Carefully, cautiously, the electric monk slowly detoured back behind the busy fishman. There was a small narrow ridge from the depths of the mountaintop, plumping down more than a hundred feet, surrounded by a messy pile of rock.

He took a deep breath, then sprinted the last few yards at full speed, ran to the edge of the cliff, and leaped. He stretched out his hands, and his smock was like wings to catch the wind and dust, and the sound of "hunting" sounded.

The fat mayor, who was in the midst of a prayer ceremony, heard a strange noise, and first looked around. Then he realized that the sound was coming from above their heads. When he looked up, the flail had struck him.

The electric monk hit the fishermen, but as if he had struck a wooden stick on soaked leather, he made a "bang" sound, and the other party simply flew out. Other than that, there were no serious injuries on his body.

The fat mayor who had risen from the ground, now a fisherman, had now looked like a real fat-headed fish, and he had grown his mouth with fat lips and spat out water arrows.

Without any words, a fierce battle ensued.

It is clear that both sides of the war recognize each other's identities, but at the same time neither knows the other's purpose. However, this did not affect their decision to do so, after all, the gods and the benthic demon fish were naturally opposed.

As immortal creatures in some way (benthic mobs can pass on the memories of their parents), benthic mobs have no respect for the gods. Because the myths and stories preached by their gods are only a short chapter in their vast memory.

The gods, on the other hand, know the secrets of the birth of this strange monster. They knew that the benthic devilfish were born from the blood of an ancient evil creature known as the "Scarlet Queen", and that each ancient evil creature was in fact the enemy of any faction of gods.

As a priest of Stim, the electric monk encounters the fat mayor who has been corrupted into a "fishman", and there must be a battle between the two. And this battle cannot be compromised at all, and must end with the death of one side.

Although the water arrow had already struck him, the electric monk was not afraid at all. Thunder poured out of his palm and into the shackles he held. He swung his flail and danced impermeable, shattering the foul-smelling arrows one by one.

Immediately afterward, the electric monk charged at the fishmen again with his weapon. And just when he was less than two or three yards away from the fat mayor, one of his palms hidden behind his back suddenly flipped and then stretched forward.

"Energy Vortex!" the blistering sphere spun and swirled, and then suddenly catapulted towards the fisherman's body.

This is one of the magic techniques often used by priests, similar to the energy orb of the school of energy, and it is also one of the four types of damage from acid, cold, electric shock, and fire as a means of attack.

And given that the opponent has been transformed by the benthic demon fish, the electric monk chose the flame that is most likely to cause the most damage to him to attack.

was covered by the fireball, and the few clothes on the fat mayor's body were ignited in an instant. Immediately, because his skin and flesh were burned, he made a "snort" sound, and there were also stinks.

In addition to fire damage, the "Energy Vortex" can also inflict a large number of physical cutting wounds on the subject due to its constantly circulating and writhing nature. was hit hard, and the fat mayor's chest was already covered with scars.

But even so, he didn't let out a single cry of pain. This is not in line with his previous pampered living habits, and it is obvious that he who has been transformed into a city fish citizen by the benthic devil fish is obviously very different from before.

There was a muffled "pop", and the flail slapped the fishman in the face again, still only knocking it out, but it did not cause more damage. "This guy is highly resistant to blunt damage," the electric monk muttered, and immediately had a countermeasure in mind.

After using the "Energy Vortex", his other palm was already empty. So, the electric monk put it on the handle of the flail, twisted and twisted, and then pulled it outward, pulling out a sharp long-bladed dagger.

Then, as if his feet were not touching the ground, he quickly rushed towards the fat mayor who had fallen to the ground. This time, he was holding both weapons, the flail was still hitting the head, and the dagger in his left hand was like a spirit snake, running towards the opponent's eye socket from a strange and difficult angle.

What's even more terrifying is that while dual-wielding the weapon, he also quietly used a magic technique: the Sharp Tooth Weapon. The blade of the dagger was now jagged, and if it struck the target, he could smash the opponent's forehead lobe with a single flick of his hand.

In all fairness, as the priest of the god of virtual games, the electric monk has been immersed in fighting games for a long time, and his combat skills are better than the fat mayor who has only been a fishman for a few days. So since the beginning of the battle, the electric monk has been pressing the other party to attack, and the fat mayor can only rely on his rough meat now.

It's just that this doesn't mean that he doesn't have the slightest power to fight back - looking at the electric monk rushing towards him, the fat mayor hurriedly took out a few potions from a pocket behind him - after all, he is still an alchemist. Before he had time to think about it, he directly chewed the mouth of the crystal test tube, and poured it all into his throat with a "grunt".

The first to come into play was an alchemical drug called "Ghoul Kiss". The fat mayor's abdomen swelled violently, and then he spewed out a large cloud of dark green smoke, enveloping himself and the electric monk.

True to its name, the "Ghoul Kiss" potion has an unbearable foul odor in addition to its ability to create smoke that obscures the view. The electric monk accidentally inhaled, and the uncontrollable feeling of vomiting began to pound his nerves non-stop.

As a last resort, the electric monk had to stop his steps, and then put on a defensive posture and slowly retreated beyond the range of smoke. And he also divided his mind to call on the divine arts, to dispel the negative effects and possible toxins in his body for himself. But how could the fat mayor let him go? He had almost broken all his teeth before he gained an advantage in combat effectiveness.

The fat mayor's figure gradually became fluffy, and the gas turned into a cloud of smoke. He had just taken a high-end alchemy potion called "Qi Body", which was now working. Immediately after, he controlled his body, relying on willpower as a drive, and slowly moved in the direction of the electric monk. When he got closer, he suddenly enveloped the other party with his vaporized body.

"Petrified Body" - At this time, the last bottle of alchemy potion he took also had an effect - the fat mayor's fluffy body like smoke instantly changed its texture, turning into a granite-like hard rock, tightly trapping the electric monk in his body.

"Once his movements are controlled, he can't use gestures to summon magic," the fishman thought viciously, "just wait until the effect of the petrified body is over, and that creature will suffocate in my body, becoming a waste mass in my digestive cavity." ”

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