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Now there is no moon, but there is fog.

In the thick white mist, a blood-red streamer pierced the sky, like a dream, magnificent and gorgeous.

The assassin in the dark never expected that Chen Nuo, who was on the verge of defeat, would be able to keenly capture where she was hiding, knowing that her skills of concealing aura were second to none among assassins, only slightly inferior to the mysterious first mountain elder.

But surprise is surprise, the immediate priority is to dodge this god-like shot, judging from the magic fluctuations faintly emanating from gaeblog, she has no doubt that if she is stabbed to the vital point, it is estimated that there is only one way to die.

But even Gilgamesh relied on the Blazing Sevenfold Ring to hard-connect the Thrusting Death Spear, so what did the Assassin dodge it?

Without Artoria's intuition at the top of the Heroic Spirit, the Assassin felt that there were spear shadows everywhere in front of her, and the blood-colored streamers seemed to cover the entire world, and no matter where she dodged, the sharp tip of the spear would pierce her fragile body as expected.

The gun has arrived, but the sound has not arrived.

By the time the crackling sound rang through the sky, the Assassin could already feel the tearing sensation of the sharp spear piercing through the skin.

The pain grew from small to severe, and her delicate skin cracked open like paper, revealing the pink muscles underneath and oozing droplets of blood as delicate as cherry blossoms.

At the critical moment, the Assassin's resentment suddenly erupted, she was unwilling to fail here, she still had many unfinished wishes, and she had not yet felt the warm feeling from her mother's body again.

Her body rises upwards against the laws of physics.

It was only ten centimeters away, but it saved her life.

The spear pierced through her left rib, sending a fluttering cloud of flesh and disappearing into the fog around her.

There was a muffled snort in the air, not the Assassin, who was speechless in pain at the moment, but Berserker.

After feeling the tremendous magic of the Assassin Death Spear, which seemed to penetrate the heavens and the earth, Berserker suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, as if he had seen the Assassin's petite body fall in front of him, without the slightest life.

So, he was furious.

He fought to defeat both, and gave up his defense under Nero's pressing attack, and the black spears were all stabbed out in an instant, attacking Nero's vital point, just to take advantage of the gap that Nero had to return to the defense, and went to rescue the assassin.

But in the end, it was a step too late.

Nero, who had managed to dodge Berserker's desperate blow, let out a moan low enough that only she could hear.

In an instant, the rose blossoms bloomed, stirring up a small black mist, and even the dense fog around it could not hide its fragrance.

Although the Berserker has no physical body, so Nero doesn't know if the blow has hit his vital point, Nero can be sure that whether it is vital or not, the Berserker who has a solid hit of his own move will not be better.

Chen Nuo slowly straightened up, his right hand clenched into a fist suddenly opened, and gaeblog obediently returned to his hand like a summoned child.

There was still blood dripping from the tip of the spear, and I don't know if it was a manifestation of Gaeblog's own power, or if it was left over from the aftermath of the Assassin.

Although both Assassin and Berserker have been injured, he still doesn't dare to take it lightly, the dense fog around him is too weird, not only weakening his vision, but even his other four senses have been weakened to varying degrees, which is really the best auxiliary prop for assassination. If the Assassin had used this trick at the beginning, he would have been injured even more now than he is now, even if he is not dead.

However, there is no if, only to blame, Assassin and Berserker underestimate Chen Nuo and Nero too much.

Time passed little by little, as if ten minutes had passed, as if it had only been another minute, but the fog had slowly dissipated.

Something clear appeared in front of Chen Nuo's eyes again, and he saw Nero at a glance, who was actually only ten paces away from him.

At this time, Nero was a little embarrassed, the red dance dress was stained with blood, I don't know if it was hers or Berserker's, the right hand holding the primordial fire was still trembling slightly, his chest was violently undulating, and his face was pale and terrifying, which showed that Berserker caused her a lot of trouble.

"Are you alright?" Chen Nuo asked.

Nero looked him up and down, shook his head slowly, and said, "You look more injured than Yu. ”

Chen Nuo smiled bitterly, this woman, at this time, why is she still so competitive?

"They, retreat?" Chen Nuo carefully sensed the surroundings, and after finding that there was no fluctuation at all, Wu Zi asked with some disbelief.

Nero shook his head after a while and said, "I didn't find it." ”

Chen Nuo frowned slightly, something seems to be wrong with this thing? It stands to reason that if it is an attack, the combined strength of the Assassin and Berserker is not weak, two fight one, as long as it is not the pervert of Gilgamesh, it is estimated that they are nine out of ten, but didn't they consider that there will be more than two people on our side at the same time?

Just like now, when he and Nero came, the Assassin and Berserker things would definitely not be pleased, and maybe they would be planted here, so what was the point of this game?

Could it be that this is not a game at all?!

Thinking of this, Chen Nuo was shocked, and just as he wanted to say a word to remind Nero, he felt a huge wave of magic power that he had never seen rise from the river outside the temple.

This power is majestic and huge, but it has a touch of weirdness and gloom, as if it comes from the Nine Hells and does not belong to this world.

Nero turned his head to look at him, the horror in his eyes as real as substance.

This force is so great that it makes her shudder, who could it be?

Is it friend or foe?

If it was the enemy, who would it be? If so, who would it be?

Even Gilgamesh didn't have such a huge magic fluctuation.

The moment Chen Nuo felt the fluctuation of his magic power, his body shot towards the outside of the temple like a sharp arrow, and it was not until he reached the entrance of the temple that his voice slowly appeared in Nero's ears.

"The magic fluctuates huge and mixed, it's not a heroic spirit, it's a demon."

When Nero heard this, he was shocked again, and after feeling it carefully, he found that it was indeed as Chen Nuo said, and he couldn't help but feel a little lost in his heart.

I still don't have enough combat experience!

The two of them rushed out of the temple one after the other, and after walking a short distance, they saw the river again.

The river flowed quietly as if nothing had happened.

But Chen Nuo's pupils shrank, because he saw the retreating Assassin and Berserker!

The two of them were on the river's edge as soon as they went up and down, with their backs to Chen Nuo, so they couldn't see their expressions clearly, Berserker was still a black mist with no specific shape, while the Assassin was holding a dagger in one hand, posing defensively, still bleeding from the wound under his ribs, but he didn't have the extra mind to care.

What is it that makes them so close to the enemy? Would Berserker allow an already seriously injured assassin to pose desperately?

The next moment, Chen Nuo suddenly brightened.

A blue-robed figure stepped out of the darkness on the other side, holding a brown book, which shimmered in a ghostly light and stood out in the darkness.

It's Caster!

Guildred's huge eyes stared straight at Assassin and Berserker, and a heart-wrenching smile crossed his face.

"Welcome to the world of death!"