"Anderson! Are you crazy? You dare to blaspheme the gods. After you go back, I will definitely report to Archbishop Annico. People like you... are not qualified to become a priest!"

Anderson's words were considered an offense to the gods by Justin, which is absolutely not allowed for a devout believer.

"So God said...you're going to die here!"

With his left hand swing, a new milling sword appeared, Anderson held one in each hand and rushed straight towards the Paladin!

Sword milling skills·Shenwei!

Two milling swords stabbed the Paladin who was waving the giant sword at an extremely fast speed in Anderson's hand. Although he was tall, Anderson was a real skilled pro.

Find gaps in battle and hit it with one blow!

What does it feel like to face this man with three horror titles in the dark world?

Paladin Justin was full of bitterness. His strength rank should be similar to Anderson, but when he actually fought, he could only feel the pain of being suppressed.

A giant swordsman who is blunt and heavy meets a lightweight double-held swordsman who is one head higher than the other when speed and skills are both higher than the other. This is a disaster.

"Prince Windsor, help me! Anderson is no longer a priest, and he cannot let these two heresy be taken away."

If Justin is afraid now, it is that Windsor is on the other side, so he has to confirm her position first.

"knew."

The words of Windsor behind him made Justin happy. As long as the priest is still on his side, they are two-on-one, and Anderson cannot fight against two. However, Justin did not seem to see that Windsor was not facing him when he spoke.

Divine Technique: Healing from injury!

"No, I'm not injured yet. I'll add a blessing to me for weapons. I...you actually!"

Justin was wondering that he didn't feel any magic on his body, and the next moment he saw the milky white light spots on the body of the heresy lying on the ground next to him.

Looking back at Windsor with a surprised look, he never expected that these two people were here to help here. They had factional disputes, but no matter how they said they were all priests?

"Oh... don't look at me with this look. I can't stand this. You must understand that I have never liked the people on your side. Also, he owes me a lot of things and now he owes me a life. If I let him die again, you will accompany me? So... please die?"

Windsor took the small scroll and spread it on his palm, and a white staff emerged from it.

Divine Art·Weapon Blessings! Divine Art·Sublime Duel!

There was a golden barrier rising around the two, which was the magic trick that Windsor used when Kylot fought with the mosquito monster.

Anderson's milling swords flashed with golden light, looked at Windsor nodded, turned around and rushed towards the Paladin.

Without the Holy Spirit weapons, one-on-one with Anderson, after five minutes of fighting, there were already several blood holes in the Paladin's chest and he fell to the ground dejectedly.

"Help me... Anderson, why do you want to help me?"

Windsor would not be surprised to help Kylot, but Anderson actually helped him, which made him a little curious.

"Your words... are very much to my liking. I pray to myself, and I only pray for myself!"

Anderson looked at Kellot with a profound look, and the latter was even more surprised. This was not something a priest could say.

"Bastard, you owe me a life. Don't forget, who is this guy? Why are you doing so tall... so, it's really unhappy!"

Windsor held the nun and couldn't tell when he was lying on the ground. Now, even if the nun was half-bent, he was still one head taller than Windsor because he was unable to bear the strength. In terms of height, Windsor has always been very sensitive.

"Do you remember someone opened the door for us at St. Sum Cathedral the night before yesterday? It should be this guy. I didn't have time to ask her. Speaking of which, if it weren't for saving her, I wouldn't be where I am now."

Kylot's left hand hangs around Anderson's neck for a while, condenses a mass of water elements to wash away the blood on his face. With Windsor's continuous magical use, his body recovers slightly and he can walk slowly by himself.

"What should she do, huh? It seems she is about to wake up."

As he was about to walk out of the woods, Windsor spoke out.

The three of them stopped and looked at the woman who was put on the ground by Windsor again.

"Uh...ahhhh!"

Accompanied by a violent cough, the nun regained consciousness and saw the three people in front of him immediately.

"Can you leave?"

If nothing goes wrong, Kylot really doesn't want to take her with her. Windsor and Kylot obviously don't have that much free time, and it's already the limit to save her from the Paladin.

"Um!"

The nun leaned against the tree and nodded heavily. Perhaps because of the big move, he subconsciously reached out to support his forehead.

Kylot suddenly noticed the bracelet, black blood bracelet, in her hand, which is of rare appearance...

"We're leaving first. Where are you living now? What methods can you contact?"

"If you have anything, please write me a letter. I live in Omtar now and I can't contact the communicator or something. This is my address... If you have anything, you have to write in advance, otherwise the speed of sending the letter will be delayed."

Most modern normal communications can only be found in the same area. Ilgak is too far from Omtar, and Kylot does not use those magic circles, so it is more convenient to write letters.

"I get it, Anderson, let's go."

Windsor nodded without comment, finally looked up and down at the nun, looked at the other party's tall figure and curled his lips, turned around and left with Anderson.

"I'm sure I can leave? My current state is not much different from yours. If I ask me to help you or carry you, I don't have to think about it. They have not gone far yet."

Kylot is just barely able to move around now.

"No, thank you!"

The nun picked up the gun that he had never put down even in a coma, and reluctantly got up and prepared to leave.

"Ask a question, why did you save us before?"

Kylot's problem stopped the nun's steps.

"You are against the Holy Holy Church...the enemy's enemy!"

The nun's clothes were inexplicably blurred when he said this. Kelot looked at her limping look and always felt something was wrong.

However, he is not qualified to think so much in his current state. The right way is to recover first.

The nun who left Kelot's side supported the tree trunk and returned to the depths of the woods. Before leaving, Windsor just performed the magical technique of restoring her.

"Huh... I was almost discovered. Why did you save you? You have to pay for my living expenses... It's so stupid."
Chapter completed!