Rumble! The ground shook violently, and an earthy yellow clay puppet rose from the circle, its strong body blocking Roland's charging footsteps, waving its long arms and slapping it towards him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The god-given shield steadily withstood the large earth elemental slap, and Roland swung his sword in counterattack, cutting a deep mark in the clay puppet's chest, and the sword blade splashed not blood, but just a puff of choking dust.

The large earth elemental feet were buried deep in the ground, like a thick wall blocking Roland's face, making it impossible for him to bypass himself to attack the Soul Prisoner hiding behind the wall, and all the arrows that Lyudmila shot were blocked.

Taking advantage of the rare respite, the Soul Prisoner frantically extracted Priest Kord's soul energy, and cast spells in succession, first summoning a ghost hand floating in the air to make up for the inconvenience caused by the loss of his left hand, and then his fingertips moved forward a little bit, shooting out a pitch-black "debilitating ray", which pierced through the gap in the armpit of the large earth elemental and hit Roland's chest.

The Weakening Ray was only a 1-ring spell, but it dealt more damage to Roland than all of Soul Prisoner's previous attacks combined, as the humble Ray didn't require any kind of immunity to be effective.

The moment he was hit by the ray, Roland was chilled, and his strength was rapidly lost along with his body temperature, and he finally fell to 20.

A weak ray takes away 8 points of strength, and Roland knows what the consequences will be after a few more hits, and what is even worse is that the Soul Prisoner Demon does not rely on the "spell bit" to cast spells, as long as the Priest Kord imprisoned in its body has not been completely drained, it will continue to cast spells.

"Hey, young man, you regret it now, don't you?" The Soul Prisoner smirked, "I'll savor your fear and despair, drain your power, and finally imprison you inside me and squeeze your soul!" ”

Spitting out a vicious curse, he raised his right hand again, the pitch-black negative energy condensed in his fingertips, and another ray of weakness was about to shoot out.

Shout! An arrow burrowed from under the large earth elemental's armpit and nailed into the Soul Prisoner's Palm, and the debilitating ray also missed its target.

The Soul Prisoner bit the tail of the arrow, pulled the arrow out of his palm, spit it out with a "phew", and stared viciously at the female ranger with accurate archery on the opposite side: "Little girl, you are looking for death!" ”

The ghostly hand of the shadow seemed to sense the hatred of its master, and floated towards Lyudmila, and the negative energy gathered in his hand emitted a terrifying cold glow.

Lyudmila fired her bow and arrows continuously, and the arrows hit the black hand hanging in the air, but she couldn't stop it from approaching, and her face couldn't help but change: "What kind of monster is that?" ”

Roland waved his shield to block the Earth Elemental Slap, took the time to glance at the ghost hand, and immediately shouted without looking back, "Mira, run!" ”

"Ghost Hand" is a very special 2-ring necromantic spell, it is not lethal in itself, but it can be used to cast touch spells remotely in place of the caster, and this hand is a virtual body, ordinary weapons cannot cause damage to it, and magic weapons also have a half miss rate.

If Lyudmila keeps shooting, the arrows fired by the "Bow of Silence" have their own magical effect, and it is possible to destroy the "Ghost Hand", but it will take a lot of time and energy, and during this time, the Ghost Hand has already floated in front of her, and whether it is "energy absorber touch" or "ghoul's touch", it will pose a great threat to her.

Lyudmila did not hesitate at all, put away her longbow and turned to run wildly, rushing out of the door like the wind, and in a blink of an eye there was no shadow.

Seeing that the female ranger was fleeing quickly, the Soul Prisoner Demon didn't bother to chase after her, and ordered the ghost hand to guard the door to prevent her from going and returning, and sneered at Roland through the large earth element.

"That little girl is probably your lover, but her love for you is obviously not as deep as your love for her, since she has abandoned you and escaped alone, what reason do you have to stay here and work hard?"

Roland turned a deaf ear to its taunts, and indifferently swung his sword at the large earth elemental. The clay puppet was finally overwhelmed, and it collapsed with a thud, turning into loose dirt.

Now that there was no barrier between him and the Soul Prisoner, he strode towards it with his sword.

The Soul Prisoner Demon didn't care about losing the meat shield, it had prepared a weakening ray, Roland's destruction of the large earth element helped him clear his vision, in the cramped room, the two of them were less than fifteen feet apart, and there was no third person to interfere, what reason would this weakness ray fail?

The Imprisoned Soul Demon smiled and raised his right hand, aiming his index finger at Roland's chest, the pitch-black beam of negative energy ready to strike.

As long as this ray hits, Roland's power will be weakened to the level of an ordinary human, and it will easily twist Roland's throat with a strength far beyond the opponent's.

At this moment, there was a slight movement behind the Soul Prisoner, and a hazy figure entered through the wall, the scimitar in his hand flickering.

The Soul Prisoner turned around in a hurry, his face full of disbelief.

"Y-Why are you back!"

Lyudmila held the "Wandering Blade", and her tall and muscular body flashed back and forth between the spirit realm and the main material plane. Long before entering the grave keeper's hut, Roland had prepared a contingency plan, and once he was in a bitter battle in the house, Lyudmila would exit the house, activate the "Wandering Blade" with its own "flashing technique", enter through the wall from the back of the house, and cooperate with him to flank the enemy.

So when Roland sent the signal, Lyudmila did not hesitate to withdraw and walked around the back of the house to carry out the predetermined tactics.

The Soul Prisoner didn't know anything about this, and when she was a female ranger who was greedy for life and afraid of death, she abandoned her companions and ran away alone, never dreaming that the other party would suddenly appear from behind her.

At this moment, the Soul Prisoner regretted it, knowing that he should have let the Ghost Hand continue to follow the female ranger and drive her away from the cabin, at least not let her sneak behind him so easily.

Anxious to make up for its mistakes, it stretched out its arms and claws at Lyudmila's throat.

Although there is some miscalculation, fortunately, there is only one woman in front of her, how strong can a woman who plays with a bow have? The Soul Prisoner didn't think that the other party would be much of a threat to himself by abandoning his bow and arrow, which he was good at, and using a scimitar.

Lyudmila sneered and backhanded the "Wandering Blade" back into its scabbard.

If it was a forgivable mistake that the Soul Prisoner didn't expect her to enter through the wall, and at this moment he actually wanted to use brute force to fight her, it would be a real suicide!

Lyudmila, who looks at it horizontally and vertically, is a "archer", in fact, what she is best at is not archery but empty-handed grappling, and she has been teaching her various joint skills and throwing skills since her father was still alive.

In terms of strength alone, Lyudmila is no stronger than the Soul Prisoner, but when it comes to empty-handed fighting skills, especially the skills of grappling and stumbling, the one-armed Soul Demon is only ravaged by her.

Syllable! There was a crisp sound in the air, and Lyudmila slashed the wrist of the Soul Prisoner with her left palm, and her right hand climbed up like a spirit snake, holding the elbow joint like lightning and pressing it down in reverse, exerting all the strength of her body on the opponent's fragile arm bone, breaking it with a click, pulling it around and turning around, and the Soul Prisoner rolled over her shoulder and flew out.

Roland had already put away Durandal and replaced it with a dreadnought riding spear, stepped out and jumped up, and stabbed the Soul Prisoner's throat in the air with a volley, instantly bursting out with triple damage!

Full force, fearless charge!

Burst! The tip of the spear was nailed to the wall through the back of the head, and the Prisoner Soul Demon was like a dangling wind chicken, and it stopped struggling after a few convulsions. (To be continued.) )