Freya clenched the automatic pistol in her hand, and the danger signal filled her side. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info she slowly raised her head to stare at the darkness above the ceiling, where there was nothing worth observing, but it made her feel concerned.

The battle around the gate was still going on, and some of the mercenaries who had eliminated the guy in front of them began to act in an orderly manner, besieging the magical puppets that came from the gate according to the tactics of conventional warfare, which reminded most of the mercenaries of the first battle of the Eritar River that they had experienced, although the opponent had turned into an emotionless magical lifeform.

This undoubtedly lightens the burden on the mercenaries' hearts, although most of them are only interested in money, but this does not mean that they are mentally qualified enough to cut off a living human head or dismember it. But now it's different, and they're no longer psychologically burdened by these guys who can't be considered human at all, which makes the tactics much smoother than in a human-to-human war.

Freya was hanging from a palace pillar with a homemade rope hook, and a few minutes before she finally received the first wave of attacks from the guy. The sudden lightning struck Freya from above the ceiling, but she was already prepared to dodge the attack.

She took a deep breath, then kicked the wall with her feet and jumped onto another pillar on the opposite side. The hook swayed back and forth between the two columns, and Freya held the top of the column with both hands, pressed the button of the hook to retract it, and climbed up to the top of the column. She half-crouched, alertly moving in the direction she thought the other might exist.

The road above the ceiling was surprisingly easy to walk, and it wasn't as narrow as Freya had imagined. At least she was able to stretch her body completely, but she still lowered her body slightly, moving forward in a position that was easy to defend.

The flicker of the sword light was only for a moment, and Freya immediately stretched her body, and a 360-degree backflip dodged the sudden sword light. Reflexes are always the most important thing, but fortunately she didn't neglect her training. She immediately fired half a round of frozen bullets in the direction of the sword light, which was the safest way, she couldn't pour all the bullets at once, that would only be detrimental to herself.

The Cryo Bomb didn't hit the target, and the guy was the master of the pitch-black ceiling. Darkness is its natural umbrella, and Freya can't see anything more than three meters away in this situation, she knows she's at a disadvantage. But the other party obviously likes to play cat and mouse games, and if he doesn't actively look for it, he will never show up to fight him head-on.

Freya held a grenade in her left hand, deliberately showing a deviant posture, waiting for the moment when the guy attacked. Sure enough, chilling attacks followed. In the midst of this wave of attacks, Freya finally saw a dark shadow flash in front of her, but this also meant that the distance between the two sides was only a stone's throw away.

Freya took three steps forward, the first step straight ahead, the second to the left side of her body, and the third she jumped straight to her feet and jumped into the air while raising her automatic pistol to fire the remaining half of the round. As a result, she escaped the second wave of attacks unbiasedly, and the cryobomb whizzed and condensed a trace of ice crystals in the darkness. Freya confirmed that at least five bullets had hit the opponent, as a mechanical sound sounded in her ears.

But Freya knew it didn't do much real damage, but she had to wait for one of the few good moments. The ring finger of her right hand hooked the magazine, and at the same time she bit the ring of the frozen thunder in her left hand and threw it two positions in front of her, and then immediately completed the reload.

The crisp explosion of the frozen thunder rang out, and the sword qi also swept through the ice and slammed towards Freya. The latter was shocked, and immediately threw a miniature lightning mine at his feet, and then jumped back in succession to try to distance himself from the sword qi. The explosion of the blitzkrieg mine was just two seconds later, and the explosion range of this miniature mine was very small, and Freya's own intention was only to hope that this thing could slow down the movement of the sword qi or even blow it up. But the truth is often not as rosy as imagined, and the sword aura ignores the explosion of the blitzkrieg mine as if it was in a no-man's land, and maintains its original movement speed and pounces towards Freya.

Freya let out a painful cry, and despite her best efforts to dodge, the sword energy shaved open her left arm. She was half-kneeling and looked down at her left arm, warm blood pouring from the horrible wound. Fortunately, counting the previous fight with Cyrus, both of her arms were injured, which definitely had a big impact on the fight.

Freya desperately pulled out a smoke bomb and smashed it at her feet, not even covering her nostrils and mouth to ward off the choking smoke. She coughed, took out a bottle of healing alchemy potion from her pocket and crushed it next to her wound, and then haphazardly took out a roll of bandage from her pocket and wrapped it around the wound. Thanks to the gods, the other party did not launch an additional attack in time, and I don't know if it was the smoke that blocked the view of these guys.

She coughed and quickly pulled out of the smoke, but what she saw next almost made her despair. The demonic doll was facing him, and there was only one body distance between them. The red light in the other party's eyes flickered abruptly, as if representing a killing signal.

Another black figure flashed out from one side like a ghost hidden in the darkness and pounced on the guy, the iconic greatsword arcing in the darkness, and then his body quickly spun in a circle, and the greatsword in his hand swung a circular slash with the rhythm of his body. But that didn't fend off the guy, not even temporarily.

He immediately replaced his greatsword with his left hand, and with his right hand he launched a shock wave towards Freya that did no real damage. Freya was pushed backwards a few meters by the waves, almost unsuspectingly, and she realized that it was a choice he had made for her own safety.

"Get out of here, Freya, you can't fight it in this damn place!" a familiar voice sounded, Freya could never be mistaken, it was Maffeo's voice.

"Maffeo, you alone are no match for it!"

"Okay, so do you have any good ideas, I'm not a guy who is good at using ideas. "Maffeo used the combat experience he had been accumulating to deal with the guy for a short time, but sooner or later he would be hit by the guy, and he really couldn't face such an opponent alone.

"Not yet, but we need more guys to help, but there's nothing we can do here. ”

"Very well, so can you tell me whose help you need?" Maffeo was in a stalemate with the guy, and he was completely defeated in the knife fight.

"Can you tell me how you knew I was here?" Freya said helplessly. "Do you think now is a good time to ask questions?"

"Well, it's all up to you, my noble lady. Maffeo couldn't help but laugh.

Freya glanced at Maffeo in surprise, what kind of guy could still be in the mood to joke in such a situation, she thought that she should talk to Marcos when she had time, she was sure that Maffeo was doing this because of Marcos' influence.

"You go first, and I'll follow you. Maffeo scrambled for time as Freya sped away through another path that would lead to the surface.