Dark could hear his heavy breathing. The helpless feeling of despair was like the demon's huge claws, grabbing the whole body.

Monster, monster, can you even ignore shock waves?

For the first time, he hated himself so much that he was powerless and completely powerless!

He watched the little zombie slash Barrell and Mosen, and finally rushed towards Isabella who was standing at the end.

Sorry, I can't save you. The only place I can move on my body is my eyelids.

Dark closed his eyes, heavy darkness covering his eyes.

Isabella's prayer sounded: "O most holy and powerful light, you have awakened my soul and guided me to the path of righteousness for your own name. Even though I have walked through the valley of death, I will not be afraid, for the light is with me. Light is supreme."

Fool, is chanting scriptures useful at this time?

The woman's shrill scream sounded for the second time, and Dark felt that his eardrum was about to be shaken. The changeable high profile made him almost dare not open his eyes to see Isabella's miserable appearance.

But, this sound seems to be a small zombie?

Dark opened his eyes suddenly!

Isabella's whole body was shining with silver light, holding a long-handed, double-edged straight head in her left hand - a pitchfork? What the hell is this? The two pointed heads of the pitchfork are protruding from behind the small zombie.

The small zombie was picked up by Isabella in the air, and her body twitched from time to time, like a live fish skewed on a branch waiting to be placed on the grill.

Isabella did not delay, shook her left wrist, threw the pitchfork out of her hand, nailing the small zombie to the wall. Then she ran to the next to the three of them and waved her hand: "Purify!"

The gentle white holy light penetrated the ceiling and sprinkled on the three people, and the black shackles that bound the three people melted instantly.

The painful mouth Shin-kun was sent from the three people almost at the same time.

The black shackles were too fierce, and even the right to cry out for pain was deprived. Now they were dispelled, and the strong pain made the three of them scream.

Isabella quickly checked the injuries of the three people and first checked Mosen, who was closest to her: "Mana backlash, cardiopulmonary function severely hurt!"

Then came Dark: "The stomach was bleeding, and a small intestine was broken!"

Finally, it was Barrell: "The shoulder bone and sternum are broken, the right lung is pierced, and breathing is difficult!"

Finally, there is a summary of what he said to himself: "Three people were severely injured, and died in a near death state."

When the three of them heard the death sentence, their faces turned pale and they scolded her ten thousand times in their hearts.

Isabella raised her right hand high: "The Radiance of the Holy Church!"

A huge light green magic circle appeared under the feet of the three of them. Countless complex magic circuits were dazzling. Warm energy wandered between the limbs and bones, and the abundant life energy allowed the damaged body to recover quickly.

The three of them watched in shock as their broken body was quickly repaired, so shocked that they could not speak.

"Okay, three, stand up quickly! It's okay."

Dark got up and groped up and down, and said in surprise: "That's good? Damn this good?"

Isabella looked calm and said, "What's this? I've cured even more serious injuries. I've participated in the Holy Guard War and served as a clerk in the army, those Alabo people--"

Mosen interrupted her loudly: "This spell just now is not level five, at least level four, right? Even if there is an angel blessing bonus, it is impossible to have no singing, right? What level are you?"

Isabella looked innocent: "Level 2 Holy Pastor. Perhaps it is because of my special devotion, God of Light will give me face."

Barrell could no longer say anything, so he had to raise his hand and point: "That thing - that little girl's zombie..." He couldn't say anything later, because the zombie had been nailed to the wall and was burned by the Holy Flame to a black outline.

As his eyes were gaze, the spear turned into a flashing silver dot of light and disappeared.

Isabella looked disdainful: "Just a lower-level demon, she has been tried, don't worry about her."

Dake said dazedly: "Your pitchfork is so awesome."

Isabella was furious: "Your pitchfork! This is the holy gun Longinus! It was the spear that the Holy Son of Light voluntarily accepted the punishment of physical puncture in order to save the sins of the world! He dared not respect God and would not heal you!"

Dark quickly laughed: "Okay, Pastor Isabella, you have endless magic powers to save all living beings--uh, it seems that something strange has been infiltrated, this is not important--I am a little scholar, and I have no culture. I only know the suffering of the Holy Son, I don't know what chickens and guns look like. When I have time, I will tell me carefully. Isn't this a holy virtue to sprinkle the spring breeze of holy light in the desert mind of a believer? "As he said, his face turned solemn: "Okay, let's not talk about this now, what is that lower-level demon?"

Isabella was so funny that she laughed and quickly raised her face: "I have never seen this thing, but her ability is very close to a lower-level demon called "Banshees". Physical attacks are immune, fast moving speed, high lethality, and can use "mana shock" to destroy spell casting and cause magic backlash."

Dark nodded: "So my attack will bounce back, so Mosen casts a spell and knocks himself down - in that case, can this guy kill a squad alone?"

Isabella shook her head: "The team that truly cooperates with tacit understanding will not be defeated by such low-level demons. Even without a priest, the elemental damage created by enchanting weapons can still be killed. If there are clergymen in the team, it will be easy to kill her in seconds."

Barrell couldn't help but interrupt and said, "That is to say, as long as she doesn't attack suddenly, I can kill it with the Demon-Breaking Arrow?"

Isabella nodded: "Anyone can. Just," she looked worried, "If she wasn't born naturally, that is, humans can create demons through alchemy?"

Dark and Barrell shivered together.

Mosen shouted, "How many minutes will it be?"

The three of them were startled, relaxed after the fierce battle, and forgot the deadly twenty-minute limit! Barrell shouted: "It's probably seven minutes left! Is it too late?"

Mosen burst into cold sweat and jumped onto the reactor console in a flash: "I'm going to start repairing the magic energy circuit, you guys can resist!"

"Is it too late?"

"Give me six and a half minutes, six and a half minutes!"

A large group of living zombies roared in the corridor outside the door.

Dake's eyes were full of brilliance: "Come on, I must avenge the revenge I just now!"

Isabella pulled him: "Don't rush! The shrine of the Holy Temple can only be used once a day! If the body has been treated once, it will not be 'nearly dying' when it encounters fatal injuries, but will be 'dead'! Do you understand that it is 'dead'?"

"I understand!" The three of them responded in unison. As soon as they finished speaking, Dark picked up the prison eye Morning Star and smiled grimly: "Brothers, send these bastards to see the God of Light!"

"Call me!"

Barrell picked up the heavy crossbow and rushed out the door.
Chapter completed!