Chapter 24

Mr. tank didn't know what had happened before. At the moment when rolle came out of the sword, he was affected by the majestic pressure, and the whole person fell into a dull state.

When he regained his mind, he looked at the empty streets around him and asked a little puzzled:

"Where's the monster? Where's the big monster?"

"I chopped him to death."

Rolle replied.

Mr. tank took a breath and said with emotion:

"The fourth order strong man is so terrible!"

"Well, stop talking nonsense and save the doctor."

The doctor is not dead yet, but he is in a very, very bad state, but fortunately, he still keeps a little sober. He points to a direction weakly and says weakly:

"Medicine... Cold storage..."

Rolle hurried to look for it. He really found the entrance of an underground cold storage in a pool of ruins and asked the tank to carry the doctor.

The doctor then directed them to find three red, yellow and blue reagents in the cold storage and stir them in a beaker to turn them into a pool of dark green and bubbling viscous liquid.

The doctor managed to raise his hand.

"No, Dr. Wesley, is it really drinkable?"

Rolle frowned and smelled the pungent smell of paraquat. He asked with great worry.

"Are you... Or am I..."

Rolle had to pour the glass of liquid into the doctor's mouth.

"I'd rather die than drink this shit."

Mr. tank said seriously.

Miraculously, after the doctor drank the pesticide like liquid, his face began to improve gradually, and even his speech became clearer.

"This is just... Clinical trial... Stage... Later... Sugar will be added..."

At this time, are you still worried that the patient won't take medicine?

They left the cold storage, found a relatively complete house, settled the doctor, and then went out to search and rescue other survivors.

When they finished searching the neighborhood where the church was located and went to the neighborhood to help, a snake neck flying dragon with a slender neck flew into the night sky, and a burly figure in black armor jumped down from his back.

He fell directly in the middle of the previous battlefield. He looked around and confirmed that there was no danger before he took off his helmet and showed an old face.

He is the old legendary strongman of the Empire, Rolle's idol in his youth, and master anheim with the title of "master of the sword".

"Am I late? Was the demon annihilated by Bishop Wesley? I didn't expect that he was so strong in the field of combat besides his outstanding contributions in the academic field?"

Anheim first carefully examined the various traces left on the battlefield, then closed his eyes, dispersed his perception, and carefully tasted the power fluctuations that had not completely dissipated in the battlefield.

Through these details, he can restore the general situation of the battle in his mind.

At this time, several soldiers of the town garrison also rushed to the scene. When they saw the legendary master anheim, their eyes lit up and wanted to go up to chase the stars.

Anheim quickly motioned them not to move, and then continued to build a battle scene in his mind.

When the battle scene was almost restored, he opened his eyes again, his face became very solemn, and whispered:

"How strong! Both sides are..."

"This demon must be the son of an evil god. The danger is 8 or 9?"

The Empire divided the devil into 10 levels of danger, with level 10 being the highest. The offspring of evil gods, as the apex of the devil, is also level 8.

The danger level of 9 means that the official suggests that the Crusade should be carried out under the leadership of several eighth order legends and ninth order saints.

Fortunately, they are extremely rare.

"Which Saint did it in time? If it weren't for him, there would be a disaster."

"But why can't I feel the wave aftertaste and residual authority of the strong hand? It's too strange. Can someone really control his power to that level?"

Anheim analyzed it, walked to a half cut wall, gently stroked a residual sword mark on it, and his face showed deep shock and awe.

In his heart, he set off a huge wave.

This sword mark is only as long as a finger and very shallow, but it is the only hand mark left in the whole scene.

Anheim roughly calculated the height and body shape of the monster and knew that it was a giant. According to common sense, when fighting with this monster, it must leave a lot of traces and cause greater damage to the environment.

However, the strong man who shot left only such a short and shallow trace, which means that his strength was hardly wasted and all played to the blade.

This is the ultimate control and use of power.

Strictly speaking, this is a realm that cannot be touched by human theory. It is somewhat contrary to common sense and subverts the three outlooks.

"It's incredible, no... it's amazing!"

"Is this really the realm that human beings can reach? Is it the realm that swordsmanship can reach? Or is it some powerful holy thing that has not been included by scholars?"

Anheim preferred the latter judgment, but he carefully broke down the brick with the sword mark, carefully put it away, and planned to take it back for careful understanding and taste.

If you can understand something, you may be expected to try to hit the next level at the end of your life.

After putting away the bricks, he turned his head and looked at the soldiers who were still pestering in place, scolding angrily and laughing:

"Why are you staring at me, a bad old man? Why don't you go around and check?"

"Where is bishop Wesley? I need to meet him."

The soldiers woke up like a dream and hurried away.

But before long, a scream came from an alley in the distance.

Anheim heard the sound and rushed to see a soldier through his forehead by a slender tentacle

But he didn't die. His body moved like a string puppet. With that strange smile on his face, he staggered towards anheim.

There was a piece of meat crawling around the back of his head, and more and more tentacles came out from behind him like poisonous snakes.

The second sword of ror mending Dao, affected by the durability of weapons, didn't play perfectly, leaving a piece of meat that missed the net.

"Huh? It's just fragments. I'm an old bone. I should be able to handle it."

Anheim drew out his sword and greeted him.

After a fierce battle, the demons trying to recover were completely wiped out.

But anheim also paid a heavy price. His left shoulder, lower abdomen and right thigh were pierced by tentacles and bleeding.

Those brave soldiers who came to help also died bravely

"Hoo ~ Hoo ~ it seems that I'm... Really too old..."

"Hoo ~ is this the real horror of... Danger 9? It's just... Fragments..."

Anheim gasped and found that he could not imagine the mysterious strong man who had finished facing the demon.