In the air, the Canggu Rock machete was held high, and the blade erupted with incandescent holy flames, like a small sun emitting dazzling light, illuminating the gloomy tomb hall.

When the machete fell, the flame erupted even more violently, and the judgment was issued with the power of judgment, enveloping Potleime in a scorching sword.

Potlime sat motionless on his throne in the face of the sword, looking at the clear sky with a contemptuous smile on his face. Since this is the royal court of the tomb, as the king here, how can he be forced to dodge by this kind of attack?

The crown on Potlem's head sent a ripple, and the slash from the clear sky slashed heavily into a pale light screen. A loud impact sound came out, and Sheng Yan burst out with all his might at this layer of light screen, but that layer of light screen did not move at all.

"Surrender...... You're going to 'The Dark Knight's End', and you've managed to arouse my curiosity about you. Through the light screen, Potleime stared at the clear sky: "Tell me all your secrets, and I can forgive you for offending me." ”

The afterglow of the Holy Flame dissipated on the light screen, and Clear Sky stared at Poolem with the same eye of ice crystals: "Unfortunately, I will not forgive you for offending me. Don't think that hiding in this turtle shell means that I can't do anything about it. Since I know how to unleash the 'Dark Knight's Finale', I also know how to unleash the 'Tomb Court'.

Do you think it's really safe if you're hiding inside? ”

Clear Sky's words made Potlem's expression stiffen.

He couldn't think of how an elf he had never seen before could see the secret technique "Tomb Court" at a glance, and he could accurately modify the "Dark Knight's Final Song".

These two are the ultimate moves that I have gradually perfected after decades of study in secret arts. There is no second person in this world except himself, and even the other abyssal apostles only know the names, and do not know the details of the secret words.

How did she do it!

"My secret skills are impeccable! Since you will not surrender, I will seize you...... I have countless kinds of torture and can ask everything I want to know from your mouth. ”

"Invulnerable? It's shameless to dare to say such big things at this time. ”

Under the high platform, two dark knights have already fought in one place. Although the number of dark knights transformed by Clear Sky is small, the undead are not afraid of death, and it will take a lot of effort to destroy them.

"The Dark Knight's Finale" has been cracked and found loopholes, is there really no weakness in the "Tomb Court"?

Potlaim instantly lost his confidence, and he looked at the clear sky close at hand, and the other party's eyes looked like he was looking at a domestic animal in a cage to be slaughtered.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Shaken in confidence, Potlaim roared for his own strength, his hands slamming on the armrests, and three mummies with beak masks appeared around the throne.

The mummy was wrapped in a shroud stained with dark red blood and held a wand in his hand. Jerky incantations were chanted, and countless crows flew down from the vault of the tomb. The crow's beak and claws have a metallic sheen and are unusually sharp at first glance.

The crows chirped, gathered into a dark cloud, and swept towards the clear sky like a black wind.

At this time, a drizzle began to fall in this closed burial chamber. As large expanses of ice and mist bloomed, the extremely cold freezing air spread, and the drizzle turned into wind and snow. Two stardust scimitars popped out of the scabbards at the back of the clear sky, and they flew around the clear sky, turning into two large ice wheels and strangling the crows that rushed down.

The crow's feathers were wet by the rain and then frozen out of the ice, and it was already difficult to fly steadily, let alone avoid the rushing ice wheels. Two ice wheels stirred, and the severed crow limbs mixed with ice and snow and rained down on the Dark Knights fighting below.

Sunny Sky didn't pay much attention to the crows, and in order to break the secret art, he needed to get Potlime out of the throne.

He is invincible when he sits on the throne.

According to the normal dungeon process, the player first kills the light and summons it to the Dark Knight, and then kills the four protectors. At that point, Potlem will leave the throne and his defense will be converted into attack. But no matter how high the attack power is, it will eventually be the ghost of the player's knife.

It's just that this quest was opened at the wrong time and place, and in this maze of the dead, Potlime has more undead who can be transformed into the Dark Knight. The number of dark knights has increased by as much as five times compared to normal, and all the dark knights under the high platform are black and oppressive, and the war horses can't rush up, so they are all cut in place.

The difficulty has increased, and Potlem will not watch his Dark Knight and Protector die before making a move.

Therefore, if you want to kill Portlem quickly, you need to play a little action.

Attack the throne first and scare Potleime into summoning the Protector Mummy. There are only three of them because they are not undead, but abyssal mages who follow Potolem. One of the Abyss Mages had just been killed by sandpaper.

Originally, the four mummies jointly released magic, but now they have become three, and the power is greatly reduced, so it makes Clear Sky feel a lot easier.

The ice wheels in the air were still strangling the crows, and the three mummies combined to release a magic. Three fiery snakes burst out of the ground in front of them, their bodies half a meter thick, and they stuck out their heads and spewed fireballs into the clear sky. When she is dodging the fireball in the clear sky, a snake tail will suddenly emerge from the ground beside her and whip her.

Clear Sky dodges the attack of the fire snake with his body and teleportation, and gets rid of a fire snake when he has the chance. The whole time, Clear Sky is passive defense, she doesn't attack Poolem, not even the three mummies.

The fight under the high platform has been very fierce, the dark knight against the dark knight, and there is no gap in the entire hall. Sandpaper and they were also passively involved in the battle, and they cleverly retreated to a corner, with their backs to two walls for defense.

Boiling immediately stood at the front with a double-edged horizontal sword, he stood taller than the Dark Knight riding a horse, and the two sharp swords could slash people and horses into two pieces. Sandpaper and kestrel float in the air to keep Boiling around, so that Boiling can concentrate on dealing with enemies in front of him.

Bruce Ban stands on the innermost side, using magic to provide fire support to the three main attackers.

Abyss Panther Sally can still deal with the last Dark Knight calmly, she uses her agile skills to go out and return quickly, not seeking merit but seeking no fault.

Even the undead Lemondo who came with him revealed his true form, and more than a dozen vines stretched out of the wall, and the vines were connected to human hands. While his attacks are itchy to the Dark Knight, they're better than nothing.

Skimming at his companions, he felt that they could hold out a little longer, and returned his attention to his own battle.

She watched the movements of the mummy protectors, judging what kind of spell they were about to unleash. She waited for an opportunity......

Finally, the familiar action appeared, waiting for the secret art to be released.

Together, the three mummies thrust their staffs into the ground, their fingers forming arcane marks. Clear Sky teleported out of view of Potlem and withdrew his machete, his hands forming the same mark.

"Secret Art: Sinking in the Abyss."

A magic pattern spread from the throne to the entire tomb space, and an atmosphere of fear filled the entire space.

The Dark Knights seemed to continue their fight unaffected, and Sandpaper was momentarily stunned. Sandpaper and Kestrel saw Professor Greyfali at the same time, standing in the middle of the empty hall and looking at him.

It's been a long time since Clear Sky killed Greyfari, Sandpaper hasn't seen him for a long time. Fear welled up in her mind, and Sandpaper instinctively looked away, looking at the clear sky on the high platform.

Courage was regained in an instant.

Although Sandpaper still didn't dare to look directly at Grefali or see the Dark Knight, her powerful perception allowed her to know the Dark Knight's location. The sandpaper is not affected, and the boiling continues to kill.

The kestrel was also very affected, and her subconscious fear of Grefali made her stop moving, and she wanted to hide...... But the emergency system of the brain modification device immediately suppressed her memory. After Boiling helped her fend off the attack for a while, the kestrel was freed from the illusion of fear.

And Bruce Ban, who has no special abilities, is truly caught up in this powerful illusion.

Bruce Ban stood there and stopped all movement, his spirit locked in the illusion scene. All the negative emotions were aroused, and the grievances he suffered in those years were reproduced and constantly magnified.

"Cowardly Bruce!"

"Why are you so stupid!"

"You won't have anything to do in this field, give up."

"You ruined a good discussion, and you're really annoying. Bruce...... Stay away from us! ”

Then Bruce Ben felt like he was being locked up in a dark room, with countless words of mockery in his ears.

This is not true!

Buried in darkness, Bruce Ban kept warning himself that he knew he had fallen for illusion. Professor Weathersky reminded himself to be careful with illusion attacks.

Thinking of clear skies...... In the darkness, Professor Sunny Sky stood in front of him.

"Bruce Ban, you are evil inside, I have been watching you, and I have been preparing to kill you." Clear Sky drew his scimitar: "Now that you have thrown yourself into the abyss, I will take your life." ”

"No, Professor Weathersky, I didn't throw myself into the abyss. No...... No...... These are illusions, and I've fallen for illusions. Professor Weathersky, don't kill me......"

Bruce Ban pleaded, a little unsure if it was a fantasy or a reality.

Clear Sky walked step by step, she stretched out her hand, and the Book of Calamity floated in the palm of her hand: "I know that you have always coveted the Book of Calamity, wanting to get it, control it, and create great secret arts. Your idea is very dangerous, and killing you is the only way to stop the spread of the abyss. ”

"Professor Weathersky, please listen to me. I wanted to get the Book of Calamity, but I never wanted to get it from you in an improper way. I will work hard to learn the secret arts, and I will find a way to safely use the power of the Book of Calamity.

I don't throw myself into the abyss, I want to control it. I can prove to you that any force is controllable. ”

……

Bruce Ban falls into illusion and reveals his occult ambitions to the clear sky.

There was also a person in the entire burial chamber hall who was affected by illusion.

Potlem saw that the Dark Knight he had summoned had been slain, and it was done by Clear Sky. Not only did she kill all of her Dark Knights, but she also unleashed the "Dark Knight's Finale" once again.

Now the four walls of the burial chamber were flipped again, and countless dark knights controlled by the clear sky rushed up like a tide.

The three mummy protectors who were guarding him also died, and it was done by Clear Sky. Not only did she kill her own protector, but she also transformed the people she brought with her into mummies.

Among the Dark Knight and the Mummy's supporters, Clear Sky walked to the front of the throne, and the light screen did nothing. She walked in front of her through the light screen and reached out to remove the crown from her head.

She put the crown on her head and said to herself as if she were a king, "I am the king of this tomb!" ”

Seeing Clear Sky raise his machete and slash down, Poolem hurriedly dodged.

And at this moment, the abyssal energy allowed him to see through the illusion. Although the time to enter and break illusions is very short, his ass has left the throne. As Potlem quickly sat down again, his throne shattered.

He sensed someone approaching him, and he tried to dodge, but his body was out of control. It's like there is a force in time, pressing itself to a point in time. It was a powerful force, and Potlime didn't know what was behind him, but he knew it was something he couldn't match.

Even in the face of Victor, he didn't feel the difference in strength at this time.

Who is it? Who's behind me!

The destruction of the secret arts, as well as the sudden appearance of a powerful being, completely messed up Potlime's heart. He couldn't concentrate his strength to resist, and under the tremendous pressure behind him, he felt like a lamb pressed under a guillotine.

Just wait for the knife that falls.

In just a few seconds, Portlem felt as if more than a hundred years had passed. He reflected on his life, where he flourished in the occult department of the Oulu Academy; Follow your companions to create an Abyss Vault; Rebel against the Academy's ban on occult research; Leave Oulu Academy with the other Abyssal Missions and create the Abyss Temple......

I have been pursuing stronger power all my life.

And at this time, that power is behind him.

Sensing that the edge was approaching his neck, Potlaim looked back with all his might, trying to see what the pinnacle he had been trying to climb all his life was.

He saw it......

It turned out to be her!

She's so strong!

In Potlem's eyes, his gaze flipped and he saw who had killed him.

It's the elven clear sky.

She knows all her secrets, knows how to modify the "Dark Knight's Finale", and knows how to break the "Tomb Court". From the very beginning she was playing with herself, like a cat playing with mice.

She knows everything, she controls everything, is this the strength of that level of power?

Potlime's head rolled down the stairs with a smile on his face.

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