Whoosh! Whoosh!

A rain of arrows enveloped the corner of the monastery hall, and a newly infiltrated thief scout was shot in the chest and shoulder by two bone arrows, killing him instantly, despite his best efforts to dodge.

The Semu are natural archers, with a gift of freedom of movement and keen perception in the dark and jungles, which makes them very perceptive to the Kleptocratic Assassins, and twenty or thirty elite Benga archers have no problem dealing with a few thieves who are not protected by armor.

Another thief not far away on the windowsill saw that the situation was not good, and immediately jumped to his feet, trying to escape, but two feathered arrows shot almost silently from behind, piercing his leather armor.

"Uhhhhhhh

The thief's eyes bulged, his head hung limply, and his body fell limply from the windowsill.

The halls were swept away of enemies, and Leon, who grew stronger and braver, rushed the battlefield from the door to the periphery!

"Kill!"

Lei Yan's war knife slashed at a large black metal shield, and the collision between qi and metal burst out with brilliant flames, and the blade broke through the shield, leaving a scar more than half an inch deep.

The Terran warrior who held a large shield to resist Leon's attack trembled, and involuntarily took a half step back, his dark face was flushed with abnormal flushing, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, obviously from internal injuries.

Before he had the Soul Eater Arm, Leon couldn't hurt the enemy with a single blow even if he fought hard, and the mysterious power of the Soul Eater Arm made his realm suddenly rise by two levels, reaching the strength of a fifth-level Beast Soul Warrior.

This Black Shield Warrior is only a third-level strength, and the gap between the two levels is simply insurmountable.

It's just that although he knew that there was a huge gap between his strength and Leon, the black shield warrior did not give up his duty, he roared, lowered his shield and raised his battle axe, aimed at Leon's neck and slashed hard, it was completely a fierce attack for life.

On the other side of the door, the big sword warrior saw the opportunity, and stabbed a sword into Leon's waist and abdomen, the sword body exuded a blazing fighting spirit, and cooperated with the black shield warrior to form a flank and siege against Leon.

Leon sneered, a sneering smile tugged at the corner of his lips, Lei Yan's sword swept across the heavy sword that stabbed into the abdomen, and his left arm suddenly rose upward, blocking the slashing battle axe.

Click!

The blades of the battle axe rubbed violently against the Soul Eater arm, making a tooth-aching sound.

Under the collision and friction, the tomahawk slid away, and it didn't leave the slightest trace on the armguard, you must know that the strong fighting spirit of the black shield warrior was condensed on it!

The two samurai were exquisitely flanked, and they had no effect in the face of Leon's absolutely powerful force.

It was definitely not Leon's style to only resist and not fight back, and while parrying attacks from both sides, he suddenly flew out of his right leg and kicked at the Black Shield Samurai.

Boom!

The boots struck the shield with a dull thud, showing the weight of the foot.

The big shield forged by black iron actually dented a large piece from the foothold, and the samurai behind could no longer bear it, and the blood spurted from his mouth and flew out with the shield.

Even people dozens of paces away could clearly hear the sound of bones breaking from his body.

The great sword warrior on the other side retreated with a pale face, he had a chance to attack again, but Leon's strength made him lose the courage to fight.

At this time, the roar of anger and the chanting of magic could be heard not far away.

The Terran has the largest number of mages, and the Terran country is absolutely sparing no effort to cultivate the power of mages, and it is precisely by relying on the large number of mage legions that they can occupy the rich eastern plains on the continent.

This Terran mercenary group, which is only a hundred people, has more than a dozen mage members, and it is also one of its core forces.

It's just that the mage's own defense ability is very fragile, only the magicians above the intermediate level can bless themselves with magic shields, and the low-level ones rely on the protection of warriors and samurai, so when the mercenary group attacks, the mages are standing at a considerable distance from the monastery.

As the attacking samurai fell one by one at the entrance of the hall, the leader of the mercenary group could no longer hold his breath and shouted orders for the few remaining to retreat.

Several of the discouraged warriors retreated, and the mages blasted fireballs, wind blades, ice edges, and lightning bolts as fast as they could, and different magic flew and shone in the air, overwhelmingly pressing Leon as he rushed out of the gate.

If it was a Lustful Warrior, even if he had the power of the Soul Eater Arm, in the face of such a powerful magic bombardment, he would only retreat back into the hall.

But who is Leon? He has the protection of the soul armor, and the power of the mixed body is being vented, and the burning killing intent can't help but rise, and there is no word back in his mind.

Protecting the Lei Yan War Knife in front of his chest, he took half a step back, the tiger body squatted slightly, and when the first wind blade flew at a close distance of only ten steps, he suddenly jumped up!

Leon pounced on the mages like arrows from a string, and several oncoming wind blades struck his chest, shattering his bones on the flame soul armor.

Rumble!

One after another, a fireball exploded on Leon's body, only causing the soul armor to fluctuate slightly, barely affecting Leon's speed.

He was so fast that most of his magic attacks were left behind.

Looking at Leon approaching quickly, the mages of the mercenary group all changed color, and they knew very well what a terrible situation it would be if Leon was allowed to rush to their side.

The protection of the dozens of samurai around them could not give them the slightest sense of security.

"Stop him, stop him!"

The leader of the mercenary group roared angrily and ordered his men to intercept Leon.

As a fourth-level middle-aged warrior who has been in the secret realm of the Holy Realm for a long time, and can be regarded as a senior adventurer of old fritters, this small mercenary group can be said to be the capital accumulated by his decades of hard work.

But for the sake of a holy weapon, twenty or thirty members have already been broken, how can he not feel vomited blood.

Now he has no thoughts about any holy weapons, he just wants to be able to kill Leon and not expand his losses.

More than a dozen arrows and pike spears flew at Leon at the same time, and the warriors began to retreat as they protected the mages, and several mages waved their staffs to cast spells on the ground in front of them, and a magical mire quickly appeared.

Greasy spells and mire are auxiliary spells used by mages to block and slow down the samurai's attacks, and the usual effect should be said to be very good, but unfortunately they encounter the opponent's strength is too strong.

Finding the mud foam on the ground in front of him, Leon suddenly changed his trajectory, and most of the arrows and pike spears that flew were all missing.

He swung his sword and slashed down several pike spears that were dangerous to him, slowing down slightly.

The swamp created by the mage quickly spread to both sides, and seeing that Leon was about to step into it, he leaped up with his right foot and swung out his left hand like lightning.

A few bits of blue light suddenly bloomed in Leon's palm, and the two warriors who had taken dozens of steps fell on their backs.

Their skulls were simultaneously pierced by a half-foot-long black prismatic spike, and the blood splattered into the face of one of the mages behind them.

The mage, who was preparing a fireball spell, was stunned for a moment, and the spell that was about to be completed was suddenly interrupted.

He looked blankly at the samurai who had just taken his last breath at his feet, his lips twitched a few times, and he suddenly let out a scream of surprise, like a woman who saw a rat or a viper.

Leon landed steadily on the solid ground, swung his sword, slashed down a flying battle axe, and resisted two fireballs.

With his left hand raised, he unfolded a brown scroll, the paper silk hissed, and a bright ball of light shot straight into the sky.

Boom!

Balls of light exploded in the air at a height of 100 feet, and the brilliant light tore through the darkness of the night and illuminated a large area in front of the monastery.

Illumination!

The Terran mercenaries only felt that their eyes lit up, of course they were no strangers to illumination, but no one knew why Leon wanted to release illumination at this time.

A few mages sensed that something was wrong, and they instinctively retreated, and the heavy mountains and forests might be the last protection.

But more mages were not willing to fail, and they continued to prepare spells to attack Leon, as long as they could penetrate Leon's soul armor, dozens of warriors could pile him to death.

A tall, gray-robed mage pushed away the warrior standing in front of him, and he raised his staff high, the blue thunder mang leaping on the magic crystal at the head of the staff, his distorted expression making him look extremely hideous.

"Die..."

Shout!

The word "death" had just come out when a feathered arrow shot from the side, hitting him in the neck with incredible accuracy!

The sharp metal arrowhead pierced through the throat without any condensation, protruding from the other side, bringing up a few splashes of blood.

With his mouth open and a look of disbelief on his face, the mage tried to turn his head to see the source of the deadly attack, but his powerless body fell like mud.

"Marksman!"

Another mage next to him shouted in horror.

For mages, sharpshooters with ultra-long-range attack capabilities are also one of their threats, and at this time, another marksman suddenly appeared, which was simply another noose around the necks of mages.

The mage shouted, scrambling to give himself an arrow protection, the best spell against the arrows.

Originally, when facing the enemy normally, mages would first bless themselves with various protective spells, and arrow protection was one of them.

However, they thought that the enemy was only Leon, and the archers of the Semu people never dared to run out, so they were not prepared for the sake of saving mana.

And this is undoubtedly a fatal mistake!

(To be continued)