Kelsen advanced instead of retreating, and rushed forward with the sacred demonic essence on his head. The eroded demonic essence on his five fingers condensed into sharp claws, and he slashed towards the opponent.
The eroded claws were protected by the upward shield, making a squeaking and rubbing sound like real claws. The other enemy was well prepared for the failure of the sacred magic essence. The alchemical two-handed sword in his hand became blazing under the power of the holy fire, and the hot-melting blade struck Kelsen fiercely. Come.
Dick also pushed forward at this moment, and the blazing red sword slashed across his body, as if cutting into a piece of void mud. Four or five screams of his soul-capturing screams came from his body, and even melted The cutting edge dimmed briefly.
At this time, Kelsen next to him had prepared his soul spear to blast out. Even if the enemy holding the shield immediately reacted and took cover, the soul shock wave at such a close distance still separated the four of them.
After this quick exchange, Kelsen had time to look at the other party. As expected, they were two white-robed trainee judges.
One of the judges looked at the two men with disgust, and the melting blade in his hand became bright again due to his anger: "Evil heretic, do you think you can escape the judgment of the Holy God? The Holy Flame will burn you. For ashes.”
Kelson pointed at the furious inquisitor, turned to Dick and said: "Paranoid and arrogant, the next symptoms will be hysterical madness, which will eventually lead to doomed destruction."
"Second." Dick nodded rigorously.
The arrogant words of the two people obviously angered the fanatical religious elements. The inquisitor holding the melting blade shouted and slashed at Kelson, while the inquisitor holding the shield behind him took out his flail and stared at him eagerly. With Dick.
As a transcendent who has just been promoted to the second ring, Kelsen still lacks means to be honest. Facing the elite hunters of the cult, his physical enhancement methods can only prevent him from quickly falling into a disadvantage, but there are not many corresponding attack methods.
If he were to change places, Kelsen might only be suppressed by the opponent's mental resistance and physical strength, and he could only have a chance to make a comeback by using the fragments of Deathfall. Unfortunately, this place was not fair to the Inquisitors. The flesh and blood and red mist everywhere put them in a heavy-duty battle situation.
Moreover, for necromancers who are good at flesh and blood spells, those mutated flesh and blood are simply natural high-level spell-casting materials.
Flesh Twisting was originally a spell that Kelsen could cast without chanting. Now in this environment, he even eliminates the need to take out the casting materials. Kelsen just stepped forward with his toes, and the staggered spikes of flesh and blood stabbed at the Inquisitor one after another.
The Inquisitor swung his sword and slashed horizontally, cutting off the spikes of flesh and blood, while the huge tentacles whizzing past his head stood out majesticly from the hidden blood mist, and flew away the Inquisitor who could not sheath his sword in time.
The other Inquisitor was no match for Dick. He was supposed to be protecting his teammates, but he stood there blankly, cursing the demon's path, and his gray pupils showed that his vision had been taken away.
Thick tentacles emerged from Kelsen's back and struck hard at the unsteady judge in front of him. The judge was also preparing to fight for his life. The red flame cloak fell on his shoulders, and he immediately got rid of his imbalance. State, turn around and rush towards the tentacle.
The two-handed sword that turned bright red due to the high temperature neatly cut off the tentacle composed of countless pale arms, and the sour blood that burst out of it was evaporated by the high temperature as it approached the Inquisitor's body.
This is the skill of the religious order - [Power].
What is developed from power is a magical technique that belongs to every non-religious believer. At this moment, the Holy Fire Judge is using a magical technique called the Holy Cloth of Burning Fire. Enhanced strength and speed, abnormal immunity, and holy flame protection! It is simply an all-powerful magic!
The Inquisitor on the other side also put on the Holy Cloth of Burning Fire, and immediately got rid of the shackles of the blindness spell. The two men immediately regained their strength and began to attack Kelsen and Dick in coordination.
It's a pity, but that's it.
Just as the Inquisitor holding the giant melting sword was about to charge forward, Kelson snapped his fingers, and blood mixed with pus poured down from his head, drowning him.
The high temperature of the holy clothes evaporated all the corrosive and viscous plasma, but did not let it pour on his body. But a more deadly problem came. The huge amount of plasma produced by evaporation turned into a blood mist that could cause mutations in human flesh and blood, and the inquisitor was shrouded in it.
This immediately raised the mutation threshold rapidly, and the sacred demonic essence in his body was quickly homogenized by the evil demonic essence, and he soon could no longer maintain the use of the Burning Fire Saint Cloth.
Looking at the inquisitor who was coughing and losing strength, Kelsen showed no mercy at all and summoned sharp spikes of flesh and blood to pierce his limbs. Then the black bone in his right palm emerged, drawing a black arc and taking away the two lives.
As the Inquisitor who had been granted a peaceful death fell, Kelsen also put away the fragments of Deathfall in his palm. It has nothing to do with their stance, it's just a matter of life and death. There is no possibility of peace between the necromancers and the Holy Cult believers. They can only live and die, each relying on his own ability and not being able to blame the others.
Kelsen pulled out the dagger from his waist and quickly dug out an accessory heart from the corpse. This thing could be quickly transformed into an anti-sacred organ after being cultivated by the parasite of the outer god's dependent.
Turning his head to look at Dick, although he was not slow, he almost toyed with the Inquisitor to death. This devil always looks gentle and gentle on weekdays, but when he encounters an enemy that is contrary to his interests, his cruel character is exposed as expected.
Looking at the inquisitor who was covered in blood and dying, Kelson walked over and held down Dick's hand that was waving the prison whip:
"This soul is your New Year's gift to me."
"This is natural, dear Lord Kelson." Although Dick was a little regretful that this desperate soul was not captured by him, after all, he had consumed five guilty souls when he blocked the attack when they first encountered it. : "Fortunately, I only need one New Year gift."
Rather than letting Dick harvest these fledgling trainee inquisitors, let him harvest the souls of those old inquisitors who slaughtered those who went against their beliefs regardless of likes and dislikes. Kelsen thought this, and the dagger in his hand had already pierced the inquisitor's back.
At the moment of the stabbing, the body of the already dying judge suddenly straightened up, roaring wildly, raising the shield in his hand and stabbing it into the ground. The Holy Cloth of Burning Fire once again covered his body, and this time he apparently exhausted all his demonic energy and even injected his own life source.
The inquisitor and his shield burned fiercely. The extremely high temperature and his continuous slamming of the floor caused the entire flesh and blood floor to disintegrate.
Before Kelsen had time to react, he fell downwards with Dick and the inquisitor who had lost his breath. The mixture of gravel and flesh collapsed, and the darkness swallowed up Kelsen. In desperation, he released the necrotic energy in his body, forming a protective skin.
Relying on this layer of protection, even though he fell to pieces, Kelsen did not suffer any huge damage. He struggled to crawl out of the gravel mixed with mutated flesh and blood, but saw the man who had already stood up and squatted. Dick made the sign of silence.
At this moment, Kelsen heard the faint sound of a fierce fight. The blood mist that filled the sewer obviously had the effect of blocking the sound, which showed that the battle was extremely fierce and it was very close.
Kelsen made a forward gesture. If he could enter the battlefield at the right time, maybe the fisherman could catch the clams and cranes together.
