Chapter 1319 Taboo in Front of the Hall

"Attention, this thing seems different from before."

A sudden change occurred, and while Reginald's blood was spraying out, Amira, who was watching, showed considerable fearlessness in the face of danger, as well as non-combat attributes.

As she shouted a reminder, familiar patterns gathered on her body and were projected onto Reginald.

The blood flow in the shocking wound on the latter's neck slowed down instantly, and even fine granulation sprouted.

Healing abilities that have been demonstrated once before.

Her reaction was quick, but it was obvious that her attack methods were extremely lacking.

Otherwise, there is a high probability that the contamination will be dealt with first, and then the injury will be dealt with.

In Reginald's situation, simple treatment is of little significance.

"Don't worry about the wound for now, the sensation in the covered area... has been completely deprived."

The injury obviously made it much more difficult for Reginald to speak, and he even sounded a little leaky.

"good."

Amira didn't waste any time. A more familiar pattern quickly formed on her hand, and a warm excitement spread outward.

Fu Qian recognized it at a glance. This was the first psychological counseling he had ever received in the confession room.

Turns out, this stuff doesn't even just work on humans.

As the turbulence passed by, the fluid on Reginald's body actually slowed down its spread, and even the tearing at the back of his neck stopped.

Seizing this opportunity, the bright traces that Reginald had condensed just now reappeared, and the familiar lead flame light finally ignited.

When the bite on the back started again, and he almost fell down due to loss of consciousness, the metallic flames on Reginald's body had been successfully pulled into a snake.

The next moment, the long snake raised its head and prepared the dirt on its back, biting it hard.

boom!

With the familiar oriole behind him, the familiar explosion, and the almost replicating fire ball, Reginald stumbled out.

His back was already a mess, and the only comfort was that the pungent-smelling viscous fluid shrank significantly under the impact.

However, it was not completely freed, and the entire right calf was still tightly wrapped.

Reginald was not too panicked, the situation was much better than before, not to mention there was a field doctor here, so exchanging injuries for injuries was not unacceptable.

ah--

However, just when he was planning to live together again, he heard the doctor's scream.

Looking around, I saw a well-dressed middle-aged lady using her hands and feet to wrap her body tightly around Amira's back.

However, he did not bite the latter's neck with his teeth. What caused Amira to scream was the black hair like steel needles that grew all over the latter's body.

As if wearing a bear hunting suit, the black hair used amazing penetrating power to pierce Amira's palms, shoulders, neck, and even chest, leaving her riddled with holes in the blink of an eye.

The attacker was originally one of the many onlookers.

The evaluation just now was correct. There was more than one problem. The mutation on her body clearly belonged to some kind of special pollution.

After the silent outburst, the woman was obviously very good at picking targets and directly attacked the healer.

The situation became tense again.

Witnessing this scene, Reginald hesitated for a second, unsure whether he should continue to choose to target his legs.

Fortunately, this entanglement was resolved in an instant. The next moment, a broad sword burning with flames split the bear hunting lady into two silky halves with an indestructible attitude.

It’s actually the hunter Simon who has gone and returned!

Seeing the powerful church members falling from the sky, Reginald was overjoyed for a moment.

On the latter's broad sword, the pattern formed by the condensed lead flames seemed to have changed.

Amira, who was covered in the attacker's blood, was so nervous that she did not wait for the subsequent explosion.

This new pattern seems to bring pure sharpness to the broadsword.

As soon as this conclusion emerged in the minds of Amira and Amira, the hunter Simon proved it again.

After giving priority to ladies, he turned around and swung his sword again with great smoothness.

Reginald's right calf and knee were instantly cut off.

"Treat him."

After speaking to Amira, Simon raised his sword and prepared his right foot without even looking at the stumbling Reginald.

The severed leg was instantly wrapped in the revitalizing fluid.

The latter even condensed at the incision, pulling out a new limb bit by bit.

Within a few seconds, the severed foot firmly stepped on the ground again.

And connected to it is a silhouette that looks very similar to Reginald.

As soon as the latter appeared, Reginald, who had just been supported by Amira, straightened up and made the same movement.

"Your Majesty Reginald?"

Amira realized that something was wrong and immediately used the healing technique again. However, while the blood flow of the injured leg was stopped, Amira still did not respond.

The feeling just now was correct, this thing was indeed different.

The "imitation" Reginald seems to have completely become a puppet that reflects its movements.

As soon as this thought occurred, Amira noticed that Reginald's body twitched violently.

Looking up, sure enough, the body formed by the fluid had been cut in two by Simon.

However, the latter was obviously not that easy to eliminate. The body cut into two halves merged back together in the blink of an eye.

It even seemed to be stimulated by the injury, and honeycomb-like, densely packed holes quickly appeared on it.

The body also grew in size, swelling several times in an instant.

But Simon opposite it did not take this opportunity to attack. Instead, he lowered his head and looked at the broad sword in his hand, his expression a little dull.

Under the sword just now, the surface of this holy weapon was actually stained with strands of black fluid, and even the traces of lead flames were being swallowed and covered.

Not only is it different, this thing is much scarier than before, as if the essential source of pollution is projected onto it, making it quite difficult to deal with.

Realizing that he might not be able to deal with what was in front of him, Simon had no intention of backing down and raised the profaned broadsword again.

However, what makes people's breath stop is that the giant body opposite him actually made the same movements as him, and even an irregular sword slowly took shape in his hand...

"Rat!"

Just as this extremely oppressive scene was impacting people's hearts, a loud shout came from above.

Before anyone could realize this, they looked up and saw a burly figure far larger than an ordinary person falling from the sky.

Amidst the violent trampling sound, the black fluid body was directly trampled to the ground and splashed in all directions.

When the mud settled, under the gaze of many dull eyes, the figure who was sitting firmly on the pulpit casually flicked a fragment the size of a fingernail to the ground and snorted coldly.

"How dare you look at me levelly."