“!!!” This Pastor Stan could actually sense the existence of the Blasphemous Mark!?

At this moment, Mark's heart sank.

If Stan really cleansed the Blasphemous Mark, then he and Kyle would have no choice but to choose Plan B and prepare to run away.

"Today, I'll show you why priests are the greatest profession blessed by the Holy Light!" Stan sneered, crossed his hands, and placed them on the ancient emblem on his breastplate, muttering a spell, "...%￥#@! )(*&%￥#)..., Holy Light Purification!"

As Stan finished chanting the spell, the holy light in the crack space seemed to be absorbed by him and suddenly drilled into his body.

The light in the entire space dimmed.

After just two or three breaths, the light was released again and the surrounding scene returned to its original state.

"Haha, kid, see, this is the body most blessed by the Holy Light. Any alien will be expelled!" Stan laughed wildly and enthusiastically.

Mark, who was about to whisper to Kyle to run away, was looking at Stan's head with his mouth slightly open.

No, isn’t that grey mark of blasphemy still there?

What is this old bitch pretending to be?!

Stan was also startled when he noticed that Mark's expression was wrong.

When he used his magic power to examine himself again, his arrogant and confident expression suddenly subsided, and he kept shouting, "This is impossible! How could it not be purified!"

“…%￥#@!)(*&%￥#)…, Holy Light Purification!”

“…%￥#@!)(*&%￥#)…, Holy Light Purification!”

“…%￥#@!)(*&%￥#)…, Holy Light Purification!”

…

As Stan roared again and again, the crack space flickered as if the voltage was unstable.

The Blood-Armored Paladins who were no longer under Stan's control also followed the fluctuating light and darkness of the space. Sometimes they took steps towards the two of them, and sometimes they stood still as the holy light dimmed.

"Is this the effect of your curse?" Kyle asked curiously as he looked at Stan who was already a little crazy.

According to his teacher, clergy can actually communicate directly with the angels under the command of the Holy God of Light. If the angels' true names are used as a medium, they can indeed perform many curses that only shadow priests can do.

"No. It's just that Old Deng couldn't accept the facts and drove himself a little crazy!" Mark didn't care about Stan's current condition at all. What he cared about was that Stan was always in the healing aura of the Blood Armor Paladin, so why the punishment damage of the Profane Brand had not been triggered!

Only after Mark carefully checked and confirmed the skill description of Holy Judgment ■ Blasphemous Brand did he determine the problem.

"So it's because he's not injured at all? If he's not injured, then even if there are more healing auras around him, the healing effect on him is zero. So there's no such thing as being healed."

"I didn't expect that even a direct attack from my Holy Judgment, boosted by my strength and intelligence at level 10, wouldn't be able to break his defense at all."

Now that we know where the problem lies, we can solve it.

"Sir Kyle, now we have to break Stan's defense, even if it's just to cause him a little damage. Only then can the 'curse' be triggered!" Mark would not explain the effects of his skills to Kyle. Since he thought it was a curse, then let it be a curse.

"Okay! I'll try my best!"

Kyle was straightforward. He carried Mark and rushed towards Stan again.

Stan, who had been unable to use holy light to purify and expel the abnormal condition on his body for a long time, had also discovered that the mark had been on his body for a long time, but he still did not feel anything abnormal.

Seeing Kyle and Mark rushing towards him again, he felt that he had been fooled by Mark again.

Maybe the curse in his body that he felt had no effect on him at all. Even if it did, he could just wait until he caught that annoying little devil and then interrogate him.

"Humph! You two forgetful bugs! No matter how hard you try, you can never be my match!"

He stood still, and the holy light magic power in his body surged into the emblem of the armor on his chest.

Then a dazzling golden egg-shaped shield enveloped his body.

Kyle rushed in front of him and fired a holy fist like a cannonball, hitting the shield, but it only penetrated half an inch and could not go any further.

Mark, standing on Kyle's shoulder, suddenly jumped down from above. The cross dagger in his hand turned into a black cross heavy sword that was heavier than his body and smashed heavily on Stan's head!

Since simple skill damage cannot break the defense, why not try Newton's gravitational potential energy!

"Bang!"

With a dull sound, Mark's knuckles were numb from the shock, and he felt as if the heavy sword in his hand had hit a flowing crystal barrier.

The slippery yet solid feeling made him feel really awkward.

The attacks of the two did not work, but Stan's mouth curled up into a ferocious grin. He had already silently recited the spell and waited for the arrival of the two. Now he just needed to open his mouth to activate it!

"Waterfall of Holy Light!"

Following Stan's roar, Kyle hurriedly opened his holy light shield.

However, what made Stan quite embarrassed was that when he called out the name of the skill, he felt that the magic power that was being guided out of his body was suddenly blocked by a strange feeling.

The waterfall of holy light only condensed into a dazzling white light in mid-air before dissipating into nothingness.

The interference of [Eternal Nightmare Judgment] has taken effect!

"Haha, Mr. Stan, how did you advance to the fifth-level priest level? You can't even unleash your skills? And you still want the protection of Holy Light? No wonder you can't even purify a small curse!"

Mark mocked whenever he got the chance.

"Damn bug! I'll definitely pull out your soul and roast it in the holy light! I'll let you know the price of provoking me!"

“…Waterfall of Holy Light!”

The waterfall of light condensed from the new holy light rushed down with an unstoppable aura of purification, but it rushed to a position three meters away from Mark and Kyle.

Missed!

“Damn it!”

While Stan was concentrating his magic again, Kyle and Mark had rushed forward to attack Stan's turtle shell several times.

Mark had already seen the faint cracks appearing on the golden turtle shell.

But if the defense is not broken, then it is not broken, unless...

Mark looked at the Blood Armor Paladins around him who were rushing up to attack Kyle from time to time. Now he only had one means of attack left to rely on, but he didn't know if it was powerful enough.

Just when Mark made up his mind to make one last attempt, he suddenly felt a soft touch on his waist, like a pair of warm hands caressing his waist muscles.

Instantly, Mark felt goosebumps all over his body. He jumped off Kyle and exclaimed:

"Shit! Kyle, what are you doing!?"