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Anciel Farin, the son of the British nobles for generations, the bloodline nobles of the main god and wizarding world, and the person who was valued by Thomas Miller, the head of MI7 of the British Special Department, and who spent resources to cultivate vigorously, is now gray, and the so-called aristocratic demeanor and calmness have long disappeared from him.

There is endless darkness left and right in front of him, and only the uneven wall behind him can give him a little sense of security now.

He wanted to curse, but he was afraid to attract the beast in the darkness.

"What's that? What the hell is that minotaur-like monster! And this damn, infinitely looping laneway! ”

A tall woman with pointed ears next to Anciel Farin covered her mouth with one hand, lowered her voice as if she was afraid of disturbing a certain existence, and said in a panic in Anciel Farin's ear.

There was a faint light source in her palm, the only light in the alleyway wide enough for two carriages to run side by side, and the dim light reflected her and Anciel Fallin's faces, full of horror at the moment!

Anciel Fallin ignored her, his brain running wildly.

I didn't choose to enter the copy world of the main god world, but I forcibly appeared here. This situation seems to have been heard of, and only recently heard! It was the news that was received from Thomas Miller.

"We're going to die! I'm going to die! I'm going to die! This is a punitive copy, a copy that cannot be resurrected! We're going to be killed by that monster just like Rod! The woman's spirit was clearly on the verge of collapse, and seeing that Anciel Fallin ignored her, her voice unconsciously grew louder and louder as she muttered to herself, and there was a thick, reckless despair in her tone.

"Quiet!" Anciel Farin reflexively covered the other party's mouth, his heart that had calmed down a little in his chest pounded wildly again, and his eyes scanned back and forth at both ends of the alley in horror, as if the monster that created fear would rush out of the darkness on the left and right sides in the next moment.

"Do you want to kill us?" Anciel Farin's lips pressed against the woman's ears seamlessly, and she desperately lowered her voice, almost gritting her teeth.

"It's all Andrew that idiot, if he gets too carried away and makes a noise after getting the strange thing, we won't be targeted by that monster!" Ancil Fallin's heart frantically cursed Andrew for causing all this. Although he and the rest of the team didn't behave much better than Andrew when they saw the piles of strange things. It's just that he doesn't shout out his joy with his loud voice to celebrate.

Of course, the current Anciel Fallin can only curse Andrew a few times in his heart when he is still alive. Because Andrew was dead, the first monster to suddenly appear with an axe, and when he was at his happiest, he was abruptly decapitated.

Anciel Farin still remembered the sensation of hot blood splashing on his face, and he was not afraid of it, but when he added a monster that was close at hand and could end his life in an irresistible gesture, the numbness was particularly impactful.

Twenty-one.

Anciel Farin remembered very well the number of people around him at that time, and he also remembered that in the abrupt encounter, twenty-one people were reduced by nearly half in the blink of an eye. The others, including him, were almost frightened and scattered in a panic, each fleeing into the nearest alley.

Getting together and running away was a stupid choice, because no one was sure they would be able to outrun the monster. If you run separately, it's a matter of luck. Anciel Farin was not so lucky, because he always felt that he was being watched behind his back, which made him can't help but look behind him again and again.

Suddenly, Ancil Farin's cuffs were tugged a few times, pulling his mind back to the empty and silent alleyway. He frowned, looked at the woman tugging at his sleeve, and seeing his gaze, the woman let go of the hand that was tugging at his sleeve, pointed to the wall behind her, and opened her mouth to explain silently, "It seems that there are people." ”

Ancile Farin, who understood her lips, was suddenly shocked, hesitated a few times, and rubbed a strange object like a horn cup that he had been holding in the palm of his hand, and his worried heart was relieved. Among the monster's piles of strange things, Anciel Farin took a fancy to this strange object at first sight, and when everyone wantonly looted those strange things, he grabbed this strange object first. In fact, it was because of this strange object that he was able to escape from under the axe of the minotaur monster.

This is a strange thing that is biased towards defense, and in terms of the protective power it displays, it can be regarded as at least a second-order [blue] strange thing in the main god world, or the top of the second-order [blue] strange things.

The light source in the woman's hand widened slightly, and it floated like fireflies somewhere in the darkness of the alleyway ahead.

"It's a dead man."

Several white bones were piled up in a corner of the alleyway, dead for I don't know how long. Odds and ends, messy and scattered on the floor.

"It's a shattered magic tool, equivalent to a first-order [purple] strange thing."

The approaching woman crouched down and fumbled for some bits and pieces in her hand, and whispered to Anciel Fallin, who was also crouching down.

"There seem to be words on the wall."

Anciel Farin only glanced casually at the fragments of magical artifacts, and then turned his attention to the corpse that had turned into bones, and under the dim light of the light, he sharpened his eyes at the anomaly on the wall behind the bones. Moving the white bones aside, he motioned for the woman to turn on the light source, and a line of words that made the two of them feel cold in their eyes.

"The cowardly have no escape, and the greedy die of greed!"

Cowardice means bravery, does it mean that we want to fight that monster for our lives? As for greed, Anciel Fallin looked at the [Horn Cup] strange thing in his hand, and suddenly felt a little flustered.

A tall black shadow suddenly obscured the light source, darkening the eyes of Anciel Farin and the woman, and the two of them got up in fright, dodged in embarrassment, and when they landed, they saw that the ground they were on had been occupied by a heavy and huge axe.

A pair of eyes flashing with banter and tyranny, facing the two of them who were cold and cold. However, what made the two of them even more desperate was that out of the darkness of another alleyway, there was a loud sound, like some heavy iron object being dragged around.

As the sound got closer, another identical minotaur monster, carrying a similar axe, blocked another exit from the alleyway. It was also the only way for Anciel Farin to escape.

The greedy die of greed.

In the moment before his death, Ancile Fallin suddenly recalled this sentence in his mind. He also seemed to understand why the monsters that had been gotten rid of before would suddenly and silently appear beside them.

The so-called strange thing is a teleportation-like existence for the minotaur who is active in this labyrinth, right?

In other words, every strange thing here should be equal to, or bound to, a minotaur!

Do simple and effective traps determine the outcome from the beginning?

Then, Anciel Farin's mind went dark in intense pain.

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PS: Originally, this copy should be at least six chapters long like A Chinese Girl, and the author even thought of a copy process that was partial to decryption and infinite struggle. But after writing a little bit last night, I looked at your chapter and said, and I felt that it was really unnecessary to write more than six chapters about this. After all, it's not so important in the plot with a Chinese girl, so I have to write it in detail. So the author was really entangled for more than two hours last night and never started writing. Broken promise! I'm sorry!

To be honest, I thought about the follow-up plot again during the day today, and this plot is the beginning again, so I got tangled and tangled, and the half-dead toss of the card died out of this chapter. Deleted a lot of things, and explained what I thought this copy should point out.

Cover your face......