A mouthful of blood sprayed on the board.

The black and white colors were suddenly covered by scarlet, and the broken chess pieces that were already scattered on the chessboard looked like ruins at this moment.

"No!"

"I'm not going to lose!"

The man who manipulated the chess pieces roared in a low voice.

Even if the face is covered by the system, the cowardly can realize the hideousness and madness of the other party's face at this time.

The timid stood up without hesitation.

He was ready to leave.

For him, who had only lost three disobedient skeletons, leaving was the best option.

Otherwise......

Looking at the scarlet chessboard, the cowardly shrank his neck.

He didn't want to risk his life.

"This is the end of our cooperation."

"The Demon of Fire is not something I can provoke."

"Hope...... We can have other collaborations next time. ”

The cowardly man paused, then continued.

But in their hearts, the cowardly did not think that there would be a next cooperation.

Because, he didn't think that the other party would be able to survive the hands of the Fire Demon.

After saying such words, the cowardly turned and left.

The room filled with shadows instantly overwhelmed his figure.

"End of cooperation?"

"You never knew that you couldn't end up once you entered this castle."

The person who manipulated the chess pieces completely ignored the blood on the corner of his mouth, and the other party raised his right hand and squeezed it violently as he spoke.

Burst!

As if a watermelon fell to the ground, a scream passed quickly, and a ball of flesh and blood floated over and landed on the chessboard.

"Sacrifice!"

"I'm going to sacrifice this flesh!"

"I'm going to turn the tide!"

The other party's voice echoed in the shadowy room, and the blood-stained chessboard immediately bloomed with a faint light.

Such light penetrated through the flesh.

No!

To be precise, the flesh is shrouded, and under the shroud of light, the flesh and blood disappear quickly, as if it has been swallowed.

And when the last bit of flesh disappeared from the chessboard, a blood-red piece appeared in the opponent's hand.

"Now!"

"Let me reverse the way together!"

As he spoke, the opponent pressed the blood-red chess pieces on the chessboard.

Syllable!

The excessive force made the chess pieces make a crisp sound after touching the chessboard.

But......

Nothing happened.

The blood-red chess pieces stand motionless in the center of the board.

"How so?"

The man who manipulated the chess pieces stared at the blood-red chess pieces, his eyes glazed over, and his mouth muttered to himself.

"Why isn't that?"

"Do you really think that my boss would do nothing and step into a strange castle?"

"Or do you think my boss is really just here for beef broth?"

The voice of banter suddenly sounded.

Then, an arm rests on the shoulder of the person who is manipulating the chess piece, making the opponent unable to move.

"You, you ......"

Feeling the force on his arm, the person who manipulated the chess pieces looked at the person next to him in horror.

It's hidden, it's not known.

It stands to reason that no one will be able to come in at all.

After all, there are no doors in the conventional sense of the word.

"Me?"

"Of course I walked in."

"It's weird, but for me, it's really like going home."

The superior demon looked at each other with a grin, and at the same time, looked at the shadows around him.

At this moment, these shadows seem to be ordinary, but in the eyes of the superior evil spirits, they have already seen something hidden in the depths, stretching their bodies and preparing to open their teeth and claws at it, and may let out a roar.

The superior demon shrugged.

"There's always someone who thinks he's smart."

With that, it waved its arm on the other's shoulder.

Burst!

The head of the man who manipulated the chess piece flew into the air in a gush of blood in his chest.

The head's eyes widened, full of unwillingness and anger.

Because, until this time, the other party found out that the blood-colored chess pieces were still in his hands and did not fall on the chessboard.

Magic!

The other party, who was not a rookie, reacted quickly.

But what's the use?

Lives are gone.

Syllable!

The head of the person who manipulated the chess pieces fell to the ground, and the thing that was about to move in the shadows died down in an instant, and the superior evil spirit didn't even look there, it picked up the blood-colored chess pieces in the opponent's hand, and then, picked up the chessboard again, and the whole person disappeared in place.

Its task is not yet complete.

The guy who was killed in front of him was just a handful.

The real enemy is still in the depths of the castle.

As for the ones who manipulate the chess pieces?

Everything the other person thinks is in control.

But it's just a pawn.

A guy who has just entered the ranks, obtained a certain strange item, and became arrogant, and in the end, died of his own ignorance.

The superior evil spirit gave the other party a very loyal evaluation in his heart.

In the same way, the 'swordsmith' who was pierced in the shoulder by a shadow sword also gave himself a very loyal warning in his heart.

Never owe favors to others in the future!

Feeling the wound in his shoulder without the slightest pain, the 'Swordsmith' smiled wryly.

There is bound to be pain when there is a wound.

There are only two possibilities for a wound but no pain.

First, the weapon that caused the wound was poisonous.

Second, the person who caused the wound has other ideas.

Either way, the 'Swordsmith' thinks it's terrible.

Just like the sword his shadow had given him.

It was almost when he pierced his heart, he felt the danger after countless times, and after dodging with all his might, he still hurt his shoulder.

Moreover, such damage is defenseless.

The armor, inner armor, and even force field shields on his body were useless.

Just like that, he was pierced by his own shadow with a sword.

It's like giving yourself a sword.

To make matters worse, after giving him a sword, his shadow disappeared, and in the natural light, he had no shadow at the moment.

Witch curse?

Demon tricks?

Purgatory stitching?

Speculation appeared in his mind, and the 'swordsmith' tried to solve the problem in front of him in his own way.

But, all useless.

Holy water, exorcism silverware, mahogany charms, etc., have no effect.

On the contrary, the uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Leave!

Get out now!

Otherwise, it's going to be completely finished!

The uneasiness in his heart was urging him.

Even if there is no shadow, leave immediately.

The Swordsmith followed the voice from within himself and began to step back.

But just as he was moving, the street behind him disappeared.

The inner city of the castle in front of him opened the gate with the squeak of a winch.

A swarthy man walked out.

The swarthy other party has no facial features, but his breath is unusually familiar.

The 'Swordsmith' recognized the other almost at the first sight.

No one is more familiar with each other than he is.

Because, that's his shadow!

Just after stabbing him, his vanishing shadow.

The pitch-black shadow paused, as if to laugh, and then, out of thin air, he raised his hand and pulled out a shadow sword.

The tip of the sword is pointed directly at the 'Sword Forger'.

The 'Swordsmith' frowned.

Not only because his own shadow drew his sword at him, but also because with the other party's sword, the surrounding scene changed again.

It became an ancient arena.

The site is wide and has high platforms on all sides.

Bloody cheers rang out incessantly.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

One after another, in the high-pitched cry like a wave, the shadow of the 'swordsmith' moved.

It flipped the tip of its sword upside down and stabbed it toward its left arm.

Burst!

The Shadow Sword pierced through Shadow's left arm.

Then, a cut appeared on the swordsmith's left arm, and blood flowed profusely.

Unlike before, there was no pain.

At this time, the real pain instantly spread to the depths of the 'swordsmith's brain, making the 'swordsmith''s breathing stagnant.

Immediately after, the 'Swordsmith''s eyes widened.

Because, at this moment, the shadow of the 'swordsmith' who belonged to him stabbed more than ten swords at his body.

Each sword dodges the vital point.

But each sword was painful.

A painful snort, an irrepressible appearance.

After the people on the high platform around heard such a cry of pain, the cheers became louder and louder.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

Again, the bloody cry rang out.

The shadow without facial features, like a real person, walked around the arena, showing its pierced body as it walked.

Each time it brought immense pain to the 'Swordsmith'.

And when the shadow circled the field for a week, the 'swordsmith' was half-kneeling on the ground, and there was no good piece of meat on his body, and it was completely no different from the appearance after a thousand cuts.

But the 'Swordsmith' is not dead.

The path he chose was destined for his tenacity and strong vitality.

It is also destined for his adaptability.

The shadow pierced his body again, but the difference was that this time the 'swordsmith' did not cry out in pain, not only did he not exhale in pain, but stood up again.

"I see."

The Swordsmith muttered to himself.

As he spoke, he walked towards his shadow.

The shadow that was still showing off his might a moment ago became cringe in the face of the approaching 'swordsmith'.

Seeing this, the 'swordsmith' grinned.

"You can inflict damage on me, but you don't have the ability to inflict fatal damage on me, that's why you choose this way to wear down my will."

"After all, once I decide that I am a loser, with the bonus of this illusion, you may be able to kill me!"

Or......

"Instead!"

The last sentence, 'Swordsmith' was shouted.

And, in the midst of this roar, the 'swordsmith' grabbed his own shadow by the neck and threw it to the ground as if he were throwing a sack.

"The guy hiding inside, come out for me!"

Rumble!

The earth seemed to tremble.

The shadow shattered.

Appeared again at the feet of the 'Swordsmith'.

Everything around is gone again.

Once again, the 'Swordsmith' appeared in front of the castle's inner city.

However, he didn't catch the guy who left him scarred.

Squeak, squeak!

Just as the Swordsmith pulled out the healing potion, the door to the inner city opened again, and almost instinctively, the Swordsmith ducked into the shadows on one side.

Wheels, wheels.

With the sound of wooden wheels, a prisoner cart was pushed out of the inner city.

Looking at the people in the prisoner car, the 'swordsmith' narrowed his eyes.

That man is De Coman!

Although the system conceals his face, the aura 'swordsmith' will not forget.

However, looking at Decoman in the prisoner car, the 'swordsmith' hesitated.

"Could this be another trap?"

Subconsciously, the 'swordsmith' rubbed the brass ring.

……

After being paid by White Jack for five bowls of beef soup, Qin Ran walked out of the restaurant.

"That collaborator of mine is dead."

After walking out of the restaurant, White Jack said suddenly.

"Collaborators?"

Qin Ran looked at the white skeleton.

"It's the contractor."

"However, our contract is special and there is no element of command, so I call it a collaborator."

White Jack explained.

Qin Ran didn't speak, and looked at the other party quietly.

He believed that the other party's sudden words were not for such an explanation.

And that's exactly what happened.

Under Qin Ran's gaze, White Jack continued.

"My collaborator is dead, I can't stay in the city anymore, I can't go back to the original world, I can only die according to the rules."

"But I don't want such a silent demise."

"So, I want to renew my contract with you."

"Of course, it won't be that kind of contract of cooperation, but a real entourage contract, and your strength is worthy of my allegiance."

White Jack said like a knight, kneeling on one knee, his right hand clenched into a fist on his chest, at the place of his heart.

"Oh."

Qin Ran said loudly that he understood, and then he bypassed the other party and continued to walk forward.

White Jack was stunned.

Undoubtedly, the skeleton never thought of such a situation.

Getting an entourage for no reason, such a good thing, how can anyone still not be tempted?

"My lord, I am willing to swear allegiance to you!"

White Jack reiterates.

And this time, Qin Ran didn't even pay attention to it, and just walked towards the location of the inner city.

"Be careful, ...... there"

Looking at Qin Ran's movements, White Jack was shocked.

Although it doesn't really know about the castle because of its cooperation, it does know some dangerous places.

For example: near the inner city gates.

But then Whitejack's voice stopped abruptly.

Crunch!

The gate of the inner city slowly opened, and a figure walked out of the door respectfully, saluting Qin Ran and saying, "Boss." ”

After saluting, the superior evil spirit straightened his waist, presented the chessboard and the blood-colored chess pieces with both hands, and looked at Qin Ran flatteringly.

The superior demons are waiting to be praised.

Of course, out of the corner of his eye, he was looking at White Jack.

The meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Sarcasm!

Despise!

If it weren't for Qin Ran being in front of him, the high-ranking evil spirit would definitely stomp on White Jack under his feet, and asked the other party loudly, like it, it is a slave contract that works hard and complains, why should you follow the contract as a skeleton, just because you are white?

Bah!

Shameless!