Bang! Bang!

Wright didn't have time to think about it, and at the moment when the long sword was about to touch his chest, he hurriedly changed his body, dodged to the right, and picked up the gun in his hand to counterattack.

Under the cold breeze, the bullets from the pistol rushed straight towards Klinyin's face with the wind.

But Wright knew that the Klinyin in front of him had a powerful magical source that he longed for but could not reach, and these bullets could only slow down his attack, and could not give him much of a counterattack.

Just as the bullets were about to hit Klinyin's smiling face, the blue magic power flashed in front of his eyes again, and the three bullets dissipated into the air as if swallowed by the distorted space, leaving not even a trace.

"Stop!" Clinyin shouted.

Originally, Wright wanted to take advantage of this attack to pull his body apart, take advantage of the situation to widen the distance, and then choose to smear oil on the soles of his feet and escape directly along the deserted street.

But when he saw the blue ball of light surging in Klinyin's hand, his legs trembled slightly, and when a trace of fear crossed his heart, he couldn't move as if he had been poured into lead water.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Wright asked, a little frightened, but his hands were still on the pistol, aimed at the Clint in front of him.

"I said I was going to make you feel my power and send you to hell with my own hands. But that doesn't mean I want you to die. We are all people who seek the origin of this world, but you are only a mortal, and you cannot find even a trace of divinity in you. So, I'm more interested in putting you to a test. Klinyin said, swinging the sword in his hand into the air a few lengths in a manner reserved for a swordsman, and then took it back to his chest.

erected.

"Testing, it's not life-threatening, right? Wright breathed a sigh of relief, and by the way, he tested the beads of sweat with his hand that almost reached the corners of his eyes.

"No, it's not. Klinyin replied with a hint of evil:

"Tests are tests, and sending you to hell also has a deep understanding. If you can't survive the test, then your soul will be consumed by the abyss and enter the underworld. Of course, in the eyes of humans, entering the underworld means death. However, in the eyes of the gods or demigods, entering the underworld is nothing more than pulling consciousness into a long void. If you discover divinity during this time, you still have a chance to come out. So, use all your strength to take this test. Klinyin said, mobilizing the demonic power of his whole body again, pouring into the blue ball of light in his hand.

"Wait. Wright interrupted, trying to delay time in words, if Timod Hosammon, who was observing the meteorite on the sidelines, found out about his disappearance, he would definitely follow the traces to find here.

He used himself as a decoy, albeit a decoy full of unknown dangers.

"I can accept one of your questions, just one. Klinyin said, taking a half-step back, his right foot just on top of a mottled stone brick.

"You just said that gods and demigods, right, then I want to ask you if the meteorites here are related to gods, or," Wright swallowed and continued:

"Is it related to the dragons?"

"Dragons. Klinyin repeated, and Wright could clearly see an eerie emotion in his eyes.

That's a mixture of shock and disbelief.

"I can tell you for sure," Klinyin said, still composed.

"There's some truth to your guess. I have dragon blood in me. Of course, this is more or less, and you have to wait for you to have the qualifications to talk to me. I once woke up from the fog and found a way to the cold in the midst of the fire. Thankfully, I found it, and here I am, waiting for the Nightmare Call of the Creator. Of course, you don't have to ask me what these are, and when I see that you have qualities in you that are worth listening to, I will tell you them all. But now I'm going to do two things to you. Klinyin took a half-step forward and stepped out of the stone bricks.

"What two things?" Wright wondered, muttering inwardly.

"First of all, it's this. Klinyin barely managed to squeeze out a smile, and with a sharp squeeze of his left hand, he popped the water balloon that had just condensed the blue light.

Then, with the graceful twist of his left hand, a light as thin as a silk thread struck straight towards Wright.

Wright tried to dodge, but he found that the speed of the light was beyond his realization, but the target was not on him.

Boom!

After a dull pop, Wright's revolver turned into a pile of scrap metal in front of him, shattering into a pile of tiny slag as if it had been crushed by a powerful machine, with no possibility of repair.

For a moment, many words flashed through Wright's mind, as well as some words of prayer in the face of mysterious powers, but when he finally spoke, they all converged into two words:

"Powerful. ”

"No, that's the rule. Klinyin said, and a blue source of magic power surged out from his left hand again.

Suddenly, the air around him seemed to begin to stagnate.

After two or three seconds, this stagnation was broken by an even deeper demonic source force, and Wright looked closely, and Klinyin's left hand actually "dug out" a void space in the air.

In the hole that glowed with purple light, mixed with the wind and the surrounding air currents swirling inward, Klinyin pulled out an equally ancient long sword.

It seems to have been made by the same craftsman as the one in his hand.

"I'm going to start a duel with you that represents the ancients. Klinyin said, retracting all the magic source power, breathing a sigh of relief, and threw the long sword in his left hand directly to Wright.

"I studied swords, but it was just as a hobby. Wright said, obviously, in a sword-to-sword duel, he should not have a better chance of winning than a pistol and a longsword duel.

Although it's a little stronger than the duel between the demon source forces.

But I just don't have faith.

"The representative of this era is industry, to put it bluntly, the machinery that is constantly running. It's as if this world is just a very sophisticated machine. The civilization created by mankind has developed into a new dimension, and almost everyone is throwing away those old things. But the power of the magic source is different, with this kind of power from the depths of the universe, we can stand on the same running line, or the same era to duel. Klinyin explained, dropping his sword down and hanging on the ground.

"Is it like the battle of honor between knights in the Middle Ages as claimed by the Crustian Empire?" Wright was amused, but the reality was that he couldn't laugh at all.

"No, you don't have that power. If you use the magic source power, no matter how strong your physical fitness is, you will fall into disadvantage. We're not going to have an equal showdown. I won't use offensive magic, you can use any magic power, or bless your sword, or strengthen your body, that's fine, if you pass the test, I may be able to tell you some mysterious secrets and guide you into the world of the gods. Isn't that what you've been looking for? You have the carved marks of an Imperial soldier on your body, and I'm sure you won't disappoint me. Klinyin said, picking up his sword and making a fighting gesture.

"I'm going to win. Wright said firmly, looking at the light blue sword carved with the dragon picture in his hand, he took a deep breath, and recalled in his mind the swordsmanship he had learned before, but had not practiced for a long time, and also made a fighting gesture.

"I guess I should have chosen to strike first. By getting the head start, I was able to gain more advantages. Wright thought to himself, and a faint demonic power gradually poured out of his hands.

Wright, who also belongs to the water system magic source power, is much gentler when used.

The long sword in his hand only formed a faint, imperceptible layer of frost, and these water-based demonic powers acted on his body, bringing him as much as possible the blessing of his body's agility and the recovery power that he was about to be able to use.

"Timing. Wright thought silently, clenched his sword in both hands, and rushed forward.

Poop!

The sound of metal clashing spread outward with Wright's first-round attack.

But that's all there is to it.

Wright's sudden attack towards Klinyin's heart was detected by Klinyin, and for a moment, the two long swords crossed together, forming a brief stalemate.

"Hah!" Klinyin roared, and quickly exerted force in his hand, ejecting Wright's long sword outward.

Then, after a brief exchange of offensive and defensive positions, he chose to lower his position and slid to the right, finding a small gap in Wright's move and stabbing tentatively towards his body.

Poop!

Another metallic clash slashed, and although a little embarrassed, Wright's sword still held off Klinyin's onslaught.

And taking advantage of the time difference between Klinyin's moves, he relied on the advantages of physical fitness and magic source power to jump back lightly and distance himself from Klinyin.

"Distance is not safety, it can be dangerous. Klinyin said mockingly.

After choosing to drag the sword to the ground, he hesitated for two seconds, used the highest speed of his body, and attacked again in the direction of Wright.

"It's as fast as a cannonball. Wright smiled bitterly in his heart.

He didn't expect that the Klinyin in front of him, who was about his height and seemed to be much thinner, would be able to burst out at such a speed in a short period of time, almost like a light, and after flashing in front of his eyes, he would appear in front of him.

And, of course, the sword in his hand.

Phew!

With only two barely parryed blocks, Wright's sword was bounced off the ground in a third attack aimed at his heart, and after cutting through the air in an ungraceful arc.

Although he was still trying to adjust his position to escape, Klinyin's foot slammed into his abdomen, and the huge pain and the threat of the long sword hanging above his head made him trampled under Klinyin's feet, and he was lying on his back.

"I think you should admit one thing. Klinn made a voice that symbolized a dark monster.

And, he stuck his sword next to Wright's ear, pressing his body down as much as he could, one leg half-kneeling to one side and the other against his abdomen.

In the absence of a significant height difference, this behavior can give Wright as much of a sense of oppression as possible.

"Your test is not a success. So, on behalf of the gods, I will send you to the underworld for a short time, and I hope you will learn more about it there, now. Klinyin said, squinting at Wright, drawing his sword with both hands, and stabbing straight at Wright's not-so-spacious chest in a half-kneeling position.