Concerned about the demon slayer and wizard on the ground, Wren's hammer did not use a thunderbolt strike, but instead inspired a devastating crit.

The feedback from Warhammer was a little lighter.

Halken's body cracked, but no blood flowed, and it still dissipated like foam.

"Another stand-in?"

Before Wren's thoughts fell, he noticed that the Mithril light armor behind him was pierced by a sharp weapon, and a sharp thing pierced himself, bursting out with unparalleled sharp tax and destructive power, and the dragon scale skin of the true dragon's body was instantly pierced, piercing into the skin, and then blocked by the fourth-level steel body, unable to take a single step.

Bite!

A metallic clatter spilled a spark.

Halken's indifferent eyes suddenly changed.

The "Fang of Destruction" in his hand is an epic short sword, not only is it extremely sharp enough to pierce through steel plates, there is almost nothing that cannot be penetrated, and it has a demon-breaking effect, and shields below level 6 are always broken with one blow.

Once the Fang of Destruction pierces into an enemy's body, even the slightest slicing through the skin will tear a huge wound, and at the same time, trigger the power of darkness to invade the soul and paralyze the opponent and lose their resistance.

I don't know how many transcendents have died under this blade.

However, Wren was unharmed after being stabbed.

Halken's eyes were incredulous, his expression was almost frozen, and his movements subconsciously slowed down by half a beat.

Wren's hammer had just swung out, and he didn't have time to recover it, so he leaned back, and his body slammed directly into Halken with his short sword. Backwards didn't exert the most power, but the victory took the shortest time, and finally hit Halken's true body.

With a bang, Halken was knocked out.

Even though he had counteracted most of the impact force through the "unloading" element, he still felt like he had been slapped head-on by the dragon with its tail, and his whole body was in sharp pain, and he opened his mouth to spit out a large mouthful of blood.

The two closest mirrors probed out of the electric claw.

One left and one right, two giant claws of lightning flew almost at the same time, and Halken turned over and stepped into the void, avoiding the electric claws by a fraction of a second.

His feet were on the air, as if he were walking on the ground, he lowered his head and dodged a mirror-thrown war hammer, and suddenly accelerated, causing two rainbow rays to miss, and bypassed Borchi's sword of holy light with a phantom step, and Felion's flash sword slash was also half a step slower, and he was out of attack in the blink of an eye.

This series of dazzling dodges, like a butterfly through flowers, calmly found a way to survive in danger, and Halken gave full play to the advantage of speed.

Even as an enemy, Wren had to be impressed, worthy of being a legendary mid-level trickster.

Admiration is admiration, but his subordinates are merciless.

Wren saw the moment to flash over, and opened his mouth to let out another roar.

"Roar!"

This time it wasn't the dragon's roar, the interval was too short to hurt his throat, and what he roared out was a "piercing roar" from the Beamon Behemoth Demon Soul, a common element that was already level 5 and attacked hearing through sound waves.

At such close proximity, Halken's eardrums tingled.

He had been injured by Wren's blow, and his body involuntarily stagnated for half a breath, and blood flowed from his ears.

Wren didn't hesitate to swing his hammer at it.

Shout......

Halken quickly threw the short sword in his hand, turning into a streamer faster than lightning, and instantly flew a hundred meters away, and his body disappeared with it.

Wren swung his hammer into the air again, looking at the short sword in the distance.

Halken's figure emerges and catches the flying dagger, a move that has the same effect as a flash, but much farther than a flash.

"Transposition. ”

Wren snorted coldly, he had secretly seen Halken use it when he was in the Dwarven Underground Fortress, which was one of the magician's signature abilities.

As soon as Halken caught the dagger and landed, two arbitrary doors opened in front of him, and out of them came two mirror images of Wren.

In normal times, getting out of any door is a blink of an eye.

But it was too slow in Halken's eyes, and before the two mirrors could make a move, he threw his short sword again, appeared on the street farther away, and easily distanced himself.

Throw, catch, flash.

Every time Halken's figure appeared, any door opened beside him, rushing out of the mirror, but he was always half a step slower, watching Halken move away.

"He's going to run!"

Felion reminded loudly.

"I know. Wren nodded, looked up at the direction of the south of the city of Mazos, Harken was afraid of the Duke of Silver Star, and he couldn't sneak attack when he appeared, and he didn't dare to expose it for too long.

Felion subconsciously wanted to catch up, but hesitated.

He wasn't Halken's opponent at all, and there were demon-slaying and Secret Fire Guards all over the place, and if Halken killed him after he left, the loss would be too great.

"Director, Borch, you stay and protect everyone. Wren said softly, "He won't be able to escape far." ”

As he spoke, he blessed himself with the Wings of Wind and Thunder and opened any door to enter.

The five mirrors took turns using any door to pursue, and although they couldn't stop Halken, they firmly locked on his tracks, maintaining the pressure and not letting him get out easily.

In the streets of Madros, a dark shadow flashed like a floating light.

Many residents who hid at home and observed the situation on the street felt as if some shadow was flying in front of them, but they saw nothing. Romance 888

Then I saw a deep arbitrary door open, and out of it came a tall figure holding a warhammer, looked in a certain direction, and stepped into any door again to leave.

This strange scene frightened the peeking person into shrinking his neck.

Shout!

Another shift, and Halken looked back at the ground, and began to gasp for breath with a hint of blood in his mouth. He stretched out his hand and wiped it on his chest, using the "damage transfer" to transfer the injuries in his body to the outside of his body, and the effect of level 7 self-healing was highlighted, and the scars healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But this is not without a price, physical strength and soul power are rapidly declining.

Moreover, the consumption of the ability of shapeshifting and transposition is not small, and after using it more than a dozen times in a row, Halken is a little unable to support it.

He had tried to cover up with illusions or sneak into the shadows, but no matter what method he used, it had no effect on the enemy in hot pursuit, and he was always spotted at a glance.

These mirrors were very different from the mirroring techniques he remembered.

Each mirror image is like an entity, with the ability to think, and can see through all disguises and illusions at a glance, leaving him with nowhere to hide.

Just gasped for breath, a few steps away, an arbitrary door opened.

"Damn it!"

Halken scolded secretly, this is the most difficult enemy he has ever encountered, more troublesome than the legendary high-level Flink, there are more mirrors than his own treacherous clones, the living soul thread cannot be controlled, all kinds of illusions and disguises do not work, it is simply his own nemesis.

Once you stop flying, you will be surrounded by several mirror images.

But if you continue to escape like this, sooner or later, you will be exhausted, and you may attract the Duke of Silver Star, and the ending will be even worse.

"I can only fight hard and kill his mirror image first. ”

Halken calmed down and sparked the Phantom Step, his speed increasing dramatically, and his figure drifted out like a black shadow, stabbing at the figure that had just come out of any door from the side and back.

With a ding, the Fang of Destruction pierced a layer of dragon scale skin, and then it got stuck and could not move forward a single bit.

"Huh?"

Halken's face changed, and he secretly called it unlucky, and the one in front of him was not a mirror image but a body.

Wren looked at the short sword tied to his waist as if it were nothing, and turned around to hit a heavy hammer, and the soul eye saw that Halken had activated the "stand-in technique" again, while he himself jumped in the other direction, a distance of more than ten meters, and instantly disappeared into the shadows.

The half-wielded warhammer was thrown out of his hand, heading straight for Halken in the shadows.

"Roar!"

The dragon's roar rang out, and Halken's figure froze, and by the time he regained his will, the warhammer had already flown in front of him, magnifying in his field of vision.

At the last moment, Halken rolled on the spot.

This seemed a bit embarrassing, but after all, it avoided the fatal blow.

The war hammer was dragged back by a bolt of lightning and flew back, and Halken was quick to get up and grasp the handle of the hammer flying overhead, and the paralyzing feeling of electric shock came from his hand, but the damage was not strong, and it was still within the range of bearing, so he dragged it with force and fell into a tug-of-war.

Without the Warhammer, this dragon knight is much less threatening.

Wren narrowed his eyes, the pulling power of the suction ring was not very good, and there was no way to snatch the warhammer back from the air for a while.

If the mountain doesn't come, I'll go over.

He didn't hesitate to charge, and at the same time condensed a rainbow ray from his hand, aiming at Halken.

Unexpectedly, Halken didn't dodge, his eyes locked on him, and the soul eye saw a powerful transcendent element flickering in his brain.

"Mimic!"

The rainbow ray exploded, the enchanted necklace around Halken's neck was activated, and a magic protection was lit up but it was instantly penetrated, and he ate this rainbow ray hard, his leather armor was shattered, and the flesh and blood on his chest were blurred, but a triumphant smile appeared on his face.

However, his smile suddenly froze.

Mimicry failed!

There is only one explanation for this, and that is that his soul strength is weaker than that of his opponent. Mimic elements can only simulate targets that are weaker than one's own soul, and once they are stronger than themselves, they will either be incomplete or lack more elements, and will only completely fail if the gap is very large.

However, Wren was obviously just an extraordinary person who had just been promoted to a legend, and Halken couldn't understand it.

After being so stunned, Wren had already charged in front of him.

Halken immediately let go of the hammer, and the figure quickly retreated, while the other hand threw the Tooth of Destruction with great force, just as a mirror image stepped out of any door behind him.

This mirror image held the Arcane Torrent Staff, and as soon as it appeared, it activated the last remaining "stasis field" on the staff today.

An invisible force field shrouded in, and the space within tens of meters was bound.

The speed of the Fang of Destruction slowed down suddenly, as if it had slowed down a hundredfold, and it flew slowly, before being slapped to the ground by an electric claw technique released by a mirror image. Halken, who had activated the shapeshift, appeared next to the Fang of Destruction, and was horrified to find himself still in the static force field, barely able to move.

A third mirror image flashed behind Halken and slammed into his back with a solid hammer.

Burst!

Even though the mirror image was only half of the strength of Wren's main body, and most of the power was removed, it still broke Halken's spine under the Critical Attack of Destruction.

Halken was hammered towards Wren himself, who staggered and leaned towards the charging body.

Wren punched with his bare hands, and the five fingers of his right hand turned into sharp Beamon giant claws, and with a vigorous swing, as if he had rehearsed countless times in advance, Halken's neck took the initiative to send it up and cut it off.

In the splatters of blood, Halken's head flew up.

The stasis force field was not over yet, his head was bound in mid-air and could not land, his eyes were staring, but he was completely dead.