The huge monster was covered in rotting flesh, like a dog but with horns, like a dragon without wings. After being restrained by Tristan's strings, he continued to roar and struggle, and the sharp strings on his body did not become loose under the struggle, but tightened more and more.

At this moment, Percival, who rushed up with the holy spear, stabbed directly into the side socket of the monster with a violent shot, but not even a trace of blood flowed out of the wound, and the monster was still madly roaring at the two of them, and the dark green flames slowly spread on the ground.

"Looks like this guy is definitely not alive anymore, let's destroy it first." Parcival pulled out the spear and gently shook off the broken flesh on top of it, and then began to glow white as the magic poured into it.

The harp in Tristan's hand continued to play faster, and finally the rapid sound turned into a faint green light point that continued to drift in the air, Tristan's characteristic skill was activated, and the green light point kept converging on the two people's bodies to restore the magic of the two.

Percival held the spear flat in front of him with both hands and rushed forward, and the characteristic skill breakthrough was launched, and with a strong force, the holy spear poured straight into the monster's forehead, and the huge force continued to crash backwards with the monster, and after smashing several walls one after another, Percival's charge stopped.

But the monster didn't seem to be afraid of any damage, and it was clear that it had a scar the size of a bowl on its head, but the other party didn't even have a trace of injury, and before Percival could pull out the gun, it was already moving wildly again.

"Roar" The monster quickly stood up again on all fours on the ground, and Parcival grabbed the spear and was hung in the air under the crazy shaking of the monster, and the two of them may be a big difference in strength alone, after all, the huge body is there.

Tristan's eyes slowly opened, and with the gentle plucking of the harp, a melancholy song slowly drifted away. Tristan's Noble Phantasm of Pain unleashed silently, countless strings cutting at the terrifying monster from all directions.

Although Tristan's Noble Phantasm mobilizes the strings to attack like the usual piano music, it is far from comparable in number and power under normal conditions, and the Noble Phantasm lasts for a long time, and it is not the kind of Noble Phantasm that bursts instantly.

After liberating the treasure, the strings finally firmly trapped the monster in place, and the previous strings may have bent and broken due to the monster's struggle, but now the strings between reality and illusion are difficult to get rid of even if the other party struggles.

The tenacity of the strings reached its limit when it came to breaking through the surface with blades, and the monster's struggle was nothing more than a faster way to cut itself into pieces, and it was useless at all, and Parcival drew his spear and returned to the ground.

"Is there a way to completely eliminate this guy, it looks like there should be some weakness, not even like an undead creature but more like a puppet or something." Tristan said with a frown as he controlled the strings and firmly controlled the other party.

Parcival took a few steps back and nodded: "Yes, the undead creature will have its own consciousness anyway, but this guy doesn't have any autonomous consciousness at all, it is more suitable for other people to come here, and my treasure is not suitable for destroying this kind of guy." ”

"The strength is good, it was a big surprise to me to suppress my little pet so easily." A voice came from behind the two men, and a figure in a black cloak appeared at the end of the hallway behind them.

Percival turned sharply when he heard the voice, and with a wave of the holy spear in his hand, he rushed towards the figure, but the black figure stretched out a hand and shook it lightly at him, and a black mist turned into a huge claw in front of Parcival and grabbed him.

"Rushing towards me in such a hurry, I don't know if you will suffer after you start without checking the details of the enemy... Huh?" The man in black was halfway through his speech when he suddenly realized that his feet were firmly bound by a thin string, and he had no idea when the string appeared.

Tristan was still gently plucking the strings of the harp with one hand, and his fully open eyes slowly turned his head to look at him: "Give it back to you, now tell you where you came from, hidden one, or let you experience the most painful sorrow in the world." ”

The next moment, the brilliant white light exploded in the huge claws, and Percival's characteristic skill magic burst out, clearing the obstacles around him or attacking with an instantaneous burst of magic power is a characteristic skill that many heroic spirits have, and it just so happens that Percival's characteristic skill also has this.

With a furious momentum, Percival rushed towards the black shadow at high speed, but obviously the other party was not so easy to solve, the floor between the two of them suddenly shattered, and a huge rock figure rushed out from below, and the huge fist was pointed at Percival.

As a last resort, Percival stopped the momentum of the charge, and the spear in his hand swept towards the attacking fist, and the spear slashed lightly, and Percival didn't expect that the imposing figure was purely a look, and the stone arm was shattered directly under this shot.

"My Demon Puppet Emperor will not have time to play with you, look at the true strength of this puppet transformed by the lord-level undead, Law Golem" With a soft cry from the black figure, the monster that had been suppressed by Tristan suddenly broke out of control.

Circles of green flames burned violently around its body, and dark green flames burned in the two originally empty eye sockets, and the monster that got rid of control frantically threw it at the two, and the ground was burned by dark green flames, leaving dark footprints one after another.

"I seem to know what this monster is" Percival put the spear in his hand on his chest, and the white light continued to gather towards him: "This dark green flame seems to be the law of eclipse they mentioned before, I'm afraid this guy is the target of our trip - the evil spirit lord, who was actually transformed into his current appearance by that guy just now, and there is infighting between his own people, it's really pitiful." ”

"Has it been transformed into this?" Tristan suddenly frantically played the harp in his hand: "You should be very sad to be transformed into what you are now, don't worry, I will let you be completely redeemed immediately." ”