The buzzing sound and the smell of blood reverberated faintly in the air, from the disappearance of the black shadow to the appearance of the red arc light, time was only a blink of an eye, until the old mage's body fell softly, and not many people reacted. All that remained in the young mage's eyes was that deadly streamer, and he couldn't even recall the flowing swordsmanship.

Almost in the shortest time they could react, rippling red light flowed out of the black shadow's hands, and the defense of the mage's armor and magic items was as fragile as a tissue paper under that crimson light. Just the moment the skin is punctured, it is deprived of life and soul.

The crimson blade of light carries powerful energy, and the primordial magic flow binds to form this sword blade like a crimson crystal, which has powerful lethality, and that mysterious shadow is even more elusive like a phantom.

Chen Ang stepped on the stagnant water, and from a tricky angle, pierced the heart of one of the guards, and the concussive force destroyed the balance of the two fighters standing in front of him, and just one angle adjustment allowed the two to pierce each other's bodies. The blade of light echoed softly, sinking into the chest of one of the wanderers behind him.

Without the slightest hesitation!

Chen Ang slipped into the darkness, jumping between the two planes along the shadow plane, and in a short moment, he calmly jumped among dozens of shadow coordinate points. The blade of light in his hand turned into red lightning wrapped between his two fingers, splitting and tangling in the rain, like hundreds of hair-thin filaments of light, swinging out along Chen Ang's right hand.

The young mage only then turned around, and he saw dozens of red glowing threads, following the trajectory of the shadows, disappearing into the deepest part of the shadows. At this time, the guard, who had been pierced by the light blade like a marionette, fell down with a bang.

Until the corpse collapsed. Only then did someone shout: "Enemy attack!" A loud horn sounded on the tower, waking everyone in the Deepwater Fortress, and everyone was in order to take their places, many spellcasters joined in, and the city guards did their best to block the red arc light.

Chen Ang is like a leisurely stroll between the shadows. He can appear from the most unexpected places, and even a shadow the size of a fingernail can become his dynamic coordinates. The mages tried their best to stop him, but the dimensional anchor couldn't hit Chen Ang's figure at all, and the teleportation restriction spell was useless.

The blade of light flew up, shaking a little red flower in the air, and then a thousand points, ten thousand points, shining in every spot where Chen Ang flickered. A whole red flower. It represents the simplest round variation of the blade, a stretch, a clasp, a square, a twist, and it can always cut through the guard's weapon and burrow into their chest.

The arcane was useless, and it was not easily dodged by Chen Ang. It was the light blade that destroyed the spell structure and dissipated into nothingness. A blade of light made up of the purest form of primordial mana, and can even pick back arcane with a stable spell structure when it is not activated. It reflects most enchanted spells.

The guardian formation of the city guards cannot be said to be imperfect, and the loyalty and fighting will of the guards cannot be said to be tenacious. They have done their best within the limits of their knowledge system and wisdom, reasonable layout, spell counters and spell responses from spellcasters, and even the spells they memorize are carefully arranged.

But it doesn't work, it only makes it seem more powerless.

"I hope you will exercise restraint!" Chen Ang emerged from the shadows. With his footsteps, a small circle appeared in the square, and moved with it, and he calmly swept his gaze over these young and determined faces, and said in the clearest voice: "Out of responsibility for your lives, I hope that you will be able to make a choice of your own volition......"

"It has nothing to do with honor, it has nothing to do with mission, when you encounter force majeure, you choose it out of your own heart? Is it to maintain this order, or is it another possibility? ”

"Survival, or revolt?"

Red magical filaments wrapped around the necks of these city guards, these tough magical threads could easily cut through human skin, and everyone knew that as long as Chen Ang's fingers moved slightly, everyone's heads here would fall to the ground.

But no one spoke.

"My Lord is watching over me!" The warriors raised their heads arrogantly and slowly, their eyes meeting Chen Ang's deep gaze.

"Despised unbelievers, ridiculous clowns in the glory of the gods, our lives may be taken away from you, but our souls will ascend to the kingdom of God and be with our lord always. Even if the body falls into dust, our soul will never give in......"

"Do you think that your mind, your will, your soul belong to you?" Chen Ang spread out his palm, and a bronze ring reflected a dim glow.

"But it's not!"

Bite!

The ring landed on the ground, rolled forward along the beautifully patterned marble floor, and eventually hit the boot of one of the City Guards, coming to a halt.

The ordinary bronze ring attracts everyone's attention.

A large rough hand picked up the ring, he held the ring tightly, feeling a fullness that he had never felt before, and then the ring in his hand was snatched away by someone's hand!

"This is the ring under my feet!"

The boot-clad guard bared his teeth and threatened, "Don't steal my ring!" Thief! ”

"That's my ring! It's mine! Annoyed by the snatched ring, the guard struck the comrade who had taken the ring with the hilt of his sword, until his head was bleeding and his grip loosened. The guard violently broke his comrade's hand, and the guard who snatched the ring held his right hand stubbornly, regardless of the inlight wound on his head.

"This is my baby, it's mine! Yes! ……”

The hideous-faced soldier broke off his finger fiercely, snatching the bronze ring from between his fingers, and soon all the people forgot about Chen Ang's existence, they only had the ring in their eyes, and the guards' movements began to be intense......

It wasn't until the first man used his weapon that only two breaths had passed that the determined guards were able to point their swords at the hands of those who were trying to possess the ring.

Each of them had an extreme desire for the ring, but they did not lose their minds, or rather, they still had the ability to think, but when this ability was used wholeheartedly to satisfy a need, malice arose. When the first person has "Kill the others, the ring is mine~!" "This kind of thought. This malice is put to the maximum.

The first person to put the ring on his finger was enveloped in a thick black mist, which he began to use to control the city guards who attacked it, causing them to draw their swords against the people next to them. The battle unfolded between the two groups, their swords as firm and sharp as ever, but towards their comrades.

Evil thoughts not only did not make them mad and confused. On the contrary, it makes these people more rational, they calmly analyze tactics, think about the situation, observe the weaknesses of their comrades, and even form alliances and unite. But their core will is only one "take the ring", and they can sacrifice everything for it.

Chen Ang has left the Deep Water Castle! Because the results just have to wait.

Betrayal and lust, greed and killing, are more terrible than madness. It's selfish sanity! The battle in Deepwater Forts lasted for a long time, from dusk to dawn, and there were not many dead, because the smart and rational contenders consciously maintained a bottom line when they found that their lives would be threatened.

They'll eradicate the competitors, make sure they can't get back into the ring fight, and they'll set the rules of the game. to protect themselves from damage, so most people will only nullify their opponent's mobility.

in the castle. It's not an irrational killing, but everyone has become very smart, and they have used all the means they have learned to fight for the ring, but they will also choose temporary compromise, even deception. They unleash their inner beast and chase it. But the beast is cunning.

Cunning to learn to compromise and give up.

Order, disruption of order, deception, betrayal, violence. Alliance, in just one night, a political drama was presented in the Deepwater Fort, and the city guards, city sentinels, who exhausted their full potential, exhausted their intrigues. They are wise, they are cunning, they are like wolves wandering in the web of men.

In this farce, the dark side of human nature is played.

They are all striving to be the final victor, this is the war of nearly a thousand smart people, there is nothing that cannot be given up, even if it is a ring, it can be compromised and given up temporarily, everything is to be the last one to hold the ring.

These people became the top political masters without a teacher, and Chen Ang provided them with extremely advanced theoretical education and ideological works from other worlds. In order to compete for the copper of 'power', they use all their resources to fight against others, to use and be used, to betray and form alliances, to calculate and tactics.

Beneath the surface restraint and order, there are countless invisible and dark and bloody guards, who are getting closer and closer to normal people, devoutly learning everything instilled by Chen Ang, including the great realist works "House of Cards" and "Workplace Politics". Actively aware of human weaknesses, they have organized several teams in the small Deepwater Fort.

They speculate on others with the worst malice, but reason keeps them in a relatively stable and safe order, they value their lives, they establish a set of rules that work, and then rack their brains to cheat and overturn those rules in the run. These people have done their best to what politics is.

This Game of Thrones didn't end until three days later, and more than 300 people were buried forever in the gardens of Deepwater Castle, some of them were stabbed in the back, some fell into the water, and some were executed en masse for breaking the rules.

Archmage Ilminster imprisoned the ring and brought everyone back to their composure, but the charm can be lifted, can the tainted soul be? Having delved into the dark side of human nature and studied the most cunning political intrigues, these ordinary guards have also become extremely dangerous, with lies like their native language, and disguise like their skin.

They were the most brilliant masters of intrigue even among the drow, and the nobles of Waterdeep were as immature as children compared to the victors of these games, and even Ilminster was terrified in the face of these seemingly wise and sober eyes. (To be continued......)

PS: This chapter should be yesterday,

Recommend Void Blade's "Fantasy World Crossing Rules"

and "Restart the First Year of High School"