Kelsen turned his head and felt like time had stopped for an instant. In the rubble flying all over the sky, those eyes like molten gold were just like the judge who controlled the power of the gods that night when he stepped into the supernatural.
Kelsen tried his best to cross his hands in front of his chest, and then the surging force knocked him away. He hit the stone wall behind and slid down, creating a large spiderweb-like crack. A round hole had been penetrated in the center of the crossed arms. Kelsen raised his head in surprise and found that Nadia, standing among the rubble, had only stretched out a finger.
There is also a gap between the trial instructors!
Nadia withdrew her hand and looked at Father Peter, who was lying on the ground not knowing whether he was alive or dead. Her hand had already touched the hilt of the sword at her waist.
escape! There was only one thought in Kelsen's mind. Whether to last a second blow or not is no longer within his scope of consideration. If he stays for a moment longer, he will be dead.
Kelsen raised his fist and turned around to hit the cracked wall behind him. With the blessing of Buyer's Furnace and mutated flesh, he smashed the wall and rushed into the cafe. Nadiya also drew her long sword at this moment, and when she was about to swing the sword to slash, she saw the customers in the cafe retreating in fear.
She gritted her teeth and threw a gold dogon to the boss: "Take care of this priest!"
After saying that, he kicked the ground fiercely and rushed out with gusts of wind pressure.
Kelsen fled quickly. This was not the first time he was chased in this complicated alleyway, but the intensity was not comparable. This saint made him understand the gulf-like gap between the fifth-ring transcendent and the second-ring transcendent. He must find a way to get rid of the pursuit.
Fortunately, everything is according to plan.
The sound of heavy footsteps behind him gradually approached, and the clanking of the knight's armor was like a death knell. Wearing heavy armor, he was almost catching up with him. Although cold sweat was dripping from his forehead, Kelsen had a crazy smile inspired by fear and excitement at the corner of his mouth.
Ahaha, if I were caught up, uncle, I would really die.
While going downhill, Kelsen jumped high and quickly threw three bone spurs in his hand. The first two bone spurs were chopped off by Nadiya with her sword and burned into ashes by the holy fire, which did not slow her down at all.
Before the third one was broken, it exploded in mid-air, and dark green bone fragments flew everywhere. Nadia had to lower herself down and use her armor to resist these poisonous things. In this half-second pause, Kelsen immediately rolled down the slope and ran into another alley.
Thinking of the priest lying in the cold alley, and his colleagues who were tortured to death in the sewers. Nadia, I'm angry!
The Blazing Sky Wings unfolded behind her, and her whole body soared into the sky relying on the ion reaction. At this moment, she was like a punishment angel descended into the world.
"Heretic! Do you think you can escape!?"
Kelsen had already escaped into the complicated path, but suddenly he felt a bright light behind him and a wave of heat coming over him. Turning his head, the four-winged Seraph was already behind him, holding a shining holy sword in his arms and legs, chasing him straight towards him.
You told me that this horse riding is the fifth ring? How can the Five Rings be so strong?
Just as she was thinking about it, the attack had already come down. Although Nadiya was out of anger, she still had basic sense. All that fell were lightning strikes, and the Holy Flame, which the Holy Fire Judge was best at, was not used. Despite this, Kelsen was still beaten and was quickly cornered.
Nadia fell to the ground like fire from the sky, blowing away the dust around her. She approached Kelson with her sword in hand, and her voice was as cold as an ice cellar: "Where is that demon?"
"I know a lot of demons, which one are you talking about?" Kelsen spread his hands with a chuckle. Even though he was in such a crisis, he still remained elegant: "There are demons everywhere in this world, such as the one who allowed The bishop in downtown who trades in blasphemy is the biggest devil I know."
"Shut up! How dare you slander the holy bishop!" Nadia yelled. She wanted to kill this evil heretic with a sword, but when she first came to the lower city and saw the facts clearly, she hesitated for a moment: " There must be other greedy people in the church."
It was the mistake in this sentence that caused Nadia to lose the easiest opportunity in her life to kill Kelson.
"The summoning ceremony is almost completed." Kelsen muttered to himself.
Nadiya heard it at the tip of her ears, she frowned at first, then secretly thought it was not good, and immediately swung her sword to strike. The sword wind swept across like the blazing sun, and the refractory masonry was cut in half, and the stone at the cut surface had turned into molten material.
But such an unstoppable slash was held by a big gray-black hand. The flaming sword that could melt steel and stone seemed like nothing in his hand, and even the part he held began to cool down.
Nadia's eyes widened in disbelief. The next moment, a huge force came, as if she had stabbed Kelson out with one finger. The opponent also punched him out of the alleyway, relying on the blazing wings behind her. She just barely managed to steady herself.
"My Lord, Malachi is late." The tall Malachi knelt down on one knee towards Kelson: "I hope my Lord will forgive me."
Kelsen waved his hand. The Soul Demon Yun that Malachi was summoned for the first time was paid for by the Lords of the Soul Tomb. If he wanted to summon it, in addition to finding a powerful enough soul core to summon it permanently, he would have to use a large number of spiritual transformations and rituals to temporarily summon it.
And the spiritual transformation he spent this time almost used up all the high-quality spiritual transformation he could currently use in his dark hands.
"Just right, hold her until your summoning time is over." After Kelsen ordered, he turned and left.
Seeing Kelsen leaving like this, Nadia was furious, and even the Blazing Sky Wings behind her soared into the sky. She rushed towards Kelson as fast as a little sun.
But what the scorching sun encountered was a black hole that had completely collapsed and been destroyed.
Malachi half-knelt to watch Kelson leave, then slowly stood up. His body was like dark steel, and it was impossible to think of anything that could destroy it. He turned around, there was no necromancy technique, and he didn't use the necrotic magic to play any tricks.
Just one punch.
Nadiya felt like she was hit head-on by the Behemoth, no, it was even worse, it was swift and precise, like a battering ram that could hit vital points accurately.
Looking at Nadia who flew backwards and knocked down a house, Malachi just stood quietly, his expression unclear in the shadow under the hood. Kelsen said that if he wanted to hold this human here until the end of his summoning time, he would only execute the order without any deviation.
In the ruins, an arm pushed away the stone slab, and then the blazing flames like a volcanic eruption pushed away the surrounding rubble. Nadiya rose up from it, and the red wings on her back began to flash with electricity, gradually turning the wings into blue, purple and red energy.
Nadiya spat out the blood from her mouth, assumed a serious posture, and continued to accumulate blazing holy energy:
"You don't have the strength to hit anyone. Didn't your spirit slough feed you when you were summoned by the necromancer?"
Malachi did not respond to Nadia's provocation. He lay there like a mountain, executing Kelson's orders without any deviation. But when it came to Kelsen, he still rarely spoke:
"Everything given by the Lord is a blessing."
"Compared to an undead creature, you look like an emperor's loyal guard." The long sword in Nadia's hand was already like a blazing light.
Malachi was silent for a while, but still cherished his words like gold: "The faithful often perish."
The next moment, a powerful collision razed the nearby houses to the ground.
