The next moment, Sebass' black and swollen arm immediately returned to its original state, leaving no tooth marks behind.

"This is... divine art? You are the priest of the God of Redemption?!"

Sebas suddenly recovered his mind and thanked him with gratitude: "Thank you, dear pastor, you saved my life!"

But among the people present, Evan was the most surprised.

As the Saint Warrior of the God of Redemption, he has learned a lot of knowledge without a teacher. For example, between the paladins and the priests of the same level, they can clearly sense the other party's inspiration. As long as the gap is not too big, they cannot be concealed.

But now, Steven was clearly standing in front of him, but he could not feel the holy power on the other party at all, and the previous magic was real.

All this only shows one thing, that is, the other party's level is far beyond his imagination.

"What would be the level of Pope Jay, and Robin's Chief Paladin?"

Because I had never seen other high-level clergymen, Evan could only bury this question in his heart and count the gains of this time with his companions.

"Ah... the flesh of rotten wolf is poisonous, and the skin, fur and bones will rot quickly after they lose their activity. It's really a waste in the body, and there is no place to use it..."

Sebas glanced at the wolf corpse on the ground and shook his head in disgust.

In fact, this is the norm in the end-of-life wastelands.

Even though he caught his prey, there was still very little to eat. He knew that a monster like a meat mountain had amazing combat power, like a heavy tank, but only meat the size of a core fist could be eaten, which was simply a scam.

"Okay, clean up and let's go back!"
Chapter completed!