Pur did not hesitate or stop because of his previous accidental injury to Tangs. He once again swung his fist, striking toward the areas that showed obstruction during the water flow process.
His fist seed to traverse several ters of distance in an instant, yet also appeared to move normally.
"Clang!"
A collision sound rang out as a barrier that seed to isolate everything appeared, blocking Pur's punch.
Holy Magic·Sanctuary Barrier.
Compared to Divine Art·Sanctuary, the Sanctuary Barrier limited the protective range against damage, thus providing strong defensive capability against frontal physical attacks.
Most of the force was absorbed by the barrier during this process, and there was even a rebound force. Fortunately, Pur possessed the Tough Skin trait, so this rebound couldn't harm him.
A collision sound rang out as a barrier that seed to isolate everything appeared, blocking Pur's punch.
Breath flowed, and the blade changed accordingly.
No special techniques, just a basic sword swing.
When the blade struck the barrier, the force transmission reached its limit, and the spell was consequently cut open.
Spells that protect against physical attacks are inevitably interfered with by physical attacks.
Therefore, with proper targeting, the Sanctuary Barrier is just a matter of one sword strike.
Most of the force was absorbed by the barrier during this process, and there was even a rebound force. Fortunately, Pur possessed the Tough Skin trait, so this rebound couldn't harm him.
"When you fought Isabella, you would conceal your form in the illusions you used."
"So, have you truly seen yourself clearly?" Nais stood in the seawater, the water flowed past his knees but unable to significantly interfere with his movents.
"Yet in this Illusion Domain full of spatial dislocations, your presence here more resembles a kind of self-deception."
"You..."
"Do you truly believe in your heart that you can enter heaven?"
Blade clashed with blade as the petitioner angel that was originally behind the old priest now appeared before him, its sword intercepting this strike.
But following the force of Nais' blade, ripples appeared on this 'petitioner angel'.
When the blade struck the barrier, the force transmission reached its limit, and the spell was consequently cut open.
"Jacques?" Although the black lines completely enveloped it, with just one sword strike, Nais recognized the other's true identity.
Spells that protect against physical attacks are inevitably interfered with by physical attacks.
This type of swordsmanship was like a palm print, full of personal characteristics, easily recognizable to a swordsmanship expert like Nais.
"This disguise is as laughable as your self-deception."
Facing Nais' series of statents, the old priest chose to remain silent.
Because he himself actually understood that he was deceiving himself, yet admitting this would be equivalent to tearing off his final layer of fig leaf.
"You watched my battle with Isabella, right?" So instead of choosing defense, the old priest chose offense, seizing on the information revealed in Nais' words.
"You intentionally left Isabella alone at the church precisely to use her as a tester."
"To obtain more information about ."
"You are not a Saint, nor are you righteous."
"At this mont, I sll your disgusting ambition."
"Yet in this Illusion Domain full of spatial dislocations, your presence here more resembles a form of self-deception."
"Emmm, could your attacks be any stronger?" Nais listened to the old priest's words and was montarily speechless.
He had already attacked the very aning of the other's existence, yet the counterattack was just calling him a little bad guy.
But Nais also understood the reason for the old priest's attacks.
What he needed was never to break Nais' defense, but to give himself so excuse to firm up his beliefs.
This was also a kind of sophistry reasoning, which Nais was equally skilled at.
Blade clashed with blade as the petitioner angel that was originally behind the old priest now appeared before him, its sword intercepting this strike.
For the old priest it was like this - he couldn't solve his own problems, couldn't answer his wishful atonent, so he picked out Nais' issues.
But following the force of Nais' blade, ripples appeared on this 'petitioner angel'.
He who fought against evil was righteous and without error.
Its image wrapped entirely in black lines subsequently erged, yet quickly restored to its angelic appearance afterward.
They cannot accept imperfect victims, nor can they accept flawed righteous ssengers.
Unable to seek truth from facts, their minds only contain opposition relationships.
The old priest was like this now - his life was already full of leaks.
From being a fearless priest willing to sacrifice himself to save others, to a bishop who could tolerate small mistakes.
Then to a bloodstained researcher, and now wholeheartedly repentant, wanting to atone. The rightful source is NoveI(F)ire
The evolution of his life was complex.
Because of this complex and leaky life, he could only rely on opposing viewpoints to forcibly support himself.
"This disguise is as laughable as your self-deception."
Recognizing this, Nais knew this ntality was the old priest's biggest flaw.
Once his ntality collapsed, no matter how strong his power, he would enter a state of self-destruction under these circumstances.
"I judge you in the na of God!" The old priest widened his eyes and bristled his beard as another petitioner angel 'Isabella' released Divine Art·Commandnt Technique.
Because he himself actually understood that he was deceiving himself, yet admitting this would be equivalent to tearing off his final layer of fig leaf.
The Commandnt Technique was the core among them.
It had strong versatility - could be cast on oneself to accumulate power through commandnts, or cast on enemies to restrict them.
For example now, Nais felt so restriction - his movent range was limited to about ten steps.
Within a certain ti, he could only move ten steps;
after taking ten steps, he would be restricted and difficult to move.
"Hmm? The cost is that the caster cannot move either, right?" Nais looked at the old priest and quickly deduced the answer.
When Commandnt Technique is cast on enemies, the restrictions imposed co with corresponding costs to the caster.
This cost is usually strongly correlated.
Anyone with understanding could quickly guess this.
Movent restriction was also a conventional usage of Commandnt Technique.
But the old priest was quite cunning - he didn't cast it himself but through Isabella, so the casting cost naturally fell upon Isabella to bear.
Thinking of this, Nais smiled and stood still without moving, using only the sword in his hand to counter the continuously attacking Jacques.
The old priest used Nest Beast blood vessels combined with illusion magic to forcibly control Jacques and Isabella as helpers.
But he himself was not alone either.
As the barrier broke, Pur once again charged forward, preparing to attack.
Simultaneously, so dark aura had now begun floating around.
Around the previously struck-away Tangs, several magic arrays full of ominous aura had appeared.
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