"You're red! Look, you're red again!" Mark spread his hands at Stan. "If you could be guided by the Holy Light by doing this, then why would the Pope and the elders of the Papal States wait for you to do such a thing? You're such an old, stupid jerk!"

After another scathing taunt, Mark immediately whispered to Kyle, "Hey, big idiot. You've got to hold on for now. I can't take more than a couple of hits. You grab this old bastard's attention, and I'll figure out how to take care of him!"

In fact, if possible, Mark did not want to cooperate with the clergy of the Holy Light Church.

But as he himself said, even though he is a six-dimensional balanced ■■ priest with doubled attributes, he is only level 10 after all.

Even with some of the attributes provided by the Forbidden Scripture, it is still far inferior to that of the fifth-level Stan.

The only way to survive this battle is to let Kyle entangle Stan and then let him deliver the most fatal blow.

"I can withstand it, but there is no way we can cause any harm to him. Now with the healing aura of these Blood Armor Paladins, it will be even more difficult for us to kill him!" Kyle sighed somewhat dejectedly.

"Sir Kyle, the Holy Light doesn't teach us to give up in despair when facing a powerful enemy!" Mark said, his expression reminiscent of his predecessor, who used to fool the common people with poisonous chicken soup. "As long as you and I have faith, the Holy Light will surely find a way for us to punish those who betray us!"

Perhaps it was because Kyle drank too much chicken soup on a daily basis, so when he heard what Mark said, his eyes lit up, and his seemingly exhausted state actually cheered up again.

"You're right. Since the Holy Light has guided me here, I will definitely be able to resolve this crisis!"

"That's good, silly... Kyle, later you'll lead me to rush over to Old Bitch and protect me! As long as I stick my sword into him, I'll have a chance to defeat him!"

"Don't worry, I will never let anything happen to you!" Kyle nodded solemnly, put a thick holy light shield on Mark, then grabbed Mark by the back of the neck and rushed towards Stan with his 1.8-meter long legs.

“Oh~, damn…”

As soon as Mark, whose collar was grabbed, opened his mouth, a huge mouthful of wind rushed into his throat.

The speed Kyle burst out at that instant was even faster than the speed of one of his brothers riding a motorcycle in his previous life!

Stan, who had already sealed the exit of the crack, had also set up this arena that was under his exclusive control while the two were discussing tactics.

Among the more than forty Blood-Armored Paladins who came down from the mine, he placed ten of them at the exit, blocking the entire entrance and exit.

Even if Mark and Kyle wanted to escape at that time, it would be impossible for them to instantly kill the Blood Armor Paladin with ten overlapping healing auras.

As for the remaining thirty or so Blood Armor Paladins, they were his real trump card to wear down Kyle.

He couldn't do much damage to the tanky and healing Kyle by himself, and he always let the guy break free and punch him in the face.

Although Kyle couldn't hurt him either, he didn't mind when there were only two of them, but now there was a foul-mouthed brat here, he naturally couldn't lose face as a fifth-level master.

Seeing Kyle rushing towards him with the same trick again, Stan frowned and drew a cross in the air with his dry fingers.

Holy light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the thirty or so Blood-Armored Paladins standing beside him. The thirty Blood-Armored Paladins grasped their swords with both hands at the same time and slashed diagonally with their swords.

More than thirty sword lights condensed from holy lights converged into a torrent of sword lights with a diameter of half a meter two meters in front of the Paladin array, and rushed straight towards Kyle at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye!

"snort!"

Kyle groaned and lifted Mark behind him, holding up the pale golden holy light shield with his left hand to block the oncoming torrent of sword light.

Kyle was indeed an orthodox clergyman of the Holy Light Church. He was able to block the sword lights that were slashed out simultaneously by a group of third-level Holy Light monsters.

Although the holy light shield he condensed was cracked like spider webs by the violent flow of holy light particles, his figure did not retreat at all.

Seeing Kyle still facing the group of Blood Armor Paladins head-on, Mark couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

He was just about to remind Kyle that he could use the shield to go around the side of the sword light, and the curved surface of the shield could reflect the sword light in other directions.

"ah!"

But Kyle just shouted loudly, and he pushed the holy light shield forward step by step against the sword light, and his speed was getting faster and faster.

From moving slowly, to carrying him and walking slowly, and then to rushing into the Blood Armor Paladin formation with him again to disperse them.

In just ten seconds, Kyle was like a Saint Seiya who had been suppressed to the extreme and then exploded. Before Stan could react, he broke through the formation of the Blood Armor Paladin and brought Mark to Stan, who still had a playful smile on his face!

“Now!”

Mark, who had been held under Kyle's armpit, shouted loudly, and a cross dagger spun out a dark arc of light from his hand.

The dagger hit Stan's neck exactly, and a gray mark quietly climbed up Stan's head.

It was not until the coolness brought by Mark's dagger lingered on his neck for a full three seconds that Stan suddenly realized that he had been ambushed by these two people!

At this moment, Stan even felt that his head was about to be separated from his body.

However, after feeling the coolness for a full three seconds, Stan did not experience the pleasure of hot blood rushing out of his throat, nor did he feel the pain in his neck.

Only then did he touch the place where the dagger had cut, where the stoneskin spell he had condensed with holy light had not yet been broken.

"Puff! Hahaha! How dare you? You want to kill me with just a shabby old dagger?"

Stan scoffed at first, then burst into laughter.

Kyle, a fourth-level priest, had his previous weapon destroyed by himself, and he couldn't hurt himself even if he tried his best.

This new guy was holding a weapon that made him feel uneasy just by looking at it. He thought it was something that could restrain him, but he never expected that it was just a useless silver-plated gun head.

In this way, as long as he completes this sacrifice, he will obtain two high-quality Holy Light Blood Crystals. Then, who can stop him from approaching the Holy Light?!

"What are you laughing at? You still don't realize it when the time comes! You think you've escaped, but in fact, you've only died later! I advise you to kneel down and beg for mercy now. Maybe I, your father, can give you a chance to live."

Mark lay on Kyle's broad back, mocking Stan as he stalled for time, waiting for the moment when the Blasphemous Mark would successfully explode in Stan's body.

He didn't want to be pinched under the arm again during this period of time.

"Hmph! You two ignorant brats, don't even think about tricking me!" Stan sneered and was about to command the Blood Armor Paladins to encircle the two men, but at this moment his expression changed and he said, "The power of the curse!? Ha! Is that your trump card? Using a curse on a fifth-level priest? I really feel sorry for your teacher for teaching such a foolish student!"