Chapter 384: A Slime Afraid of Pain

Originally, Oz needed to control the thickness of the defensive shield himself in order to perfectly defend against the tornado wind scythe, but now after Oz was drunk, he began to writhe uncontrollably, and the first line of defense formed by his body naturally began to have various leaks, and the sacred barrier laid by Celent began to bear tremendous pressure.

The incessant wind scythe pierced Oz's body and slashed at the sacred barrier, causing Celent to feel exhausted. The worst thing is that his divine power is no longer enough to resist the wind scythe with the sacred barrier and protect himself from the influence of the alcoholic air.

Celent inhaled two puffs of alcohol air carelessly, which immediately made him feel dizzy with a hot heartbeat, and he quickly held his breath. Celent knew very well that if he followed in the footsteps of Zambit and the others at this time, being dismembered by the Blade would be the inevitable fate of everyone in the defensive array.

This was supposed to be the perfect time for Coughren to contribute his divine powers, and he had done so with Celent when he faced Spadel. But now Celent is sad to find that Coughren is the most unbearable of all the people after breathing the air of alcohol.

Although Katie and the others were already drunk, at least they could still struggle their eyes, and Coughlon simply slept like a dead pig, and Barnett, who could barely stand, saw that the situation was critical, and kicked him several times in the past and did not wake him up, but was whispered by Coughlon, and a bear hug crushed him under him, so that the last guy who could have provided some help was also completely intoxicated by the alcohol air.

"Cleansing!" was the only thing Celent could think of at the moment—Celrant had ignored Rebecca's warnings not to use divine magic in this alien dimension full of wind elements.

Cleansing can purify some common negative states, especially when it comes to decanting. It is said that there is a special room in the church of the Holy See in the imperial capital for those drunken nobles who have urgent matters to do.

Silent didn't know if cleansing was effective against a rare beast like a slime, but he knew from the books Bishop Flon had given him that slimes were almost always extremely resistant to some kind of magic, but had no resistance to the magic that was counterproductive.

All Sellant can pray now is that Oz is not the best of the kind who is extremely resistant to divine magic, but has no resistance to dark magic.

After Sellant released a cleansing on Oz, he stared at Oz's body with some nervousness, hoping to see something in the changes in his body.

Luckily, the Lord of Light didn't seem to abandon his most devout believer, and after a barely noticeable shudder emanated from its amber body after a cleansing spell with a holy glow fell on Oz, Celent noticed that it had lightened a little.

It worked!!

Celent found that it was already very difficult for his divine power to continue to support the sacred barrier, unless he could ruthlessly drain Alfie's life force. In desperation, Celent could only barely support the sacred barrier, while throwing the cleansing spell on Oz, while moving quickly in the defensive array, kicking the guys who were drunk from breathing Oz's wine burp one by one to the polar ice bear Esbill, and then narrowed the defensive range of the sacred barrier, only protecting Esbill in it.

After doing all this, Celent breathed a sigh of relief, after the scope of the divine barrier was reduced, he could save a lot of divine power, and now the competition was endurance, to see if his divine power was consumed first, or if Oz could come to his senses first.

The situation is currently in a delicate stalemate, and now Celent is maintaining the sacred barrier while unleashing the Cleansing Technique, which is equivalent to double the consumption, but fortunately, the tornado outside has been affected by something, and the wind scythe emitted has begun to slow down, which makes Celent barely able to support it.

The current situation is not bad!Celent calculated how little divine power he had left, and compared the speed at which Oz's body color changed, he felt that he could hold out for a long time. Divine magic seemed to work very well on Oz, and Celent felt that it shouldn't be a problem to at least hold on until the temporarily drunk people woke up to help.

However, Celent was obviously a little too optimistic, and he ignored one point, that is, Oz would also be afraid of pain! When the wind sickle first left a scar on Oz's body, Oz had already felt discomfort, but under Katie's order, it did not dare to make the shield miss because of the pain, and could only adjust its body shape to minimize this pain.

Later, due to the anesthetic effect of alcohol, the pain caused by the wind sickle no longer affected Oz, which made Celent unaware of this.

Under the effect of Celent's cleansing, Oz's wine slowly woke up, which made it sober, and the anesthetic effect of the alcohol also disappeared, and the pain returned to it. At this time, Oz's body could be described as fragmented under the continuous attack of the wind sickle, and when the pain reappeared, the pain it suffered can be imagined.

A silent fluctuation emanated from Oz's trembling body and passed into Celent's ears, and although the throbbing was silent, it also allowed Celent to feel Oz's pain.

Celent found that Oz's originally elastic body suddenly began to harden and crystallize, as if it had instantly condensed from a liquid state to a solid state, and the entire defensive shield seemed to have turned into a huge glass cover.

Becoming in this state seemed to ease Oz's pain, but the change made Oz's self-healing ability disappear. The wind sickle, which could easily penetrate its body, struck its body at this time, leaving only white scratches.

It turns out that Oz's knee-jerk choice is obviously not wise, and this kind of hard-hitting defense is far less effective than Oz's elastic state.

The price of Oz's body crystallization is that when the wind sickle hits the same position one after another, no amount of hard shell can block such an impact and be shattered. Moreover, Celent found that at this time, the attack method of the tornado seemed to have changed again, and it was no longer a simple wind scythe form, but had become a violent impact of various chaotic wind elemental energy.

In the blink of an eye, countless tiny cracks appeared in the defensive shield of Oz's hard body, and the perfect defensive shield that had been constructed by relying on its semi-liquid and semi-solid elastic body characteristics at the beginning became useless.