At the end of the labyrinth is a relatively large hall that can accommodate about forty or fifty people to move freely - of course, it is not possible to play football, but it should still be possible to play table tennis.

This hall is the same as the previous labyrinth, with red lights on all four walls. But unlike the labyrinth, the light above the four walls of the hall could already be seen clearly, emanating from large and small red crystals. And on the floor of the hall, it was even more purple and black, and there was a smell of blood that was so thick that it could not be dispersed floating in it.

As soon as the stone wall was smashed through, the smell of blood that was so thick that it almost condensed into substance wafted over, and the traversers who smelled it all changed color - such a heavy smell of blood, how many people died in the hall!

"Damn! there's no such exaggeration in the game......" Sulton said with a bitter face, "Do you want to fight in this environment?

"If you want to fight, you won't be allowed to get on. ”

"That's right, in your current state, it's also a ...... to give people heads."

Being laughed at by his companions like this, Serton was not angry at all, but nodded: "Since it's none of my business, then I'll flash, bye-bye." ”

So saying, she turned into a ray of light and went back to the castle.

"She's straightforward enough to ......"

"Forget it, let's rest until now, start work!"

The members of the "Evil Faction" laughed and laughed, and one by one they walked through the holes in the wall and through the final passage to the hall ahead.

They had seen a burly figure standing in the middle of the hall, waiting for them.

[I want to go home (Long Biao): I have already rushed into the hall, and the opponent is only one person, and he is extremely burly. 】

[Librarian: That's supposed to be "Manu the Slave Trader", Norman Speke's subordinate, who seems to be in his early 70s. The race is a beast demon, and the skill template is a warrior, with the special abilities of "Virus Bite" and "Poison Gas Spray", so be careful when fighting. 】

[I want to go home: I understand, don't worry!]

Everyone can see the dialogue in the chat channel, so this introduction of Heyin naturally made all the members of the "evil faction" understand the opponent's ability.

A legendary warrior with two special abilities.

"I always feel that since the Ellanz War of Independence, there seem to be more and more legends......," someone muttered, "could this be the prelude to the so-called revival of aura and the emergence of strong men?"

"Reiki revivs, you ghost! This guy is a legend!"

"Even if it's a legend, there's nothing to be afraid of, it's just a legendary kitchen knife. We have output, control, and milk...... Well, the milk is really a little bit worse...... In any case, there is only one enemy. A group of people beat him up, what's there to worry about?"

Darkset, the necromantic knight who said this, soon understood the truth that "flags should not be planted indiscriminately".

Manu didn't mean to talk to the traversers, and as soon as they entered the hall, he rushed up. Wielding the thick knife that looked like an enlarged version of a boning knife, he slashed at them.

Darkset, who was at the front, tried to block the attack with his shield, but as soon as he made contact, he screamed, and his body suddenly split in half and fell to the ground.

[Manu attacks you with the "Demon Bone Chopper".] 】

[The main structure of your body is a skeleton, which triggers the special effect "Bone Chopping Knife" of the "Demon Bone Chopper". 】

Your spine is severed. 】

Such an attack is lethal enough for ordinary people, but it is not much of a problem for necromancy. Just bragging was killed by a knife, which made Darkset feel very shameless and shouted: "Everyone be careful of his knife!

However, his reminder didn't have much effect - even in the entire guild, he was the only melee character with a skeleton main structure. The other two skulls are both ranged, one is a bone bow and the other is a necromancer, so there is no chance of being cleaved by a bone chopping knife at all.

So, until Darkset used his hands and feet, struggled to crawl out of the battlefield, put himself back together, and then cast a spell to heal, there was still no second person who was hit.

With two heavy armor as the main force, and Long Biao and a few other melee fighters as support, the traversers firmly held the frontal battlefield, so that Manu had no way to break through their obstacles. As a result, the rear members were able to launch long-range attacks to their heart's content, and arrows and arrows were shot at him one after another.

Manu's stature is quite large, and this huge stature gives him great strength and vitality, and also makes him an excellent target when attacked.

Tall and wide, it is perfect in both landscape and portrait orientation.

He wears the armor that Norman Speke had made for him, which is unusually strong and has good defense against magic. The Travelers' ranged attacks didn't have much effect on him - at least not every time they attacked.

If you change to an ordinary adventurer, you will probably be tired and frightened in the face of an opponent who doesn't seem to hurt no matter how you fight. But the traversers were not moved at all - in their impression, the boss should have thick skin and thick flesh, and they should not buy it no matter how they fight.

A boss of more than 70 levels, a group of people in their fifties and sixty levels besieged, and it will not surprise people to fight for an hour or two, but it has only been a few minutes, what is there to worry about?

For this battle, they all brought enough supplies. Arrows are calculated using "bundles", potions that replenish mana are calculated using "groups", and even "Jingyan Stones", which can be used to urgently maintain equipment in battle, each person carries a dozen pieces. Just prepare for a protracted battle, thirty or fifty minutes is not much, one or two hours is not much, if necessary, it is no problem to fight for a day and a night!

But Manu has a problem!

The huge body naturally has a huge consumption, and every blow he blows is full of strength, but every blow also consumes a lot of physical energy. After a few minutes of onslaught, he felt a little tired.

This is simply unthinkable for a legendary warrior, but he is not a legendary warrior after all, he just stole the power of the other party by devouring a legendary warrior.

In the face of weak opponents, he is already enough to win with his great strength. But in the face of the traversers who can block his attacks and are still fighting back, his strength is not enough.

Gradually, his movements slowed down, and his mouth began to gasp for air.

"This thing can't stand it!"

"Come on!"

"Hack him!"

The "Evil Faction" traversers were all fierce people who had killed countless monsters, and Manu's performance was immediately seen through by them, and they suddenly became more and more excited, screaming and rushing up.

Manu wanted to struggle a little harder, but at this moment, the necromancer Kelvin, who had already found an opportunity from just now, roared and crushed one of his finger bones.

The bones turned into a dark light, which instantly crossed half of the hall and hit Manu's mouth.

At this moment, a sturdy figure rushed from behind, stopped in front of Manu, brandished a long-handled broadsword, and blocked everyone's attacks.

...... But he was clearly late.

The most vicious slave trader in the Western Continent grabbed his throat with both hands, and he clearly felt something enter his mouth, and then directly into his stomach.

Immediately afterward, he covered his stomach and fell to the ground, screaming in pain.

The dark light of that phalanx bone contained terrible toxins and curses, and when it entered his stomach, it wreaked havoc. However, he has a strong vitality and can repair the damage he has suffered to a certain extent.

It didn't save his life, it just made him suffer a little more in vain.

Because the guy who suddenly rushed out, holding a long knife, was of unknown origin, and did not seem to have the intention of taking the initiative to attack, the traversers took a few steps back for the time being, and the two sides confronted each other without saying a word.

On the ground between them, the slave trader was lying upside down, tumbling and twitching, wailing and moaning in fits and starts.

After about four or five minutes, he finally calmed down after a violent convulsion, spread his body, and never moved again.

Black cursed poison spilled out of his pores, staining a large area of the ground. There was a disgusting rancid stench in the thick smell of blood in the air.

This evil and brutal creature has become a monster, and what remains in the world in the end is such a disgusting rotten corpse.