quicksilver blood

Chapter 22 Rolling

"Mountain people, you obviously have no faith, why do you pray the name of the elder of Gushan."

Marco had a nasty sneer on his scarred face, just like a judge confronting a sinner with a tough question.

So Kluveen's impression of him changed to a powerful psychopath.

Ignoring that Kluveen didn't mean to answer his words at all, Marco muttered: "Humans believe in gods because of their stupidity and powerlessness. They push all the things they want to do but can't do to the gods, and the gods accomplish it." If it’s done, it’s compassion, if it’s not done, it’s because you didn’t hear it—what a ridiculous idea.”

"People like you don't believe in God, but pray to the real name of the gods—this kind of people are even more disgusting. You covet the power of the gods, expect to be saved but don't want to pay. You are not as good as those deluded people, and you are not worthy of living behind the fire new world."

Kluvien didn't know how to start a conversation at all, he just felt inexplicable at the moment.

But he at least came to one conclusion, that is, the person in front of him was a complete lunatic, unable to communicate at all.

I'm afraid it can only be hard.

At this time, from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the old priest lying on the ground, and quietly touched the knocked-down staff and sword with his left hand, so the confidence in Kluvien's heart was rekindled.

Without hesitation, he put the large shield on the ground, took out a few throwing axes from his waist, and threw them out.

Then he waved his large shield with a blade wheel, and threw it at the bald psychopath who was still chanting.

This attack was very different from the previous ones.

When Kluvern shot with all his strength, there was a faint white light flashing on both the large shield and his body.The shield made a terrible humming sound, chopped the air, and drew an obvious white trace in the air, and then this white trace immediately collapsed instantly due to the law of forbidden light in the lightless scar.

——The power explodes!
That is a secret method only available to the regular armies of various countries.The strength of one to four levels can be increased in the next hit.

It only takes a few minutes for a skilled berserker to flexibly use power burst and two-stage charge to defeat ten enemies.

Knowing all kinds of secret methods is the biggest criterion for distinguishing elite sergeants from ordinary soldiers.

But beyond his imagination, the bald man just sullenly, then took a step forward, and slammed the steel whip vigorously, and Kluvien's shield stopped with a loud bang.

The huge force was even transmitted to Kluveen's hands through the iron chain, and even his shield stopped spinning for a short time.

Just like the same viscous force before, a strange force erupted in Kluveen's belly. This time he couldn't suppress it finally, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

But at this time Claude had already held his weapon——

The attack effect is completely different from that of Kluvern.A ray of golden light pierced through the night briefly like the light of dawn.The distance of about five or six meters had already been crossed the moment Claude held the weapon!
Kluveen knew in his heart that if the light of the power burst was from the outside world, the light could even be seen under the sun, but it was not as suppressed as a firefly in the lightless scar—but at this moment, the light on the old priest's staff and sword But it is even more blazing than the explosion of his power in the outside world!
He couldn't imagine how dazzling the light would be in the outside world, he could only hear the sound of metal crashing in his ears.The golden light collided with the opponent's weapon at a speed that he couldn't react at all, sending out intense sparks.

Judging by the sound, there were four to six attacks per second, which lasted for six or seven seconds.Then the old priest immediately retreated to Kluvern with a speed completely out of proportion to his age.

Is this the power of the silver rank...

"Back off!"

The old priest called out to him, and Kluvien subconsciously took a few big steps back.

It was only then that Kluvien realized that when the old priest and the opponent's weapons intertwined, the light on the sword drew a wheel-like pattern in the air.

With a bang, huge golden sparks burst from the spot.Kluvern felt the heat wave even seven or eight meters away, and his skin quickly locked due to the high temperature.

But at this moment, Claude's face turned pale.His knees softened and he almost fell to his knees.

Kluvien's face suddenly changed.

He could almost hear the faint blast coming from Claude's belly.

"As expected of Bishop Claude, I know that I can interrupt the magic spell once I get hit, so I only use movements to cast spells..."

Before he could ask about Claude's situation, a flat voice sounded from outside the sight of the two.

Then, right in front of his eyes, a scorched black footprint appeared out of nowhere on the grass, and Marco appeared in front of the two of them in an instant.

As if a death sentence was pronounced, he raised his steel whip high and was about to drop it.

Claude grabbed Kluvern without hesitation and jumped to the side, but he no longer dared to fight with Marco's weapon.

Just when Marco wanted to continue the pursuit, a dark object fell from the sky towards the middle of the three.People on both sides stepped aside vigilantly, but they distanced themselves.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a human head.

"Pars!"

Marco's face changed, he looked up and looked around, and then, as if locking on to something, he suddenly cast his eyes in a certain direction, his face became more serious than ever before.

"Claude, are you okay?"

Sure enough, a refined voice came from that direction.

Claude froze for a moment, then grinned back: "I can't die anyway."

"A few of us came here first, and the main force is behind," a cold female voice said, "Thanks to you holding Marco back, it's a pity that the Windtalker has escaped with most of the people, and we have wiped out the rest .”

"It's a good thing you came in time, otherwise my old bones would be broken here." Claude squinted and smiled, and even put away the sword and stick, "What's the next step?"

"We got the news that the Windtalker is going to base 19," a voice almost as old as Claude said, "Your task has been completed well, leave the rest to us. Marco Deadwood must know Where is base 19?"

Marco gritted his teeth, glared at Claude and the two, and the whole person turned into a dark flame and disappeared on the spot.

"Chase! He's gone north!"

A high-pitched male voice shouted loudly, and then there was no more sound.

Are reinforcements coming?Kluvern breathed a sigh of relief, but he saw Claude looking in that direction with sharper eyes.

...Isn't it reinforcements? What does this mean?
This is, the sound of footsteps coming from that direction.Kluvien cast his gaze over, but instead of seeing the reinforcements coming, he saw a somewhat familiar black robe.

"what?"

He looked back at Claude in astonishment, only to find that the old priest's expression relaxed instead.

"It's little Roland..."

Claude narrowed his eyes again, and then smiled a little: "Good acting."

"Where," came a slightly hoarse and pleasant voice, Roland took off his hood and showed a bright smile, "Your old acting skills are also good."

"Where are the reinforcements?"

Kluvern asked in surprise, and then he seemed to understand something, and suddenly looked back at Roland: "...No reinforcements?"

Roland smiled slightly.

"Yes, there are no reinforcements." What came out of Roland's mouth was the old voice just now, and then changed into that cold female voice: "Only me."

Kluvien opened his mouth and couldn't utter a word.

(End of this chapter)