The Messenger's shaky vision saw the shadow fall and disappear into the darkness. He gasped heavily, pressed his pale and withered hand to his heart, and coughed, necromancy can withstand the erosion of magic at the cost of consuming life, once he embarks on such a path, he can only become an undead creature in the end.

And those who have not taken that step, what awaits them is only the spark of darkness in which their lives burn out. But he sneered contemptuously, and the feeling of holding the power in his hand was something that those weak alchemists would never understand.

The giant ghoul turned to look at his master. But the Courier didn't look at it, but pushed it away, let go of his hand, and re-grasped the Skull Staff, propped it up on the ground, and gritted his teeth and walked forward.

Although the appearance of the other party's 'falling' was different from what he imagined, at least the final result was not much different.

The darkness receded in the direction of the light, and the light of the torch flickered slightly, and a spark bloomed. The shadows carved the pale and sunken faces of the undead, and in the dark eye sockets, the flame of the soul did not move.

The Courier walked forward, but a silent voice counted down his steps in the darkness.

"Ten, Nine......"

"Eight ......"

"Seven, Five......"

“…… Three, two......"

"One."

The light reflected a corner of the lich's filthy robes.

The Courier coughed lightly, looked up, and grinned silently. He stretched out his right hand, and on the back of his pale hand was a silver coat of arms—a dragon with broken horns, pupils like golden fire, flashing above the earth.

An invisible force swept to the ground through the skeletal staff, but there was no expected sound of metal mopping the floor in the darkness, and the head of the holy sword that had drunk the blood of the seven-headed dragon did not appear as expected.

A smile froze on the Courier's face.

The filthy robe vanished, and the purple crystal staff that fell to the ground turned into a sparkling light, like fireflies, flying into the darkness. Behind him, the undead guard staggered onto the wooden bridge, and the light of the torches gradually advanced to reveal what had been hidden in the darkness.

A structure, with a brass exterior like a ball, except that the pupils of the three rubies on it were creaking in this direction.

Mirrorer.

"What the hell!" The Courier realized that it was wrong, raised his staff, put the two fingers of his left hand together and pointed forward, and pierced the orb with a necromancy.

But the black light pierced only the shadow of the dissolving sphere.

In the darkness, the deep blue light of the system was reflected in the depths of Fang Yuan's pupils.

He blinked slightly, and the three clockwork elves who were watching the scene from different angles switched cameras at the same time with a 'click'. He raised his right hand and shook it lightly in midair.

"Translocation—"

The orb turned into a light blue shadow.

The black light passed through the orb and hit the limestone ground behind it, silently carving out a crater a few inches deep there—

The light blue light was changing shape in mid-air, and finally it was frozen into a four-legged double-bladed constructed swordsman, and after materialization, it landed in mid-air. This is one of the only two abilities of the Mirrorer, which is to swap the position of any flexible construct on the field.

It brings a Pacer II.

But in the Seven Seas Brigade, the rest of the team likes to call this type of alien walker 'Fireclaw Swordsman'.

The walkers hit the ground with a bang, and the dust had not yet settled. With a 'squeak', the pale yellow crystallized eyes on its skull—or rather the visual target catcher had slid to one side along the crosshairs, zooming out and locking onto the 'messenger'.

"Walker II?" The Courier knew in his heart that he had been ambushed, but still sneered—though he didn't know what the relationship between these men and the lich was—the purple crystal staff lingered in his mind, and his preconceived impressions remained until now.

“…… Where to find the old antiques? ”

He let out a low roar, swung his staff, and reached out to grab it, and with a bang, a piece of bony claws rose from the ground and grabbed at the walker's four legs.

But it was at this time that the Messenger felt a palpable throbbing in his heart.

The throbbing was not so much a sensitivity to danger as a foreknowledge of the flow of magic, like an instinct on a spider's web, the trembling of magic that transmitted the terrifying energy fluctuations that erupted from a point to every node of the web in an instant.

Bad thoughts have just risen in the heart of the Messenger.

He had already seen rays of light like the dawn of the sun surging out of every crevice above the Walker II structure. The light was so brilliant and dazzling that a brilliant light shot out of the lens eyes of the constructor.

And in this light it was reduced to ashes.

With a loud sound, the light of the three torches was instantly extinguished.

And a golden ring of flame was born from the darkness and swept through everything.

Far away in another cave, Ruth was running in front of him, but the shockwave from behind caught up with him, sending him flying to the ground and devouring a mouthful of dirt.

He got up in dismay, and looked behind him in some dismay.

This is also a naturalist spell?

Entrance to the A3 area.

The people hiding in the pit felt the strong wind sweep over the plank, and it felt like a scythe sweeping overhead, and everyone looked up, but only saw a cloud of smoke and dust.

Someone was already trembling and asking what kind of spell it was.

Miss Priest was the first to ask the question.

The fluorescence of the screen was shining on Kita's face, and she blinked slightly, blushing a little. But the captain personally told her, and she was always embarrassed to change her words - the name was, it was: "Ji, Jita's big, big bomb......"

"What......?"

The crowd looked at each other in the dark, is there such a spell?

The little girl blushed, the captain was a little bit unsure of names, but for some reason, she thought that this name seemed to be pretty good.

But not to mention this little episode with a name, as the initiator, Fang Yu did not realize it at all - he only reopened his eyes from the darkness, and with one hand, the goggles automatically slid away from his eyes.

He unbuttoned his collar and dropped his cloak, which was a bit of an obstacle—there was no way, and the battle craftsmen didn't have a special attire, so they tended to travel light before hand-to-hand combat.

Fang Yu gently straightened his gloves, then patted Ji Ta's shoulder on the side, and said to her, "Follow up." ”

The three clockwork elves had already lost contact in the blast, but he had picked up some information at the last minute, that the Fireclaw Swordsman's first victory was in the underground of Fenris, killing the Ancient Hunter in one fell swoop.

Although it was a boss of more than twenty levels, it was only a phantom after all, and at that time, he used two 'Fire Claw Swordsmen' to do his best in one battle. And this thing is much more difficult to produce than the 'Fire Djinn', and he has only added one more since Fenris's party has been there.

In short, the battle is not over.

A 'Fireclaw Swordsman' should not have killed the 'Messenger'.

The final scene he saw was the Courier's passive shield spreading in flames, and the ghoul swooping up with his teeth and claws, protecting his master in his arms.

The flames reduced it to soot, but the Owl finally saw the thick glow of the active shield beneath it.

Then the clockwork elf was reduced to parts in the storm.

But the other party should be extremely uncomfortable.

Even a level 25 boss should be greatly weakened under such an impact, and next, the final battle will be. In the darkness, Fang Yu walked forward slowly, the air was filled with the smell of gunsmoke, the smoke and dust dispersed, and the cave became a labyrinth-like scene.

As he passed Ruth, he pulled the other man.

It's just that when that person looked at him and Ji Ta, he obviously had some awe, probably really thinking that he was an adventurer above the third order.

But Fang Yu didn't say anything, and just continued to walk forward. After about a minute or two of smoke and dust, he heard a heavy cough coming from the front, and the dust was slowly parting to the sides, and a black shield of light loomed behind it, just beneath a charred skeleton.

The gigantic ghoul was still in the same position it was in before it was burned, protecting its master, but its original strong body was now only an empty skeleton of bones.

The charred flesh and entrails, and even the eyeballs, were detached from the skeleton.

The first level of the ghoul has officially died out.

The pale Courier was looking up, coughing heavily, almost blood, his eyes and hands bloodshot, the marks of the undead spell, and the injuries were evident.

The skeletal staff in his hand rattled, and he didn't know if it was because of extreme anger or extreme fear.

Two energy angels appeared behind Fang Yu with a faint blue light.

This light was reflected on Fang Yuan's face, and finally let the 'messenger' see his appearance, and Dorifin's memory came to his heart, and he seemed to be vaguely familiar with the young man in front of him: "You, ...... are you?" ”

But how could Fang Yu give him this opportunity to speak, he only shouted: "Up!" ”

The necromancer reacted and let out a low roar.

The black swordsman on the bridge behind him threw away the extinguished torch in his hand, raised his sword high, and rushed in this direction. But Fang Yu crossed his hand and gently grasped the metal glove - the moment the black swordsmen stepped on the wooden bridge, the Ts-1 lurkers in ambush below launched at the same time.

Several traps of force were applied to the undead guards at once, and the wooden bridge collapsed, and the four undead guards fell into the deep stream below at the same time.

The swordsmen, musketeers, and archers of the Guards, musketeers, and archers who had been lying in ambush for a long time were immediately covered by a round of attacks, and with the spells of the priest lady behind, a black swordsman was almost instantly torn apart.

Theoretically, the gravity trap will last for two or three rounds, which is enough time for a few people to deal with the black swordsman.

But it was at this time that the 'messenger' suddenly thrust his staff into the ground, and Ruth, who had been ordered by Fang Yuan to step forward, was grabbed by a huge bone claw sticking out of the ground.

Probably to save her companions, and the necromancer obviously looked like a strong crossbow, the priest lady also became bold. With a crisp prayer, a beam of light focused on her staff, and she spearheaded the attack, firing a bolt of light at the Courier.

Light Arrow is the most powerful attack spell for the Mirera cleric below level 20, and even more so for the undead and dark creatures. But this young lady was a little too bold, completely forgetting the difference in rank between herself and the other party.

Sure enough, before the bolt of light could hit the 'messenger', it turned into a beam of black flames in midair.

"Ahh Miss Priest was taken aback, not expecting her spell to be countered.

The 'Courier' smirked, and there was an ambush under the wooden bridge, which he had been unaware of by the shard. It's a pity that these people are too weak. He swung his staff again, and Miss Priest immediately flew out and fell back under the pit with a scream.

The Guards Swordsman and Musketeer, who were attacking the Black Swordsman, were startled and were about to turn around and go to the rescue.

But it was at this time that Fang Yu shouted: "Don't go over." ”

The two of them were slightly stunned, but a long arrow had already passed over them, hitting the shoulder of the priestess. The latter snorted and fell to the ground, but he stretched out his hands straight and let out a roar.

The swordsmen of the guards and the musketeers were taken aback when they saw this, only to find that the priest's lady had become hideous at some point, and she looked like she didn't recognize her relatives.

"It's mind control," the archer put down his bow and said calmly, "find a way to restrain her." ”

Fang Yu turned around at this time.

The guy in front of him looked like he was about to die of his injuries, but with only this little combat power left, he was fighting back and forth with them.

After all, it's a real level 25 boss-

And he knew that the other party must still have hole cards, and the strength that the other party is showing now is just the level that a necromancer of this level should have.

"Don't give him a chance to cast a spell."

"The more powerful the spell, the more time it takes to prepare."

Miss Tata's voice came from the darkness.

Fang Ou turned around, but there was no trace of Miss Fairy and Miss Cat.

And in the darkness, he faintly saw the reflection of Miss Naturalist's silver magic book, where Kita was—she should have entered the pre-prepared position as well.

Fang Yu turned around at this time.

"Dare to wander," the 'messenger' had already found the face in his memory at this moment, and finally remembered where he had seen the other party, and new hatred and old hatred came to his heart together: "Dorifin's account is just here to be counted." ”

His pale right hand was hooked, and a claw grabbed at Fang Yuan.

But Fang Yu just looked at him.

At the same time, he showed his left hand, which had been hidden behind him.

Five fingers together, metal gloves glittering in the darkness.

The prison of bones had not yet been formed, only a flash of silver light flashed, like a dividing line derived from top to bottom in the darkness. The 'Messenger' felt a chill in his heart, and he had to give up the spell in his hand and flash sideways.

The slender girl in the costume flashed out of thin air, silently slashing behind him, the thin blade slashing past the shield.

A light blue shield damage number popped up in Fang Yuan's field of vision.

The 'messenger' snorted, and when he turned around, he was shocked to realize that the other party's left and right hands could actually control the flexible construction. And after the Angel hits with one blow, the force field ring restricts it from flashing backwards and landing lightly.

The former raised the skull staff and was about to fight back, only to find that the Angel of Energy had split into three as soon as he landed.

Three identical angels stood in the darkness, mirroring each other.

Fang Yuan's soft voice came at this time: "Guess, who is me?" ”

He raised his right hand and straightened his gloves.

The same two identical ones are appearing around him.

The 'Messenger' took a deep breath, not expecting to be teased by his juniors. He closed his eyes, opened them again, roared angrily, raised his staff, and a black light shot towards Fang Yuan.

But the three square plovers didn't move, and the black light penetrated one of his bodies, and the shadow shook a little, unscathed. Then the three of them staggered into each other's positions and stood before the Messenger again.

Fang Yu looked at him for a long time, as if he didn't care about the other party's attack at all: "Do you want to test my reaction so that you can find out who is the main body?" ”

"It's okay, let's see who has more chances."

As soon as the words fell, the three of them raised their right hands in the same movement, and also slashed to the left.

Behind the Messenger, three angels of power pounced on him at the same time. The 'messenger' lowered his eyelids, unmoved by Fang Yuan's words—it was obvious that his previous anger was only pretended, and he only silently noted the previous position of the plover in his mind, and at the same time subconsciously dodged sideways once, and raised his staff to cast a spell again with the same indifference.

Once again, his judgment was wrong, and he turned sideways to let go of an illusion, and the true Angel of Power still slashed at his shield with a sword.

Another light blue number.

The black shield was noticeably darker.

But his spell was still complete, and a black light passed through the phantom of another square plover. Ruth, who was in the bone prison not far away, was staring at this scene with wide eyes—

He found that the 'messenger' had attacked twice, but it was not the same phantom, but Fang Yu had obviously switched positions.

Is it a coincidence? Or did this necromancer really write down the order of the exchanges?

Fang Yuan's face remained unchanged, and his left hand began to control another group of energy angels.

The 'Courier' rolled sideways, and this time he managed to dodge the Angel's attack, but the spell he cast on Fang Yuan when he got up was also avoided by Fang Yuan. In the dark and narrow space, the two fought each other twice, staggering past each other.

This time, Ruth finally saw clearly, and the third attack of the 'Courier' was indeed going towards a different mirror image-

He really remembered the order of the other party's exchange, and even the order of the energy angel exchange.

What an amazing on-the-spot memory?

His lips quirmed, as if he wanted to remind Fang Yuan. But the necromancer's movements were too fast, and by the time he reacted, the other party had already launched a third round of attacks.

Fang Yu obviously couldn't keep up.

Ruth was a little anxious and shook the bone prison vigorously, wanting to go out and help, but the bone prison did not move. On the other side, the black swordsman and the priest who fought against each other also entangled the hands and feet of the others.

Third excess.

The second Angel and its clone finally arrived, and since this group was attacking for the first time, the 'messenger' couldn't dodge and was slashed by a sword on the shield.

The active shield shook and was almost on the verge of shattering.

Of course, if he was in good condition, it would be impossible for the Plover and the two Angels to break through his shield in any way. It's just that after eating the almost zero-distance explosion of the 'Fireclaw Swordsman' earlier, his shield itself is already at the end of the crossbow.

But that's enough.

The Courier thought through gritted teeth, as the skull staff in his hand shot black light—the last of the three phantoms, and it could only be the main body anyway.

"Got you!" He smirked.

But the smile froze on his face again in an instant.

For he clearly saw that this inevitable blow pierced through the phantom of the square plover and disappeared into the darkness in the distance. But the young man in front of him didn't say anything unharmed, and even tilted his head and smiled at him.

"Did you guess?"

In the caves.

Six angels, three plovers, and six phantoms.

But Fang Yu only shook the metal gloves at him slightly: "But I never said that there are only so many phantoms, don't I?" ”

It would have been a very unwise practice for the Combat Craftsman to engage the enemy in close quarters.

The Messenger' was alarmed, and suddenly he realized what he had done—he slammed his skeletal staff in his hand and turned in a direction in the darkness.

There was a scream, and a flying claw whizzed in from that direction, right in the shield before he could react.

'Click'.

The black shield finally shattered.

Then he heard a low and powerful command: "Angel Neng, attack——! ”

……