Francis II fell, and although his body was still twitching slightly due to the great vitality of the transcendent itself, the old king had literally reached the end of his life, and in such a situation that even the presence of a saint could not save his life.

"Honestly, it's the worst option if you don't have to," Duke—or rather, Clement sighed as he looked down at Francis II, who was taking his last few breaths, shaking his head slightly, "I don't want to do it myself." ”

"It's you who overestimated the power of flesh constructs," Edmund whispered, "I warned you a long time ago that a king isn't that easy to deal with—my father always wore the Shadow Seal Ring with him, and in the decades of his reign, at least four high-ranking assassins have died under the power of the ring. ”

"Shadow Seal...... I know this," Clement watched Francis II take his last breath as he watched quietly, then bent down, "Now that His Majesty doesn't need this thing anymore, let me ......"

Edmund stretched out his hand to stop him, and there was a chill on the young prince's face: "Master Clement, this is my father after all. ”

Clement looked at Edmund with a smirk: "It's rare that you remember this. ”

"It's all just to save this ......," Edmund said with a frown, but before he could finish speaking, Clement suddenly waved his hand to interrupt him, and the High Bishop of the Dead of All Things, disguised as a "legendary mage", stared at the dark rift that opened in mid-air: "Looks like we have a guest off the list......"

As Clement's words fell, a powerful magical impact immediately spread around him, and under the magical impact, the air between the spatial rift and Francis II instantly began to twist and tremble, and a petite figure shrouded in the mist of shadows immediately appeared in front of them.

The whole body of the figure was hazy, and even the lower half of the body showed a state of smoke that was close to blurring, but the upper body seemed solid, this form between the real creature and the shadow dweller made Edmund and Clement froze for a moment, and at this moment when the two were stunned, the petite figure had already rushed towards Francis II with a brisk stride, removed the Shadow Ring on the king's finger with astonishing speed and dexterity, and then turned his head and rushed towards the shadow rift.

"Humph!" Clement let out a cold snort, he had sensed a definite aura from the figure that belonged to the real creature, and realized that this uninvited guest would be the biggest uncontrollable factor, and he did not hesitate to rush towards the rift that was trembling violently and was about to disintegrate.

Edmund didn't see the nature of that figure, his first thought was the strange danger of the shadow dwellers, so he immediately warned him: "Wait a minute! Master Clement! ”

However, by the time he shouted, Clement's figure had already disappeared into the shadow rift—the already unstable spatial rift had finally exceeded the threshold after these additional impacts, and with a strange scream, the entire rift disappeared in an instant.

In the ornate lounge, only the twisted and shattered remains of the "flesh and blood constructs" were left on the ground, the corpse of Francis II, and the crown prince standing silently.

Amber felt like her consciousness was rapidly falling between the shadow world and the present world, but even faster than her consciousness was her sinking heart—

"Death, death, death...... I'm going to see what's going on! I'm hungry to find some clues! It's really a big deal this time!! ”

Amber repented and cursed herself for her audacity, but the ring she had peeled off from Francis II's hand at the last moment was still clutched tightly in her palm - no matter what, this thing could never be let go!

The illusion of falling rapidly only lasted for a moment, and the next moment, the familiar black and white scenery of the Shadow World appeared in front of Amber's eyes, and as soon as she landed, she immediately confirmed that she was next to the "Black Mist Vortex" from before, which was still the "corresponding area" of the Shadow Experiment Ground of the Fortress of Disobedience.

And in the next second, she felt a terrifying coercion enveloping her head and face—the old man, who was quite difficult to mess with at first glance, had indeed chased him into the Shadow Realm!

There are quite dangerous natives in the Shadow Realm, and even the legendary powerhouses are in danger of falling here at any time, but Amber can guarantee that she will be killed before those Shadow Dwellers are provoked and attack the old mage in the starry robe - she doesn't dare to say anything else, she is still quite confident in her own combat power, and she is very confident that she will be the one to be killed in any situation......

"Sölderlin, you must be able to fight as the old zongzi said!"

With this last thought in mind, Amber resolutely lifted her shadow form, and then allowed herself to fall into reality.

In the Shadow Laboratory, Thorderling ordered the soldiers to be on guard as soon as Amber "set off" - a must for an experienced ranger and a team player, because exploring this kind of ancient ruins can lead to any dangerous challenge for anyone, so what your teammates say to you, "I'll go ahead and explore the way" is basically equivalent to "wait for a wave of enemies"......

This is not a pit teammate, but a normal procedure for teams to explore the ruins.

Just as Thorderling stood guard at the edge of the platform, a vague shadow suddenly emerged from the circular pit.

The high-level elven ranger immediately raised his hand: "Alert-"

Amber's figure quickly took shape in the blurred shadow, and as soon as Miss Half-Elf landed, she immediately jumped out like a spring on her foot, shouting as she ran, "I'm a stranger!! ”

This was followed by a series of panicked and incomprehensible shouts, such as "I saw big news", "It's a big deal", and "My information is worth at least 200 gold coins from the old zongzi".

Thorderlin didn't even pay attention to what was being shouted behind Amber, he had already seen another figure emerging from the circular pit, so he shouted again: "All ready to explode!" ”

The figure in the pit was completely revealed, a stranger in a robe of stars.

"Launch!"

Toldrin's hand swung down vigorously, and then he unleashed several special heavy grenades from his body at an astonishing speed, and threw them into the pit with great force.

The figure in the starry robe had apparently reacted immediately, but before he could prop up his shield, the surrounding Steel Ranger battle teams had already pulled the trigger of the launcher—and with several sharp explosions in succession, four heavy explosive grenades wrapped in a pale cyan magic halo had already flown towards the target in almost no particular order.

Then, there was a powerful explosion that even Sölderlin had never expected, and four explosions in a row almost rang out, and the powerful explosion even swept Sölderlin flying!

Explosive Shooting, a common skill used by the Ranger, is released in one way to compress powerful arcane energy into an arrow, using the arrow as a carrier to cause a large explosion in the target area - the second way is to paste a heavy grenade into the enemy's head.

The second method of release is currently limited to Cecil's collar.

Power! Force! Large! Big!

In the huge explosion, Clement felt as if he was being carried by a violent wind and lost his balance, and even his five senses became a mess, a completely different kind of normal magic, the impact formed by the most primitive and violent energy was tearing at his defenses, and the attack he received was too sudden - with the spell-casting experience of his life, he had never thought of any high-level spell that could be released so quickly and without the slightest magic fluctuation, and in the case of insufficient preparation, his shield could not be opened, Instead, the two amulets he wore automatically activated, helping him block at least half of the damage.

But as a high-level transcendent, he still survived with difficulty.

He wasn't really "Duke the Legendary Mage", but he was still a high-ranking powerhouse, and the most adept of all the transcendent classes of fallen druids, who saved his life in a brief moment at the cost of his amulet and the sacrifice of a portion of his own flesh.

This may have been a trap, and Clement, realizing this, immediately chose to get out of the current situation of uncontrolled scenes, at the very least, to figure out who was attacking him.

Thorderling was shocked to see a bloodied man rushing out of the flames of the explosion, and he was even more shocked to see that the bloodied man in the mage's robe had a grayish-brown "skin" like tree bark peeking out from beneath the torn robe.

Acanthus, the ability of the druid?!

Thorderlin's mind moved, but the movements in his hands were faster, and in the face of the rapid transfer of enemy grenades, it was no longer easy to use, so he took out his own short bow, and with a wave of his right hand, he put three bows on the string, and as the three sharp arrows emitting arcane shimmers flew towards the target, a series of rune triggers and beams piercing the air were also heard from all directions, and continuous scorching rays and small arcane missiles flew towards the enemy like rain!

Several attacks landed on Clement, and the high-ranking druid, who endured the sharp pain coming from all over his body, immediately raised his hand and pointed in the direction of Thordrin after stopping at a waterhole: "Blight! ”

The sensation of life passing through his body came flooding back, and Thorderling found that his hands were rapidly covered in an ominous grayish-white layer, and he had to stop shooting and start fighting the spell with his inner mana, but the other Steel Rangers were not idle—in the short interval, the grenade shooters had already reloaded and aimed their launchers at the bloodied enemy at the waterhole.

Clement's hair stood on end at this moment.

But in the next moment, an even greater sense of crisis came over him.

Thorderlin and the Steel Rangers also stopped all movement in an instant.

The pool behind Clement swelled violently, accompanied by an eerie sound of some kind of mollusk churning in the water and a series of tumbling foam, and several thick tentacles suddenly poked out of the water, and suddenly engulfed the terrified fallen druid.

Then, more tentacles poked out of the water and curled up on Clement one after another, and from the water came an angry voice: "I'll just sleep!" As for the howitzers you guys blowing up on the side?! ”