Ellen was eaten, in every sense of the word. Up close, a face grows out of the triangular head of a drip spout, and Ellen's face is in his eyes. The voice of the vicissitudes of the "retreat" killer sounded in the clown's ears, and the clown with a crazy face did not say a word, and immediately hid and retreated to the side of the corridor. The host is gone, but neither are the professionals of the rune tower. In the intricate corridors, scattered professionals are separated by the duo, leaving them to fight the goblins for a little bit of life.

Bang! The first to strike, Adrian, the wizard has been studying the symptoms of loss of control, which cannot be extended, and the longer it takes, the stronger the golem becomes. This attack was the same as the last one, and the stone man was broken in half with a single blow. In the Golem's shattered body, flesh and steel grow together, and it is not ordinary meat, wrapped in iron or iron, wrapped in flesh, but steel, flesh and blood, which are freely interchangeable.

It was a disgusting sight, but the worst was yet to come. Adrian destroyed the Golem, and he suddenly felt his head lower. He waved his hand quickly, realizing that his hair had turned into wire, and that the miracle hanging from his wrist had changed from metal to twisted viscera. Adrian wanted to throw his intestines away, but his years of fighting on the front lines of pollution forced him to fend off the cold and cast a spell on his intestines. The pure elements are washed away, and the gut-like miracle returns to its original form.

Touching the bracelet, Adrian looked at the other bracelets, the contamination of the stone man does not take time, most professionals have blood and steel, to treat each other's symptoms. Some are soft blood vessels that enter the steel tubes, clusters of neural networks that turn into deadly wires, and the pain that emanates from the body torments professionals, with no resistance, no regularity, all by luck.

In the face of pollution, whether it is strong or not is no longer the law of distinction of professionals, pollution is quantitative, luck is just a muscle in the arm, cutting a bone can be treated, unfortunately it is the body's neural network, turning into a plant on the spot, waiting for death.

Adrian's hair changed, and after the pollution happened, the first breath was fine, no big deal. Unfortunately, one of the hunters, half of his head turned to steel, and thick steel muscles were implanted in his brain, causing irreparable damage to his brain. Hush! A hunter put an end to this unfortunate fate, and then, holding back tears, brandished a long knife, and rushed towards the dripping mouth.

The painful partner begs him to end his life, and he wants to take out his pain on the clay man! The charging hunter encounters the stone man's spear, and the monster swings eight spears at once, repelling the hunter with an unguarded attack.

"All aboard, he's recovering!" Sharp-eyed professionals saw gargoyles healing wounds, rule-breaking steel growing out of flesh, and carapaces woven from pieces of flesh. Bang! A ball of fireball flew over the hunter's shoulders and slammed into the limbs of the resurrected zerg, turning the burning steel and flesh into a ball of fire.

Adrian's spell can be triggered, triggering fear in all professionals. They are afraid of irregular pollution, afraid that they will be the next death of steel creatures, and no one knows if the golem's contamination is only once, only to be destroyed to ensure that there will be no second lucky judgment. Some professionals rise out of fear, others because they fly.

In the ranks of the Rune Tower, a mage touched his hard arm and lost the will to fight

With a flick of his wrist, a terrifying rune appeared in his hand. This is a temporary rune he imitates, the Thief's Shadow Jump, a spell that allows the caster to temporarily walk in the shadow dimension and move through the space of the Overworld.

The mage's body vanished, Adrian felt it, and the mage sighed as he looked at the fleeing disciples. Not everyone is Gawain. If we leave now, the professionals outside will tear him to shreds. Gawain was wrong. He was not very generous. He just didn't want to face it. Professionals are in trouble while they are alive.

Why should they care about others? The battle between the Golem and the Professional Golem continued, and outside the laboratory, Ouyang Dao looked at the mage who appeared in front of him with a smile. When the mage appeared from the shadow jump, he came face to face with Ouyang Dao, Ouyang Dao and the old mage, he didn't know them, but Gawain knew enough and didn't know more. The mage immediately assumed a defensive stance, holding a green fireball in his hand, and fired a shot directly at the Ouyang Dao trio. "I'm telling you, sir, that's what the Rune Tower looks like now"

After the fireball, Gawain's voice rang out, leaving the mage puzzled, and then he was grabbed by the arms outstretched from the flames. Ouyang Dao's arm passed through the fireball like a demonic hand in a green flame, and he twisted his wrist and broke the neck of the escaped mage. Ouyang Dao nodded to the old mage. "Don't thank me," the old master didn't say anything, and Gawain noticed the exchange and began to think.

"Yes, yes, yes! I didn't know that there was anyone else besides us, and the clown's voice sounded on the other side of the hallway. They had come to kill the escaped mage, but they had encountered the hidden Ouyang Dao and the old mage. "Be careful, it's the two of them" The figure of the killer disappeared, he reminded, the attitude of the clown immediately became much more serious, she did not forget that, according to the inquisitor, the whereabouts of these two professionals were no worse than theirs. "Why don't you try to convince us to surrender?" Ouyang Dao laughed, and the clown snorted.

"Can you surrender now?"

"No" Ouyang Dao's figure disappeared, and the clown sneered and retreated at the same time. The first three shots were all missed by Ouyang Dao, and he shot out of the muzzle with five huge bullets. The clown was a little surprised that all the professionals, who could dodge his five strokes were good at it. The Joker took a step back and looked at the last two bullets. If the last two missed, she would have to change the way she fought. The master who can dodge five bullets is not an alchemist like her. Bang! The fourth shot hit the wall, hitting Ouyang Dao's feet with stones and dirt, and to the clown's surprise, the fifth shot hit Ouyang Dao's chest.

I thought it was the owner, but it turned out to be this floor! The Joker carries a double-barreled gun that twists into a giant sniper rifle. Get ready to dance with the bullets! The corners of the clown's mouth cracked, but in the sniper's scope, she saw something that frightened him: the shot she fired was in Ouyang Dao's hand, and in the smell of gunpowder filled with gunpowder, Ouyang Dao held the bullet and smiled at her.

Bang, bang, bang! Fear caused the Joker to empty his magazine and fire a barrage of anti-armor guns resembling rockets. The force of the counterattack caused the Joker's hammer to hurt him in the chest.

Despite the smoke in sight, the Joker did not stop attacking. The sniper rifles fired one after the other, pulled out a handful of magazines, threw a handful, and the thrown sniper rifles turned into small fragments, which were recovered for some time, and the smell of gunpowder and oil filled the air.

But danger from instinct

It didn't disappear, and when Ouyang Dao came out of the fog, the clown glared at him, breathing heavily. Professional power is never just those that have been fully mastered, and the most powerful forces are often the most likely to get out of control. Modern weapons could not satisfy the devastating nature of the clown throwing away the last gun, and the Joker's alchemical robe disappeared, and the weapon in her hand was strangely shaped in comparison.

The rules of making an alchemist are very simple, the alchemist master can make master-level weapons, elite weapons, but in addition to the standard alchemist's personal research and character rewards, an alchemist can also make a weapon that transcends the profession, but in the profession of making weapons, using an alchemist will also cause damage to himself.

Even more terrible is the mechanical contamination that comes with the weapon. In general, no professionals are willing to use more methods than traditional ones, but now the fight is a one-sided gesture, and the clown does not use more advanced means, I'm afraid there is no opportunity to mobilize. Not so good, the assassin's master secretly called him bad, if the master level ignores pollution and loss of control, or can create a weapon to inflict legendary damage. This is the gap between the master and the legend, and the old master is not too worried that if the legendary epic, controlled and polluted, can become an epic tie. On the battlefield, a weapon with an oval barrel appeared. Behind the barrel, a dozen tentacles stretched out and plunged deep into the clown's arm. The tentacles were filled with blood, drawing the blood of their master from the clown into the bucket. "Hahaha! Hahaha!"

The clown was speechless, only shrill laughter, the red glow of the oval muzzle, the blood-red flash of the laser, and worm-like creatures drilling in and out of the laser at high speed. Bang! The speed of this shot was far more than normal, Ouyang Dao didn't have time to avoid it, he was directly hit by the laser, the high temperature would burn his skin, Ouyang Dao strangled the body function of automatic resurrection, watched the laser weird insect burrow into the body from the wound, and... It was digested.

"Ahh Ouyang Dao screamed, clutched the wound tightly, and fell down before the last punch, and the clowns scattered the clown guns in their hands, scattering parts, and looking at the clowns who were about to be seriously injured. Suddenly, the Joker appears in front of the killer, who apparently appears out of nowhere in the middle of a fight with the old master, blocking the scattered parts with his body.

Looking at the disappearing figure in front of him, the old master suddenly understood why the killer could be invisible or disappear out of thin air. The sudden appearance of these assassins is entirely the function of the doppelganger, the real body is in place, not touching, not approaching, and naturally will not be detected and invisible. The battle ended in a one-on-two exchange, and the old mage prepared to pursue, but was captured by Ouyang Dao, who was badly wounded.

"Stop chasing, let's go!" The old master's eyes widened, but he found that at some point, a large number of giant ants suddenly appeared on the other side of the ruins, as well as a dozen restless elite masters. The old master's face was gloomy, and he grabbed Ouyang Dao and ran away. The clown and the murderer who escaped early are hunted down.

As he wondered why the old master would let them go, there was a tremor of ant colony activity behind him. A large number of ants gathered in the passage, and in addition to acting as pathfinders, the soldiers widened the passage behind them, shattered under their huge teeth, and the colony declared its presence with overwhelming force.

On the other side of the lab, the gargoyle had just died, and in exchange for destroying it, Adrian's right hand turned to steel, and the gargoyle caused three pollutions, the second and third contaminations were short-lived, and more than half of the professionals died.