Resurrection: I am invincible after being ridiculed

Chapter 215 The Centurion

Chapter 274 The Centurion

The church members flapped their wings and suspended in mid-air, laughing wildly: "Just relying on these weak and evil creatures, do you want to hurt me?"

"Bright Judgment!"

A piece of golden light descended, and under the sacred golden light, the four skeleton soldiers failed to escape and were burned directly under the golden light.

Xiang Xiaoyun put away his envy, and said with contempt: "These skeleton soldiers are too weak, aren't they? I'm still the best!"

Duan Tiandong smiled and didn't give any explanation. Originally, the skills taught are the nemesis of evil creatures, so it can't be said that the second-level skeleton soldiers are weak.

He sneered at the congregation, but he just wiped out the second-level miscellaneous soldiers, so he didn't know what the bird man was proud of?
"Judgment of light!" The congregation didn't seem to notice that their companion had already hung up on the wall, and was still immersed in the pleasure of killing the second-level skeleton soldier.

As soon as he used the Judgment of Light on the skeleton soldiers on the ground, the congregation suddenly felt chills on their backs, and a black shadow condensed into an undead messenger in a tattered black robe.

The congregation turned their heads instinctively, and found that the messenger of the undead had swung its huge sickle, and the sickle passed across the back of the congregation's neck.

From Duan Tiandong's point of view, the congregation's physical body was intact, and the sickle did not harm his physical body.

A huge black sickle slid across the back of the neck, and a transparent figure was drawn out of the flesh directly under the sickle.

This is the soul of the congregation!
The messenger of the undead waited for an opportunity, and with a scythe, the souls of the congregants were forcibly stripped from their bodies, and then the black mist of the sickle wrapped around the transparent souls, devouring the souls of the congregants.

The body that lost its soul fell directly from mid-air, and its head was broken.

Seeing the attack of the undead messenger, Xiang Xiaoyun's scalp felt numb for a while. Duan Tiandong has summoned some evil creature, and the killing method is so evil!

Duan Tiandong smiled indifferently, he never knew how to be soft when dealing with enemies, otherwise he would be the one who died.

"Oh, I forgot!" Duan Tiandong patted his head hard, he only remembered after the death of the three congregants that he should absorb the blood in their bodies!
In this way, at least the percentage of his semi-holy blood can be replenished. I don't know if the blood in the body of the congregation who was seduced and fell to death can still absorb it?
"Let me purify this evil creature!" A majestic voice came from all directions.

The thoughtful Duan Tiandong was startled, a ray of golden light descended from the sky, after the golden light flashed, there was a scream, and the messenger of the undead had been split into two.

The ground beneath it is a European-style broadsword that exudes golden light.

It was this cross broadsword that fell from the sky, split the messenger of the dead in two with one blow, and black smoke began to dissipate from the messenger of the dead.

The two skeleton soldiers summoned by it on the ground were like burning paper figures, burning and shattering.

"Don't be afraid!"

Duan Tiandong stretched out his arm to Xiang Xiaoyun behind him, asking her to step back. The sound of metal collision came from the dim light, and several passers-by who were not afraid of death hid in the corner and peeked.

The sound of metal hitting became louder, and a tall figure in armor stepped out under the light.

He walked up to the golden broadsword, pulled out the broadsword with a clang, and carried the broadsword on his body: "There are three summoners with 4th-level strength, no wonder the last batch of congregants are not your opponents!"

Church members wearing bright armor couldn't tell Duan Tiandong's strength, because Duan Tiandong looked like an ordinary person when he didn't use his strength.

After Xiang Xiaoyun left, Duan Tiandong said indifferently: "Are you one of the church's twelve apologists?"

The armor of the members of the church is reflective and dazzling, and the helmets on their heads are similar to knight helmets, so it is impossible to tell the person's appearance at all.

However, the powerful fifth-level aura is fully exposed, like the bright stars in the night sky, which is extremely eye-catching.

"It seems that you know a lot of secrets of the church, but I am not any of the twelve messengers, but the centurion who leads the congregation. You can understand it as the little leader of the congregation."

The centurion explained patiently, because in his opinion, the dwarf artillery and the lava man are only of level 4 strength and pose no threat to him.

Duan Tiandong frowned. He learned from the congregation some time ago that there were twelve apostles on top of the congregation. He speculated that those twelve people should be between the 4th and 5th ranks.

He didn't expect the centurion in front of him to have reached level 5. It seems that he seriously underestimated the strength of the church.

As for Xiang Xiaoyun, he had no idea what the two of them were talking about.

"There are enemies coming from afar... beat them up!" Duan Tiandong suddenly roared loudly.

The dwarf artilleryman drank a cigar that seemed to never be extinguished, and with a whoop, the long-barreled cannon on his shoulder flew out one after another.

The lava man also waved his arms and threw out balls of magma. The hot magma caused the space to fluctuate violently.

When the attacks of the two summoned creatures were about to come in front of him, the centurion snorted softly, and firmly held the hilt of the broadsword with both hands, with the point of the sword facing the ground.

The centurion thrust his broadsword into the ground with great force, and shouted, "Holy Guardian!"

A golden circular barrier surrounded the centurion, and the dwarven artillery's missile attack and the lava man's magma attack were all blocked by this holy protection.

Whoosh whoosh!
The dwarf artillery fired several red incendiary bombs, and the golden barrier was surrounded by raging fire, and several silver armor-piercing bullets directly shook the defense of the holy guardian.

Cracks appeared in the golden enchantment!
Duan Tiandong's face brightened, he didn't expect that although the dwarven artillery had the strength of Tier 4, the armor-piercing bullets just now were quite good, and they were specialized in conquering defenses and barriers.

The lava man took advantage of the victory to pursue and opened his mouth made of lava, protruding out a stream of extremely hot magma, which poured directly on the golden barrier.

"Cross Slash!"

The centurion's roar came from the enchantment protected by the Holy Spirit, and a white light appeared in the word 'cross', penetrating the dwarf artillery in the distance in the blink of an eye.

This skill was extremely fast, and when Lian Duan Tiandong reacted, several big trees behind the dwarf artillery had fallen down.

After taking the last puff of the cigar, blood spurted out from the dwarf artilleryman's body, and his body was divided into four large pieces from the middle.

"Evil spirit, let me follow God's will and cleanse these filth!"

The centurion revoked the protection of the holy god and used his broadsword to resist the lava man's magma attack. Suddenly he stepped on his foot, and there was a ripple in the space, causing the magma to stagnate for a short time.

"Cross Slash!"

The centurion roared angrily, Duan Tiandong finally saw clearly how the opponent activated his skills.

The centurion held the broadsword tightly in both hands, and quickly drew a sword in front of him, forming a white light in the shape of a 'one'.

Then he pointed the tip of the sword on the ground and raised it towards the sky, just as a vertical '丨' superimposed on that horizontal one, forming a cross cut.

With a sudden swing of the broadsword, the cross cut was about to fall on the lava man in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)