Fear immediately set in, and Vicol hurriedly pulled up his legs, turned and fled. Just as he had just taken two steps, the heavy machete slammed into the position where he had just stood, making a loud noise that collided with the ground.

The jailer's dull roar reinforced the sentry's fear, and Vicol didn't look back, rushing straight to the exit of the dungeon. Just after he had shaken off his enemies, he was shocked by the sight of the spy standing in front of the exit, staring at him.

Why did he end up here? Without thinking much about it, he quickly glanced at the unrecognizable jailer behind him, and rushed to the stairs in a panic. However, everything was not as simple as he thought - the Ice Rock Spy smiled at the sentry, and his entire body changed to the appearance of another person in an instant. Then he turned and pushed open the door and walked out of the dungeon.

Is that...... A clone of the jailer?he wanted to replace the man?!, realizing what the spy was trying to do, the sentry quickened his pace like crazy and rushed straight up the stairs.

However, just halfway through his run, the closed gate quickly condensed into an icy blue frost, and a few seconds later it was completely frozen in a thick layer of ice. The restless sentry kept pounding against the door, but to no avail—it was frozen so strong that there was no chance of breaking through.

Damn! Vicor's heart was beating wildly, and Vicor looked in horror at the jailer who was getting closer: he kept wielding his thorn whip, making a "crackling" sound. Laughing in disgust, the enemy paced unhurriedly, as if he knew well that it was only a matter of time before he killed the sentry in front of him, and that there was no exit anyway.

Stopping its frantic ramming motion, the Sentinel kicked it one last time, looking at the chilling ice and panicking: What should I do now? If I can't get out alive, the clone can disguise itself as a jailer and make up a story to fool everyone. And the physical appearance of the real jailer is already rotten, and he will definitely only be regarded as the spy.

Then I'll have to leave some clues even if I die...... Gritting his teeth, Vicol pulled out the note signed by the lord and tucked it into the crack under the door: in this case, there will always be someone who comes to search to find this thing, right? If any of them are smart enough, they can sense that something is wrong and deduce what is going on...... After all, how could such a thing be deliberately stuffed in a crevice? That was meant to be a note for the jailer.

The clone must not have known about the existence of the note, and naturally would not have mentioned it in a later confession. As long as someone takes advantage of this clever questioning, it can be judged that he is a clone...... With a cold sweat on his forehead, Vicor stared nervously at the extremely close enemy: this guy is covered in black ice, I can't even touch him. This guy has been corrupted so deeply, he must be much stronger than before...... What are my chances of winning against this kind of monster?

Seeing the rotting and pus-draining body walk up the steps, Vicor gasped and drew his sword and shield to face it. However, before he could react, the slow-moving enemy roared and charged quickly.

Subconsciously raising his shield, Vicol forcibly resisted the direct slash of the giant blade. A strong shock was heard, and the sentry staggered back, nearly falling to the ground from losing his balance. With a popping sound in the air, the spiky bloody whip was violently flung and slashed towards Vikol.

Hurriedly lowering his body, the sentry raised his shield to defend his head. At that moment, the sharp sound of spikes striking the shield surface was heard quickly. Feeling the vibration of the shield, the sentinel instinctively took a half-step back, trying to get away from the terrible monster.

The moment he leaned back, the enemy once again raised his whip and unleashed a non-stop, rapid attack. Having to defend his shield closer to his body, the sentry was constantly forced back in a cold sweat: the guy's strength was so great that every blow he took made his left arm and waist tingle...... If you continue to defend like this, your stamina will be quickly depleted.

Just as he had parried a massive lash, the jailer suddenly swung his machete and slashed sideways at the sentry with a low roar. The blow was completely beyond his prediction, and Vikol's body was pulled by the violent vibration of the shield and staggered back. However, at this moment, the enemy quickly refilled the whip and slashed again without any gaps.

Unable to stand firm, Vicol completely lost his center of gravity due to this slash. Just as he was about to fall to the ground, the jailer shook his body and slashed again with swift action. The sound of metal clashing was accompanied by sparks, and the sentinel's body was knocked three meters away, slamming into the wall.

Eyes darkened for a moment, and the sentry's entire body ached from the slam impact. At this moment, the sound of the machete was immediately struck. Without time to mobilize his shield, Vicol hurriedly crouched down to dodge. With a cool breath, he felt large flocks of hair fall from the top of his head—the blow nearly slicing off his skull.

The jailer's movements were unbelievably fast. As soon as he made a retraction motion, the second knife followed closely behind, swinging a straight slash from the opposite direction. Before he could get up, Vicol had to defend himself with his shield and was knocked to the ground by the blow.

Realizing that he had to distance himself, Vicol rolled sideways and fell down the three-metre-high staircase. Ignoring the severe pain in his body, the sentry staggered to his feet, trying to flee the enemy quickly.

However, before he could take a step, a violent stomp reached the sentry's ears. Immediately realizing that the enemy had also jumped, Vicor hurriedly rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the jump.

Fight this guy...... Looking at the machete that had sunk into the ground due to the force of too much force, Vicol stepped back in despair: I could barely defend against every slash he made. If he's not fast, I might still have a chance. But......

With a deep growl, the jailer jerked out his machete. Focusing all his attention on the enemy's movements, the Sentinel lowered slightly, nervous: Captain Eders seemed to have been frozen in the room before...... The spell would have lasted for hours before it went away. But if it takes me a couple of hours, it's going to be fine. You've got to find a way to melt it down.

With a whip at his head, the enemy raced it towards Vikol. Still raising his shield for defense, the Sentinel quickly deflected his shield to block the slash that followed. However, the moment he resisted the attack, the long whip that was not satisfied with the iron spike struck at him and slammed it into Vikol's thigh.

With a burning pain, blood seeped out immediately. The sentinel screamed in pain, trembling and staggering back. Without giving him any respite, the jailer picked up his machete and smashed his shield horizontally, slashing straight at the sentry's head.