Give Me the Name of God

There is only one first-level believer among these guards, and the rest are ordinary people. No matter how weak Manda's physical fitness is, it is impossible for them to block the way.

The negotiations were fruitless, so Manda directly showed his golden finger and cut the neck of the first-order believer. More than a dozen guards came forward to besiege him, and in the blink of an eye, one after another died.

The few remaining guards saw their situation clearly and ran away without daring to entangle. Manda rushed to the fifth room in a few steps, raised her fingers, and was about to cut off the iron lock when she suddenly felt a burning pain in her chest.

It's a danger pendant, there's danger here.

Manda didn't dare to think too much, didn't dare to look too much, and just lowered her head based on instinct.

A long sword was swept against the back of his head. Manda raised his head, only to see Yorden pointing the long sword at his nose.

"Messenger of the Messenger, what are you doing here? Are you not praying for me?"

Manda remained silent. Although the sword was less than a foot away from the tip of his nose, Manda could launch a counterattack at any time, but because of his lack of physical strength, he had to wait for the right opportunity.

"Look into my eyes and don't lie to me. Tell me who you are?" Yorden's sword edge forced into Manda's eyes. Manda took a step to the left and Jian Feng followed immediately.

His swordsmanship is very good, and he is very good at catching the opponent's movements. Seeing Manda's quick steps, Yorden smiled and said: "You are at least the second level, right? Who is your natal god?"

Manda's weak body caused Yorden to misunderstand, which was exactly what Manda wanted. He took another step to the right, deliberately slowing down his pace, waiting for the opportunity to sneak attack.

The sword edge followed him like a shadow. Although Yorden despised Manda, he did not relax his guard at all.

"From the first moment I saw you, I suspected that you were not one of Wilkins' subordinates. After entering the church, I discovered that you were not God's Punisher at all. Although I couldn't understand your language, I knew where the sentences were. , you are not using a fourteen-line prayer."

He is such a careful person, but he didn't expect that this oversight would be discovered by him. In order to pretend to be the God's Punisher, Manda specially prepared several fourteen-line prayers, but due to extreme exhaustion, he also had serious memory problems. He simply chose to talk nonsense in his native language, while also ignoring the crucial detail of fourteen lines.

"Maybe I just despise you?" Manda challenged Yorden, "I don't think you are worthy of such a formal prayer."

Yorden was not irritated, and still kept a smile on his face: "You are Monchik's subordinate, and the purpose of your coming here is to open this door. Do you think I didn't notice the scratches on the door? Is that the mark you left behind?"

Manda was shocked. He underestimated Yorden. His IQ was almost comparable to that of Cherdan. Unlike Cherdan's strong reasoning and judgment abilities, his wisdom came from the observation of details.

Yorden hooked his fingers, and several guards came over from behind him. The strength of these people was obviously different. Among them, there was one third-level and two second-level. With Manda's current physical strength, there was really no way to deal with them. .

"I can kill you at any time, but I want to know an answer. You pray in the church during the day, and you never leave the room at night. How did you find the entrance to the tunnel?" Yorden pointed out as Manda remained silent. Pointing to the iron door, "Your reinforcements came out of the tunnel soon, right? I wanted to block the tunnel before, but I thought it was too boring, so I put more than a dozen barrels of kerosene in this room. .”

While talking, a guard raised a torch, the fire light illuminated the ground, and thick kerosene flowed out along the crack of the door.

"When your reinforcements arrive, the entrance to the tunnel will automatically close. They will be trapped in the room and then burned to ashes without leaving an ugly corpse. And the group of soldiers outside the castle, I I don’t even bother to look at them. They are struggling to death and will soon turn into a pile of dirty corpses. Are you desperate? Tell me, are you scared? "

Yorden showed a ferocious smile. Manda admired Yorden's wisdom, but did not give a word of praise. He rubbed his nose as if he was about to sneeze, and an invisible thread penetrated his nostrils.

It was Worm's Worm. He was behind the iron door. Manda's reinforcements had arrived. They could hear the fighting outside the door. Fortunately, they were still calm and did not choose to hit the door directly.

With the help of silk thread, Manda conveyed a message to Worm: "Don't act rashly, wait for me to open the iron lock."

Yorden lost his patience: "Don't tell me, right? I like you quite a lot, guess what method I will use to torture you!"

As soon as the words fell, Yorden raised his sword and struck. At the same time, two second-level guards rushed over, one from the left and the other from the right.

Manda dodged Yorden's sword and killed a second-level guard with golden fingers.

Yorden was startled. He thought that Manda had no weapons, but he didn't expect that Manda could kill people with his bare hands.

Another second-level guard raised his sword and stabbed Manda. Manda cut off his sword with his golden finger. Yorden raised his sword and slashed again, but his sword stayed in mid-air.

Something wrapped around his wrist. Yorden looked at the iron door and found a vague ball of silk thread in the crack of the door.

At the moment of life and death, the old partners still have such a tacit understanding.

Manda took the opportunity to kill the second-level guard, turned around and stabbed Yorden's body with his golden finger.

With a pop, Yorden's chest was pierced, but what came out was not blood, but water.

Yorden's chest suddenly turned into water, and Manda quickly retracted her fingers. Although there was a hole in Yorden's shirt, there were no scars on his skin.

In shock, the fist of the third-level guard came over. Manda was careless and did not dodge. He was hit in the cheek by the punch. He turned around and almost fell down.

This guard was a third-level disciple of Hercules. This punch made Manda's eyes flash with stars and he almost lost consciousness.

At the same time, Yorden's right wrist turned into water, broke away from Worm's worm thread, picked up the long sword and stabbed Manda.

"There is someone behind the iron gate. His reinforcements have arrived. Burn them to death!"

Yorden gave the order, and just as the guard holding the torch was about to light the kerosene on the ground, Manda rushed forward regardless and kicked the guard's torch away.

Yorden took the opportunity to strike with another sword, but Manda turned sideways and barely managed to dodge. The third-order guard punched her again, but Manda couldn't dodge. The punch hit her ribs, and Manda almost lost her breath.

"Don't use your fists, use your sword! You don't have to stay alive!" Yorden realized that he had underestimated the enemy. The young man in front of him was definitely not only the second level, but even the third level.

The third-level guard pulled out a short sword and slashed at Manda's neck. Manda avoided the blade, and Yorden's long sword came again and stabbed Manda in the left chest.

Manda didn't dodge and went straight forward. Yorden stabbed Manda in the chest with his sword, but found that the sword missed.

This is impossible. Yorden was stunned. Could it be that he had the same skills as himself?

But this time it was not pierced into the water, but completely pierced into the air. Yorden used too much force and staggered through the left half of Manda's body. Manda took the opportunity to rush to the iron door and used his golden finger to Cut off the iron lock.