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Although he still didn't know what little Fatty's routine was, his battle with Galava still gave people a little idea, that is, just attack wildly from the beginning. If Galawa had been willing to use a snake dart from the start instead of just fooling a boa constrictor, the outcome was unknown. Like Agrace, directly attacking and oppressing the little fat man from the beginning has no time to do anything. Definitely the best way to deal with it so far.

Before he can make the iris, it is best to kill with one hit. If he can't do it, it is not impossible to die. Everyone understands the truth, but everyone was a little disappointed to see Agrace hit Rosenborg's tortoise shell in such a stupid and stupid way that everyone could think of without any creativity. After all, she is a seed, and it is natural to ask her to be higher than others. No matter how unreliable it is to have a Saint of the Holy Words attack.

Just when everyone thought that this was a protracted match to compare Agrace's physical strength and Little Fatty's abilities first, someone suddenly shouted. "bless!"

What blessing? Everyone raised their heads abruptly, looked into the field, and only after a closer look did they understand what the other party said! The mace in Agrace's hand had been covered with a faint yellow brilliance, making it even more powerful.

Weapon Blessing? Although it is not a powerful holy spell, when did Agrace get this blessing under such a fast-paced attack? After all, unlike Edward's time, Agrace, as the main force, constructed spells while maintaining this tide-like offensive, and the difficulty was definitely not rising a little bit.

Just when everyone hadn't figured it out yet, another white halo suddenly appeared from under her feet and quickly swept across her body from bottom to top. Well, this one is more familiar to everyone, blessing art, slightly improving luck, absolutely tasteless. Agrace can really cast spells under such a high-intensity attack, but she might as well be inspired by putting this thing on, at least she can strengthen her attack. What's the use of improving luck? Although you are playing a turtle shell, this is really not a PVE monster fight, but a real PVP, without increasing the explosion rate.

Then, before everyone's complaints in their hearts were finished, another halo rose from the bottom of her feet, but this time it was an orange-red halo, and Agrace scored another score with her next blow. Inspiration! ! This time it was inspired, but why...the halo rose again, boiling!

Taking the blessing spell is like a precursor. After it rises, the small halos on Agrace's body begin to rise one after another, and they can't stop at all. Although they are all low-level divine arts, if they overlap, the bonus is very objective. The most intuitive performance is that Fatty's defense line is getting more and more crumbling.

Wait, burst rate...low-level magic...hammer...something is going around in Xie Zhifei's mind, but he just can't remember it. Just when he was stuck in his throat, another ray of light appeared, but this time it was not from the soles of Agrace's feet, but from the long-handled mace, and the milky white flame ignited on the hammer head.

"Holy fire?!" Someone exclaimed.

"Augustin's butcher nun!!" Xie Zhifei called out another term!

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Chapter ninety-five holy fire

Augustine, full name Aurelius Augustine, or Saint Aurelius Augustine. Thinker, philosopher, known as the last saint before darkness. It's a name that can't be avoided as long as Christianity and the Vatican are mentioned.

Perhaps another way of saying that everyone will be familiar with, he is the author of "Confessions" and "City of Heaven". The original sin theory also became famous after him, and the early dualism of good and evil was abandoned by him. In the book "City of Heaven", it was proposed that human beings are composed of two absolutely opposite cities, and 'twin cities' means Man is divided into two parts, one part is ruled by God forever, and the other part is destined to suffer the eternal punishment of the devil.

It is the earliest superegoism and idism, and this idea of ​​both good and evil in human beings directly leads to the two major factions of grace and redemption. Today, all the gray-robed monks can still be considered to be following his philosophy and asking for alms for redemption.

No matter how you think about such a name, it has nothing to do with the butcher, but in the mysterious side, St. Augustine has another title corresponding to the saint. Tyrant of truth.

The last saint and philanthropist before the dark ages? What a joke, after him, the whole of Europe began to enter the dark Middle Ages, and the Holy See headed by the Vatican was arrogant, rude and supreme. The redemption coupons, the 10-for-10 tax, and the slaughter of the witches all started during that period. The root of these appearances lies in his theory of good and evil in the twin cities.

Human sin is innate and cannot be forgiven and self-redemption. The fall of a huge number of people is inevitable. Only the chosen believers can eliminate this sin. They are messengers of the faithful and infallible creed who punish sin, evolve sin, and bring grace and redemption.

And these so-called chosen ones to punish the vast majority of people are the original body of the earliest heresy inquisition. Therefore, the source of the black-robed monks is also the tyrant of truth.

This tyrant has the holy scripture in his left hand and the whip in his right. To educate and scourge the world. And the most tenacious and glorious whip is the battle nuns known as the battlefield angels. They are selected from the most intelligent young girls in all of Europe. They will never marry and dedicate their whole body and soul to God.

They learn the finest fighting techniques and lay the foundations of the purest scriptures. While fighting, he still maintains a heart of redemption and compassion. See yourself as giving grace and redemption.

In Augustine's time, this pure monk, though extreme, was still able to restrain the power in his hands. But behind him, the successors have developed the original sin theory to be more extreme and fanatical, branding themselves and their enemies with absolute justice and evil. Oppression, crusade and jihad after jihad, in the name of grace and redemption, one after another of the deepest wounds in the world.

The name of Augustine's Sister Butcher also took the place of the glorious battlefield angel. They changed from the dazzling golden whip in the hands of the angels to the sharpest sickles in the hands of the butcher. Continuing until the end of the Dark Ages, the two factions of grace and redemption were divided into two categories: black robes and gray robes. One is the shadow that walks behind the light, who eradicate evil for this world, and sing praise to the light in the deepest and smelliest dark sewage. The other is to enlighten the wisdom of all people with the suffering of one's own body, willing to exchange his body for the sins of the world.

But with the heart of redemption, the butchers and nuns who committed violence have no position. When they realized that what they did was not justice and that they were just a bunch of **** executioners, more than 80% of the most innocent girls collapsed. The remaining few people never participated in the battle again, and practiced for life. That's how the inheritance of the Butcher Sisters ended.

This piece of history is extremely important even on the mysterious side. The reason Xie Zhifei remembered Sister Butcher was probably because he was young and vigorous, and he also fantasized about the group of girls wearing close-fitting holy robes and beautiful faces holding hands. The appearance of various weapons on the battlefield.

So when he saw that the warhammer in Agrace's hand was lit with sacred fire, he instantly called out the name of the butcher nun. After all, in the records, their most famous battle scene is holding various weapons burning with holy flames, and shuttles around the battlefield surrounded by chants and blessings.

Unlike Blessing and Boiling, Sacred Fire is definitely a high-level divine art, which requires not only interrupting the chant for more than three stanzas, but also the corresponding gestures. It is definitely not something that can be used for two purposes in such a battle. Therefore, its appearance can basically be concluded that those small halo buffs were definitely not added by Agrace on her own initiative. That's why I put on an unknown blessing technique first.

As for how the butcher nuns added buffs to themselves while fighting, this is not something Xie Zhifei can know. If it is something that can be easily known by others, the butcher nun is not one of the strongest units in the church, nor will it disappear because of such a small fluctuation. After all, no matter how much the impact of grace and redemption turned into black robes and gray robes, but the fighting power of the butcher nun is there, which is definitely something that the two major factions are extremely envious of. Even if the weakening can be used on ordinary Templars, it is definitely a good thing.

After all, casting magic in battle and being able to use magic in battle are two completely different concepts! It's like playing a game, being able to attack normally, being able to use skills, and crit hitting a skill while using a normal attack are definitely two concepts! This kind of bug special effect that can use normal attacks to smash skills is where the butcher nun is powerful. And Xie Zhifei can only guess that this may be related to their belief that they are giving grace and redemption. So after this layer of false lies disappeared, the butcher nun also disappeared.

How Agrace got over the shackles of the past, he didn't know. Whether it meant that the Holy See was able to recreate the terrifying scene of three hundred butcher nuns slamming open the city gate of Cairo, he didn't know. I just made up my mind, and I will report this matter to the top when I go back. After he shouted that term, the expressions of each of the four organizations changed. It seems that he is definitely not the only one who has an impression of this name.

Leaving aside these off-field matters, if the previous halo only made Little Fatty's defense line more shaky. The milky white holy fire on the mace was definitely the straw that broke the camel's back. Agrace slammed it up with a hammer, and rarely heard the deafening blasting sound before.

Instead, the sound of a squeaking red knife cutting into the butter came out. Then a milky white mark was left on the iris. The small flame also jumped up slightly. The blue veins on Rosenberg's forehead jumped, and the corners of his mouth twitched most of his cheeks, revealing a smile that was even uglier than crying.

The most important thing about the sacred fire is to purify the attributes, which originate from the light and return to the light. It will burn all energy and become light! Basically, it is one of the biggest nemesis of the defensive cover. However, the corresponding release distance is not far, the speed is slow, and it is easy to avoid. And it takes a long time to burn through. But the real reason for the little fat man's face twitching was this.

Now the other party is not as simple as throwing a sacred fire directly, the flame is burning directly on her hammer head, a hammer and a mark, a mark and a fire, how to flash? Even so, it will be slower than the original sacred fire, but when there are a few more seals, the iris supply will not be able to keep up, and I will be 100% dead!

"Fuck! F*ck! F*ck!!" Every hammer was exchanged for an exclamation from the little fat man. The crackling sound matched his exclamation. The little fat man's face was as white as paper. When did you get hit so badly? As soon as his eyes were in a trance, the shadow of the hammer that was burning with milky white flames turned into an overwhelming silver chain and rushed towards the iris that he maintained.

"I'm going to... lose?"

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Chapter Ninety Six Titans

"Hey! Fatty, come here." The blond curly-haired Loli stood in the middle of the huge training ground, looking around at the trembling peers, and then fixed her eyes on the shivering little fat man hiding in the corner. , the corner of his mouth raised a wicked smile.

"Keep it safe." Seeing the pale fat man whose legs were shaking so much that he could barely stand, the little girl showed a devilish smile, "Otherwise, she will die."

"Run! Run faster! Run faster!" The silver chains were like a rain of swords roaring down from the sky, but they always rubbed his body past him in a nasty manner, making the little fat man extremely embarrassed, but he was able to dodge.

"I'm not playing anymore!" The little fat man who had been running for half an hour finally fell to the ground in despair, watching dozens of silver blades stop a few centimeters in front of his body. It is impossible for the other party to kill himself.

"Don't play anymore?" The little girl who was smiling just now was instantly filled with anger, and she immediately understood what the other party was thinking. This feeling of being threatened instantly brought her anger to a peak. "you sure?"

Hearing the cold voice of the little girl and the stiff smile on her face, the little fat man rolled a few beads of sweat down his face and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "What can you do to me!"

"Hehehehehehehehe" a three-stage smile resounded throughout the training ground. That is, on this day, the little fat man understood that things like chains, except for the silver blade in front of them, can be used to penetrate. Used to pump people, more powerful!

"Hurry up! Hurry up!" The little fat man was sweating profusely staring at the hundreds of mechanical devices of different sizes in front of him, shouting frantically in his heart. It seems that countless silk threads are involved in some of those parts, and they are constantly assembled like building blocks. From the inside to the outside, an extremely complicated shield generator became half in just thirty seconds, and it could take shape in just one minute. Such efficiency can definitely shock the world, but the person opposite Little Fatty obviously does not intend to give him a chance to shock the world.

The silver chain wrapped around his ankle almost instantly, and lifted him upside down.

"Didn't you say a minute?" The time has only passed 40 seconds! The little fat man instinctively shouted at the cheating opponent on the opposite side.

"Huh?" The little girl who was licking the lollipop glanced up, "Do you have an opinion?"

"No, no. Absolutely not!" The little fat man changed his face faster than anyone else, and the smile on his face was like a spring breeze.

"The rhythm of the blue maglev net still needs three. Then these questions instantly turned into one instruction after another, which made his finger rhythm change a lot.

"How long has that guy... been under the witch's hands?" Someone whispered, but the noise was instantly filtered out by his brain, which was frantically processing all kinds of information, and he even stopped his fingers for a moment. Can't do it.

"It seems... it's been fifteen minutes..."

"Fifteen minutes... has been this kind of offensive?"

"……Yes"

"abnormal."

"Two perverts."

The overwhelming chains seemed to be endless. The little fat man felt that his soul had been pulled away from his body, his fingers were extremely stiff, as if he had been filled with lead, and his mind was groggy. You might pass out the next moment. But whenever a chain breaks through the blue maglev net and breaks up the light blue threads and hits the iris, his body will instinctively locally strengthen the energy density of the iris, and will not drag the threads back to the iris. It goes up to its original position.

He has been able to complete the assembly of an iris generator in 42 seconds. He can operate the iris and the blue maglev net at the same time while leaving room for other components. But these are not enough, still can't let him face the petite figure on the opposite side with even a little more possibility of victory. You can only hold on, hold on, hold on.

"7146 needs to add four percentage points... Huh? Why isn't there a response?" The little fat man ordered this command again, but the energy didn't respond. Not only that, the iris and the blue maglev net also disappeared. Oh, I have no energy to mobilize imaginary numbers...