The cold and gloomy smell of the cemetery greeted him, and between the charcoal-black wilted wings, the ashes from the chimney of the coal stove fell in a puff, and then they were swept up by the wind and blown towards Aldrich Tris, who quickly held his breath to prevent inhaling the suffocating haze.

The strange and familiar abyssal species in front of them, which seemed to condense the nightmares of mortals, was born in the darkest places in their hearts, and now tore through the barrier between the illusory dream and the real world, and the footsteps of the stampede faintly shook the mage tower, bringing deadly danger to the Virtue Knight.

"At such a close distance, it can still resist my scanning, but only within the essence of the demon core, the two layers of its outer shell, the distribution of the structure of the spell-like organs, the weaknesses and strengths are all within my control. The successor of the Mage Tower, Master Aldrich Tris, we will join forces to defeat and even destroy it completely. ”

The incarnation of the flame spirit of Christins clinged to the knight's ear and told him the latest good news as soon as possible, and she was a little carried away by building a channel through the contract to regain the source of spellcasting, and it was also an extremely rich fountain.

It's no wonder that the tower spirit of the Water Blue Mage Tower is so out of shape, for a long period of a century, with an irreparable mood, entering a sleep mode running at the lowest consumption, lest it cannot be recovered.

Although several conditions were preset to awaken the awakening, it is a pity that the Mage Tower settled into the bottom of the mountain fissure and ravine, and in this inaccessible place, it has also been forgotten by the years in the corner of history.

Let me hold your hand tightly,

Leave the lost time behind,

Through the blood and courage of war,

Condense in this moment until permanent.

The fire elementals that fall in mid-air, each particle chanting the popular song of the adventurer, spontaneously formed a sword of oath born for victory to the humming of Christine.

"Elemental shaping!Its blades burned with flames that twisted the air hotly, but it didn't hurt my hand, not even a single charred bubble, it was incredible. Completely contrary to the theorem of heat transfer!"

"The contract protects the law, and the most violent fire elemental has to succumb to this. I see that you must have an all-powerful weapon to deal with this chariot-level abyssal species with your bare hands. ”

"I can't thank you enough, this gift is too valuable, after all, I am a knight, and I can't accept it for no reason. Wielding the Oath Flame Sword casually, it seemed to feel no weight in its lightness.

His intentions were based on the succession contract, which was quickly felt by Christine, and then the Knight of Tris noticed that the grip had been lengthened, the weight had increased out of thin air, and the fine linen shirt had spread from the cuffs of the water lily leaves, and the texture of the garment had become extraordinarily tough, as if wearing a suit of armor.

Sensing that its prey grows sharp claws and is covered with solid scale armor, it combines three monsters of abyssal blood, and uses two tentacles that act as eyes to launch a tentative attack.

A serpentine whip rope was raised high, sliding almost against the ceiling of the floor, and reached Aldrich's head, spewing a shower of corrosive acid rain from the ground.

reacted in time, and retreated, but there was still a little acid falling on his shoulder, and he saw that his arm was about to erode the ground, ready to rip the flesh to protect himself, and then the Knight of Tris found that the acid particles were rolling down, as if falling on a lotus leaf.

"This is what I did, the mage armor specially prepared for you, an unbreakable force field, the defensive power is equivalent to light armor, and it can withstand ordinary attacks. ”

"It's really sweet and thoughtful in every way. Aldrich replied, holding the oath in both hands, the flaming sword slashing at another whip that rolled up at high speed against the moss of the floor, like a chameleon of nature's master illusions, extremely well disguised, but it could not escape the knight's real vision.

After the "Hiss ......" was wounded, the sharp pain hit, the whip kept twisting and jumping, and the section of the broken mouth continued to spurt boiling black blood.

The active filthy elemental delights the mutant mosses that occupy the plane, and they greedily absorb it, like a long-drought, dry and cracked farmland encountering sweet rain, trickling down and sucking it up, and the unstoppable wild nature suddenly awakens, and without fear swells towards the chariot-class abyssal monsters.

The six corbels that support the huge body are unconsciously clinging to the moss, and the fat is layered all over the folds, almost touching the abdomen of the ground, and is also parasitized by the mutant moss, repeating the process of death and resurrection until it adapts to the high concentration of dirty elements, gaining a firm foothold and beginning to spread throughout the body.

"Luckily, the enemy's opponent, we have a potential comrade-in-arms. The Knight of Tris raised his foot and kicked the tip of the severed whip up, and the Flame Sword was handed forward, shaking out the sword flower with great speed, and instantly wringing it into pieces.

He didn't need to be reminded by Chrytins, he also knew that keeping this thing by his side would not be a disaster, so it was the right choice to completely eliminate it.

The whip coiled on the ceiling spat out a cloud of black mist, which instantly enveloped Aldrich, and another whip cord with flesh buds growing quickly on the section turned back behind the knight and launched a savage assault.

Tris, who retreated as usual, felt a faint chill on his back, and hurriedly cast a semi-circular step to avoid it, but unfortunately the opportunity was fleeting, just passing by, making him feel like a hammer, and his chest was almost about to vomit blood.

He looked up, his vision darkened, and Chrytins immediately reached out to summon a light breeze to dispel the black mist that hung over the knight's head, but the blinding curse temporarily robbed Aldrich of his eyes.

"Careless, I'm really careless. Taling blamed herself, it was definitely her responsibility not to cover her whole body with mage armor, but only the beast consciousness, the abyssal monster dominated by the predator instinct was able to unexpectedly cast a curse, unlike the known spells, which made Chrytins extremely vigilant, and truly saw it as an adversary, rather than a test to force Knight Aldrich Triss to sign a succession contract.

"What secrets are hidden under the double shell, that can resist my 100% power tomography, which has exceeded the limits of the abyssal species, is this chariot driven by a spellcaster?'

The vision fell into darkness, and the loss of his eyes did not knock Tris, his true vision was an extension of the spiritual pillar, and he was quite proficient in blind combat, and he did not go down at all to exchange his vision for the Dead Eye Knight who released the seven curses.

The darkness of the evil aura, the constant entanglement of life and death, the forcible blend of chaos and order, are revealed in Aldrich's true vision.

Holding the oath with both hands, the sword of flames, the serpentine whip that entrenched in the ceiling was parasitized by moss, and fell heavily, only to spit out a pale blue fire of sulfur. The other whip continued to detour to the rear of the knight and make a sneak attack.

"Hah!" Aldrich leaned back with his sword, the tip of the sword sinking into the rock for three points, firmly nailed to the ground, and then turned over, his feet parting left and right.

I saw that the whip of the sneak attack hit the burning blade of the flame, and with a snort, it was like the silk being torn apart by scissors, and continued to move forward in two, just hitting the fire of sulfur, and the overflowing filthy elements kept exploding and exploding, and spread to the part that stopped in time, and was still intact, all of which were charcoal-like bubbles, and bunches were like ripe black grapes.

Abyssal monsters enraged by the pain of self-inflicted injuries, deadly serial attacks, ceiling-mounted whips, generous spell casting, mad hands that disorient minds, powerful acid arrows that melt everything, screams that crumple eardrums, choking coughing curses, and so many so many are so dazzling that Chrytins is a little dazzled.

With his iron will, the mage armor blessed by Taling, Aldrich calmly avoided some of the evil arts, but his hearing was temporarily lost, blood flowed from his ears, and he kept coughing, although it was not serious enough to tear his lungs, but he was like a patient suffering from tuberculosis, showing a sickly weakness, and even affecting his physical strength.

"Settle the battle as soon as possible!"

Tris dragged his heavy sword with both hands, and rushed up the abyssal troll without retreating, and the two serpentine whips that had to be defended back, especially the stumps that had shrunk a lot, coiled into a clump, and the growing bone spurs appeared on the spine, like a stabbing shield, and like a forest of spears waiting for the knight to collide headlong.

Sensing the pale aura of death in time, Aldrich took a semi-circular step, turned around and slashed, directly smashing the deadly trap.

The whip that used all the evil magic and slammed into the head with a thick layer of moss, and Tris, who had predicted it in advance, quickly turned away in three semi-circular steps in succession, and the abyssal troll that ate itself was hit by his own whip and shook all over his body, rippling with ripples.

The knight gathered his strength with footwork, slicing the whip to the roots, then leaped to his feet and threw the flaming sword with all his strength at the abyssal troll's fattest back.

Half of the blade stabbed in, and it reacted and clamped it with its muscles. Aldrich also had a back move, his feet landed on the winged sword, using his body as a hammer, swearing a flaming sword as a nail, and knocking the handle into the body of the abyssal troll.

"Chance!" Chrytins stretched out her hand to break her vow, and the active fire elemental immediately vented her long-accumulated irritability, instantly igniting the layers of fat.

'Danger!' the Knight of Tris leaped down with a loud voice, and rolled on the thick moss that covered the ground to unload the momentum, and the heat rushed wildly, his eyes sourly with tears, and he blinked vigorously, and returned to normal sight. It's a pity that his hearing can't be recovered for the time being, and he doesn't hear the tower spirit yelling in his ear.

Chrytins hurriedly sent a heartfelt message to the successor of the Mage Tower with a contract, "Be careful, it's only the first layer of the body, and it hasn't revealed its true body yet. ”

"I know! The evil black aura has dimmed, and its strength has been slightly weakened, and the deadly danger still exists. ”

The fat soaked in filthy elements was burned into black oil like asphalt by the rampaging fire elementals, and the previously parasitic almost all over the surface was now charred and the scorched peat moss turned into powdery ashes that fell down, apparently not lightly, but they were very adaptable, and soon transformed into new offspring that were not afraid of heat and acid.

The outer shell faded, the charred flesh gave off a disgusting ripe aroma, and the back of the abyssal troll suddenly cracked, revealing a scarlet blood light, and then a pair of fingers and claws tore it apart with all its might, like a hatchling out of its shell.

The veins were as dense as spider webs, the flesh was blurry, the hairs were constantly growing, and a humanoid frost wolf with light blue hair shook its hairy head from side to side, and the wet blood continued to flow.

The arched body slowly straightened up, the crotch below the crotch seemed to merge and did not appear, and the claws crossed to protect the soft abdomen, where a waist-length severed dry corpse skeleton was inlaid with it.

As soon as it was exposed to the air, the silver-gray dry bones engraved with twisted runes continued to breed a vivid membrane, and muscles grew out of thin air, as if time was constantly going backwards.

Six corbels supported the still heavy remnant, the werewolf-like second form was more like a chariot than before, the hexagonal frost flower gradually condensed, the silver-blue hair was dotted with the condensed ice edge cone, and the surrounding fire elemental suddenly fell silent from the active period, and the temperature continued to decrease.

The second round begins.