"Whew, whew, whew...... What the hell is this monster?"

Alice was out of breath, and she tried her best to attack, but she was never able to defeat Emilia completely. No, it's not a question of whether you can beat it or not. Emilia seemed to be deliberately suffering from Alice's attack, without any defense or dodge, and directly used her own body to absorb the damage caused by Ellie, although she was knocked to the ground again and again, she stood up again and again, and always had that evil sneer on her face.

"Click" - Alice twisted her gill gang, straightening the cervical vertebrae that had been displaced by Alice's final punch. "That's all you're capable of? I'm so disappointed. Emilia sneered as she ruffled her hair stained with black blood.

"Hmph!" Alice, who was provoked, retorted in the most direct way. She put her hands behind her back, and when she reached back to the front the next second, she already had two daggers in her hands.

The reason why Alice chose to become a martial artist who fights with pure hand-to-hand methods without relying on weapons is because she has not yet found a weapon worthy of the True Martial Armor, but that does not mean that she will not use weapons. Born into a family of generals, Alice has been skilled in all kinds of weapons since she was a child. Now that Sophia is in crisis, Alice also doesn't care about the danger of repelling the True Martial Armor with inappropriate weapons, which will cause damage to her body, and uses all the combat methods she can use.

For Alice's desperate efforts, some people don't want her to continue to do so.

Now Sophia has regained control of a tiny fraction of her body – at least she has regained her sense of hearing. From the few information she could hear, she probably knew what was going on. But still unable to speak, Sophia could only silently cry out in her heart: "Alice, run away! you are not her opponent, don't make unnecessary sacrifices!"

The so-called "ghost shoulder", when the person being taken on the shoulder does not turn his head to look, nothing will happen, but if he looks back as soon as he is put on the shoulder, something very ominous will happen.

But Cassius, who knew nothing about the situation of the enemy, naturally had no concept of these taboos. After feeling a sudden slap on the right back shoulder, Cassius immediately subconsciously glanced at the right back.

However, he saw nothing. Because there is no one behind him at all.

"What the hell is he trying to do?" Although no one could be seen, Cassius knew whose work it was, but he couldn't guess the purpose of Sariktin's actions.

Suddenly, Cassius felt like an electric shock on the right half of his body, from his right shoulder down to the bottom of his foot. Cassius snorted in pain, his body paralyzed and he lost his balance, and he fell to one knee, and the "Grip of Endurance" that he had been holding in his right hand also fell to the ground.

But that's not the end. Cassius immediately felt someone tap on his left shoulder. Cassius didn't look back this time, for he had used his magic to form a thin layer of ice on his left shoulder, and there were many sharp, thin barbed needles attached to it. Apparently, the bored shoulder-bearer didn't notice the ice pins, and immediately retreated after being pricked. So although it touched Cassius, it was only a very slight touch.

Cassius looked to the ground and saw a few drops of black blood on the ground behind him on his left.

"Turns out you do have a physical one. You're going to be wounded, and you're going to bleed!" Cassius, who had suffered a dark loss, finally understood the nature of the enemy, and with his left hand, which had only four fingers left, he picked up the magic staff on the ground and lifted it into the sky.

As the magic emitted by the "Endurance Grip" fluctuated, the temperature of the surrounding air dropped rapidly. Immediately after that, the frozen air spiraled up to the sky, rushed to a place about 50 meters above the ground, re-condensed, and expanded outward in a disk-like level.

An "ice mirror" with a diameter of more than 10 meters appears above Cassius's head. The "Ice Mirror" focuses the faint moonlight from the moon, greatly intensifies it, and then covers the ground like a searchtop.

Everything hidden in the darkness along the area swept by the giant pillar of light revealed in the cold moonlight, including the necromancer who had hidden his whereabouts.

"There!" Cassius pointed his wand in the direction of Sariktin's brief appearance, and fired a highly condensed frozen ray from the tip of the "Endurance Grip".

From the naked eye, it can be confirmed that Cassius's attack has hit the enemy, and he has integrated the disintegrating energy into the ice, and any object that is shot will become extremely fragile in the rapid cooling, and it will be easily shattered, but Cassius still can't be happy, because the moment the freezing ray hits the enemy, Cassius sees that Sarictin's head and body are separated, and the head with the terrifying long hair floats high, looking like a jellyfish, and the headless body left behind is quickly frozen, and then shattered into a slag of ice。

However, although it was not possible to completely eliminate the enemy, this attack was still effective, at least the effect of the half-body paralysis due to the effect of the "ghost shoulder" had subsided by half, and now Cassius only had his right hand and entire arm paralyzed, and his waist and even his right leg and below had completely regained his freedom of movement.

"Where's that head?" Cassius looked up first as he stood up, looking for the fleeing head.

However, there was only a dark canopy in the sky, and a huge "ice mirror" he had created, so he couldn't see anything that could fly. Not only did Cassius fail to find the enemy, he focused his attention on a large area, causing him to ignore the threat from himself.

Gradually, Cassius found that his physical strength was rapidly draining, and his body was getting heavier and heavier, and in just half a minute, the feeling of fatigue of prostration was like being forced to run for dozens of kilometers.

This is the so-called "Negative Ghost", and at this time Sariktin's head is not elsewhere, but is attached to Cassius's back, greedily absorbing Cassius's life force.

As more and more life force was absorbed, the torso and the miserable white robe that Sariktin had given up before were reborn little by little, and as the recovery of his body became more and more complete, the weight on Cassius's back became heavier and heavier, until his body and clothes were fully recovered, Sariktin still had no intention of leaving, and continued to lie on Cassius's back, never giving up until the last drop of life force on Cassius's body was sucked away.

Cassius, who didn't know it, was sucked unconscious, he didn't even have the strength to stand up, his feet went weak, and the whole person fell forward, and his forehead hit a sharp stone on the ground, and the sharp stone slashed the right side of his forehead, splashing a splash of blood. At this time, the strange man who was firmly "sticking" to Cassius's back suddenly broke away from Cassius's body, avoided the splashed blood droplets, floated in the air for a circle, and then "sticked" to Cassius's back.

But it was the brief separation of a few seconds that brought Cassius to his senses, and he immediately noticed an anomalous change in his back. The fall didn't make Cassius unconscious, and before Sariktin could attach it a second time, Cassius had already focused on a cloud of freezing air behind his back, catapulting the evil weirdo away.

Cassius, who was out of control, did not lower his vigilance because of this, he recited a series of simplified incantations in his mouth, and the "ice mirror" in the sky turned into millions of ice needles in an instant, "splashing" down to a radius of more than a hundred meters.

The attack lasted for more than ten seconds, and after all the ice was exhausted, Cassius barely regained a little strength and stood up from the ground trembling. He condensed the wound on his forehead with a thin layer of ice to stop the bleeding, and at the same time felt glad that the enemy had only sucked away his physical strength rather than mental strength, and he still had a chance to fight back, if he was a warrior who fought with his body and strength, he might have died a long time ago.

Thinking of this, Cassius couldn't help but gasp.

After catching his breath, Cassius also saw his enemy. This time Sariktin did not hide again, but stood in front of Cassius in a panic, the miserable white robe, stained with large and small black bloodstains, the contrast between black and white is particularly obvious, it seems that this guy was hit at least a few times in the dense ice needle rain attack just now, and he was not in a hurry to attack Cassius, he should be waiting for the recovery of his body injuries.

But this time Cassius misjudged. For the Nether Corridor, it didn't matter if the body was injured or not, and the reason why he didn't strike before Cassius could stand up was because he had to prepare a more powerful magic.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Sariktin's first sound, the ghostly, ethereal, eerie voice had a strong impact on Cassius's eardrums. Cassius gripped the "Endurance Grip" with his movable left hand, unleashing a large amount of magic at a similar frequency to barely neutralize the damage caused to him by the ghostly sound wave.

However, this sound wave, which is enough to rob the sense of hearing, is not really an attack, but a by-product of another magic. When the sound waves stopped, Cassius noticed that the Sariktin in front of him was long gone, and the familiar surroundings were gone.

Cassius found himself standing in a large, deserted courtyard, surrounded by withered woods, overgrown weeds, and crumbling stone statues, with a dilapidated old mansion standing in front of him. Moss crawled all over the cracked facades, tattered window frames swayed without wind, and what was even more strange was that the doors that had been tightly closed, with a "babbling" sound, slowly opened inward, as if to welcome Cassius inside.

Below the hill, at the intersection of the village.

The two women, who were in the midst of a battle, stopped because of the sudden appearance of the mansion.

"What the hell is that?" asked Alice, looking at the gloomy house.

"Forcing Saliktin to use this trick, it seems that the little fat man is not exactly a waste. Emilia smirked, "But that's the only way he's here, and no one has ever made it out of this haunted house alive." ”