In the surging five-ring illusion aura behind him, there is a four-ring plastic energy aura.

"It's ...... Phantom Sculpting? "Charles had suffered at the hands of the red-robed mage Jemi, who specialized in illusion, so he was impressed by the [Phantom Shaping Technique].

Whoop whoop.

In the flash of light, three crackling lightning javelins shot at him from behind.

At this moment, Charles heard the crisp spell of Mavis.

[Protective Energy Damage: Lightning]*3.

If you pay attention to it, Charles will find that the character's status bar suddenly has 3 extra layers of energy shield, bang, three lightning javelins pierced his body, his blood volume dropped more than 200 points in an instant, if there is no energy shield, plus the lightning javelin's additional electric shock damage, he may be dead or violently.

"Ciric!"

Charles shouted, activated the flying technique, and was about to throw himself the explosive divine state of [Divine Energy] in hand-to-hand combat, but Ciric's blood mist projection laughed and disappeared in his gaze.

"Looks like Ciric wants to kill you alive." Mayvis pointed out the key in one sentence, "Your two five-ring attack magic 'Flame Strike Technique' have been used, and there are very few four-ring and three-ring attack magic skills, so Ciric anticipates your next attack method and avoids melee combat with you......"

In fact, the Priest's attack methods are very limited, and most of the time he sets himself a variety of magic buffs in melee combat, except for priest players who take the pure milk route.

"Mayvis, how many spells can you give me today?"

"There is no limit to one five-ring, 2 four-rings, 3 three-rings, five second-rings, and one ring."

"Too little!" Charles frowned.

Even with the five rings, there are not many spells that can really make Ciric project seriously injured and disabled, and after completing the story mission in Ephraska, Charles almost used up the scroll inventory on his body, and most of the remaining three-ring and four-ring scrolls were left in the team warehouse, allowing the team members to exchange them for team contributions.

To put it simply, Charles found himself at a cost to the projection of Ciric's illusionist.

Hand-to-hand combat?

Ciric didn't give it a chance at all. Fortunately, he was restrained enough, otherwise when he threw out the explosive magic [Divine Energy], and Shirek disappeared and sneaked again, then he would have wasted a four-ring magic in vain.

After much thought, Charles decided not to bird this projection of Shirek.

He didn't forget this campaign mission, conquering the Dark Castle!

Although killing a projection of Shirek has more than 30% experience gain, and his current upgrade progress is 70%, and killing another god projection will properly upgrade to level 25, but in terms of character level and campaign missions, Charles has undoubtedly chosen the mission.

Spreading his maximum flight speed, Charles rushed towards the main hall of the Dark Keep.

Bang.

Falling to the ground, the Dark Knight knocked two hammers at the door, and Charles pushed open the door of the hall.

The High Lord of the Dark Keep, the heroic Dark Guardian Pergost, sat on the throne of the Great Hall. He was motionless, his face covered in a skeletal metal mask, there was not a single light source in the hall, and Charles could barely see a pair of cold eyes slowly opening under the metal mask with the help of dark vision.

“…… Has the Blood Sacrifice been completed? ”

"Of course." Charles shrugged, "However, Ciric may not come, he is as timid as a mouse. ”

"I see. I'm already waiting for death. ”

Pergost slowly stood up and picked up his two-handed greatsword from the weapon rack next to the throne.

His sword was clearly of good quality, with dark red magic circuits all over the body, and the entire sword was faintly coated with a dark magical aura, which was a runic and enchanted effect.

"Watch out for his weapons!" "Darkness blesses and drinks blood. ”

Dark Blessing?

Drinking blood?

Needless to say, drink blood, bloodsucking enchantment. And the rune 'Dark Blessing', which Charles presumably is designed to increase damage to creatures of different faiths.

"Come on!" Charles spoke casually to Pergost, scanning the surroundings for Mavis to detect the possible projection of Ciric.

But Pergost's expression was a little strange, implying a kind of mockery, and he turned to the empty area next to the throne and bent down, "Lord Manson, it has been determined that this is the person, he is the leader of the resistance. ”

"Hmm."

A faint nasal voice sounded in the main castle hall. Charles's pupils shrank slightly, and he said incredulously in his heart: "...... Manson is also there? He wasn't dragged down by the followers of Ciric? ”

He didn't know about the Blood Sacrifice Hall.

After the defensive barrier disappeared, Manson rushed into the hall, and the Shirek did not lower the battle clone, the group of Shirek believers were a rabble under Manson, and they had just performed blood sacrifices, some of them died directly, and some of them lost their lifespans ranging from ten to thirty years, and they were languishing.

Manson broke into the hall and carried out a massacre, and the semi-legendary priest Dihamon finally led a dozen henchmen and fled in a hurry. As a result, Manson, who had suppressed the Blood Sacrifice, approached Pergost to discuss the defense of the Dark Fortress.

Unfortunately, Charles almost followed Manson's heels and broke into the main castle hall.

"You broke my aetheric labyrinth prison?" The voice arrived first, and Manson appeared in front of Charles in an instant, just a step away from him. In the face of Manson's cold, deep eyes, Charles endured the fear and uneasiness in his heart, and looked at the legendary archmage without humility or arrogance.

"Good!"

As if angered by Charles' refusal to answer, Manson smiled, but there was boundless evil in his soft laughter, "I originally planned to lock you up for a while, torture all the secrets on your body, and then release you depending on the mood, after all, you are also a dependant of Ogmar......"

"But, now I've changed my mind." Manson took a small half step forward and lowered his voice, "Hand over the Nether core, that's not your thing." Then, you have three options. ”

"First, I am imprisoned in the center of the earth and enjoy the tempering of hellfire."

"Second, I am imprisoned at the spine of the world, a gale phago."

"Third, in the Supreme Glacier, Ice Purgatory must be able to give you another experience."

When Charles heard this, he was speechless.

If this kind of middle and second sense is explosive, the legendary professional also speaks? Charles stared at Manson's serious face, and his heart touched his forehead for a while, it seemed that the followers of Bane and Shirek were the same thing.

When it comes to evil and secondary two, there is no distinction between the two.

"Is there a difference between the three options?" Charles asked rhetorically, twitching at the corners of his mouth.

Manson thought for a moment before saying, "There is a difference. ”

"Then I won't choose any of them, because I'm not going to give you the Nethercannacle." Charles spread his hands.

Rumble.

When the sound fell, a coercion belonging to the legend was instantly pressed. Mansong's eyes condensed with a layer of red blood, and he said coldly: "You have no choice!" ”

Manson reached forward with his palm, and the invisible mage's hand suddenly gripped Charles tightly, clicking, and in an instant, an overwhelmed wail came from the bones around Charles.

"Take it out, Nether Core!" Mansong's robe was windless and automatic, and he walked in front of Charles in the air.

Charles was not only tortured in his limbs, but also had a clear pain in his internal organs in this high-intensity grappling and squeezing, especially after his lungs were squeezed, his face gradually turned from pale to purple, and his mouth and nose emitted a difficult ho-ho gasp sound, like a dying drowning person.

But Charles pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Mayvis, stay silent!" Mentally unprecedentedly sober, Charles kept telling the silver dragon soul in the Mithril Armor, "You can't mobilize any trace of magic, otherwise Manson will know of your existence, and your situation may be more difficult than mine." ”

It is true that Mei Weisi is a ghost dragon at the legendary level, but she has no entity, and she will definitely suffer a big loss if she really fights with the archmage Mansong, and even seriously injured and sleeping.

"What's your arrangement?" At this time, Mavis remained calm.

"Don't worry, there is!"

Gritting his teeth and saying this, Charles realized that he was about to lose it, and the intense murderous intent released from Manson's body told him that the evil archmage had clearly made up his mind to kill!

"Isn't that just the Nether nucleus? To you guys! ”

Thoughts swept through the backpack space, a black ball was grasped by Charles in the palm of his hand, he gritted his teeth and threw the ball out, whoosh, the black shadow shot straight out from the door of the main castle hall, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

In an instant, the hand that bound him was released, and Manson suddenly disappeared.

Thump.

Charles sat down on the ground, gasping for breath.

Outside the hall, the night was dark.

Manson, who turned on the short teleportation and flashed out of the hall, locked onto the spot where the black ball fell and walked over quickly.

However, a woman in a dark blue ornate robe was one step ahead of him, picking up the fist-sized black round gem on the ground, carefully wiping the dust and stains on the surface of the gem, and before the blood sun cast a brilliant light, the woman's ice-blue pupils were reflected in the gem.

"It's a beautiful gem, and it's a shame to lose it like this." Ingrid wiped the gem clean unhurriedly, and then put it in her dimensional bag, and then looked at the evil archmage who was not far away.

"Manson."

"Ingrid!"

The archmage and the lich are clearly old acquaintances.

A look of jealousy appeared in Mansong's eyes, and he was silent for a long time before he said, "...... Why are you in the Dark Castle? ”

"Why can't I be in the Dark Keep?" Ingrid asked rhetorically, the corners of her mouth curled slightly, and she deliberately put her white palm between her eyebrows, like a sightseer, looking around at the military fortress in the night, and said, "I think there can be a temple of the Eternal Lady here." ”

"This is the Dark Castle!" The corners of Mansong's mouth twitched in remind.

"I know it's the Dark Keep......"

"Santarim will be the master of the Dark Castle!"

"Master? Not tonight. Ingrid's casual reply made Manson conclude that the lich's attitude was hostile!

"What do you have to do with that Ogmar Divine Servant?"

Now, Manson knew that he had been tricked, and what the priest threw out was not a 'Netherenergy core', but just an ordinary black gem.

And it's not just about being tricked. Manson smelled of conspiracy, and as a follower of Bane and the founder of the dark intelligence network, Manson had a sensitive sense of intrigue and layout.

"What relationship? I'm serving him......"

"Service?" Manson's face changed, and he said in a low voice, "Have you decided to be my enemy?" ”

"I'm not the only ......"

Before Ingrid could finish speaking, a string of childish laughter like silver bells suddenly came from the sky above the fortress. (To be continued.) )