quicksilver blood

Chapter 21 Rolling

Kluvien panted heavily, with traces of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, staring at the red-robed man in front of him.

Behind him is Macon who was burned by negative energy flames.And not far from him is the old Claude with a broken arm.

The exposed skin of his old friend has been slightly burnt. Even the most outstanding stalker will be killed immediately if he suffers this blow. Fortunately, Macon is proficient in armor combat and is protected by wearing two layers of sophisticated protective gear. Risk to save a life.

But even so, his chain mail had already exploded, and the remaining part was charred black, and a layer of charcoal could be seen on the surface of the hard leather armor inside.

Even Macon, who had been terribly hard all along, was dying now.

Kluveen could hear that Macken's breathing was starting to get weaker and weaker.

... If he can't find a priest to heal his wounds within half an hour, that guy will probably die here.

Thinking of this, Kluvien spat heavily on the ground.

The old priest's sneak attack failed just now, and he was whipped on his right arm with a backhand like lightning. His staff and sword were directly knocked down, and Kluvien could even hear the crackling sound of fractures.

Even the guardian could not bear the severe pain. Blood was dripping on his forearm, and part of the wound was carbonized.

Then he saw the bald head turning back with an indifferent expression, taking one step forward and whipping Father Claude's head with a steel whip as thick as a baby's thigh.

Kluvien skillfully threw his shield to block his first attack, but he obviously underestimated the guy's strength.

Generally speaking, a weapon like a whip is known for its flexibility and lightness. When it hits a human wound, it usually cuts or lacerates. If it is blocked by a shield, it is nothing.

But the moment his shield touched the steel whip, the strength changed Kluveen's expression.

He swears, that is definitely not the strength that a whip can have, even if it is a fine steel whip, it is impossible to be so heavy.

It's not so much a steel whip as it is an eighty-nine-section steel rod - Kluvien finally realized this when he thought of the injury on the old priest's arm before.

Then he immediately realized that until now, he only knew that the visitor was not good, but he didn't even know the opponent's purpose, occupation and affiliation.The only message is Father Claude's "God Forsaken".

Although Kruveen is a mountain man, it has been seven or eight years since he arrived in Kalar.Before joining the army, his main job was to act as an intermediary for some girls who intend to or unintentionally engage in special occupations in the city of wealth in Karal, and introduce them to some celebrities in the city of wealth by the way—even two streets are Under his Kluvien name.

Before he got to know Macon, his subordinates had quite a few ears, but he had never heard the word "God Forsaken" in those three years.

An ominous premonition hung over him.

If I guessed correctly, I am afraid that this trip is not simply to go to Karal to save my brother or something - probably, this is a game between the orthodox believers of the Goddess of War and the heretics.

"...Loda Khan is on top."

Kluveen murmured the name of the God of Hunting and Countryside, hoping that the name of the Elder of Lonely Mountain would bless him to some extent.

Not surprisingly, he probably got involved in some big trouble.

But before that, he had to save Macon's life first.If you want to keep Macon's life, Claude can't die.

Making up his mind, Kluvien slowly stepped forward, trying to protect the old priest, at least let him pick up the weapon.Kluvien stared closely at Marco's movements, cold sweat slowly streaming down his forehead.

Just as he was about to get close to the bald man in the red robe, the man suddenly sighed, which made Kluvien suddenly lift his heart.

Even in the army, he has never been under such great pressure when facing a golden-ranked legion commander.

From the first moment he saw the man, he recognized that the guy was definitely not easy to deal with.A crushing aura lingered around him.

Kluveen remembered the wild boar king he saw when he was naughty when he was a child and slipped to the back mountain to play alone.

Just one glance made Kluvien freeze in place, not daring to move.In the hallucination, there seemed to be a huge wild boar as high as a mountain. Kluween, who was rescued by the adults, couldn't sleep well for a month. Every time he fell asleep, he had a nightmare of being trampled to death by a wild boar as big as a mountain.

Although this bald man doesn't have the rock-solid aura that makes people breathe and stagnate like the wild boar, he has another kind of scorching aura with him.

Like coals in a stove, or a red-hot soldering iron or something.Although the temperature on his body was indeed the same as that of ordinary people, he just didn't dare to hit him hard, as if he knew that he would be burned if he hit it, and he didn't dare to approach or touch it.

The fight has continued until now. The old priest's weapon has been knocked off, his dominant hand has been broken, and Macon is dying. The only one who can still fight is himself.

On the other hand?Except for the sword that Old Claude stabbed at the beginning and Macken's kidney shot, he did not cause any effective injuries to the opponent, and after that burst of flames erupted, the surface of his wounds healed temporarily, at least Does not affect the level of combat for a short time.

Kluvien didn't dare to move rashly.As a security profession, he is more inclined to attack later.

Now the distance to the enemy is within ten meters.Although I don't know what the enemy's occupation is, but at present, it is a melee occupation.

Although the opponent is at the silver level, and he is only in the middle of the bronze rank, after all, Kluvien specializes in defense. As long as the opponent's profession is not a shadow warrior, he is confident that he can block the opponent's first attack.

Constantly analyzing the gap in combat power with the opponent, the answer becomes more and more desperate.

On his own alone, the possibility of winning a head-on conflict is no more than [-]%.

Macon's increasingly messy breathing behind him kept ringing alarm bells for Kruveen.Even though she knew she had to stay calm, she and he gradually became anxious.

Holding up his shield and hesitating to wait for the opponent to strike first or to throw an ax himself to open the situation, Kluween suddenly heard a plain word in his ear: "Are you a follower of Roda Khan?"

--when!
Kluvien's hairs all over his body suddenly exploded.At the edge of his vision, a dark red arc flashed.He only had time to move the shield in that direction before he was pushed back two or three meters by the huge force of the bang.

Even more terrifying than the power of a training battering ram - the force seemed to stick to his shield. After Kluvien stopped retreating, it suddenly exploded in his chest and abdomen, and a mouthful of blood poured out. to the throat.

Even knowing that the internal injuries would be worse after swallowing the blood at this moment, Kluveen could only force himself to be eunuched.Kluveen, who was already unstable with just one attack, was ready for additional attacks.But the result was beyond his imagination, the other party stood in front of him, looking at him calmly.

"Are you not a believer..."

he murmured.

But at this moment, Kruveen only thought that the man was a lunatic.

He laughed angrily: "How do you know I'm not a believer?"

The bald man with the scar on his face turned his head indifferently, his eyes were as cold as looking at an animal: "If you are a believer, the force of that whip is enough to blow a hole in your stomach."

Suddenly, cold sweat came down Kluvien's face.

He had no doubts about the other party's words—judging from his own injuries, as long as the bald man caught up with him and whipped him again, Kluvien's internal organs would explode.

So, is it a weapon against priests...

The limited information was slowly assembled in Kluveen's mind.

The combination creates a despairing power gap.

(End of this chapter)