Seeing the hellhound roaring and chasing Carl away, Lance turned his head to look at his 'companion' beside him: "It's our turn. This mutated hellhound is much more powerful than the ordinary three-headed dog. Those people over there won't be able to hold off for long."
The person next to him was about three meters tall, with a sturdy build like a giant, and had a pair of strange horns on his head.
Dragon's followers!
Behind the two of them, there were three blasphemous beasts.
"Hehe..., if you didn't tell them, they would just have to pay with their lives. They're not important people anyway."
The giant laughed:
"Someone once said that a lean camel is bigger than a horse. This is indeed true. Even if the Holy Temple only received a little bit of the Moon Goddess's legacy, it can still cultivate first-level exotic beasts in batches. It's amazing."
Lance glanced at the blasphemous beast behind him, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "No problem."
"But I'm still not as good as you. You can actually twist the flesh, blood, and consciousness of other creatures and transform them into dragon bodies."
"The power of the 'Dragon God' is beyond our comprehension." The giant stepped forward and said as he walked:
"No matter what, it will be beneficial for both of us to join forces."
Lance narrowed his eyes.
He actually did not agree to join forces with the dragon's followers. After all, compared to other gods, the dragon who transformed all living things into dragon bodies was a real evil god.
However, in the church, he was just a nobody, he had no say and no right to express his opinion.
"call……"
A sudden gust of wind blew up ahead.
A three-headed hellhound with black flames all over its body and a size comparable to two houses came into view.
"This thing is indeed a pair."
The giant licked his lips and clenched his fists:
"Fortunately, we lured one away in advance. If it was just one, it wouldn't be difficult for us to deal with it."
"superior!"
"boom!"
Before he could finish his words, the ground beneath his feet exploded and he flew high into the air and pounced on the three-headed dog of hell.
at the same time.
Lance waved behind him.
“Swish!”
The three blasphemous beasts behind him rushed out, emitting sharp roars and extending their sharp claws and fangs.
Lance himself drew a sword and saw the opportunity to join the battle.
An adult Cerberus should have been at the third level, but its bloodline power had been suppressed for hundreds of years, and it had only just recovered to the second level of strength. Facing the second-level dragon followers and four late-stage first-level warriors, it instantly fell behind.
In a place where they did not notice, a ball of fire was quietly suspended, and inside it was a human figure formed by the flames, quietly watching the fighting in the field.
Witchcraft——Fire Giant! …………
The other side.
Carl desperately used his skills to dodge and escape frantically under the pursuit of the three-headed dog of hell.
At the same time, don’t forget to shout:
"Help me now!"
"Know."
The male novice priest looked displeased: "You should lead it further away. If it senses something is wrong and runs away, we can't afford the responsibility."
"What are you talking about?" Rachel raised her eyebrows. "Connie has already tried his best. If you have the guts, just go ahead and lead the fight yourself. Gossiping will only make people sick."
"Hmm?" The two trainee priests looked gloomy, glanced at him coldly, and then snorted coldly.
“Swish!”
“Swish!”
Under the command of the trainee priest, five blasphemous beasts pounced out one after another and rushed towards the three-headed dog of hell.
The strength of the blasphemous beasts is far inferior to that of the hellhound, but they are not afraid of life or death, nor of pain, and can exchange injuries for injuries, which are conditions that other creatures do not have.
"Bang!"
There were figures interweaving in the field.
A blasphemous beast was unable to dodge and was bitten by the three heads of the hellhound and torn into four pieces.
Take this opportunity.
Carl swung his sword, leaving a deep gash on the three-headed dog's back.
The remaining few blasphemous beasts also pounced on the hellhound, tearing its skin and flesh frantically. In the blink of an eye, it was covered with bruises and blood. The progress was quite smooth.
"roar!"
Magic attack!
The raging flames easily melted the fine iron and rocks, the cold instantly froze the giant trees, and the hurricane uprooted the trees, and the scene instantly fell into chaos.
"how so?"
Rachel, Hume and others who had just joined the battlefield were swept away before they could even make a move.
"Oops!"
The male trainee priest's face also changed drastically: "The three-headed hellhound can only spit out the black flames of hell. Only mutated species have other abilities."
They were not afraid of the spewing black flames of hell. They had made preparations before coming, but now the preparations were obviously useless.
The breath of the second-level creature is enough to be fatal to them, who are just great knights.
"roar!"
The roar was heard again in the field.
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I saw one of the blasphemous beasts being crushed after being frozen, its body scattered into pieces, and the only three remaining blasphemous beasts could no longer hold on.
"ah!"
At this moment, Carl roared to the sky, a grayish-white aura rushed out of his body, and his body turned into a sword that slashed through the air.
Ten Thousand Buddha Hands - Thirty-six consecutive strikes! He used sword techniques to perform palm prints, and his energy kept stacking up, colliding head-on with the three heads of the hellhound.
"Bang!"
Two figures, one big and one small, flew back, and a huge head was chopped off by the sword.
“So strong!”
The female apprentice knight's beautiful eyes flickered: "He just advanced to the legendary level, how can he be so strong?"
This attack directly dealt a heavy blow to the second-level three-headed hellhound.
Even though the target was injured and Carl's swordsmanship was outstanding, it was still unexpected.
"It is said that if a legend who takes blasphemous potions to advance has a physical condition that matches the blasphemous potion, his strength will increase by leaps and bounds, and he can even become a late first-level or even second-level legend in a short period of time." The male trainee priest thought thoughtfully: "It seems that Connie is one of these people, but no matter what, this is a good thing for us."
The situation just seemed to be going badly.
Although Carl's attack made him unable to fight again, it created opportunities for others.
"superior!"
soon.
After five of the blasphemous beasts were killed by the three-headed dog of hell and the others were covered in wounds, they finally defeated their opponents.
"Bang!"
The body of the hellhound fell heavily to the ground.
"Connie."
Of the four people present, Rachel, who was good at archery and at the back, was the least injured. She hurriedly supported the 'shaky' Carl and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"
"fine."
Carl waved his hand:
"Go and pull out the prisoner's tooth of the three-headed dog of hell. This thing can be exchanged for merit in the temple."
"Okay." Rachel nodded, pulled out the dagger from her waist and went over to pull out the prisoner's teeth from the corpse.
There are six pills in total, which means they can be exchanged for six portions of blasphemy potion.
Seems like a lot.
In fact, the Cerberus is a second-level creature, and exchanging it for six copies is already a loss considering its strength.
"Walk!"
Carl stood up:
"Let's go and take a look at the golden fruit tree."
"Do we still need to go there?" Rachel frowned:
"There was some noise over there just now. I'm afraid there is more than one three-headed hellhound. Besides, the golden fruit belongs to Father Lance. We won't get anything even if we go there."
"Yes!" Hume nodded with a pale face.
"Legend Connie, if you are willing to give us a prisoner's tooth, we will be satisfied. There is no need to continue to take risks to ask for the golden fruit."
"Prisoner's Teeth?" Carl chuckled and shook his head. "The potion given by the Holy Temple has a problem. It will gradually transform people until they become monsters like the one just now."
He pointed to the corpse of the blasphemous beast on the ground and said, "If you don't want to become like this in the future, you'd better go and see if there are any golden fruits over there."
"What?" Rachel and Hume's faces changed drastically: "Is there a problem with the medicine?"
(End of this chapter)