"puff!"
Brian's eyes widened. His vast potential power had not yet been fully unleashed, but he was controlled to death by Xiao Han, who calmly countered with a single sword strike!
sword tip,
It had already penetrated his bloodied throat, and the spurt of blood from his neck made him freeze for a moment.
He had difficulty breathing, the magical energy circulating within his body was disrupted, and he felt weak and listless.
His life force was fading away, Brian's eyes were unfocused, and his talent seemed to have abandoned him. He could not sense any energy from beneath the earth.
die……
He could actually smell the scent of death.
As the chief knight of the Divine Court, possessing nine potential halos and the number one combat power, he was defeated by a fox-person's sword!
How incredibly frustrating! And how furious!
No,
I am...
The chief knight of the Divine Court is the most loyal guardian knight of His Holiness the Bishop!
“Oh, Brian, you did the right thing. Don’t feel guilty. Those lazy thugs deserve to die. You did a good thing, Brian.”
The candles were lit, and the kind-faced bishop, dressed in a white robe, explained to the boy who had come to repent.
He lifted the boy up, touched his face, and felt the healthy, rosy skin brimming with vitality. The bishop was overjoyed. Beneath the human skin lay a filthy skeleton, devouring the invisible power of talent and igniting the flame of faith.
...
"When facing an enemy, you should outwardly laugh wildly, but inwardly you must be on high alert, and strike a fatal blow when the enemy is off guard!"
"Fast, accurate, and ruthless—these are the three essential characteristics of a strike. But before you can actually do it, you should first learn to disguise yourself!"
"Very good, Brian. The more arrogant your smile becomes, the more likely the enemy is to underestimate you, and the more flaws they will reveal! Keep it up!"
On the training battlefield, the bishop imparted combat knowledge to the elites selected from the training ground. However, a boy frowned. Not only had the girl who had taken care of him disappeared, but even the energy factors underground had become thinner for some reason.
"Crunch, crunch!"
Underground, hundreds of children who had trained together were reduced to cold, lifeless corpses, their flesh and blood writhing.
A monster with four mouths and a mouthful of fangs was devouring a liver, while six thick, long skeletal hands gripped the half-dissected corpse of a girl. What it liked most was the white, whitish brain matter inside her skull, which was fresh, delicious, and exceptionally tasty.
Every night, it has the privilege granted by the bishop to snatch a family's children from within the jurisdiction of the Holy See, eat their flesh and gnaw on their bones, their mouths splattered with brain matter, and they eat every last bone, or keep them as souvenirs.
...
"We will do our duty to protect the divine court until the very last moment! We will dedicate our lives and faith entirely to our great Lord!"
"Our Lord is immortal, and eternal glory will illuminate the entire land of Northern Europe!"
"My Lord! Your devout servant offers this prayer, please protect my divine court!"
The believers chanted loudly, praising the greatness of the God of Dreams!
In a corner, young Brian noticed a middle-aged man with a furrowed brow and couldn't help but ask him a question.
"Lucy, what's wrong?"
"Ah, it's Sir Brian. No, it's nothing. I just can't contact my lord. Perhaps my faith isn't pure enough!"
The middle-aged priest, Luce, held the religious texts and said apologetically.
"Oh, perhaps our lord has fallen into a deep sleep. Such matters are better suited to you priests."
Brian sighed, deeply impressed by the power of divine magic. Even with his full-force attack, he couldn't break through the defensive divine magic of a priest.
At this point, Luce couldn't help but show a proud expression.
Yes, if divine magic can be performed, what is there to doubt?
Seeing this, Brian sneered inwardly. The Dream God who had fallen after being killed by our Lord had long been stripped of his authority. In order to develop the Divine Court, he had forged a divine position and secretly built up his power.
In public, he disguises himself, hides his true emotions, and puts on different faces for different people, which has almost become an instinct for him.
"roar!"
In the basement, damp blood slid down the iron bars and onto a skeleton that had been completely gnawed.
The ghost, its face soaked in blood, licked its lips and swallowed the delicious liver. Its eerie, dry eyes flashed with layers of murky, bloody light.
Behind him, a monster with four mouths and six skeletal arms waved, joining him in enjoying the fresh meat.
Under the glow of the red candles, the monster resembled the bishop's shadow, and indeed, that was the truth.
"Brian, grow up quickly, I am old and about to pass away... I long for your body full of potential."
"roar!"
The monster transformed into a human skin, enveloping the bishop's skeletal body and restoring its healthy, lustrous sheen.
"I'm really... looking forward to it..."
...
"roar!!"
Brian let out a beastly roar, and his vacant eyes suddenly brightened!
Deep within Brian's pupils, a figure draped in a white robe suddenly descended and took over his consciousness.
"Who... dares to kill... my people!"
"Ding, paralysis effect successfully triggered, dizziness... Holy crap, I've hit the jackpot! Dizziness for 5 seconds!"
The tip of the sword unleashed a powerful force that pierced through the entire neck!
Brian, in his final burst of energy, was once again enveloped by a bolt of lightning, truly controlled to death!
"Tear!"
Blood splattered as Xiao Han forcefully pulled out the Obsidian Sword and plunged it back in, widening the wound.
Paralyzed, Brian gaped in horror, his face filled with terror. He could only let Xiao Han do as he pleased, and the 1% health bar above his head instantly disappeared.
Five seconds later, Xiao Han was already on Brian's neck, almost half of his neck had been severed.
But Xiao Han, still not entirely at ease, added insult to injury. Who knew if the Silver Supreme expert who had awakened nine potentials might come back to life and stab him in the back?
Evelyn had given him many examples like this.
Some professionals, by chance, are reborn, causing their spirits to return and ignite the flames of revenge against their former enemies.
"call out!"
The heavily worn obsidian sword was covered in wounds. Helpless, Xiao Han sheathed the sword, conjured a blazing spear in his hand, and severed Brian's head, which remained open in death.
The little fox, who believed in the importance of burial, threw the severed head into the earth-shattering magic and kindly buried it.
After finishing all that, the little fox remembered the legend of the Headless Horseman. Fearing that a headless horseman might come knocking on its door for a cup of hot tea and a chat, a burst of crimson demonic flames erupted, spreading and burning the headless corpse to ashes.
"The foundation of nine human limits, coupled with talent, is truly ferocious."
Xiao Han cleaned up the battlefield and sighed.
Back then, the Bloodwing Bat King broke the limit twelve times, but monsters are ultimately not intelligent beings. In a formal confrontation, it couldn't even defeat a professional with the Six Paths Potential Aura.
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