"I think I know his secret. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Even if it was just a whisper from the other party, it was not difficult for Trassiel to read the lip language.

Know your secrets? The one is called Shiloh. Ian Gray's youth, who seemed to be confident, made Traschel suspicious.

His greatest secret is the ability of his stigma, which Trasher has long relied on to fight his enemies and manipulate them, and it is also because of this ability that he has been able to protect this place through this long time.

It is true that Traschel's stigma ability is not the kind that can be easily cracked after understanding the essence, but if it can be seen through within a few moves, the opponent's keen observation cannot be underestimated.

Holding the sword in his left hand, and gently pulling out the short sword under his ribs with his right hand, there was no pain, only a slight dull sensation spreading in his chest, Trashul knew that his heart had already stopped beating, this was a curse, a promise, and an oath that could not be violated.

In a world where all acquaintances have passed away, Trashol is the only one who reminisces about the past years.

Boom -

Trassiel came back to his senses with a slight noise, and he saw the young man and the young girl slightly separated, as if intending to attack him.

Is it a strategy to outflank the left and right and use one of them to hide the real combat intentions?

Immediately aware of their tactics, Trassier was not worried.

Very witty, but too naïve.

Holding the sword in his right hand, Trashoel took a half-step back with his right foot, making a gesture of preparing for battle.

For a moment, the two sides were silent, only flames, crying in low voices.

The first to move was Shiloh.

Moving forward in a roundabout way, Shiloh hid his right hand in the shadow of his body, and the palm of his left hand was facing Trasher, and the silver-white world strings were intertwined, conjuring up a complex magic circle.

Do you choose to use confinement because of your undead constitution? It's a good idea, but if she is imprisoned again, Trasher may not have the confidence to get out again.

Seeing through Shiloh's spell casting action at a glance, Traschel's longsword was raised high and rushed forward!

However, no matter how threatening the magic is, as long as it misses, it is meaningless.

Raising the wind and dust, Trashuel dodged sideways with Narujin, trying to go around the dead end behind Hilo to avoid being captured, but as soon as he stopped, he noticed something unusual.

In front of Traschel's eyes, where was the imprisoned spell track, he hurriedly looked at Shiloh, only to see that the magic circle in the young man's hand, which was originally shining brightly, instantly dimmed.

Interrupt cast!?

Disrupted by the other party's unexpected actions, Trassier was still surprised when a sword wind whistled behind him.

Reflecting the firelight, the blade of Ashblade made an arc and attacked from Traschel's right side.

Instead of flanking the flanks, Princess Elyfils reversed course after taking a step to the left, clutching Trashur's position, and swinging her sword down the moment Narujin finished her assault.

The weapon in his hand quickly blocked backwards, after all, Traschel's strength was still stronger than that of Princess Erefels, and after a moment of confrontation, he pushed out his sword, ready to deal with the enemy in front of him first, but found that his movements seemed to have become much slower.

"Imprisoned!"

Shiloh didn't let go of this gap, and his hidden right hand unleashed the confinement that had interrupted the casting.

The battlefield is changing rapidly, and all opportunities are fleeting.

Facing Trassier, who was half a beat slower due to the influence of the confinement, Her Royal Highness naturally did not miss this good opportunity, leaned over to avoid his sword, and the cold light of the ash edge in his hand flashed, and stabbed straight into the chest of the undead knight.

The cacophony of armor and sword blades echoing through the cavern, and Princess Elyfils didn't stop there, she raised her left foot and kicked her opponent, drawing her sword out of Trassier's attack with all her strength.

Almost at the same time that Her Royal Highness retreated, the surroundings of the undead knight were shrouded in a silvery glow.

Trial.

The left hand is raised, and the light of judgment representing the will of the goddess is dazzling.

From the cracks in Traschel's armor, countless particles of light escaped and disappeared, and the undead knight, who had been fiercely attacked, seemed to have been hit hard, standing in place, unable to move for a long time.

"Succeeded......"

Princess Elyfils stopped the trembling of her right hand holding her sword, looked at Trassier, who was motionless, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Not yet!"

Shiloh knew that as a boss-level boss, it was impossible to be defeated so easily, let alone a gold-level enemy, even if from this series of battles, the other party seemed to be unable to exert his full strength for some special reason, but it was still not to be underestimated.

Even so, Shiloh doesn't think that all of the attacks so far have been completely ineffective, according to the data of the fire-eating Sierra Leone, coupled with the negative health of the humanoid monster, Trasher should be currently at a near-death health level, and it will take one or two attacks to take him down.

As if confirming Shiloh's words, Trashur, who had been standing like a stone statue, raised the sword in his hand. Then, gone.

No, it's not disappearing, it's a rapid movement that the naked eye can't catch at all.

Princess Elyfils only had time to protect the vital point with her sword before she was knocked away by the huge force of the impact, and the explosion of the long sword sweeping through the air only reached her ears at this moment.

Traschel's speed outpaced the sound.

In midair, a condensed mist of light water fills the air, which is a sign of breaking the sound barrier.

Her Royal Highness was directly hit by the aftermath of the impact against the wall at the other end of the cave, blood pouring from her throat into her mouth and oozing from the corner of her mouth, although she protected her heart from dying on the spot, but the storm from the slash left a little blood on her white arms and thighs.

Seeing that Her Royal Highness the princess was still alive, Shiloh breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and at the same time, the magic circle in his palm was also constructed.

"Carving insect skills!"

Speaking in a deep voice, Trassier could sense the fluctuation of his magic even with his back to Shiloh, and turned around, pointing his sword straight at Shiloh's heart.

The air was compressed, and then exploded, and the murderous aura of the sword beyond the speed of sound was awe-inspiring, and even if it was only bruised, it would be impossible to escape death.

However, Shiloh didn't dodge, or even if he did, he couldn't be faster than Traschel's sword.

So he just stood there.

The howling of the wind is intertwined with the flickering of light.

The sword tore through Shiloh's barrier of will and plunged straight into Shiloh's left shoulder blade, as the silver-gray light pierced through Trasher's armor and burned his parched skin.

The two of them remained in this position for only half a second, and in the next moment, Trashuel drew his sword blade, bringing out crimson blood, and Shiloh also cast a divine light spell on himself, pulling the health that fell to the bottom back to the safety line.

Then, Shiloh didn't stop there, he pulled the short sword he had picked up from his waist and stabbed it deep into Traschel's neck with all his might.

Trashur, who could have easily dodged the attack, didn't move for some reason, only watched as the silver-white short sword pierced through the skin and tore through the muscles, until the last inch of the blade was not in his body.

"When did you learn the nature of my stigma?"

There was no screaming, no struggle, Trashoel just asked calmly, as if the two were not in the battlefield of a death match, but at the bar of the tavern.

"Time of confinement."

Shiloh replied softly with a slight smile on his lips.

No matter how against the sky, no matter how skillful it is, it is not possible to deceive the system, and it is through the duration of imprisonment that Shiloh judges the opponent's hole cards.

"Yes, you are the second one who can see through my stigma and in turn rely on this characteristic to suppress it."

Not interested in asking who the first person was, Shiloh was full of the only thought that his guess was correct.

"My stigma, the hourglass of time, is able to allocate its time freely."

Saying lightly, Trassiel didn't care about the short sword he had in his neck at all.

"For me, a second can be 10,000 years, and 10,000 years can be a second, and as long as you pay the price, you can get the same harvest."

As long as you pay a thousand years, you can spend a thousand years in a second, and you can exchange it equally, this is the law of the world.

Trassiel said, taking two steps back and drawing his dagger with difficulty.

"But what are you capable of...... There are also limitations......"

Shiloh had difficulty breathing, and even though his health could be restored by the Divine Light Technique, the impact of the wound could not be eliminated, and the health on the side of his vision was slowly decreasing with the passage of time.

The reason why he still spends effort to talk to Trasher is Shiloh's vague speculation, maybe this trial is not just to defeat the other party, but to show his strength in the battle, otherwise if it is later in the game, those players with powerful equipment can also hang this gold-level knight at will to obtain the inheritance, and the CCE that Shiloh understands is impossible to design that kind of mentally retarded story mission.

"Although you can speed up your own time flow, you must correspondingly return within a certain period of time to slow down your time flow."

Shiloh said, recalling that Trasher had been inexplicably still several times, if he could really speed up his time at will, then as long as he kept using it, he could defeat the two of them in an instant, and the reason why he didn't do it was more than temptation, but more because of his own limitations!

"You're right."

Nodding, Traschel's sword hung down.

It looks like this is what it looks like to pass the trial?

Shiloh thought to himself, wondering what the so-called "Legacy of the Stars" was.

To put it bluntly, the inheritance is equivalent to a special skill or talent, which is outside of all the professional systems of the "Rainbow Poem", similar to the stigma, but the difference is that the stigmata is unique to each person, but the inheritance can be delivered from one person to another.

"Therefore, through the final trial, I am about to deliver the inheritance to you."

Traschel's words made Shiloh's face change suddenly.

The second stage of GodTM!?

Before Shiloh could be surprised, a little red light seeped out from the depths of Traschel's armor.

That's the color of fire.

The originally dry knight burned like firewood, and the whole person was bathed in flames, like a torch, dazzling in the deep cavern.

And the original rusty long sword, all the rust at this moment has disappeared, replaced by a crimson sword body, the same blazing blade, it is a flame sword that can feel the scorching breath just by looking at it.

"Take the test, Shiloh. Ian Gray. ”

Exhaling a scorching breath, Trashul the Flame Burner looked into Shiloh's eyes with a fiery gaze.