Malthus fired a deadly blood-red ray at Claire, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

Such a direct attack naturally did not have much effect on Claire, or Malthus did not expect this spell to solve Claire, who was equal to him, in one fell swoop.

He couldn't see the results of the spell, and asked with a sinister smile on his face.

"Claire, I ask you. Have you ever had a time in your life that you didn't think about it, but in retrospect you were terrified of your choice?"

He asked a stupid question that had nothing to do with the fight.

Claire countered the burst of blood, but ignored Malthus's intentions and instead unleashed the next spell.

Instead of disintegrating the necromancy with a lot of damage to the necromancy, Claire opted for a more versatile destruction spell. Because he knew that if he used a more targeted spell, then before that, Malthus would definitely change his form again.

"Hahaha!" Malthus laughed as he shot back, laughing, "Don't be so cold! I don't mean to set any traps or distract you. It's a kind reminder to remind you not to make judgments that you will regret for the rest of your life!"

"Hmph!" Claire snorted coldly, "I've already learned your ability to speak. Even in the Seat of Souls, there is a proverb to never trust Malthus. ”

"That's a big mistake! To be precise, don't trust any one of the Soul Seats! I don't know if the members of the Soul Seat trusted each other in His Majesty's time, but it's clearly not that kind of time anymore. A word of caution, even if it is a death proclamation of Nesta, I would advise you not to take any of his words seriously. How can a living person trust what the dead say? You're right?"

Claire snorted coldly, he had no intention of talking.

In the process, the treacherous and deadly battle between them continues. Unlike Charlotte's grand light and shadow effects, the spell battles on their side were not very powerful. But if a spell that works equally against non-living beings hits the slab beneath its feet, it will silently disintegrate that foothold into the most basic particles.

The two are not blindly chasing spell casting speed, but more like top chess players, playing on a chessboard where their lives are at stake.

Because of this, Claire didn't want to be distracted by communicating with him at all.

It's another round of encounters, and this time, Malthus chooses a spell that gets in the way of the type. Malthus built a wall of bones in the clearing between the two, which gave Claire a boost to his thoughts, and he thought that Malthus was likely to use the wall to make a fuss. For example, prepare spells that are very lethal but require more cast time.

Because of this suspicion, Claire didn't break the bone wall in the first place, because doing so would most likely fall into the opponent's casting rhythm. Claire is like a skilled chess player, and while figuring out Malthus's psychology, she is ready to master the most versatile means of protection among spells.

But contrary to Claire's expectations, Malthus on the other side of the bone wall didn't actually prepare any powerful spells at all, he only did three things.

One, he cast a change spell that increased his agility, second, he pressed a bracket that he had prepared, and finally, he shouted at Claire through the bone wall.

"Look! You're distracting me again. Claire, let's get back to the topic – did you do something subconsciously, only to be in retrospect and feel a pang of palpitations about your choice? Don't look at me at me, but I'm genuinely good for you, Claire. Because you don't have much time to think about it!"

As he said this, Claire could already sense that something was wrong. Then in the next second, his already pale face suddenly turned pale!

A violent explosion erupted on two other stone slabs in the middle of the lake!

Claire believes that Malthus is the least trustworthy person in the Throne of Souls, because he is an absolute egoist and the wisest person who knows how to protect himself.

In order to maximize his interests, he can sacrifice everything but himself without hesitation, and for his own safety, he can not hesitate to let go of the low-hanging fruit in front of him. How can such a contradictory and dangerous person entrust his victories and losses and interests to others?

So, in Malthus's dictionary there is no such thing as an ally at all. He believed no one but himself!

The battle was scorching, and when he noticed that the advantage that Violet had initially built was gradually eroded, Malthus realized that the time had come.

Because of mutual wariness, the mechanism of the mid-lake slab was jointly created by Malthus and Gloria. In other words, the act of supervising each other has become the result of a small trick that anyone can bury in between.

Of course, you can't use magic methods, but you can hide from the other party by physical means. Malthus, like Charlotte, knew the power of black powder, but it wasn't because of memories of his past life, but because he had obtained a more perfect recipe from underground gnomes.

One of the three actions Malthus had just done was to press the opportunity to destroy the slate in the middle of the lake. For him, all those present were his mortal enemies, and the best he wanted was for everyone but him to die here!

The slate on which he and Claire had stepped on was where Violet had been guarded before the war, and that was where Malthus was clever. Of the three stone slabs in the middle of the lake, this one was the only one in which he did not plant explosives, just to dispel Gloria and Willett's suspicions. During the battle, he deliberately guided Claire to this stone slab, choosing to press the explosion at the most anxious moment.

Now, in addition to this slate, two other slabs are exploding and disintegrating in a violent manner. Unlike the traps that were originally powered by spell energy, the explosive traps were even more violent, and the violent explosions caused the huge cavern to shake violently, sending huge waves off the otherwise calm blood lake.

In Claire's eyes, the two stone slabs next to them were like toys that had been smashed by a giant from the bottom. They were torn apart by the tremendous potential energy, and countless pieces of rubble were thrown into the air. Where those stone slabs disintegrated and shattered, the blood lake was also thrown high by the violent energy, and the viscous blood-colored liquid turned into deadly pillars of blood, bursting out from the wounds at those stone slabs.

Malthus, who had already planned his escape route, galloped all the way out of the raging lake of blood, laughing heartily and shouting to the terrified Claire from afar.

"Hahaha...... Claire, here's your chance to choose! The steady lake of blood is enraged by the power of the explosion, and the surging energy will cause the undead scourge to explode in full force within ten minutes, while your best brother remains on that crumbling stone slab. ”

"Choose!" he said, the voice faintly coming from the explosion like a demon's whisper, "you have a chance to run with me, but then you will have to watch your best brother be turned into a necronomic by this lake of blood, and you can only helplessly watch the undead catastrophe erupt in full force." What are you going to do? Claire ......."

"Malthusian ——!!!"

Claire let out a roar of hatred at the man who jumped on a carefully chosen stone slab to escape for his life!