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"It's useless. I have already received God's protection; you can't break through." Pamir didn't even bother to dodge.
He simply allowed the hidden weapons to strike him.
As expected, they did not inflict any damage.
This scene made Crow furrow his brow; the enemy's power had become too bizarre.
"Damn it, the Holy See of Brightness is indeed heretical!"
It seemed that he had to resort to his trump card.
Like Crow, a master of his caliber also had a trump card that was not often used, but now faced with such an eccentric Crusader, it seemed he truly had to use it.
Crow replaced the dagger in his hand with two new ones.
These two daggers were longer than the previous ones. Calling them daggers was an understatement; they were more like short swords.
The blades were full of incised patterns, very peculiar.
He took out two small black bottles and dripped the contents onto them.
The black liquid flowed out, following the grooves on the short swords, and quickly filled them.
