Chapter 60 If you come any closer, I will strangle her to death
With the death of the evil creature, the shadow receded like the ebb tide.
There was no hesitation or cowardice during the battle, but at this moment, Clown felt a wave of fear.
If it wasn't for the exceptional performance, it would have been dangerous just now.
The priest obviously misjudged the enemy's strength, and it almost implicated him.
Crown looked back and saw the blazing sacred fire on the bell tower, illuminating every inch of the square, and he felt relieved.
Recalling the battle just now, he vaguely understood the reason for his extraordinary performance, but without bothering to check, he rushed to Nick like a whirlwind.
At present, the other party is his boss and also the guide on the knight's extraordinary path. He must be treated both for public and private reasons.
If the priest died, given the current situation, his connection with the church would be cut off, and he didn't even have a map of the nearby area.
After these days of understanding, he knew that this was a world where gods really existed and that divine authority was above the power of the king.
Many kings were even direct descendants of gods.
I have finally managed to get into a powerful organization, but I haven't enjoyed any privileges yet, so I still have to hold on to their thighs tightly.
He found that the priest was just in a coma at this time, his eyebrows were twisted together, his face was pale and his breathing was rapid, his body was slightly hot and still trembling slightly, as if he was in a nightmare.
He unzipped his leather armor and took out his talisman from the pocket of his shirt.
Now, he also carries with him a stack of mind-clearing talismans and three or four golden talismans.
He took out the Heart Purification Talisman and pasted it on the priest's forehead, and then took out the Golden Light Talisman and pasted it on his cheek.
Silver light flows on the Qingxin Talisman, like white moonlight.
After two or three seconds, the priest's breathing gradually became long and even, and a comfortable smile appeared on his face.
Seeing that the priest was no longer in danger, Crown took out another bottle of No. 2 holy water and poured it into him.
Only after doing all this did he have time to pick up the spoils.
These spiritual condensates that looked like large pieces of 'snowflakes' should be the materials for making spirit coins. In his spiritual perception, the materials were all flashing with a faint silver light, and some were emitting a light golden light.
The picking up work went smoothly. After strolling around the square, Crown got all the spoils and checked the status of ordinary people.
He found that most of them just fainted due to common causes, except for more than a dozen unlucky ones.
Among these people, some had bulging eyes and wide-open mouths, as if they had drowned; some had dark complexions and their facial features were twisted together by some invisible force. There was even one who actually inserted his fingers into his eye sockets.
They have one thing in common: their skin seems to be dehydrated and their hair is extremely dry and colorless, like old bacon that has been dried for a long time.
He heard from the priest that ordinary people are now considered a strategic resource, especially those who are devout in their faith and are high-quality providers of the light of faith.
Fortunately, these people did not suffer heavy casualties.
Crown returned to the priest and saw that his face had regained its rosy complexion. He took off the talisman from him and put it back in his pocket.
The golden talismans that exploded with the evil creatures had been burned out, so he didn't need to clean them up.
Seeing that things had been dealt with here, he carried Nick on his shoulders, picked up his two weapons with one hand, and returned to the church.
It's so heavy. Crown complained. The priest and his armor were not heavy, but the tower shield and the flail were really damn heavy. With his current strength, they actually hurt his arms.
He was walking towards the rest area in the backyard when he suddenly heard some noise ahead and hurried over.
. . . .
When Clown arrived, he found Geralt standing on the training ground with a sword in his hand. A few drops of green liquid slid down the sword, and the sharp sword was once again spotless and reflected the cold light.
A little girl stood in front of him with her arms outstretched.
The girl was about seven or eight years old. She was wearing a yellowed linen dress, her face was dirty, and her hair was tied up in a messy knot behind her head.
"Get out of the way," the witcher's tone was as cold as the cold wind whistling through the snow in a winter month.
The girl shook her head, her voice hoarse and difficult: "No! My father can still recognize me, please save him."
Clown saw that the girl's eyes were filled with crystal tears and her legs were shaking violently, but she still stood firmly in front of the witcher.
Behind her, a middle-aged man in his thirties squatted with a painful look on his face and his hands clenched into fists.
Because he was exerting too much force, the veins on his arms were bulging.
The crowd moved away from the people who were confronting each other, and soft discussions were heard.
"These mutated ones really should be killed. The knight with the sword just now did the right thing."
"Yes, after Smith mutated, he bit several people to death."
"Del has also mutated. He must be killed quickly."
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
"Yes."
"What's going on? Has someone mutated again?" Clown took a quick look and found several more corpses on the ground, all of which looked disgusting after mutation.
"You've come at the right time. Let the church handle this matter." The witcher pointed at the girl, "There is also a mutant one."
The white-haired man turned around and was shocked to see Crown carrying Nick. "What happened? I heard the bell and rushed out, but I found that you two had already gone out to deal with it, so I didn't follow you. Could it be that the monster has come back again?"
The demon hunter took a few steps closer: "Is the priest seriously injured?"
"The priest is fine, he just fainted due to exhaustion. There was an accident in the church square, but it was resolved. Please lend a hand and send him back to his room."
Crown threw the priest's weapon to the ground, and the ground shook slightly with a "bang".
The demon hunter nodded, carried the priest on his back and left: "You take care of the rest. I still have to go teach Alan."
As he approached the girl, Crown noticed that on the other side of the blind spot, the man's arm had several wounds deep enough to see the bone, with green tentacles growing on them. His eyes were bloodshot, but for some reason he had not lost his mind, and his body had not undergone any large-scale changes.
The girl looked up and said, "I can't let you hurt my father. He was bitten by the monster just to save me. I have already lost my mother and my brothers and sisters. I can't..."
Crown's figure flashed, and he chopped the girl on the back of her head with his knife.
When he knocked the girl unconscious, the man on the ground roared and pounced on him.
Blue lines appeared on the man's face, and two of his teeth grew half an inch longer, turning into sharp canine fangs.
With a flying kick, Crown kicked the man in the face, sending him flying seven or eight meters away.
What surprised him was that his kick without holding back at all did not even blow up the ordinary man's head.
With his current strength, it is definitely not normal.
The man rolled over a few times, stood up again, and began to rush forward on all fours.
Grabbing the girl by the back of her neck with one hand and lifting her in front of him, Crown sneered and shouted, "If you move forward, I will break her neck."
Of course he would not kill innocent people indiscriminately, but seeing that the man was still rational just now, he wanted to test whether he still had a trace of rationality at this moment.
(End of this chapter)