My different world is game mode.

If all enemies were like this guy, with obvious character weaknesses.

That would be much easier to deal with!

"call……"

Lindsay stood his ground, weapon sheathed.

He looked around and saw that the black fog that filled the dark streets was dissipating due to the death of the Arrogant Man.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

Rubble and debris were scattered on the broken stone road, and faint groans echoed among the ruins.

The streets were devastated.

Lindsay glanced at the bruised and battered Hansike.

Although the Law Knight killed the enemy with an extremely powerful attack, his body was also seriously damaged when facing the black fog.

"Go get some treatment first."

"it is good."

Hansike did not have a strong body. He dragged his heavy feet into the believers' base. The long sword in his hand was still tightly held, but it was also covered with cracks due to the battle.

Prizm, who had brought his men out, came closer.

He recognized the essence of the stranger in front of him, the young man who responded to the identity of [Apocalypse]:

"You...lu..."

"Call me Lindsay."

Lindsay waved her hand and corrected her name:

"Because of the special circumstances, I used a pseudonym. Let's go to your base first. Maybe I can be of some help."

Prizm nodded naturally and returned with Lindsay.

"..."

The scene inside the base was even more tragic than Lindsay had imagined.

The buildings destroyed by the battle collapsed inwards and became ruins. Some people were trying to dig out the bodies of their companions from the rubble. On the side, believers gathered around the makeshift treatment area, trying to stabilize the condition of the wounded with potions and weak skills. More people were silently carrying the corpses, arranging the remains of the fallen neatly together.

Lindsay paused and stared at the faces calmly.

Everyone here, whether they were the wounded, soldiers, or civilians who were collecting corpses, knew that hope had arrived, but their expressions were still filled with fatigue and despair, and no one stopped what they were doing.

This tenacious resilience left a deep impression in Lindsay's eyes.

"Prizm!"

Liz's voice came from deep within the ruins.

The believer girl was kneeling on the ground just now, with her hands emitting a faint light, healing a seriously injured believer. The believer's chest was pierced by a sharp blade transformed from black mist. At this moment, the mist dissipated, and blood continued to flow, making the injury even more serious.

"Try this on me!"

Lindsay used to be a bottle of healing potion.

The wounded in front of Liz were repairing themselves at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The girl raised her head, her face full of fatigue, but she recognized Lindsay's essence:

"Mr. Robinson, thank you..."

"My name is Lindsay." Lindsay stopped Liz's movements, "If you see it, don't say anything. Wait until it's over before rescuing it."

The girl sighed, but still chose to speak:

"The situation at the base is terrible. At least thirty people have been killed, and even more are seriously injured. Many people are in urgent need of medical treatment!"

Lindsay didn't say anything and walked straight to the injured people.

He pulled bottles of medicine from his bag and carefully treated the injured.

One of the young believers was suffering from severe pain. When he saw Lindsay, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he endured the pain:

"Thank you... thank you..."

"Don't talk nonsense, just live well."

Lindsay's tone was cold and hard, but her speech was not hurried, and her hands moved lightly and precisely.

After putting down the potion, he stood up and turned to the next wounded man.

Prizm saw all of this.

He looked at the special way Lindsay treated the wound and resisted asking about it. Instead, he said:

"Mr. Lindsay, what's the situation out there?"

"And the mark of a sinner on you."

Lindsay comforted the believer:

"Don't worry, it's all over."

……

Meanwhile, on the other side of Black Street.

As the fog dissipated, the battle here underwent a drastic change.

In the center of the square leading into Black Street, a broken statue stood alone among the rubble.

Alice stood on top of the statue, the blade in her hand still stained with the blood of the enemy.

But her opponent, the Sex-Debaucher, had now collapsed at the feet of the statue.

This awakened being with demonic charm was now covered in blood, his hands and feet were broken, but he still had a breath left.

"You...why don't you kill me?"

The voice of the indulgent was hoarse and weak, but still contained a hint of provocation:

"Are you afraid, or are you trying to show your sympathy in a false way?"

"You should understand, right?"

"As long as you kill me, your skills will be further improved."

There is no wrong version in the 6 book forum!

Alice looked down at the other person with cold eyes:

“But to do so is to completely let go of your inner self and at the same time give up your true self.”

"For power... it's not worth it."

The sensualist was stunned, then burst into a sarcastic laugh:

"not worth it?"

"The path of a sensualist is to indulge completely. The more you indulge, the stronger you become! If you are so timid, you will never be able to make any further progress."

Alice was not tempted at all.

Although she is now walking on the path of indulging her own desires, the firmness she cultivated as a righteous person in the past is still protecting her heart.

"Your desire to live is still very strong."

"I will ask you about the [Abyss School] later."

Alice ignored the lecher's taunts.

She turned slowly and walked out of the square to support her companions.

The lustful man was still struggling on the ground and cursing, but his voice was getting lower and lower until finally only the sound of his empty breathing remained.

There are many Law Knights nearby, fighting with the Awakeners of the Abyss School.

However, he lost the protection of the black fog.

With the support of the rules of the [City of Law], the former in turn completely suppressed the latter.

Alice watched along the way.

There was not even anything that required her to intervene, and she walked smoothly all the way to the Suffering Walker.

Heller stood on the ruined street.

In front of him, the Greedy Man fell to the ground, his chest dented and blood gushing from the corners of his mouth.

"If you...kill me...what will that change?"

The greedy man's voice was intermittent, and his eyes were still filled with resentment and resentment:

"The power of the abyss... can never be eradicated... past sins will be repaid..."

The ascetic did not answer.

His expression was as cold as rock. He raised his right foot and stepped down without hesitation.

"boom!"

This kick directly crushed the greedy man's head, causing the earth to tremble.

Heller flipped his sword and saw Alice walking towards him:

"You win too."

Alice nodded slightly:

"I didn't kill the lustful person. I kept him alive so I could torture him for information."

Heller sighed:

"School of the Abyss."

“I’ve never heard of these guys.”

"I'm afraid this time's election of the king of the Capital of Law will be more complicated than any other in history."

Alice just looked at what was in front of her:

"Okay, Heller, let's help others clean up the battlefield."

"Then go to Lindsay's place!"