A thread is like wind; when rejected, it seems to multiply forever.

The half-Murloc warrior continued to attack, the force with which he killed each time was terrifying.

When their power reaches half, the half-murloc warrior separates from these threads and bees countless bodies.

But the true meaning of these threads is "sacred bonds", "laid" by the saints, but it is not easy to cut them.

Magic power collided with magic power, and even though the sacrificial blade didn't cut the poison, the attack on the sanctuary did no harm to the half mermaid.

However, it was still grounded and it looked as if it would be cut off otherwise, because the half-murloc warriors resisted very strongly.

But it remains to be seen how long it will last.

"God's magic potion? If you're only afraid of me, then I'm dead. In fact, there's no way to resist it. There's no chance of survival even now."

"Is this a 'possible' position?"

The half-murloc warrior dodged the attack on the temple and asked at the same time.

"Formation? Maybe."

Aria didn't understand at all, so she nodded in agreement.

"However, I don't really understand the setting, but do they have the ability to act as temple guards? Or can they prevent attacks from divine things? They are different from other fish species. "

Aria didn't seem to understand because she didn't, and she quickly abandoned the idea.

207 Elder Half Murloc

Aria seems to care more about work than thinking.

He didn't care what the half-heroes had to say, he wasn't going to waste his energy on something he didn't understand.

Because he is human, he has desires, but those desires cannot control what he wants.

His thoughts and advice can never be called curiosity.

Aria's thoughts bee clearer, and instead of looking for answers, she wants her soul back.

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