It's not Lin Ze with a rotten aura, but it's not a good thing either.

- Should have died to unleash a blasphemy on Ranger Charles.

The powerful spell ability directly froze the ranger's spirit, and even if he was about to be beheaded by the flames in the hands of this strange Ballow Demon in the next moment, he still couldn't move.

"Hehehe......"

Barlow Demon smiled and raised the flaming sword in his hand.

A swift flash of fire flew up, but it was lightly blocked by Charles's magic shield, and this moment of sluggishness was just a moment for his companion to struggle.

The next moment, the Fallen Knight raised his shield and fell from the sky and stuck between the two, and Christie, who was behind, also took the opportunity to wave a long whip and awaken Charles with the magic bestowed by the goddess of abuse.

The ranger's sluggish spirit was forcibly awakened by a soul-piercing force, although he was mentally exhausted, Charles felt a lively force in his body erect, and immediately roared and quickly retreated as promised.

When the Fallen Knight returned, they found that the Barlow Demon, who had been beaten into rag dolls, had changed his appearance, and a dark and deep thick chain seemed to be inserted into its body at this moment, one end of the chain connected to the hot lava heart of the Balor Demon, and the other end was like a silk thread in the hand of a brilliant physician sewing up some of the wounds that exposed the internal organs.

"Be careful, this guy's strength and speed are twice as strong as just now!"

Luke held a knight's shield and Antonio, who was dragging a giant axe, stood in front of everyone, and his expression under the steel helmet, which had not changed for thousands of years, finally took on a bit of solemnity.

Hurriedly carrying the sword, the former shield of glory in his hand has been cut out of a hidden trace, you must know that this is when he was a Templar deliberately looking for the dwarven master to forge an enchanted shield for himself, the hard shield even helped him resist the countless pursuits of other Templars, you can imagine how strong this Barlow Demon who can cut traces on it is at the moment.

"Stop! Wait for Daryl's spell to finish. The spell prepared by the mobile artillery was interfered with by an inexplicable force, and it was necessary to prepare it again, so Christie temporarily assumed the command and fire support.

The mutant Balor Demon has re-launched the assault. With the release of the spell-like ability [Disarming Magic], Antonio, a giant axe warrior whose strength had declined, was slashed out by Barlow's sword, and then forced the ranger away, and Ballow's demon, full of evil aura, rushed directly to the rear and released a firestorm.

The flames frantically consume oxygen, and the violently burning flames heat the surrounding air in a very short time. The heated gas began to expand, and when this expansion rate reached a sufficient speed, the expanded gas formed a shockwave of considerable power - except for the mage Darryl who stayed in place with the passive spell state amplification, the magic shields on the rest of the people exploded, the enchanted items shattered, and their bodies turned into murals with a rumbling roar.

"Bah, what a reckless thing. ”

Lin Ze, who was hiding in the rock wall, was also blown out by this ferocious explosion, and the black dragon that shook his head attracted everyone's attention as soon as it appeared, and Daryl's high-level magic that was about to be completed was also beaten back to the prototype at this moment.

"The scholar dragon of the Black Dragon Lord, the legendary Black Dragon of Soul Eater, Carl!" Daryl was bitter in his heart, Lin Ze, as one of the local land snakes, naturally conducted an investigation before they came, and after some evaluation, they chose to take a shortcut through the southern leaf forest of this blind lord.

I thought it was a black dragon who only relied on brute force to win, but I didn't expect that I was chased by others after all kinds of reconnaissance magic along the way - it was a slap in the face!

The Scholar's Dragon lives up to its name!

The brutal psionic energy summoned a gust of wind to blow away the smoke and dust in the sky, and the black dragon swept through the crowd with a food-picking look, the surging aura of rotting souls radiating a bright green light at his feet.

The few rookies who were blown half-dead in the corner of the wall had already fallen into pure darkness.

Antonio, who has the blood of a barbarian, fell into an inextricable rage, and even though his abdomen was bleeding profusely, he still had to wield the giant axe in his hand and fight desperately.

The Ranger was unconscious, looking hideous and painful, not knowing what he had experienced in the dark. Luke, the fallen knight, is mired in the confusion of his own faith, muttering the names of his former teachers, lovers, students, and comrades-in-arms, and has completely lost his ability to act.

The nun who believed in the goddess of pain also lay on the ground, and the black-robed nun was flushed, holding the long whip with one hand and unconsciously whipping herself, and the other hand was squirming around from the black robe on her body, obviously provoked by the lust in her heart by the aura of the rotten soul and unable to extricate herself.

Darryl reluctantly resisted with an enchanted ring that carried a mechanized mind, "Good afternoon, Mr. Karl. ”

"But there is no sun now. Lin Ze squatted beside Daryl, the chaotic thoughts in the tall and thin mage's heart rose and fell, and even Daryl himself didn't know how long the mechanical mind could last. "I feel like it's almost noon, and Mr. Karl's mental disturbance is as bright as the sun at noon, and I can't say enough good afternoon after seeing you. ”

Lin Ze bared his teeth when he heard this: "Hehe, this is an inferior sycophant." ”

"But I'm reluctant to accept it, okay, let's talk about this place. ”

Finding that the black dragon had no intention of doing it directly, Daryl couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and after organizing the language a little, he began to introduce it to Lin Ze.

The information about this ruin was actually the reward for five people who had expelled a berserk creature from a town.

The first ancestors of the rulers of the town in the wilderness also made a little bit of a difference, and the most precious relic left to future generations, in addition to some cleverly conceived alchemy props, was a handwritten notebook.

In addition to the ancestor's alchemy notes, the most recorded in this white dragon skin notebook that has survived for an unknown period of time is his tedious apprenticeship in a "high tower".

The constant repetition of the alchemy process, the transcription of scrolls that consume the spirit and the mutual interference between his companions make him miserable.

It wasn't until the tower's master died in a failed magical experiment.

Perhaps it was luck that he happened to be out of the tower on the day of the accident, but it was because of this luck that he escaped the "fire that made the mountains burn" and successfully left this notebook.

After the notes were in hand, several people went around according to the records, looking around for those ancient maps to compare the locations, this long work did not end until last winter, and after another winter of preparation, the five of them made up their minds to come here, but a few people expected everything, but they didn't expect it to be like this in the end!

"Boom! Click......"

Lin Ze flipped through his notes, and the two guys who hit the top over there also made a lot of noise—the Balor Demon, who had obviously undergone the transformation of the ruins, actually smashed a solid rock wall headlong and successfully opened the passage for the next stage:

A stone path hidden in the thick fog of milk!