The black ball did not have the ability to change its trajectory, and although it moved much faster than everyone expected, they were able to avoid the threat by reacting in time. The black ball eventually hit a tombstone and disappeared into the void along with it. Perhaps the only loser in this battle is the dead Dark Elf, who would have thought that the tombstone used to commemorate themselves would disappear without a trace one day?

Anna wiped a cold sweat and complained. "This ghost is so difficult, I really can't believe that a ghost can be so threatening. ”

"I've long said I'm not kidding. Marcos whispered.

"So, is there any countermeasure? Anna teased.

"There's no way, just coat the sword oil I made. Originally, I boiled it for the purpose of coming here to clean up the monster this time, just to deal with this difficult guy. Marcos finished his sentence and took out the bottle of sword oil from his pocket.

Anna hesitated a little, "Wouldn't it be a bit of a waste for us to apply sword oil to a ghost at the same time?" Her hesitation was justified, because eliminating this difficult ghost did not mean that they had completely cleaned up the monsters in the cemetery, although other adventurers and Duchy teams were also doing the clean-up work here, but no one could guarantee that they would not encounter new difficult monsters after destroying this ghost.

Marcos didn't have time to think about it, so he simply said. "I'll come, you keep the sword oil. ”

"It's really bothering you to ask you to help me make sword oil. ”

"You've already thanked me in the camp, so there's no need to thank me a second time. Otherwise," Marcos smoothed the oil on the blade, then straightened up and prepared to charge towards the ghost that was grappling with Fett. "I'm going to swell. He smiled back at Anna, then stepped forward and pounced.

"Yes, yes. Anna shook her head and laughed.

Marcos saw that Fett, who was fighting with the ghost, was slashed off his arm with a scythe because of a mistake, but he was not in a hurry and had to remain absolutely calm at such times. He caught a glimpse of the Rakshasa of the Plague, which had not yet disappeared, and the ghost had only had a slight restraining effect on the black ball, but it gave Marcos a reminder. He thought he might be able to play a little trick up his sleeve against the ghost.

He first yelled at the ghost and called out Krent's name in an attempt to draw its attention. There is no doubt that this approach is effective, and while it is not expected that the other party will stop losing control by hearing Krent's name, as long as the other person's attention returns to himself, Marcos's purpose has been achieved. He took a few big steps in the opposite direction of the ghost, which was within the range of the Plague Rakshasa formation, attracting the ghost to follow.

Looking at the approaching ghosts, Marcos, who had no bottom in his heart, raised his heart to his throat, if this strategy can be effective, then the outcome of this battle will be known. Every meter the ghost drifted forward, it got closer to the final fall of the hammer of judgment. The question that Wolf had asked himself now came back to Marcos's mind - what would the blade of fate choose?

Wrapped in a white bandage, the mummy-like ghost god Rakshasa danced in the center of the formation. It is even more disgusting than this ghost, which is filled with a lot of negativity at this moment, and it can be said that it is the most hated ghost god of Marcos besides Carlo. The ghost entered the range of the formation, and the hammer of judgment finally fell. The scene Marcos was looking forward to, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

As always, the rakshasas tried to cling to everything that came into the range of the formation, whether they were creatures, spirits, or even simple objects, they would be the ones they wanted to devour. You will never be able to satisfy the appetite of this ghost, for its appetite is as bottomless as the abyss of fate. But that ghost is obviously not affected by the Rakshasa devouring, in the final analysis, the ghost still belongs to a kind of demon spirit, and the demon spirit belongs to a kind of spirit, and the Rakshasa cannot devour them that theoretically do not have a physical body.

But that was enough, and under the Rakshasa's unaggressive and senseless clinging, the ghost gradually stopped all its movements. It froze within the range of the Rakshasa formation, and everyone who saw this scene couldn't help but widen their eyes in surprise except for Marcos. They couldn't explain the scene, it was beyond their comprehension. The only thing they knew was that it was Marcos's ploy, another ploy that matched his cunning style.

"Welcome to my field. Marcos gave a malicious smile. "Attack it now!" he reminded the others.

Everyone knew what they needed to do now, so instead of continuing to try to understand the mystery of the ghost formation to stop the ghost from acting, they used all their strength to solve this difficult monster at once. Nian Qi, sword light and internal energy formed a rectangular light curtain towards the ghost, and the silver bullets and bows and arrows mixed in it whizzed through the air.

The ghost was almost a standing target, and in an instant, the ghost was hit by five forces at the same time, and then disappeared into the rubble and smoke produced by the immense force in a miserable scream. It had made everyone think that it had been successfully resolved, but Marcos had long expected that the final blow would be needed. Therefore, before the smoke and dust dissipated, he stepped forward, raised the sword in his hand and swung a black trajectory with an inclination of forty-five degrees from top to bottom, and a strong ghostly aura burst out from the sword and attacked every part of the ghost's body.

Marcos felt like he could get used to the harsh, but unbearable screams of the other party. But the fact that the other party is a monster that poses a threat to people dooms it to be destroyed, just like his own fate. Although he didn't want to think too much about it, he still had a rough outline of his ultimate fate.

"I think it's done...... Marcos gasped as he stepped out of the smoke that was gradually dissipating. "It took a lot of effort. ”

"It's a pity that the sword oil you brewed was only for the decisive blow. Anna pouted.

"Winning comes at a price, and I don't think anyone agrees with that. Marcos spread his hands, he didn't feel sorry for the bottle of sword oil, because the materials for boiling the sword oil were originally provided by Boken.

Fett, who had his arm cut open, walked over slowly, she was very worried, she didn't know if she had disappointed Marcos again this time. But when she thought about it, she felt that she was taking what others thought of her a little too much. "Marcos......" she said hello, albeit in a slightly awkward tone.

"Uh-huh. Marcos nodded, smirking in teasing. "Our lovely Miss Fett seems to be wounded. ”

"Shut up, Marcos. Still, Fett couldn't help but be irritated by Marcos's attitude. Kamili and Anna winked at Cal and the Dark Elf archers as they approached, then walked over to them. The two thought, they had to give Marcos and Fett a little space. Now, at least for a limited time, everyone here has the right to be left behind by the task of cleaning up monsters.

Marcos walked up to Fett and laughed as he watched the other man clumsily try to bandage his arm because of the injured arm. "I'll help you. He didn't intend to ask for Fit's opinion, but snatched the healing potion and bandage from Fit's hand. When the other party looked at him with dissatisfied eyes, he shamelessly responded to the other party with a natural expression. Unlike before, Fett was amused by his expression, albeit only a light smile.