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It's just that the strange thing about the extraordinary power of this world is that it is unreasonable and cannot think with any normal ideas.

Normally, the function of this guardian ritual should be to form a shield like Geralt's to block attacks, but here the function of the ritual is to deflect damage.

The fishman's sword and spear fell on the monk, but it had no effect at all. On the contrary, the priest Ran Zhu was inexplicably severely injured on the side, and the impact was directly on the body, and the armor seemed to have no effect at all.

In fact, the logic should be that the ritual does block damage, but it will bring backlash, that is, damage to the priest.

Fortunately, these injuries were weakened by the ritual. The priest who suffered the damage did not say a word. He was obviously used to it.

Not to mention that in order to activate the guardian ritual, the candle-burning monk was slashed several times. Fortunately, the big shield and heavy armor blocked it. He even took the opportunity to knock a few of them away and rushed back to the monk to kill the fish-men.

In such a high-intensity battle, blood even dripped from the heavy armor, but the next second the monk raised his hand, and a beam of light from the staff fell on him.

The sacred power acted on Priest Burning Zhu, instantly smoothing all the scars and even overflowing.

The power of the same source strengthened the priest, and he did not even have the sequelae of serious injuries. He was once again swinging the war hammer like the god of war.

It seems that the two of them can fight endlessly together.

Now Amanda understands why these two dared to come to Hamlet.

If a fight really breaks out, can I withstand the power of judgment?

I'm afraid only the lord can...

"Huh? That's not right!" Sierra suddenly seemed to have discovered something and subconsciously exclaimed.

"What are you doing?" Amanda was speechless. In this situation, she wouldn't be afraid of attracting fishmen if she yelled.

"Corpses, haven't you noticed that there seem to be very few fish-men corpses?"

Rather than paying attention to the battle on the front line, Sera paid more attention to the coastline, wary of those fishmen coming, and at the same time, she was ready to seize the opportunity to run away.

But after watching it for so long, how could she find something was wrong?

"Based on this level of fighting, the corpses of fishmen should have been piled up on the coast, but now you see."

Amanda reacted immediately after being reminded of this, and followed Sera's words and looked at the row of killed and fallen murlocs, but they were swallowed up by the next wave of murlocs rushing up in an instant.

That's why we didn't notice that those fallen fishmen stood up again very quickly behind them.

Unless these fish people and cultists generally have the ability to heal themselves, but I have killed a few fish just now, and they don't have this ability at all.

In other words, there is only one possibility...

"There are also spell casters among the fish-men who are treating the injured." Amanda said what she was thinking, but as a spell caster, she did not notice the fish-men's spells. "What is the casting medium? I don't feel it." arrive."

"Sea Breeze! It's Sea Breeze!" Sera held the controller in her hand and seemed to have found some clues by borrowing the power of the ship, but this made her feel even more uneasy.

Sea breeze and light are actually just the external manifestations of two forces in reality, and what is really contained is the power within them.

The murloc caster was actually able to use a large sea breeze to save those murlocs in batches, which meant that it was not much different from the holy light of the mendicant monk.

She originally thought that adding a champion to the church's legend would definitely be a sure thing, but now there is a legendary magic caster hidden in the fish-man, and just thinking about it makes her scalp tingle.

Why are you so unlucky? Why is this hellish place called Hamlet so evil?

If I could leave alive, I would definitely not come back again, no matter how much money I was given.

Both of them knew that they had to find the fishman's spell caster, otherwise no one would know the outcome of this battle.

It's just that it's night now, and it's very difficult to find him among the dense murlocs.

The situation was not right. Sierra was thinking about whether to run away while the mendicant monks were still attracting firepower, but Amanda's thoughts were obviously different from hers.

"Damn! The battle is too fierce. The surrounding spiritual beings are so manic that they are about to riot. It is impossible to see clearly." Amanda tried to divine, but the emotions stirred up in the war and the fighting skills of the two strong men disrupted the entire area. Spirituality, not even she dared to interfere in it.

Spiritual pollution is still the biggest threat to human spellcasters. Not everyone can still catch the lines of fate in the fierce battle like Alhazred, and even fiddle with fate, although mistakes are often made.

Although Amanda couldn't do it, someone else might not. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but turn her head and look at Sierra, who had just found the sea breeze.

"No!" How could Sierra not understand what Amanda was going to do, but that didn't mean she had to agree.

The cost of sensing the dissipated energy in the periphery and pursuing this power is very different, let alone whether you have the ability to counter the fish-men as a spellcaster.

First of all, I am not involved yet. Once I take action, I will have no choice but to enter. This is not in the interests of the Roma people.

In fact, she is still conserving her strength and is ready to run away at any time.

Amanda looked confused. She was about to say something, but was interrupted by a sudden change on the battlefield.

"Look, look!"

Hamlet's team are not fools. Everyone can see the importance of the mendicant monk, so how could they let him be besieged by the fishmen.

So the naval soldiers kept moving towards that side, and the militiamen who stood up again also pushed forward under the command.

But this move did not dispel the determination of the fishmen. On the contrary, their reaction became even more intense.

The deep sea calls!

This time, what blew from the coast was no longer the moist sea breeze, but a more direct force.

Some of the elite murloc warriors seemed to have received a blessing from the deep sea, and their entire state had been strengthened. The exaggerated improvement made them just like chopping melons and vegetables against ordinary militiamen.

When these enhanced murlocs entered the formation, casualties immediately began to spread, and it took only a moment for the defense line to break up.

Even the mendicant monk noticed the surging power and raised his staff to spread the holy light, but it was difficult to save the defeat. Without an opponent of equal strength, the fragility of human beings would be exposed once a proxy appears.

But you must know that the target of those strengthened elites was never them. After tearing apart the defense line, they went directly towards the two church members.

Priest Ranzhu also realized that the situation was critical and couldn't help raising his shield again to bloom the holy light to stun the enemy. However, facing a large number of enemies, he couldn't stop him at all. He didn't even take care of himself and activated the oath of knight again to protect the monks.

"Retreat, blasphemous thing!" The mendicant monk was still so calm, as if he had long ignored life and death, and had no intention of running away or dodging. The staff in his hand continued to erupt with sacred power to eliminate the approaching strange demons.

Even these enhanced murlocs were still unable to withstand the true power of faith. Burnt mummies were almost covered all around the monks.

But it is still difficult to resist the sword attack. Although the guardian ritual will transfer the damage, there is a limit.

Because Priest Ranzhu was seriously injured after suffering such serious injuries, but his powerful power of faith was still keeping his body standing in front of him to carry out the knight's oath of protection.

At this moment, a fish-man hidden among the fish had a strange light in his eyes, and he finally showed his murderous intent and threw a white thing at the beggar monk.

This is a bone spike with spiral patterns on it, like the bones of some kind of monster or the fangs of some kind of giant beast, but there is no doubt that the spiritual fluctuations emerging from it are unique and extraordinary. strength.

The bone gun actually directly broke the guardian oath of the Burning Candle Priest and penetrated the beggar monk's chest, nailing his rickety body in place.

The blood suddenly dyed the white bone gun red, and the entire battlefield suddenly seemed a bit darker. The wild sea wind roared, inexplicably taking away everyone's hope.

Such an effect is enough to show that the power on the bone gun is the guardian that breaks the extraordinary ritual.

But now I know it is too late. Without the ritual, the guardian spellcaster becomes vulnerable, and any fishman can kill the injured monk with one knife.

And that was indeed the case. Those ferocious fish-men swung their swords at the mendicant monk, preparing to finish off this guy who made them feel uncomfortable.

"Clang!"

There was a crisp sound, and a wide broken sword blocked the fishman's slashing.

But those fishmen didn't realize the seriousness of the problem, and their target was still the beggar monk, until the broken sword moved.

The broken sword was slashed out, and the fishmen were immediately split into two pieces. Their scales were as fragile as foam in front of the surging power, and they were slashed with one swing of the sword.

Even the enhanced elite murlocs were unable to withstand his sword, and even the rusty blade was cut off, clearing away the murlocs around the monk at a speed that no one expected.

At the same time, he raised his hand and pulled out the bone spear that penetrated the mendicant monk, and threw it out with his backhand. With the exaggerated power, the bone spear directly penetrated several fishmen.

It was only then that everyone saw the figure clearly. He was wearing a bright yellow special armor, a mask on his face, and an exaggerated broken sword held in one hand.

The visitor is none other than the legendary swordsman—Baldwin!

But the battle is far from over, there are still many fishmen killing Hamlet's people, and this is something Baldwin can't stand.

“Let them go and come at me—monsters!”

This sound seemed to attract the surrounding murlocs with mocking magic. His kindness was only for humans, and he couldn't help but roar and kill those monsters.

The murlocs who were originally killing ordinary people were like bastard fish when faced with Baldwin, who had the same unequal strength. Their reaction could not even keep up with the powerful and heavy broken sword and was cut open.

If you know about Baldwin's tall and strong body and the big sword he holds, you know that he is definitely not famous for his speed. This shows the difference in strength.

But it can also be compared to Baldwin's performance when he was tortured by leprosy. He was gasping for breath even when swinging his sword, and his eyes were close to blindness.

Now he is wielding his sword to kill everyone, and his violent attitude has even scared the fishmen away from approaching him.

Lance's arrangement took effect again. Why did he have to cure him before leaving? Just to leave an insurance for Hamlet.

And Baldwin's performance just now was worth the price of Lance's rescue.

Another chess piece was put on the table by Lance...

The lethality shown by a legendary warrior on the battlefield is very terrifying. They do not need to prepare rituals and sort out spirituality like spellcasters. They only need to explode the power of their powerful bodies, and the performance is more intuitive.

Faced with this situation on the battlefield, the human army will not rush directly to die, but will use various long-range weapons to consume, and there will also be accompanying spellcasters or priests to attack.

Only through long-range consumption and wheel battles can you kill a strong man favored by the extraordinary, because those who can become champions or legends must also be extraordinary.

Count Bastia had the most say in this regard. He took part of Hamlet's inheritance and, with the help of the church, killed several barbarian champions, but he also had to pay a lot of price.

However, these fishmen have no experience or plan to deal with this situation. After running rampant here for so long, this is the first time they have encountered such a situation.

The fish tide tactic did not have any effect under the sword's edge. Instead, it was equivalent to feeding food to Baldwin's mouth. There was no complete fishman within the range of the dagger.

For a time, the focus of the two people gathered in the church fell on Baldwin, and the fish-men even wanted to retreat.

You can still be saved by being poked by two spears, but you can't die even if you get hit with a hammer by Burning Candle Priest. Although Burning Candle Priest's punishment kills instantly, it still requires single-target damage, which doesn't seem so exaggerated.

But I can't get back even if I get slashed by this thing!

The people of the church would not be so fragile. This kind of injury is far from the level that requires the mendicant monk to see the Holy Light. On the contrary, with a punishment, the holy power returned directly healed his wound and removed the traces on his clothes. He doesn't look injured.

The priest Ranzhu also recovered under the holy light. He was clearly on the verge of death just now, but the surge of sacred power healed his injuries in the next second.

Critical strikes are a blessing of fate for others, but for the mendicant monks, they are just daily life.

It is difficult to show the power of a monk by killing people, but when he raises his staff, many of the fallen people stand up again, and you can feel the power of the church.

This series of ups and downs was so exciting that it taught the two of them to stand up and reverse the situation, but they were soon pushed back by the tide of fish and both of them were seriously injured.

Sera was about to run away, but at this moment, another guy suddenly appeared and killed everyone, and he single-handedly stabilized the situation that was about to collapse.

My heart almost couldn't stand it when I came to this damn place.

But Sera seemed to have noticed something. This person was not the lord, nor was he in this fleet.

So who is he? A small Hamlet has gathered so many strong men?

"Is he your confidence?" Sierra asked tentatively.

But Amanda saw through her intention instantly and sneered.

"I know what you want to ask, but not now."

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