Zhao Xi, who officially stepped into the corridor, felt his body warm up for a moment, this corridor seemed to be completely different worlds from the wilderness outside, without the cold and dead silence of the wilderness, full of pleasant warmth.

The entire hallway looked less like a pile of piles and more like a long boulder that had been hollowed out of the middle and stuffed into the dark mountains.

As for why Zhao Xi didn't think it was a tunnel dug by someone in the mountains, because Zhao Xi had touched the same black stone wall as the mountain range on the way here, and when Zhao Xi touched it, there was a shivering cold coming from his fingers, which was completely different from the feeling of this warm corridor.

Only then did Zhao Xi pay attention to the murals on both sides of the corridor.

A woman in a rich gown with a discernible face reached out and touched the head of the man in coarse cloth who knelt before her. All kinds of beasts carved around, the beasts around are jumping, cheering, celebrating this scene.

The second mural depicts a man in armor leading an army into the darkness ahead, surrounded by civilians in the middle of the road.

In the third act, the man leads an army to fight various deformed monsters in the dark ruins, and behind the deformed monster is a three-headed black dragon that emits an ominous black mist.

The main head of the black dragon was spewing black flames, the left head was bleeding and tearing, and the right head was a large delicate and bright red flower growing from its mouth. The scales of the huge body seemed to be constantly falling off and reborn, and the black mist formed tentacles that seemed to envelop Zhao Xi.

"Damn!" Zhao Xi hurriedly stepped back and looked at the mural again, the black mist stayed on the mural well, it seemed that everything just now was Zhao Xi's hallucination.

"It's really evil. Zhao Xi felt that if he was caught by the black mist just now, the result would definitely not be good.

Zhao Xi shook his head and quickened his pace to the next mural.

The fresco below depicts a man bowing to a cleric who places a crown on the man's head, surrounded by an army and nobles dressed in ornate costumes.

The final fresco depicts an elderly man kneeling on the castle in the same position as the first fresco on the top floor, without the woman whose face he could not see clearly.

Zhao Xi finished reading the mural, touched his chin, thought a little and said, "The king's history of fortune has the taste of the divine power of the king." ”

"But this kind of thing shouldn't be placed in the most conspicuous place for people to see, how can it be hidden in this place where the bird doesn't. Zhao Xi was full of doubts, but he couldn't get an answer.

As you continue to walk, the continuous frescoes disappear, and the promenade behind you is carved with a variety of races and animals.

As Zhao Xi gradually approached the end of the corridor, Zhao Xi did not smell the smell of dirt and grass that he expected, but the thick smell of blood, not the rancid stench of black blood that Zhao Xi had slashed monsters along the way, but the disgusting smell of normal blood.

Zhao Xi's body, which had been slightly relaxed, suddenly tensed, drew out his long sword, and began to slowly lean forward.

The scene in front of Zhao Xi gradually became clear, at the end of the corridor was a circular hall, the hall was surrounded by carved swords and scepters, war horses and soldiers, priests and nuns, and the top floor of the rotunda was carved with three pairs of white wings of a female angel, the angel's hands were in the shape of a heart on the chest, and the light source of the hall was here, always exuding a soft light, providing light for the hall.

It's sacred, right, but at the exit of the rotunda opposite Zhao Xi, there was a man slumped red with blood.

The man was wearing tattered armor, and his body was densely covered with wounds, the deepest wound seemed to cut open the man's stomach entirely, but it was hastily bandaged by the man, and the blood that flowed from under the man's body slowly condensed into a small puddle in the middle of the hall, and the disgusting bloody gas emanated from here. If it weren't for the slight heaval in the man's chest, Zhao Xi would definitely think he was dead.

At this time, Zhao Xi's mind appeared with the man's information:

Bert Anjou (Seriously Injured) – Purple Commander

Race: Human-god hybrid

Level: LV: 8 (Critical Injury)

Class: Grand Knight

Strength: 15

Dexterity: 14

Physique: 15

Spirit: 13

Perception: 15

Talent: Divine Bloodline (Unusable)

Introduction: The Great Knight, who wasn't supposed to be here, seems to want to find out what his mission is after being seriously injured.......

Zhao Xi's scalp was numb directly after reading this attribute, how can this be beaten? The attribute of complete crushing, although it is said that the attribute of the knight who was lost before is also higher than Zhao Xi's attribute, but how can they have a brain, it is completely instinctive, although this person looks seriously injured and dying, but the information given by the system is completely sanity!

Zhao Xi pulled out his hair in a hurry, obviously hope is right in front of him, what's the matter with such a powerful boss, plot killing!

Zhao Xi almost turned his head back angrily, wanting to find a place in the wilderness to brush up to the old age and then come back to fight him to the death, this may be possible in the game, not to mention that the monsters along the way have been killed by Zhao Xi, even if there is, the only food he has left is enough for him to upgrade a few levels.

Zhao Xi took a deep breath, took out a bottle of healing potion from his backpack, and took the potion in his mouth, afraid that he would suffer if he didn't have time to drink it for a while.

Wiping the sweat from his palms on his clothes, Zhao Xi turned straight and stepped into the rotunda.

When Zhao Xi stepped into the hall, Bert Anjou's closed eyes had already opened, staring at Zhao Xi deadly, as if he wanted to see Zhao Xi inside and out.

Neither of them spoke, Zhao Xi just stared at Bert in front of him, for fear that Bert would appear in front of him in the next second, and he would be killed with a sword.

Bert's face slowly became a little elusive, and he was about to say something, but he coughed violently, and coughed for a while before stopping. When he looked up at Zhao Xi again, his eyes were only cold.

The blood flowing on the ground began to flow back into Bert's wounds, and Bert's face gradually became rosy, and the wounds on his body began to heal gradually.

When Zhao Xi saw this scene, he thought of the killing intent in Bert's eyes just now, and he didn't understand what Bert wanted to do next, so he exerted his legs and rushed directly towards Bert, the steel sword blade in his hand glowed with starlight, and directly slashed at Bert's head.

"Ding!" I saw Bert take out a long sword from behind him with his left hand to resist Zhao Xi's attack, no matter how Zhao Xi exerted his strength, the long sword in his hand couldn't advance a little further.

"This is the hope we have been waiting for thousands of years?" said Bert coldly, "and this is the result of thousands of years of incognito?"

A huge force came from the long sword in Bert's hand, which picked Zhao Xi aside and slowly stood up.

"It's just you! I've only been in contact with knight training for three months, and I'm better than you!" As soon as Bert's voice fell, he rushed directly towards Zhao Xi,

There was another crisp sound, and the long swords of the two were put together again, Bert held the sword in one hand, and clenched his fist with the other hand and hit Zhao Xi's lower abdomen directly.

Although Zhao Xi saw Bert's movements, he didn't have time to stop it, Bert was faster than him, more powerful than him, and it was already very difficult to hold Bert's one hand with both hands, let alone split one hand to resist this attack.

Zhao Xi swallowed the potion in his mouth directly, and at the same time, his body also turned to the side to barely dodge this attack.

Seeing this, Bert only showed a mocking smile on his face, but his fist was still not slow, and it hit Zhao Xi's lower abdomen hard.

The sharp pain from the lower abdomen directly made Zhao Xi's eyes darken, and he directly knelt on the ground and curled up together.

Seeing this, Bert did not pursue, but the disdain on his face grew.

"Combat ability is not good, combat experience is not good, why are you worthy of our family's sacrifice!Why are you called the foundation of the world by the ancestors!" Bert kicked away the long sword that had fallen to the side and yelled, and at the same time, Bert's eyes became redder and redder, and began to gradually glow red.

When Bert's eyes were red light, the light cocoons on the heads of the two began to fall with the ups and downs, some of the feathers slowly merged into Zhao Xi's body, and some of them entered Bert's body, making the red light in Bert's eyes not as bright as at the beginning.

Zhao Xi slowly relieved his breath, listening to Bert's arrogant words, as soon as his anger came out, his body seemed to start pouring out stronger strength, and he shouted.

"You're talking about a hammer in your self-righteousness!"

Zhao Xi got up and pulled out a long sword from the air with both hands, and slashed directly at Bert in front of him, Bert still used the long sword in his hand to resist, but both the speed and strength of the sword were increasing, and even the speed was one percent faster than himself.

"I was playing a game at home so badly, and suddenly I was thrown in this place where birds don't!"

"I've almost been killed by monsters several times, not to mention, I can't even find a bite to eat!"

"I finally saw some hope, and I still want to be beaten by you, and I still have to listen to you?"

"What's your family, your family, why do I eat your house and drink your house? Who owes you anything?"

"Come up with Sima face, hit people in Sima face, and talk with a special Sima face. ”

"I haven't talked to you about my grievances, are you forcing you to force your horse here?"

Every time Zhao Xi scolded the long sword in his hand, he slashed at Bert, the blade of each sword carried the power of starlight, and when the last sword was cut out, the long sword in Zhao Xi's hand was already broken.

At this time, Zhao Xi's spiritual power had been used up, and the labor pain in his brain and the qi in his stomach had already made Zhao Xi's eyes begin to be bloodshot.

When Bert forced back Zhao Xi's last sword, he was already trembling with anger and shouted.

"Enough!"

Zhao Xi looked at Bert, with a hideous smile on his face, the knight's Yu Ze appeared in the palm of his left hand, crushed it, threw the long sword that was about to be scrapped with his right hand, and pulled out a long sword in the air.

"Enough for your horse!" Zhao Xi scolded loudly. Rush to Bert again.