From the hot air balloon, Christine was dumbfounded as she witnessed Roland and his team killing Shank.
She even felt a cold chill down her back.
She had long known about Roland's flexible combat technique, but she hadn't expected Sif to be the same.
Watching Sif fiercely stab at the enemy's nether regions with her three-meter-long spear, Christine felt a little uneasy.
She silently vowed to reinforce the armor in certain areas in the future.
That area is not only a male weakness; even the Saintess couldn't withstand a stab there.
She observed Sif's battlefield performance clearly, strong and agile, but with the Goddess's blessing, she could fully handle...
If it were one-on-one, she had at least a fifty percent chance for victory, but Sif had Roland.
She genuinely envied Sif a little.
Roland, with quick thinking, threw out a shield, and Sif could absolutely trust Roland without the slightest doubt, instantly making the best choice.
