Lin almost completed such a dodge based on his instinct.

However, at the moment of the action, she knew that it was almost impossible to completely avoid such an attack.

The Grey Eye Knight's movements were almost perfect—and without any hesitation, as if it wasn't a human being about to be split in half, but a piece of wood or something.

Although Lin has long since no longer considered herself as a human being, in this form, she was still surprised by the other party's coldness and ruthlessness.

——One arm.

Lin guessed this way.

Sure enough, the sword edge avoided the vital points and bit into her shoulder blade, cutting half of it in an instant.

——It's now. She leaned back hard to minimize possible damage, and at the same time she held the sword in her hand tightly and sent it to the other party's abdomen.

If nothing unexpected happens, I can give him a pair of clothes, just to change her arm that is about to die. It will be a loss no matter how you look at it.

But at this moment, the other party said "Huh".

Extremely light.

So light that Lin almost thought he had heard it wrong.

But the next second, she knew that she was not wrong.

The heavy sword, which had already cut into half of her shoulder, suddenly stopped casting. Not only did it not cut off the casting force of her arm, it also retreated directly in the opposite direction.

——Is there such a good thing in the world that you are about to behead your head and remove your sword?

Without thinking, Lin directly accepted the order and gave the gift he had prepared as usual - as long as he could stab this sword, he would make a profit.

But the facts have proved that the so-called good thing of picking up ready-made cheap things will probably never happen to her.

The sword sent out stopped castrating.

Lin subconsciously looked down, but found that it was the other party who directly clamped the sword edge with one hand.

He was holding a heavy sword in his other hand, as light as if he was carrying a firewood stick.

——This kind of strength and speed... Even though Lin's psychological quality is pretty good, he is a little bit frizzy.

She let go directly, intending to retreat and look for a chance. She didn't expect the other party to move faster, so she threw the sword she had snatched without looking at it. Her empty hand grabbed her neck like lightning, lifted it up like a doll, and took it to her front to look carefully.

"No." She heard the other person say. Then before she could figure out what the other person was saying was wrong, the other person had already put a heavy sword on his back and inserted it into the ground.

He grabbed Lin's neck, grabbed her, and slapped her into a stone wood with a click. It was fixed so that he could get closer and take a closer look.

Although the distance between the two noses was less than two fingers at this moment.

But Lin didn't feel blushing at the face at all, and he just estimated the distance, and planned to get closer, so he just used his head to force it.

The other party stared at Lin for a long time, and a slight doubt appeared in his eyes.

Then he reached out and touched the wound on her shoulder.

Just as the gray-eyed knight was about to touch her shoulder, a white light fell towards him, holding the mage's hand.

But the light fell on the warrior's hands without any effect, like Mars falling on the mud, but it was extinguished in an instant.

"Stop!" There was also a shout at the same time.

The priest girl rushed up, and in the most primitive way, she waved the prayer staff directly and slapped the gray-eyed Knight's hand away.

Strangely, it was obvious that it was just a weak resistance, but the gray-eyed warrior did not continue to move.

He glanced at the staff in the priest's hand, and said nothing for a moment.

"Please stop!" The priest girl repeated again, her face almost transparent, "The rude person... no, shameless person, what do you want to do?!"

When talking about the last few words, the girl couldn't suppress her anger, and there seemed to be a bright blue flame burning in her eyes.

——It's simply too much.

She thought.

Unexpectedly, there was such a knight in the temple - he didn't care about the reputation of women at all, and wanted to do such rude things directly in front of everyone.

Has the temple fallen to this level after just a period of time after she entered the secular world? Although she had heard of it, she never thought that the so-called "shameless people" inside the temple could actually break through the lower limit she imagined.

——No, this is not the most hateful thing. The most hateful thing is that she suddenly realized that she was so powerless.

The previous "Sacred Fire" was originally a magic trick to drive away filth, and it can be said to be the nemesis of all the monsters in the abyss. However, like light itself, this magic seems to be unable to penetrate the darkness of the soul at all, and it is purified by panic.

No, it's hard to even cause damage.

Vivian looked at the unscathed hand of the gray-eyed Knight, and a trace of haze rose in her eyes almost unconsciously.

She needs more than light and healing, Vivian thought.

She also needs something sharper and more painful…

But now? She seems to have no choice.

Vivian pursed her lips, her heart was as cold as her hands.

She took a deep breath as if she had made up her mind. "Unreasonable," she pinched the prayer staff in her hand and straightened her back slightly, "Let your hand go, I'll be taller with the temple..."

Before he finished speaking, an arrow flew toward the grey-eyed Knight's wrist.

However, this time, the gray-eyed warrior let go of his hand and avoided the blow that was enough to tear one hand off.

Sheville.

Vivian looked complicated and did not look back, but said nothing. Finally, she put down the staff in her hand and chose to walk forward to remove the mage embedded in the stone wood.

When she touched the wound that had been healed on the mage's shoulder, she wanted to press it and use a "healing technique".

However, when the eyes fell on the extremely deep wound, they found that the exposed part under the clothes was not the flesh and blood tissue she remembered, nor was it the material used to shape the puppet. The white part was very close to the skin, and even had a texture that imitated humans, and could faintly see blood vessels. However, after cutting it, it was discovered that it was just a sticker-like thing with no trace of blood vessels on the side.

The part inside is a dark red substance, which can easily be confused with flesh and blood at first glance, but if you look closely, you will find that there is no tissue in the thing that belongs to living creatures. They flow slowly, and it is more like a mass of magma-like substance.

Vivian paused.

She subconsciously moved closer to cover the gaze around her, while keeping her movements, and still pressing on the wizard's broken skin.

Then she saw that the red substance was not affected at all. Although they were re-entering at a speed visible to the naked eye, it was obviously because of another force, not the effect of her healing technique.

immunity?

The overly similar scene forced Vivian to think more.

She tried her best to not turn her head to look at the gray-eyed knight, ignoring his cold, evaluating his evaluative vision, as if nothing had happened before, and insisted on using the healing technique.

Fortunately, the healing technique fell on the skin, which was still effective on the white layer, which could probably be regarded as part of the skin. They were like stretched dough, and soon covered the mage's strange wound again.

While the priest was busy, Jin Gong and the Berserker walked to the gray-eyed knight together.

Shevil first glanced at the expressionless knight, then his eyes fell to the direction behind him, and smiled and said, "What a coincidence, I actually met you here."

——What a hell of luck? He actually hit the group of people in the temple.

Shevil glanced at the mage beside her. She was comforting Vivian as if nothing had happened, without a trace of guilt on her face.

Doug also smiled likewise: "Yes, it's a coincidence."

——It’s really a coincidence.

Doug thought.

He naturally recognized the other two at the first time, and one of them was actually from the Golden Bow team, but obviously he had missed the opportunity to isolate the singles and squeeze out the benefits.

"I didn't expect that my two lost teammates were here - thank you very much for your 'care' for them."

——This account must be kept.

Sheville glanced at Vivian again.

But after not seeing each other for a few rounds, her face seemed to have become very bad, obviously because of fear. But the girl obviously chose to continue to have a quarrel with her, and would rather keep looking at the mage than look back at him.

Shevil was angry and silently gave another fork to the choice of "whether to recruit mages to become teammates."

——Looking back at the situation, let’s give this mage to the Eye of Truth to study.

Jin Gong thought angrily.

"Helping all those in need has always been the teachings of the temple." Doug's face did not change his face and pointed directly at the adventurers who followed him around him. "I just came over the way, and many of them survived, and many of them worked towards the same task like us. Thankfully, they did not encounter misfortune in that terrible change."

——Since you can no longer use "plunder" and "force" to obtain information, you can only change one strategy to get benefits after a long time.

"Indeed," Jin Gong's hunter was obviously tactful and immediately ignored the scene where his teammates were wrongly taken, and turned to exchange information to deal with the spy. "That annihilation is really terrible. If it weren't for Vivian being by our side, we might have turned into ashes..."

"You mean that magic collapse..."

"Yes, the central part is gone, it's all sand." Jin Gong naturally has nothing to hide for such obvious information.

——It’s a pity that the mage is still left.

If it also turned into sand, there would not be as many things as it is now.

"It seems you do have very good teammates - so how did you get separated?"

Doug changed his tone and directly grasped the contradictions in Jin Gong's words.

Shevilton lived.
To be continued...