Just before the treasure chest blew up a large number of mercenaries, the Emperor Rakshasa was still luring the mercenaries to catch Ling Feng and then offer it to him, and then he blew up Ling Feng and those mercenaries together. His plan was vicious and perfect, but what he never expected was that he blew up the mercenary, but Ling Feng appeared in front of him.

Standing in front of the Emperor Rakshasa was not only Ling Feng, but also a shotgun in his hand.

Looking at each other, Ling Feng looked very calm, and Emperor Rakshasa also looked very calm. There is no feeling of redness between the two of them, nor is there the warmth of acquaintances meeting, just calm.

Three seconds later, a strange smile appeared on the corner of Emperor Rakshasa's mouth, "You are the most cunning person I have ever met, you deserve to die for the game I laid just now." I thought you would die at the hands of those money-hungry mercenaries, or be blown up by me, but you avoided it early in the morning. How did you find out about my plan? ”

Ling Feng didn't actually know Emperor Rakshasa's plan, he just didn't want to be in the middle of a melee battlefield. As the old saying goes, a gentleman doesn't stand under a dangerous wall, let alone a battlefield? Besides, he wanted to take advantage of the chaos to sneak up to the altar and look for clues about the territory of the Immortals. But he didn't want to, and his care and prudence saved his life. As for the bureau set up by the Emperor Rakshasa just now, if he hadn't left in time, he would really be in trouble, either dying in the hands of the mercenaries who were greedy for money and trustless, or being killed by the bomb in the diamond treasure chest. Two possibilities, one outcome, death.

"You're cunning, but you're not smart enough." Rakshasa said, "I thought you would never come back to this place, and the wise will never come back. You go, I'll treat you as if you've never come. ”

Ling Feng grinned, "You say I'm the most cunning person, but you're the thickest skinned person I've ever met. You've already half a foot in hell, and you're pretending to be kind enough to let me go. Can you be a little more shameless? ”

Emperor Rakshasa's face changed slightly, "You want to kill me?" ”

"You guessed it." Ling Feng said: "But I want to give you a chance, sue me, where is the territory of the Immortal Clan, and where is Achilles, if you sue me, I will let you live." ”

"Hehe......" Emperor Rakshasa said with a smile: "Don't say I don't know, I just know, how can I betray my master and sue you for this?" Let's change the way we trade, what do you want? ”

"Do you think it's a movie?" Ling Feng said coldly: "I'll talk to you for a long time, waiting for you to stall for time?" I'll only give you three seconds, and if you don't answer me for three seconds, I'll send you to hell. ”

"Calm down."

"One." Ling Feng began to count.

"Let's talk about ......"

"Two."

"I ......"

Bang! A gunshot rang out, and hundreds of shothead bullets pierced into the lower abdomen of Emperor Rakshasa, and half of his waist and ribs were blown away. In that way, it's like a piece of mooncake being gnawed on.

"You...... Not...... Number...... Three ......" Emperor Rakshasa said the last word and fell to the ground with a bang.

Ling Feng said expressionlessly: "I said, this is not a movie, I can count to three and shoot again, or count to two to shoot, can you handle it?" ”

Ling Feng walked to the side of the Emperor Rakshasa and stretched out his foot to kick the Emperor Rakshasa a little, but the Emperor Rakshasa did not move at all. Being hit by a shotgun at close range, no matter how high your martial arts are, it is useless.

The gunfire under the cave was much quieter, and the shouts of the Dead Slave warriors were much quieter. This is a battle that will end in the end, and neither side will be victorious.

Ling Feng reversed himself back into the cave where the Emperor Rakshasa lived, and he took a medieval-style Crusader round shield. He didn't ask for a sword or a knife, and those cold weapons were obviously not as good as the shotgun in his hand.

After taking the shield, Ling Feng left the cave where the Emperor Rakshasa lived.

The battle below continues, but on a pitifully small scale. The mercenaries have advanced weapons and protective equipment, but the tribal warriors and the warriors of the Cult have environmental advantages, as well as the deadly poisonous "Silence", so neither can take out the other with an overwhelming advantage. As the fighting continued, so did the number of people on both sides.

Walking down the stone stairs on the rock wall, and encountering the warriors of the Evil Sect or the warriors of the Dead Slave Tribe, Ling Feng solved the problem with one shot. The warriors of the Evil Religion and the warriors of the Dead Slave tribe did not expect that there would be enemies coming down from above, and they were killed one by one before they knew what was going on.

Ling Feng didn't have a trace of pity in his heart, whether it was a person who was jealous of the Sect of Profit or a person from the Death Slave Tribe, they were not normal people, their evil made them unworthy of living in this world.

The Holy Land Island is rapidly attrition, and the strange thing is that the gunfire in the mercenary camp is getting thinner and thinner, as if they are going through the same thing. This is not normal, there are fewer and fewer people on this side of the Holy Land Island, and it is normal that they should have the upper hand. After discovering this, a trace of vigilance suddenly rose in Ling Feng's heart, "Could it be that someone is assassinating them?" ”

On the Holy Land Island, the Emperor Rakshasa is dead, and Master Tiga is also dead, who will be the one who can quietly assassinate the elite mercenaries of the Black Eagle Company? It didn't seem difficult to guess, Ling Feng quickly thought of someone, Achilles.

This battle was inevitable, and as his footsteps moved, Ling Feng's mood became more and more nervous.

A warrior from the Dead Slave Tribe suddenly probed from his hiding place outside the stone ladder and shot an arrow into Ling Feng's chest.

Ling Feng held the Crusader Round Shield in his left hand in front of his chest, and with a crisp sound, the arrow hit the Crusader Round Shield, splashing a cloud of sparks and falling to the ground. Ling Feng's right hand was raised, and he pulled the trigger, and a mist-like scattershot shot suddenly shot over, blasting off half of the head of the warrior of the Dead Slave Tribe who had attacked him.

At this time, a mercenary's scream suddenly came from below, and this sound made Ling Feng even more sure of his guess just now. He opened his briefcase and removed four of the five glass test tubes in the microfreezer. He calculated the time, and did not use internal force to accelerate the thawing of the happy pollen in the test tube. He grabbed them in his left hand, which held the shield, and continued on his way.

This battle is inevitable.

When Ling Feng fought all the way to the bottom of the cave, the gunfire in the mercenary camp also disappeared. The whole cavern was dead silent. The glow sticks that had been thrown by the mercenaries in various corners were still glowing silently, illuminating the area around the altar in front of them.

A sturdy figure emerged from the darkness, black robes and black scarves, he was like a demon spirit emerging from the darkness. He walked slowly towards the altar.

The previous guess was completely correct, just as Ling Feng was killing all the way, Achilles was also hunting mercenaries. Now, there are no helpers on both sides, and the decisive battle has become a matter between two people.

The two looked at each other, without a word, but there was a tacit understanding. Ling Feng also walked to the altar first.

The mysterious altar will be the battlefield of his duel with Achilles.

Achilles climbed up from the left side of the altar, and Ling Feng climbed up from the right side of the altar, and the speed of the two was almost the same, and they didn't seem to be fast or slow.

When there were still more than ten stone steps to the top of the altar, the happy pollen in the glass test tube had thawed. Ling Feng sprinkled the happy pollen in the test tube on his body. Eventually, he took the last one out as well, crushed the glass test tube, and took out the frozen happy pollen and stuffed it into the barrel of his shotgun.

With Achilles' skill, if he grabbed a handful of happy pollen and sprinkled it on Achilles, it would obviously be the stupidest move, Achilles was fully capable of dodging, and if it aroused his alarm, then he would probably be the one who died in this duel.

Ready, Ling Feng threw away the briefcase and climbed to the top of the altar.

Although he was ready for a while, he was still not sure whether he could leave alive this time. The enemy he faced was, after all, Achilles, the god of war of ancient Greece and the immortals. His plans are indeed thorough, but who can guarantee that everything will go the way he planned? The slightest change would have been enough for him to die at the hands of Achilles!

When you climb to the top of the altar, the light becomes even darker.

Ling Feng and Achilles stood face to face, their eyes facing each other, both looking very calm. Ling Feng's weapon combination was a Crusader round shield and a shotgun, which was a nondescript combination. Achilles' ancient Greek dagger and shield is a standard classical combination.

Judging the outcome of this duel from the combination of weapons alone, Ling Feng seemed to have an absolute advantage, he could kill Achilles with one shot, but he knew very well that if Achilles could be killed so easily, then Achilles would definitely not live for more than three thousand years.

"You still have the courage to come back, although I want to kill you, I still want to say to you, I admire your courage." Achilles broke the silence on the altar.

Ling Feng said, "Although I want to kill you too, I still want to say to you, I admire you very much. ”

A disdainful smile appeared on the corner of Achilles' mouth, "I disdain your respect, the Council of Elders has already made a resolution, and you are the first immortal to be sentenced to death." You can't wait until the day of the ceremony, you're only half an immortal until you die, you can never be a true immortal. ”

Ling Feng smiled, "It seems like I'm very rare, but I'm curious, what kind of ritual are you?" ”

Achilles slowly raised his dagger, and the ancient Greek shield moved forward a bit. Obviously, he didn't want to meet Ling Feng's last "request", he was already ready to do it.

Ling Feng shrugged his shoulders slightly, "You know my strength very well, I'm not your opponent, you are ten percent sure of killing me, can't you even satisfy my last wish?" ”

Achilles said in a cold voice: "The ceremony is that you harvest the life of Freonna, and it will be held in the territory of the Immortals, at that time Florena will die, and you will become an official member of the Immortals." ”

"I see, it looks like I'll never be one of you." Ling Feng said, "I have one last question, where is the territory of the Immortal Clan?" ”

Achilles suddenly pushed the round shield in his hand towards Ling Feng.