After about half a minute, Emlin had not left the area yet, and the abnormal winds approached from behind again.

Then, he saw Utaravsky, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, his heartbeat almost stopped.

Now, in his opinion, the situation has reached the most dangerous time he can imagine - Utlavsky was defeated in the battle with the Deacon of the Night Church, and Emlin is about to be attacked by two sequences 5 at the same time.

"You probably haven't reported anything to me yet," he said.

He wiped the sweat from his head, and the sweat quickly evaporated. He felt that he was gradually turning into dried sea fish dried on the beach. This seal of the "Singer" path would not praise the sun wildly, nor would it try to put it wildly

The things around and users become believers of the sun, which is very safe. Its positive effect is to create a sunny environment full of purifying power, and the negative effect is to give heat and strong light regardless of the enemy, so that everyone in the range can

They consume water quickly without distinction, as if they were walking into the desert at noon.

Then, a tall figure slowly appeared in place.

Behind them, the slaughter retreated to the safe area in sweat. The breath of lightning reminded him of their Archbishop, but it seemed that such a power was even stronger than the Archbishop!

Fortunately, the lightning storm did not appear for too long, and disappeared completely in just ten seconds. Only scorch marks on the ground and scattered wooden blocks could prove what had just happened.

"Which saint is taking action..."

Emlin whispered in a slight collapse, and he ran forward with Utlavsky, the Giant Bishop closing his eyes.

The two of them looked at each other: "Do you want to chase after me?"

At the same time, the dawn storm gradually dissipated, and a shadow floated out first.

"Damn it, I won't really be done with this annoying old man, right?" Emlin's collapse accelerated, but he was just talking, and lifting the other party up in his hand, "I

I thought I could at least lie in a coffin with my treasure collectors!"

At first, when he caught the other party off guard with teleportation, he forgot to hide his blood in the corrosive claws, otherwise he might have won now, and no matter how bad he is, it can affect the other party's physical condition!

What's more, after realizing that he could make potions of different effects, the Punisher and the people of the Night Church were consciously preventing them from getting closer. As long as they were slightly beyond one range, the Red Gloves would work together to pull him into the dream—

—But Emlin didn't expect that he could still remain awake in his dream, thanks to the paper man angel given by Mr. Fool and the prayer scene.

The two of them were injured, but they were not fatal at all, and they were not even considered mobility difficulties.

"...It's true, no." Emlin's hand, which grabbed the giant bishop's clothes, slowly slipped down. He laughed dryly, his expression a little dull, "I, I know I must be unusual, but

, but...Mother God...Ancestor...Why?"

Emlin even forgot to resist and forget that he could fly. His men subconsciously grabbed it in the air, as if they had caught something very important, but they seemed to have not caught anything.

He could hear the white light and sounds coming from the storm. Perhaps Utlavsky was repelling the enemy, or perhaps those spirits were controlling the spirit witch to turn the Dawn Knight bit by bit under the control of the spirit witch

Tear up.

Still alive... Emlin listened to his heartbeat with almost a little fear.

Father Utlavsky did not answer him. The priest gently patted the young german on the shoulder, then took advantage of his surprise and grabbed the other person's collar and threw him into it like a light stone.

go out.

After saying that, his body floated up, raised his palms, and a white lightning bolt rushed straight into the sky.

Utlavsky remained as motionless.

Seeing the two deacons leaving, Leonard's heart that had just been relieved was raised again.

The wind of the punishment surrounds the square, carefully capturing every disharmonious flow. Emlin shrank his head, and he was afraid to continue thinking, so he forced himself to lock his eyes and attention firmly.

On the potion at hand.

Emlin was stunned and curled his lips awkwardly: "I don't mean to dislike you..."

The senior deacon's voice was a little vague. He wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, and there was a lot of blood in the cracks of his teeth.

Fortunately, he is a sailor and can only use it for a while.

What he didn't know was that at this time there were also two people worried about the status quo, one not far from him and the other on the Source Fort.

The church was also not damaged, but the sound and breath of the lightning storm broke the dream of the church in the night. Crying sounds continued to come from the church, and residents who were brave enough to peek out of the windows.

Klein touched the "Sea God's Scepter" with his fingers.

He opened his hand to the priest's back and caught only a blazing light.

TBC

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Haha, I definitely can’t finish writing! But even so, I don’t want to stay here forever!

In addition to the squid back thorn (which is fine), there is also some mysterious readers who are so annoying that they don't want to stay for a second.
Chapter completed!