"God said………”

The black deacon only spitted out one word, and the water flow controlled by Salin had been twisted. The black deacon's head rolled down directly, and blood sprayed more than two meters high from his neck.

"Go and talk to your god." Salin took back the water in the air, and ignored the corpses planted on the ground. He rushed down and entered the woods. A more powerful magician appeared on the other side. When he flew in the air, his speed advantage could not be reflected at all.

If this black deacon fights himself on the ground, he may not be his opponent, but in the air, the black deacon gave up his speed advantage and was beaten by Salin unexpectedly. No one would have thought that a mage could release so much magic in an instant.

Salin landed on the ground, hid behind a big tree, and quietly waited for the arrival of the black bishop.

The battle on the ground has not ended yet, and the black-armored warriors have become defeated. With the dragon crystal as the power, the more courageous the construction puppets are fighting. What is even more strange is that the scars on the metal shell of the construction puppet are also repairing themselves. This is the ability of the dragon, but now it appears on the two puppets.

However, the black-armored warriors in the referee were fearless and the more than thirty people who survived were still waving their long and short weapons and pounced on the two puppets. The speed of these two puppets was not very fast, and if they escaped, Neris would have no choice. She could not catch up with so many enemies alone.

The woods were filled with bloody smell, and Conan hid in the tree and was stunned by the battle in front of him.

This mage and his women were too powerful. The hunters had excellent weapons and skillful cooperation. There were many swordsmen and magicians, but they were killed by the mages and female warriors. More than one hundred people died in a blink of an eye after being killed by the puppet.

Neris was always paying attention to the battle in the air. When the headless body of the Black Deacon fell, she jumped down from the tree and took off all the books in the Black Deacon's hand and the ring in the hand. Even if she couldn't use these things, they would not be kept for the people of the Holy See. The red book in the Black Deacon's hand made Neris feel dangerous. If Sarin hadn't successfully attacked, the result of the battle would be hard to imagine.

The magician has always been good at defending power, but the black deacon's defense was instantly broken by Salin. Before the book's ability was exerted, the black deacon lost his head.

Seeing Nelis jumping down from the tree, more than twenty surviving black-armored warriors rushed over. The puppet waved huge weapons behind her back and killed five more people. This time Nelis did not escape to the tree. She flipped her wrist and added a dragon-tooth dagger in her hand. She directly cut off a scimitar and sent the dagger into the heart of the black-armored warrior.

Before the black-armored warrior behind could see Nelis clearly, Nelis rushed into the black-armored warrior like smoke from snow, rushing left and right, and each strike could stab the dagger into the heart of a warrior.

Nelise's combat experience is not as rich as these warriors, but her speed is far superior to these warriors. The Dragon Tooth Dagger is almost invincible. At least the equipment of these black-armored warriors is like thin bread in front of the Dragon Tooth Dagger.

The black-armored warrior is already fighting with his life. Unfortunately, Nelise's dragon-tooth dagger carries Thiago's freezing ability. As long as he hits the enemy, the enemy will be frozen instantly. The black-armored warrior wants to exchange his life for the pause of Nelise's movement, but was destroyed by the attributes of the dragon-tooth dagger.

The black-armored warrior rushed towards Neris in despair. As long as he killed this woman, the two puppets would naturally lose their combat power. Everyone was thinking this way. The person in front used his body to block Neris' dagger, and the person behind lit his back to the constructed puppet. In the past ten seconds, Neris killed more than twenty black-armored warriors with a dagger. The last black-armored warrior was kicked to the ground by Neris, and the constructed puppet pressed his neck with a front axe.

"Master, catch one alive!" Neris was very satisfied with the construction puppet. Now these two big guys can accurately control the weapons. The weight of the axe exceeded that of the heavy hammer and was carried by the construction puppet, like a straw, pressing the neck of the black-armored warrior without even a layer of blood.

"Oh……"

A strange sound came from the black-armored warrior's neck, which was a breath of fanaticism and death. His chest was kicked by Neris, and his sternum was a little sunken. At this time, he sat up hard, facing the axe blade on his neck, and was about to commit suicide.

"Stop!" The person outside the woods shouted, and in a blink of an eye came to Neris.

Nelise was happy, and the axe that was constructed as a puppet was removed, and the black-armored warrior's neck was saved. Seeing the three people entering the forest, the black-armored warrior suddenly saw hope. If he could not die, even the dead warrior would be attached to life. The black-armored warrior turned sideways and wanted to turn it open.

The metal gun rod in the hand of another constituent puppet was smashed down with the sound of wind. With a puff, it was like it was smashing into cheese. The thick gun rod fell into the waist of the black-armored warrior.

"Next time, let others stop, remember to add the word "please." Such a complicated action of constructing a puppet was of course done under the command of Neris. Neris smiled and looked at the three people entering the woods.

Among these three people, the leader was a middle-aged man wearing a black robe. The middle-aged man's robe had no hood and a high metal crown on his head, which was inappropriate. Moreover, his appearance was a bit slim, with slender eyes and curved eyebrows, and a bit feminine.

This is the Bishop in Black, the most backbone in the Holy See... Under the Bishop, all positions are related to contributions, but if you want to be the Bishop, you must have corresponding strength.

A bishop must have the power of a level six magician at least. If he is a cardinal, he will have the combat power of a level seven magician. That is the power of a magician.

Neris was glared at by the Black Bishop, and she couldn't say anything else to tease her. She felt a little flinched in her heart. The Black Bishop was extremely evil, and her eyes were red like the dead.

There is no human race with red pupils, but the black bishop's red pupils are constantly changing shapes, like two balls of soul flames.

The two people around the Black Bishop also made Neris feel uncomfortable. The two men were holding a pair of strange weapons, like swords, slightly curved, and both sides were bladed. Blood was constantly dripping from these two pairs of curved double-edged knives, and the red blood fell into the snow, but lost its color.

Phantom!

The Bishop in Black was angry. He presided over the capture mission for several years. Today's death and injury exceeded the losses of all hunting teams in the past three months.

There was no living referee warrior in the woods in front of me. Two huge metal puppets stood behind the woman with weapons. The woman had green eyes, and could not see a trace of true feelings, cold, just like the snow on this ground.

The Black Bishop saw the essence of Neris just at a glance. He intuitively felt that the green-eyed woman in front of him was much more dangerous than the magician hidden in the dark.

"Who killed Goodrian?" The black bishop looked at Neris, his red pupils in his eyes were still changing. Neris licked his lips without answering.

"Godrien is my son, you have to pay the price." The black bishop's voice was long and lingering, and it was like a wire saw cutting back and forth on the stone. It made people feel uncomfortable in their ears.

Salin stood behind the tree, feeling unspeakable. He killed someone else's son again? This time he caused even more trouble. The last time he offended was just a secular count. Now he killed the son of a black bishop. Damn, why do I always get into someone I shouldn't be offended?

"You two, grab this woman first and cut off all fours. I'll use her to give birth to another son for me. I'll deal with the magician." The black bishop ordered the two people around him, and without looking at Neris, he turned around and walked towards the big tree where Salin was hiding.

The green pupils in Neris' eyes shrank violently, and the words of the Black Bishop angered her. In the demon plane, the big demon will kill the demon, the little demon, and the demon, but they will never do such a thing. Cut off the limbs and let herself give birth to a son for him?

Salin's breathing became rapid, and he knew what the Black Bishop was talking about.

The Holy See had a way to make the born babies born to believe in the Lord of Glory. This way is a magical technique, which is extremely cruel. When the Holy See first appeared, the methods were extremely bloody, and many similar things happened. It was not until the Holy See controlled the Tanggulas Empire and had stable believers that it gradually gave up this method.

The Blood Knight, the magical arts, all carry the aura of primitive religions and are not accepted by the mature empires of the Meers continent. Now that the Holy See returns these methods, it seems that it will insist on causing a bloody storm.

The black-clothed bishop walked towards Salin step by step. There was a big tree between them. The tree was more than three meters thick and could only be seen in the wilderness in the north. Salin was extremely nervous. The magician was like a magician, and was not good at close combat. However, the black-clothed bishop did not use his magician, but walked towards him step by step. Could it be that he had any special melee methods?

The green water flow was swimming on Salin's body. Salin put away the scroll in his hand and dealt with the Black Bishop. The scroll had no effect at all. He had to fight with the magic he was good at.

At this time, Salin realized the meaning of that sentence-the only thing the magician could rely on was his own magic string.

Scrolls, magic books, and these can save the consumption of magic strings, but these methods cannot allow magic to exert the maximum power. Salin's scroll is released very quickly. The problem is that the magic released by the scroll is not as flexible as the magic strings stimulated by magic strings. It is easy to say to deal with people with close levels, but against magicians with at least two levels above him, such magic is fatal to themselves.
Chapter completed!