In the sudden chill, Huai Shi suddenly rolled over, trying to dodge.

But I still felt a pain in my back, and the other party's movements were surprisingly fast, and the coat embedded with layers of wire and protection was almost penetrated under this blow.

One blow was followed by another.

The sound of breaking the sky exploded again.

Without looking back, Huai Shi threw out the hammer, turned around and hid behind the shelf, and then heard the sharp sound of steel being pierced. Then, he roared hard, pushing the entire shelf behind him.

In an instant, in the midst of the loud sound of falling to the ground, there was a continuous sound of breaking.

The attacker quickly retreated, wisps of scarlet mist lingering around him, above his pale face, his eyes burst out with blood, and he held a slender cavalry knife in his left hand, as if it was the murder weapon that had just almost stabbed Huai Shi.

Sublimator!

Huai Shi snorted unhappily.

The situation went into the worst of the plan - it was blocked by the sublimators of the Renaissance Group.

In fact, there is such a vault, and it is only natural to have an Ascension guard, so it is not unexpected, it can only be said that his luck is really bad.

Encountering this kind of strong enemy with skilled swords, Huai Shi subconsciously wanted to take out an axe and jump and split.

Hunting is happy.

But in order to hide his identity, he doesn't dare to dig out the guy now, otherwise he will be wanted by five stars if he doesn't go out. Fortunately, in response to this situation, the crow has already made a plan.

As the palm of his hand tugged at his waist, the liquid water bladder hidden under his coat shattered instantly, and the viscous potion instantly flowed down from the back of the hood and his neck, covering his whole body in an instant.

At that moment, Huai Shi reached out and pressed it to his chest, quietly stuffing a piece of Liberator dust into it, and the next moment, the darkness rioted, and flames burst out from his body, rising up in an instant, enveloping him.

But this time, the flames turned to a blazing crimson.

Like dancing blood.

The colors are changed.

Not only that, but from the inside of his coat, the iron skeleton buried inside also protruded, and he looked very strange as if his whole person was shrouded in burning rattan armor.

The face under the gas mask, the pupils of the eyes were quickly covered in pitch black.

Druid Lineage: Second Order Stigmata - Wicker Man!

It's weird.

At best, it's a copycat version of what it seems.

That is, it looks scary, in fact, there is no lethality of the rumored Wicker Man Bomb Maniac at all, and the flames are just mixed with volatile potions and changed color, in fact, there is no lethality at all.

He is now an alchemist from Rome, and he must not collapse.

"Romans?"

Clement was stunned for a moment, and his expression immediately became more and more gloomy: "ебатьтвоюмать!"

Eat, Latin!

Before the words fell, the extremely skilled Russian Union military sword technique had already slashed towards Huai Shi's head.

God Russian guys!

What a grudge against Rome!

The stigma that showed the druid lineage not only forced the other party to throw a rat trap, but also had a taunting effect, which directly made the other side go berserk.

In desperation, Huai Shi didn't dare to play the operation of receiving the white blade empty-handed, so she could only start running and dodging in the narrow and complex terrain of the vault.

Fortunately, the shelves are dense enough, otherwise Huai Shi is afraid that she will be forced to the corner and hacked to death.

In the midst of his scramble, his eyes lit up, and he jumped hard, picked up the top box on the shelf, and threw it at Clement. Clement roared, and the cavalry knife fell, smashing the box and its contents to pieces.

"Coward, face me!" he shouted at Huaishi in Slavic.

"I won't!"

Huai Shi spoke a mouthful of Latin that she learned from the red glove, picked up the bottles and cans on both sides of her hand and threw them at him, "You are a Russian League sublimator who works hard for the Americans, and you are embarrassed to look down on others!"

Taking advantage of the moment when Clement's footsteps stopped, Huai Shi finally approached her goal.

That border relic lying in the middle of the shelf!

It was an old-fashioned flail.

A handle the length of an ordinary man's arm was connected to a blood-red chain, and at the other end, where it was originally a wolf's tooth hammer, was a head carved with countless sharp snake hairs.

I really don't know where this thing was dug up, and there is still a vague residue of the hideousness and pain before death on that bewitching ground hole.

Seeing Huai Shi reach out to the banshee's skull, Clement not only did not panic, but a hint of mockery appeared in his expression.

Among these frontier relics kept in the vault, the Banshee's Skull is indeed the highest grade A, but this does not mean that Huai Shi can be used freely without the Liberation Language.

Moreover, in addition to the protection of the vault, all of the frontier relics carry the curse and insurance set by the alchemist, and if no manager touches them before the client uses them, it is even more lethal than a red-hot charcoal fire.

Grab it directly by hand, and once the safety measures are activated, even with gloves will be burned to ashes!

But in the next moment, he was dumbfounded.

Because Huai Shi actually took out another tube of potion from his pocket and smashed it on the flail, the dark green liquid instantly seeped into the flail, and then, his palm was on the grip, and he easily took the weapon off the shelf.

There was no backlash.

- Mistletoe.

Huai Shi grinned triumphantly, this is one of the insurance policies left by the crow - if you enter a crisis situation, you can't say that you have to use local materials.

In order to circumvent the restrictions and prohibitions on the border relics, she extracted thirty grams of finished products from a large vat of potion puree after exhausting her few precious stocks and a large amount of essentia.

The name mistletoe is used because it is able to bypass all restrictions and become a part of the target's root system.

It is a rare fusion agent whose main purpose is to completely melt two precious alloys that are incompatible. It's just that after the transformation of the crow, combined with the power of Huai Shi's 'Forbidden Hand', this hellish effect has been formed.

The siniver will smelt its essentia against the palm of its hand into a covered metal shape, while the mistletoe will be responsible for fusing the two metals into one.

As a result, Huai Shi was identified as part of the Banshee's Skull by this anti-theft prohibition.

The hammer is one, and it sounds imposing.

Even if there is no liberation language to let the banshee's skull release the original power of the 'petrified heavy blow', it is enough to make this bastard who chased after him hate to drink a pot.

Without waiting for Clement to react, Huai Shi stepped forward, the grip in his hand waved, and he pulled the head of the banshee and smashed it down on Clement's head.

Even when the flail broke through the air, both of them couldn't help but weaken their legs, their faces red and their hearts beating.

Guy's wasn't a scream, but a gentle moan that sounded like it was tickling.

Even the voice will continue to change with the strength of Huai Shi, and now it is as if it has suddenly clicked on the hair piece and pulled it to the back, full of spiritual pollution.

Clement, the security guard, had never heard of this effect, and he didn't stop for a while, and was almost smashed in the face by it.

But Huai Shi is not ashamed, I was a little scared at first, but after accepting this setting, how can I say it...... It's itchy and wants to hear more.

"Stop, don't go!" Huai Shi pressed step by step: "Let grandpa hit eight hundred hammers to cool off!"

As he spoke, he snapped his arm, and the banshee's skull swept across with a groan. Clement was furious, and regardless of the difference in quality, the cavalry knife in his hand shook the hammer of the flail, and in an instant, the sparks burst out, and the saber burst open.

If it doesn't break on the spot, it already means that its quality is hard enough.

Then, within three steps, Clement suddenly raised his eyes and roared.

Towards Huai Shi.

A blinding flash burst out of his eyes, shooting straight into Huai Shi's pupils.

At that moment, the wings of nothingness spread out from behind him, revealing the true form of his stigma.

American Genealogy: Second Order Stigmata - Gargoyle!

The American lineage is also known as the Xenogenealogy, the biggest reason being that most of the first sublimators to make up the American lineage were border xenotypes, such as vampires, werewolves, ghouls, and other half-humans who were considered dark races in the Middle Ages.

That's why the Americas are considered an outlier population.

Employed by Renaissance, Clement progressed to the most famous of them, the Gargoyle, who not only has incredible defense, but also has a natural ability, the Eye of Abomination.

Gargoyles, who have long existed as evil beasts and guardian spirits, have also had legends about punishing evil, and the eyes of abomination developed from this are judgments against their enemies.

It is rumored to be able to summon the people the enemy killed during their lifetime to take revenge on the enemy, but the actual effect is not so mysterious - maybe after advancing to the fifth order of the 'Fallen Morning Star', just a casual glance can make people fall into hell, but the second order gargoyles are at best a low-level pauper.

Far from it, it uses the line of sight as a medium to carry out a spiritual impact on the enemy - sifting out the deepest wisp of resentment wrapped around the enemy's body, and then giving its own essentia, so that the dead temporarily form a ghost-like form to retaliate against the enemy.

In a short period of time, it forms a two-on-one effect, which can be used to suppress and win in battle.

The moment he was seen, a large number of stigma effects that crows forced him to memorize appeared in his mind, and when he felt the essentia riot around him, he naturally knew what this thing was, and suddenly his heart was shocked, and the six gods had no master.

The one who dies at his hands is the one who hates him the most, and he will turn into a ghost to ask for his life...... Don't talk about red gloves, it's a Heluo who is coming, so don't do it at all.

He can't handle one of them, how can he fight another one?

But then, he saw a vicious scream coming from the thick fog that rose from the ground.

An old face emerged from the mist, and Qi Wen, with a distorted face, returned to the world again with the resentment he left behind, and took revenge on Huai Shi.

And then?

And then there was no then.