The Thirteenth Sector of the Sewers, a massive egg-shaped man-made cavern, clashes violently between tame raging Titans and the descendants of demigod heroes who ignite their blood.

"Sonorous ......"

Without any fancy tricks, without any superfluous feints, the waves of qi set off by the collision of pure power, and the thunderous muffled sound, the power of the aftermath is beyond the reach of most ordinary people.

Right now, the people who appear around to watch the battle are the best in the underworld, and the few spellcasters are not concerned about this battle, but are just driven by curiosity to join in the fun. The rest of the 'warriors' were interested in how to push their potential to such a level, and they all saw that the physical strength of the two monsters had surpassed that of the Children of War, but it was only so far, and no substantial breakthrough had been made.

In terms of physique, he magnifies the wild body of Baruch Stoneaxe, who is naturally mad, and he is a bit more burly than Aldrich Tris who has entered the state of order Fury, and his slightly longer hands and feet increase the range of attacks, suppressing the opponent's offensive and defensive imbalance, and gradually gaining the upper hand in this battle.

The steel-like body, although far more resilient than the highland berserker, was also accumulating, and Aldrich initially planned to exchange injuries to drag down his opponent.

However, when Baruch's simple straight fist blasted through Tris's protection, the right side of his chest was dented inward, breaking the balance since the battle, and the long-term unrecoverable injury once again weakened Aldrich's physical strength, and the upper hand made the Highland Berserker more and more excited, and the boiling blood was like magma, rushing through the obsidian hill giant's body, as if the body in blood-colored armor was changing again.

The deltoid muscles of the shoulders are stretched outward, like a shoulder armor that can be removed, and the sternocleidomastoid muscles on both sides are thickened and strengthened laterally, completely covering the throat, one of the weak points, and the trapezius muscles on the left and right are like wearing a ring-shaped neck armor. In addition to the joints of the hands and feet, there is little change in the muscles, and the muscles are swollen and swollen, especially between the two spans, which actually breed root-like muscle cords.

Aldridge should have been happy for Baruch when he saw his opponent break through to the second stage of madness in the battle, but he was also eager for victory, and he was not a fool who stood by and watched him complete his transformation and then be crushed by the opponent.

Tris stepped into a smashing step to adjust the pace of his attack, and when he got closer, he suddenly raised his knee and slammed into the craggy tree root-like muscle cords, and suddenly there was a muffled sound of an undersea volcanic eruption.

Baruch Stoneaxe, who had blocked most of his consciousness after his frenzy, couldn't help but bend down in pain, and Tris's powerful right fist broke through the defense as fast as lightning and slammed into his throat.

As the two giant pincer-like arms clasped together, Aldrich pressed his hands on the two shoulder armors of the Highland Berserker to the left and right, and flipped up a volley behind him.

Baruch Stone Axe, who could not turn his head freely, felt the aura of danger rise sharply, and hurriedly pounced forward, but his second-stage frenzied body was unexpectedly sluggish, and Aldrich, who seized the opportunity, immediately unleashed a rapid jab, combined with the invincible penetrating force, all of which landed on the spine of the Highland Berserker.

"Wow......" spat out a mouthful of blood, and the second stage of madness had to be stopped, and the muscles that almost collapsed quickly returned to normal, and the injuries suffered in the hand-to-hand battle only broke out at this time, causing further damage to the overloaded Baruch Stone Axe.

"I lost. ”

Aldrich reached out and pulled up the Highlander, who was half-kneeling in front of him, a respectable opponent who reaped the fruits of defeat despite losing control during the battle.

Exiting the transcendent state of the rage of order, Tris's body appeared with dense white sweat, like a statue in a milk bath, with well-proportioned muscles and soft lines, very masculine charm of men in classical times.

"You're not right, it's me who lost. Despite the success of igniting the blood of the hero's ancestor and inheriting his madness, I thought I could be tamed by my own will, but instead I was driven by a berserk wildness. ”

The two looked at each other and smiled in understanding, and helped each other to leave the thirteenth arrondissement, but someone disagreed and stood up to obstruct them, seeing that these two monsters of terrible strength were now tired, and this was the best time to use them as a stepping stone to gain fame.

More people who are secretly watching are eyeing the eagle-eyed black market in the underground world, how can they tolerate the two coming and going at will, and the inexplicable hostility is converging and condensing into some kind of mainstream consensus.

The first person to jump out and block the way is a ranger in dim armor, a phantasmagor knight with hypocrisy as the source, in addition to being good at several clever combat skills, being able to cast illusion clones is the trump card of their series.

Before he could open his mouth to express his intentions, Aldrich, who noticed the strange changes in the atmosphere around him, held a fragment of a sword in his hand, and with a snap, it hit the opponent's forehead, and a bunch of blood bloomed instantly, and the other party immediately fell back to the ground.

Baruch Stone Axe looked sideways at Tris in surprise: "This is not in the way of a knight!" Aldrich grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him into his arms.

Just then, a dull dagger arrived, only to scratch the oily skin of the Highland Berserker's arm, and the attacker was surprised that he had missed, and another piece of shard struck him in the forehead.

This time there was no illusion stand-in, and the Black Knight took a few steps back, not only in pain, but also in humiliation.

"Illusions! Everything that just happened was an illusion, so real that it could hide from my eyes. Baruch Stoneaxe muttered to himself, ashamed of how easily he had been deceived, but Aldrich, on the other hand, remained silent the whole time, and did not show any unusual expression, even if he had solved a source of hypocrisy.

A phantasmagor knight who solved the problem in his face, successfully stopped the footsteps of many ill-intentioned people, and those with a good memory recalled that Aldrich calmly withdrew from the transcendent state of madness, and no one dared to underestimate him for retaining some strength.

Since the black knight who took the lead fell to the ground without even making his name, his future is destined to become a joke circulating in the underground world, and as for the leaders who mix up fame, they are not lacking in reason and knowledge, since they dare not gamble on their reputation, then they can only give way out.

The Lone Wanderer in the Sewers certainly thinks so, but some deep-rooted forces want to sacrifice the flag with the lives of two people, especially the Gray Shroud, which has been in conflict with Aldrich Tris, and has been repeatedly attacked recently, and the Black Knight organization, which has gradually declined.

Unfortunately, the two wild gladiatorial monsters ended the battle too quickly, so that Holm, who had been promoted to Knight of Wands, had not yet arrived, and the black knight under the command of the gray shroud present did not dare to provoke, so he could only watch the two leave.

Under the gaze of jackals, tigers and leopards, the majestic lion and the scarred bull walked out of the thirteenth sewer area together, and in the deep gutter, a dark shadow like ink followed, and four whipped tentacles gently removed the obstacles to sneaking in the water.

However, until Aldrich Triss and Baruch Stoneaxe returned to the ground, the inhuman assassins of the sewers, who had no reputation, but belonged to the top ranks, never found a chance to attack, perhaps because the target was aware of it and did not show the slightest flaw in its exploitation.

It vented its long-standing anger on the poor insects that walked nearby, the mud tentacles that stabbed at high speed like spears, and the few thugs who roamed in the dim corridors, and before they could react, they were nailed to the wall and suffered an unwarranted disaster.

The gore of the wound attracted the stinking mosquitoes and flies, and the inhuman Assassin re-dived into the water, the overflowing sewage repeatedly washing the ground, indirectly washing away the traces of Aldrich and Baruch.

Holm the Cursed Scepter arrived at the Hawkeye Black Market, and of course did not catch Aldrich's figure, but spontaneously approached the Black Knight under the command of the Gray Shroud, and elected a member of the Virtuous Wing to account for what had just happened.

"Tut-tut, it was not surprising to him that he could easily see through the illusion of a hypocritical knight, for ordinary tricks alone were useless with the constitution that exempted most of the curses and the abundant source. If you forcibly hold it back, you will only give the order in vain and the organization will be humiliated. Now than before, the gray shroud, which has shown overwhelming strength, has regained its power, but it has been feared and squeezed by all sides, intentionally or unintentionally, to squeeze our territory. This is an undeniable fact! As the various inputs are gradually decreasing, and the offerings are not enough for so many Black Knights, each member of the group is precious and cannot be easily discarded in a battle for no profit. ”

As the deputy leader of the Grey Shroud, Holm's eyes were never repaired, and he couldn't see the movement of his subordinates' faces, but he was keenly aware of the ups and downs of emotions, and that was enough.

Then he remembered the cursed scepter he had obtained after his promotion, and since he became the lord of the arrogant line, he had not yet 'canonized' the squire knight, so maybe there was a rare opportunity in front of him.

He walked over to the half-dead Phantasm Knight, a lone rebel in the underworld, no one cared about him whether he was dead or alive, and the friends he had once made did not lend a helping hand when he was most in danger, but the deputy leader of the Gray Shroud, the largest black knight organization in the sewers, decided to give him a hand out of the consideration of maximizing profits.

No one wants to leave this strange world early, so the lone sewer ranger, the dark Phantom Hunter Charlt, takes Holm's hand and signs a pact to follow him to death in the name of the cursed scepter.

As for healing the Phantasmagion Knight's severed wound on the forehead, Holm had to show the hole card he had not been in for a long time, the bloodstone ring refined from the flesh essence of the Dark Noble Prince's family, like the purest ruby, although it was only five carats, when it emitted a scarlet light, the wound on Chart's forehead continued to grow blood, and even pushed out the fragments of the sword.

'Healing!' Near-perfect treatment of minor injuries. The Black Knights present were all descendants of the Grey Shroud, and they immediately gathered around to prevent secrets from leaking.

These men proved to be extremely thoughtful, and no one had seen how Holm the Cursed Scepter had healed the lone Phantasmaged Knight, and they could only express their amazement, and praise Charlt's skill of 'playing dead', which is the blind spot of most people who are limited by common sense.

Further transformation from the inside out could only be carried out by returning to the Grey Shroud's lair, and the Black Knights left the Thirteenth Sector unhurriedly, surrounded by the Cursed Scepter and his newly canonized squire.

At the top of the cave in the Eagle Eye Black Market, a black-haired nobleman who had been sleeping upside down on the wall for a long time sniffed lightly, and suddenly opened his scarlet eyes, "Strange, there was a smell of spell casting of my bloodline just now, I don't know which ignorant little guy made an exception, and his parents don't know how to discipline him." ”

"Well, and the rare taste of the wrath of a white knight, and another wretched creature falling into the dark realm? Hah! Descendants of heroes, golden blood, rare and very pure, must be told to the lord as soon as possible. ”

The black-haired nobles suddenly unfurled their furry jet-black bat wings, and the two of them hugged the pale body born in the depths of the darkness, and dozens of vampire bats flew out one after another, and the figure attached to the top of the cave wall gradually shrank to nothing.

The fortress-like three-story tower, looking up at the bats swarm quietly leaving, the host of the black market was a little worried, "The spy planted by the vampire is not saying goodbye, he must have obtained extremely important information, either it is related to the cursed scepter of the gray shroud, or the two-headed monster that fought just now." ”

"My lord, what should we do?" the gray-robed swordsman respectfully walked behind him, listening to the countermeasures

The host pondered: "Spread the rumors, the Fourth Knight of Eastwood City, after the trial of the Highland Berserkers, can be regarded as a veritable reserve. Holm the Cursed Scepter has aggressively expanded his personal power, and the position of the Black Scepter Dismaster has been shaken a little. ”

"Understood. "The swordsman whose strength is close to transcendence is ready to go down and arrange.

"Create a momentum for both sides and attract the attention of those who care, and vampires who can't see the light will not reach out, no matter what they try, they will forcibly stop because of the precepts of escapism. This is the secret of the general trend, even if I am just an ordinary person, I can make the noble people in the darkness helpless. ”

The former great swordsman who gave up his fame for money bowed his head respectfully, he was most familiar with this technique, and as a warrior who had fallen and stood up again and climbed up, he no longer dared to claim that he could solve all difficulties with strength and sword.

Upon returning to the surface, Aldrich Triss, who had not suffered much physical damage, accompanied Baruch Stoneaxe to Master Felix, who had settled in Eastwood, and the follower of the Way of the Oak was indeed a gardener, working for the discerning wealthy merchants and the nobles with unique tastes.

After Aldrich explained his intentions, the master carefully examined Baruch's body, asked for the specific details of the second stage of madness, and then performed quack treatment.

Bloodletting!