Chapter 122: The Hatred of the Martyrs (4)

Electricity and flames bloom in this dark tomb, like beautiful fireworks under the night sky, charming and dangerous!

Rumble!

The terrifying loud noise was connected, and the overflowing thunder and flames were like flying dragon snakes, and in the blink of an eye, Hoffman had been completely devoured. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

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Although the lich's damage reduction was very powerful, it still couldn't withstand Ryan's fatal blow, and as a large piece of bone stubble flew away, Hoffman's short body flew like a leather ball, and his tattered and dirty clothes were quickly burned in the flames, and the naked bones of Sensen were covered with large scorched black marks.

"Master? No! Shocked by the surprise attack on Hoffman, Varests kicked away the dying skeleton steed like thunder and galloped towards Ryan.

Time was running out, and as Varess moved, Ryan immediately raised his knife and chased after the badly wounded lich. However, as soon as he raised his foot, a surging wave of magic power spread throughout his body.

Spells are instantaneous, human immobilization!

The pupils instantly turned into pinpoint points, but even so, Ryan couldn't change the truth with emotion. The magic that surrounded him was like endless ice, and it completely froze his body in an instant.

"I really underestimated your guts." Slowly getting up from the ground, Hoffman patted the scorched marks on his body, his eyes revealing endless gloom.

"Master!" When he came to Ryan's side, Vares, who was full of panic, knelt on the ground fiercely, only to hear a muffled sound, and two sunken holes appeared on the ground, "It's all my fault, it's all my negligence... ā€

"Shut up!" With a deep shout, Hoffman interrupted his words, and glanced murderously at Lanier and the others not far away, "Give you a chance to atone for your sins." ā€

"Kill them all!"

"Yes!" For Vares now, the master is everything to him, and now Hoffman is actually hurt by these humans, and the boundless anger almost drives him crazy. Looking viciously at Lanier, Varess slowly got up and walked forward slowly, step by step.

"Don't touch that little girl, I still have a good show to watch." With the help of the levitation technique, Hoffman stretched out his palm, which was only bone, and slowly cut small scars on Ryan's face.

Nodding slightly, Varess did not reply, and the inexplicable heavy pressure made the few people in front of him more and more nervous.

"This is the first time I've been hurt so badly by a small mid-level professional, human, and you should be proud of that. But... The eerie low laugh made the sweaty half-elf cold, and the soul fire in Hoffman's eyes beat more and more happily when he saw the culprit who injured him like this, "It's a pity. ā€

"I will never let go of someone who hurts me!" Roaring with rage, Hoffman stretched out his index finger and pointed it at Ryan's forehead, and in the horrified gaze of everyone, the majestic magic visible to the naked eye surged.

As the incantation from Hoffman's mouth fell, endless magic shot out from his fingertips.

Spell identification is successful, death finger!

The endless cold swelled up from the depths of the soul, the consciousness seemed to be withdrawn from the body, the control of the body and all perceptions disappeared in an instant, as if falling into the endless abyss, the heart-rending shouts and arrogant laughter in the ears became farther and farther away, more and more imperceptible...

"Ryan!" The magic of the seven-ring spell fluctuated, and even Lanier in the distance clearly felt the throbbing in his heart, watching his companion being hit by the spell, like a puppet that had been cut off, unable to collapse backwards, and the indescribable pain made him almost faint.

"Sad? In that case, go and accompany him ... ā€

"Lanier beware!"

A deep voice suddenly appeared in Lanier's ears, followed by Laura's belated exclamation.

This is, the monk's retreat!

Time seemed to slow down all of a sudden, and Lanier slowly turned his head to see Vares's right hand outstretched, like a sharp sword, stabbing hard into his reflex-turned eyes.

Poof!

"Ahh Blood twinked in the air, like a blooming rose, and Lanier's hysterical screams didn't seem like they could come from his throat, as if the sound had cracked open his chest, making everyone who heard it shudder.

A punch wiped out one of the opponent's eyes, Vares's face showed perverted pleasure, and he was about to step forward to end the other party's painful life, when a trace of disdain suddenly flashed on his face: "I can't help myself." ā€

Raising his feet backwards like lightning, only to hear a dull crashing sound, Laura, who had just raised his weapon to sneak attack, flew out like a cannonball, and fell heavily to the ground, with a wail of limbs and bones, and it was difficult to get up from the ground for a while.

Ignoring the woman who had been knocked away, Varess glanced at the Death Knight who was charging at him on his horse, clenched his fists, and stepped forward towards the wailing Lanier.

Just as he raised his fist, a blue glow suddenly appeared in front of him. I saw Chloe take advantage of the opportunity created by Laura to stop between the two in time, and her thin arms stretched out, blocking Lanier behind her delicate body.

"Get out of the way." Unable to make a move on the little ghost due to Hoffman's orders, Vares frowned and shouted angrily at her.

The latter trembled, and her cute little face was full of nervousness and fear, but when she saw her relatives who had doted on her so much looked at her with such strange eyes, grief filled her whole body: "Uncle Vares, don't, please wake up... ā€

The choked cry was like a cuckoo crying blood, the sound was tear-jerking, and he looked at the little girl in front of him in silence, and Vares's movements somehow stopped. To Chloe's surprise, there was a hint of struggle in his eyes.

"Livestock! You will never be allowed to hurt your master! Before Chloe could speak again, the Death Knight was already behind Vares, whose inner struggle was replaced by a sense of crisis, and his face was once again calm, and he turned and rushed towards the galloping Bradley.

Me, where is this?

As if falling into the endless sea, there was a deep feeling of powerlessness in all directions, as if the feeling of suffocation made Ryan's consciousness more and more blurred, and just before he was about to fall asleep completely, a mechanical cold voice woke him up.

The tenacity test was successful

"Ho!" Suddenly his eyes opened, and the half-elf beat his lungs hungrily, and his heavy breathing sounded like that of an old man in the last years of the wind and candles, making a burst of whirring sounds pulling the bellows.

"Why?" The weakness of his body limited Ryan's movements, and he turned his head with great difficulty and opened his mouth to Hoffman beside him, "Why don't you kill me?" ā€

That's right, Hoffman's subordinates showed mercy, with Ryan's physique and the difference in strength between the two, it is almost impossible to carry the instant death effect of this death finger!