppression as if he is invincible, his exaggerated attack method that combines arcane magic is his flaw!"

flaw?

Natalie subconsciously glanced at the place where the white mask was, feeling completely confused.

Being able to cast fusion arcana, doesn't it simply mean that this white mask is very powerful?

"I understand, Dean!"

At this moment, Sister Bellamiya’s voice suddenly sounded from the faith network,

"That white mask has been blurring his attack methods since the moment he appeared, making it impossible for people to judge his occupation, until just now..."

"exactly!"

The Iron Maiden Mask nodded and smiled grimly.

Not being afraid of death does not mean that she likes to seek death. As the leader trusted by the team members, she must find the best way to ensure the survival rate of her teammates among all combat plans when facing a powerful enemy.

To deal with the Arcanist, use surprise tactics for melee combat, and to deal with the Knights, use Holy Power weapons for long-range kiting.

This is the meaning of team combat. You can always develop corresponding tactics based on the enemy's weaknesses.

This white mask has rarely made unnecessary movements since it appeared. While creating a sense of oppression, it even hides its occupation intentionally or unintentionally.

But until just now, in the face of all the blasphemers trying to forcefully rush out of the warehouse, White Mask's seemingly ruthless suppression methods still exposed his profession.

If they simply release arcane magic, the nuns must also consider the possibility that the white mask is a magic warrior, which will make the battle much more difficult.

Although there are very few high-level professionals in magic warriors, it is also relative. When non-high-level professionals fight, the advantage of magic warriors who can master both arcane and martial arts is almost overwhelming.

But the fusion of arcana is different. It is impossible for a half-hearted magic warrior to master this kind of romance that is unique to arcane professionals.

In other words, White Mask's profession is 100% an arcanist!

The arcanist's melee combat is the eternal weakness of this profession!

Natalie, who is best at surprise attacks and frontal combat, initiates melee combat. The others use their own means to contain them, while she keeps her field open and waits for an opportunity to launch a fatal blow.

This is the shortest, yet most precise and effective counter-tactic she can formulate in the shortest time!

"As expected of the captain, I'm going to get on!"

Natalie excitedly drew out her swords.

At this moment, the door of the warehouse actually opened again, and the blasphemers rushed out for the second time. When the door opened this time, standing at the front was a row of arcanists who had finished chanting the arcane spells in their hands. .

"emission!"

With a command, all the accumulated arcane spells in the hands of all the blasphemer arcane masters were released, and they attacked the white mask standing on the boundary from a distance, but the latter easily resolved it without much effort.

However, these trivial arcane probing attacks were just the appetizer. After projecting the arcane spells in their hands, the blasphemer arcanists standing in the first row quickly retreated, revealing what was hidden behind these people. A real trump card.

A dozen extremely fast melee blasphemers sprinted out, taking advantage of White Mask's exhaustion in dealing with long-range attacks. Although everyone's strength varied, they were at least second-level professionals.

The nuns couldn't help but hold their breath, and the brows under the Iron Mask nun's mask also frowned. The blasphemer's analysis speed was also so fast. It seemed that there were some experts among them, who could actually think of it in such a short time. Come up with such a simple and effective surprise attack tactic.

Moreover, at this scale, even if he had to deal with it alone, it would be difficult, not to mention that the fourth-ring arcane spell had just been released in front of him. It seemed that the battle was about to end without his own action.

However, in the final analysis, this guy is just a little nosy, and he doesn't have too much malice towards us. How about we help him a little bit to save his life?

Just when Iron Maiden Mask was hesitating, the first batch of surprise attackers had already arrived in front of White Mask.

"Damn white mask, go to hell!"

The person at the front suddenly flicked his wrist, and a sharp curved dagger popped out of his cuff, stabbing the white mask in the abdomen. Attacks from the other people followed, all aimed at the vital parts of the white mask. .

And until the feel of the blade cutting cloth came through, the blasphemer's eyes shone with excitement.

Got it!

But then the emptiness at the blade made him panic.

He has carried out this level of assassination at least a dozen times. According to the process, after the cloth is cut, there should be slightly tough skin, then fat, muscles, and at most, hard bones due to the opponent's dodge or resistance.

But no matter what the situation is, this feeling of emptiness that seems to stab into nothingness is totally wrong!

The blasphemer lowered his head subconsciously, as if to confirm that the knife in his hand had penetrated the white mask's abdomen correctly, but when he raised his head, he only met a pair of cold eyes, which seemed not to be affected by the injury at all.

"Successful."

An emotionless voice came from behind the mask, and before the blasphemer assassin's heart became alert, a hand had already been clamped around his throat.

Then, dizzy!

I saw White Mask, who was stabbed by five or six swords at the same time, as if nothing was wrong. First, he struck the person closest to him with a fierce jab. Then, he raised his hand and jammed the throat of an attacker. Then he took advantage of the situation. Using the opponent as a weapon, he swung the blasphemer whose neck was stuck and knocked all the other blasphemers who were about to attack away hard and fell to the ground, letting out a wailing sound.

Finally, with a wave of his hand, a hurricane blew the frightened or stunned blasphemers back to the warehouse.

From beginning to end, from defusing long-range attacks to throwing back the blasphemers in melee combat, White Mask didn't even move an inch.

"Weird...monster!"

"I clearly penetrated it, I definitely penetrated it!"

"It's impossible, it's impossible, it's fake, it's fake, hahaha, it's fake, how can there be a monster that doesn't bleed! Demon God, I can't tell the difference, I can't tell the difference!"

"I'd rather get blown up than fight that monster!"

The blasphemers who were thrown back by the white mask seemed to have suffered a huge psychological shock, and they rushed back to the warehouse screaming. In desperation, the door of the warehouse had to be closed again.

"You guys seem to be getting stronger again."

The mark on the back of her hand vibrated, and Lily's slightly surprised voice came out,

"Besides, aren't you newly acquired that ability? How come you are so proficient in it?"

"so so."

Lin En just shook the blood on his hand on the spot and said calmly.

If you feel stupid, please remember that someone once tried to fight a dragonborn in close combat, and it was the kind of dragonborn who could blur his body at will, and who was strengthened by a highly compatible primitive heroic spirit, and the physical power exploded.

Without any enhancement, Lin En was able to beat Novi, a swordsman prodigy who had taken a rest from swordsmanship since childhood, without any injuries. And now that his body has been strengthened, except that he has no racial talent, Lin En's melee ability is completely comparable to that of Novi. , even surpassing the dragonborn warriors of the same level.

I just don't know where the dagger that he teleported away went when he used the reversal technique to imitate the virtualization.

"Lynn, look out!"

Lily suddenly exclaimed.

........

As for Linn's back, the nuns were confused.

From their perspective, they saw the white mask being pierced by five or six sharp knives at the same time, and then fighting back all the blasphemers with those puncture wounds. They didn't even know what they had done to scare those people. It was as if he had seen a ghost.

Only Sister Candice, who has strong perception, looked at the door of the warehouse with doubts in her eyes.

In a suffocating silence, Natalie turned to the Iron Maiden Mask, swallowed, and said aggrievedly: "Teacher...dean, do I, do I still come?"

Natalie received no answer.

Because at the moment when White Mask easily threw the last blasphemer back into the warehouse, Iron Maiden Mask had already raised its flag and sprinted out!

The straight and slender war flag was now lying across her hands, held in both hands, like a white spear.

In just a moment, the wind roared, the flag rolled, and the spear turned into a war flag had pierced the time and space between the two people, and stabbed the white mask's shoulder.

puff!

The sound of flesh and blood splattering sounded, but this was not because the nun's sneak attack was successful.

At the last moment when the flag gun penetrated his shoulder, Bai Mask miraculously turned around and held the flagpole with one hand. The huge impact brought by inertia only scratched his palm, and blood dripped on it. A bright red blood stain flowed on the pure white goddess battle flag.

Other than that, the white mask remained unscathed. The emotionless ice blue eyes collided with the angry gaze behind the iron mask, and sparks seemed to burst out in the air.

Under the Iron Maiden mask, those beautiful eyes seemed to be burning.

She originally thought that Lin En might be ignorant of the nature of cultists, just a passerby academic mage who was impatient and meddlesome.

But just after Linn easily defused the offensive of those blasphemers, she knew that she was wrong.

How could a guy with so much combat experience be an idiot who doesn't understand anything? !

In other words, he was still going against the church even though he knew exactly what kind of people he was protecting!

"You guy, why, why do you want to protect those bastards!"

The nun asked angrily,

"Do you know how many innocent people will die tragically because of your stupidity tonight? Do you know what this city will become if you let those guys continue to develop?"

However, what responded to him was the cold and almost emotionless tone of the white mask:

"Asylum? Foolishness? I don't understand what you are saying."

"Still pretending to be stupid, if it weren't for you, my sisters and I would definitely be able to capture them all and bring them back to the trial court tonight!"

The nun growled lowly, and the strength in her hand increased again.

"I don't know what you misunderstood, but this is where we disagree. I won't let you take them back to the trial court,"

The nun sneered. As expected, this guy is just a disgusting saint who goes his own way...

A burst of laughter suddenly interrupted the nun's thoughts.

"I see. Do you think I'm ridiculous? Sister Sister, do you think I'm a laughingstock who knows evil and protects evil, and doesn't distinguish between black and white?"

White Mask looked at her with compassion and sympathy in his eyes, as if he were looking at a clown in a circus.

The nun's pupils suddenly contracted.

At this time, the man in front of her was full of flaws. She could either take the opportunity to pierce the opponent's shoulder and deprive him of his ability to move, or she could release the domain and suppress all the opponent's arcane magic. However, the nun's followers raised a huge alarm at this time. The hood seemed to be driving her, urging her to run away immediately.

"Priest, sister, hurry up and stay away from that warehouse!"

Behind the two of them, Sister Candice's hoarse voice suddenly came.

......

At the same time, inside the warehouse, the blasphemers had become a quarrel.

Continuous defeats caused the blasphemers, who were already in despair, to completely collapse. The order originally established for survival finally collapsed.

Some people roared and wanted to fight for the last time, some people covered their heads and huddled in the corner, not wanting to face the monster, and some people even started fighting among themselves.

A desperate blasphemer was kneeling on the ground, painting strange patterns devoutly.

Suddenly, a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes:

"Demon, thank you for your revelation."

"Already, there is nothing to be afraid of."

The blasphemer showed a look of relief. At the same time, at the bottom of the warehouse, the fuse of a box of alchemical bombs had reached its end.

Boom! ! !

Starting from the deepest part of the warehouse, it was just a small black spot and an inconspicuous roar at first, and then, there was a roar that was enough to shake the world.

In the nun's field of vision, a dozen reinforced magic circles were shining brightly, as if they wanted to keep the explosion inside the building, but they all failed. The huge warehouse swelled, and the solid steel structure and skeleton looked like a child. The plasticine in his hand twisted and deformed. In an instant, the solid brick wall twisted and deformed, and the wall skin fell off, exposing the internal steel bars.

But after only a brief stalemate, the fiery torrent broke free and gushes out from it.

Like the wrath of God, like the roar of a dragon, infinite light, infinite fire, the earth falls and the sky collapses!

The scalding heat and torrents soared into the sky, and the endless roar made all the nuns desperately cover their ears to prevent their eardrums from being shattered by the sound waves of the explosion.

Only that figure, with his back to the heart-stopping explosion, the white mask spread out his hands, raised his head and closed his eyes.

The impact and high temperature seemed to be intolerable to him. He raised his arms high, as if he was enjoying it, as if the salute that resounded throughout the world was fired for him.

The iron-masked nun held the battle flag tightly with one hand and covered her ears with the other. She endured the aftermath of the explosion without taking a step back, staring at the man in front of her with subtle eyes.

She was wrong, she was wrong, she finally knew she was wrong.

She made the mistake of empiricism, believing that the Virgin was the one who came out to protect the weaker side during the battle and tried to stop the war.

But this bastard white mask!

He wasn't trying to stop the fight at all, he wasn't in the first place,