After pushing the elite golem into the abyss, the faction leader who stood up slowly put on his mask. Ellen, the master golem, grimaced as he stared at the rows of mysterious Order members. He recognized the meaning of these masks... Samurai class.

It is a mysterious organization that wanders the seven kingdoms of the Eastern Continent and only accepts melee type professionals, supposedly related to the War of the Gods, but never acknowledged. Members of the Japanese Samurai Federation all wore masks.

The masks they wear are not patterned, but if you look closely, the masks themselves are made up of countless tiny pieces, mostly in the shape of ordinary melee weapons. The more types of weapons on the mask, the taller the silhouette. The leader who came forward on his own initiative had three weapons on his mask, matching his master's identity. That's why Ellen's face changes dramatically.

In general, the larger the organization, the more power the people who work the same way. The role of the golem is insignificant in the Violet Realm, but in front of the warrior alliance of the Seven Kingdoms, it seems a bit weak. "Wait, we can talk about this," Alan said hurriedly, but the master standing across from him wouldn't stop. In the face of ordinary masters, the elite golem is really difficult to deal with, and it can be swept away for low-level professionals. But in the face of M more powerful than Ellen is just a target that needs more strikes. After three breaths, another elite puppet was disintegrated by the Warrior Alliance Master, its core was pulled out, and the Warrior Alliance Master patted his arm and wiped the contaminated growth stone off.

"Adrian, what are you waiting for! These guys won't let anyone go!" Seeing the situation in the center of the field, Ellen immediately asked for help from the Rune Tower. The Hunters' Guild, the Church, the Council of the Nobles were not well represented, except in the Clay Man Factory, where the Runetower opposed the Samurai Alliance. Adrian hesitated, but after a while, he realized the danger, and just as he was about to move, the motionless Creekta dodged away.

Bang! With a loud bang, Creekta jumped to the ground, her body swelling in the air, and as Adrian cast the spell, her muscular arms grabbed him directly. From the moment the Golem Factory swept through the other genres, Creta quietly approached Adrian in order to be able to explode at short range at this point. But just as his arm was about to touch Adrian, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in the air in front of him.

The master thief hung the dagger upside down and collided with Krikta, and the black and gray dagger came out like a snake and went around Krikta's arm and stabbed him in the armpit. In his haste, Creekta's body took on a gray color, her skin became very firm, and although it withstood the bite of its master, it did not succeed in attacking Adrian. Both sides failed, and Krickta's expression was uncertain. What did the Rogue Guild do to Rune Towers? The king of thieves leads the way with a dagger.

Behind him, a group of wandering guild assassins emerged from the shadows. They stood in front of the mage, draped in a protective shield. "Since time immemorial, the most temperate mage has been a thief, so for the sake of safety, we chose to join forces this time"

Adrian's master laughed, and from the very beginning he noticed that the stream was quietly approaching him, and the reason for this silence was to inflict this covert fatal blow. The sudden attack of the Master of Thieves will definitely give Krikta the means to survive, which will give her an advantage in the rest of the battle.

As Adrian thought, Creekta's face is dark, and this defense can only be used once a day, and more often than not, there is a danger of turning into a mutant. Without this survival skill, Creta's fighting style must be limited. In the distance, the masked samurai's face changed, but because of his mask, others could not see his face. When the Master of Thieves shot Krikta and Adrian to make a sound, the Master of the Arms Alliance flew into a rage and threw himself on one of the last two golems.

His tiny body possessed great power to push the Golem, and the huge Golem was pushed back a few steps, crushing a dozen professionals along the way, and it looked like it was close to the abyss. But the Golem Master, who responded, quickly cast a spell that fused the Golem with the ground beneath his feet, stopping the retreat.

At this moment, jump on the stone

The master on Ren Meng jumped up, flipped over the body of the stone man, and fell behind. As it descends, its hidden muscles rise and fall like currents. The clothes it wore were torn, and the bright red muscles bulged out. The right leg flew and kicked, and the master of the Samurai Alliance broke one of the stone man's legs with a shovel, jumped up through recoil, grabbed the stone man's shoulders from behind with both hands, and the blood-red arm surged with tremendous force and fell to the ground suddenly.

At the moment of landing, his hind leg bent forward, and the other leg, fused with the earth, was ripped off, and the Warrior Alliance Master hung the flying golem on his shoulder and threw it into the acid pit with one punch. The realm is changing at an unexpected rate, and suddenly, there is only one last master class left in the Golem Factory. The Golemmaster's face twitched, he was no longer qualified to form an alliance with Ruower.

"Everybody come with me!" With a roar of rage, the Golemmaster Allen tosses a cog-like miracle over the abyss, defying gravity and acidity, to another rotten trap. With a roar, a stone bridge rises from the cliffs on either side, and Eren leads the golem's followers into the gap and escapes as they please.

When he reached the other side and looked at the half-eaten gear, Alan's face lit up again. The loss of the artwork, Allen's exploration of the ruins, is doomed to failure, and whatever is inside is no match for the mechanical artwork that is closely related to him. The scene changes again when Eren escapes in the form of a golem, and the men of the trio stand side by side with the Rune Tower in a closing siege against the Japanese Samurai Alliance.

Krita joins the masked masters, and many members of the alliance stand behind him, but nowhere near as strong as the Tower of Rune. Just as Adrian was about to act, Creekta yelled.

In the group of members, several large blood-red professionals suddenly erupted, and one by one Adrian and the other responsible people were expressionless on the ground, but their bodies were out of control.

In the chaos of the battlefield, these Scarlet Giants are physically powerful and though they lack skills, they are incredibly lethal. At this moment, the Alliance Knight rushed down the stone bridge. Ten minutes later, the Red Giant, in the midst of a fierce battle, suddenly melted, the muscles under his skin turned into blood and water, and he suddenly shrunk and died.

After this battle, students from all schools on the battlefield suffered heavy losses. Not to mention the failure of the Golem Factory, and even the Luen Tower, which was also a few tough professionals who suddenly appeared, hurt several students. The situation in the center of the battlefield is different, and people think differently. Luenta's hand looked at the disciples of the other schools, and her eyebrows were a little gloomy. Who knows if any of these people worked for the Samurai League? You'd better end it all now. The old gentleman could read other people's minds, and couldn't help but whisper in Ouyang Dao's ear.

"Should we do this?" Ouyang Dao shook his head and said. His ant army is not yet in place, and the master who is activated now does not have to limit his strength, and if he wants to hurt the master's heart, it must be more difficult than a few.

"Don't worry, we'll find a safe place. If we attack now, the mage of the Rune Tower may escape" The old mage thought about it and felt that what Ouyang Dao said also made sense, there is a tunnel in front and back here, it is best to cross the abyss, they have no way to retreat, and then it is considered whether it is the right hand. In order to appease the old mage, Ouyang Dao looked at the vengeful rune tower, and the archmage on his head seemed to be at a loss. Ouyang Dao thought for a moment and lowered his voice.

"Get ready, it seems that these wizards don't want to wait any longer," Ouyang Dao said, his voice lowered to a whisper, but within the appropriate range, he must be able to hear Ouyang Dao's very low voice. It is not surprising that there are wise men among the doctors. Not only did the young wizard's body tremble a little, but they all heard Ouyang Dao's deep voice. It is difficult to say where or from whom the voice came from, but they were taken aback by their faith in the words, and it seemed that there was a master among the hidden disciples of the school.

The young wizard looked at Adrian, and they looked at each other secretly. Don't do anything. "Alright, let's go explore the ruins," Adrian said, setting the tone for the operation. As for the group of people behind him who had no leader, the wizard gave him a calm look, and then stopped talking. The meaning in this eye did not need to be narrated by an onlooker, and the people in the school felt a chill.

Some people have retreated in their hearts, such as the masters of the Japanese Samurai League are hidden

With the master's round knife flow. The master suddenly defects and reveals his identity. The remaining believers could not help but complain in their hearts. You are just the master of a samurai league. Why didn't you invite us to join you? Now that there are no leaders, these believers are afraid of being shot by others on the one hand, and on the other hand, they are afraid of becoming the professional image of those who have just been controlled.

This mysterious door magic must be hidden in the left hand of daily life, and some students in the school can't help but sigh when they think about their various past with their teachers every day. I'm not going to turn into those flesh-and-blood monsters and fall in a pool of blood, am I? Come to think of it, they finally escaped. There are fewer and fewer of them, and some people can't hide their peculiarities.

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These include hidden killers and clowns, and as their numbers dwindle, the relationship between the remaining believers of this type becomes more and more intimate. When they are numerous, they don't usually have much camouflage, but when they are scarce, they are somewhat strange. The murderer has a gloomy personality, and the clown has a lively and crazy personality. At first glance, they are indistinguishable in appearance and dress, but they are out of place with the rest of the school. This temperament is not developed in a day, and it is also not easy to hide. The young mage and Adrian watched, guessing who had just lowered their voices. The teacher also saw the difference between them. He poked Ouyang Dao, who was in a bad mood and pointed at them.

"Do you want to gamble again?" Ouyang Dao glanced at them and smiled, but it was just a look, which made the old master feel guilty, made a haha sound, and even made a joke. Suddenly, Ouyang Dao's thoughts wandered. It was sent by the Queen. She moved the colony to the ruins.

"Let's go, don't lose it," Ouyang Dao thought, and then he called the old master and set off, finally reaching the climax of his epic exploration of the ruins. As they walked through the abyss, their eyes scanned back and forth over Ellen's mechanical marvels, half-corroded but equally mysterious in themselves. A handful of professionals had greedy glint in their eyes as they stared at this mechanical marvel. Several large institutions in front of them walked on their own, while a small group of people behind them quietly stopped, put their hands and feet on the edge of the cliff, and tried to go down to the office to destroy the miracle. Ouyang Dao and the old master scoffed at this.

We should know that the bridge in and out of all people is controlled by that magical organ, and if the organ is removed, then there is no way out for the people who are advancing. Organizations like the Rune Tower are ready to pass without bridges, but other primary and secondary schools are not. Ouyang Dao and the old master are not afraid of this abyss, and naturally they will not remind others of their thoughts, so they used to be so prosaic, leaving a group of profit-driven professionals to start hanging operations.

I just don't know what they'll be like when they come back from the ruins. In front of me was another narrow hallway, only this time there were a few small doors, and people could enter and exit on either side. There were students from different schools who came in to watch. The small doors inside are intricately intertwined, and the various rooms are connected together, each with its own function.

There are no rules for the construction of these rooms, and it looks like they were opened at random by the owners of the ruins. The most remarkable thing is that usually every 3 or 4 rooms will be adjaced by a lounge, and the lounge is decorated in the same way: the bed, the quilt, the lights, the rest is nothing.

Looking at these cluttered buildings, they create the image of a studious, somewhat scruffy mage, a room that connects indiscriminately, and perhaps contains something of value.

The Golem's crew seemed to have entered these rooms, and the outermost room had turned upside down. Adrian coughed softly, and just as he was about to speak, the others hurried away, and everyone found a small door to pass through, completely unheard of Adrian. There was no embarrassment on Adrian's face. He had seen it many times before, and the small schools feared that the big schools would make exploration rules and divide the area into pieces.

You can set your own rules, but we can't hear anything when we're not there. When the crowd dispersed, Adrian paused for a moment, then continued exploring the corridor with Runventa. Adrian, a veteran heritage explorer, knew that the construction of the tunnel had to make sense, and that the small houses on either side were so badly built that the end of the tunnel could very well be the key. The master's core laboratory is probably in the deepest part of the tunnel.